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Ouat Con San Francisco 2017 - Colin’s Panel


  • Colin thinks Hook fell in love with Emma when he first saw her (x)
    • Fan: When did Killian first fall in love With Emma? Colin: Uhhhhhh… Why not. When he first saw her. (x)
    • Colin says Killian was astounded he could find love again with Emma (x)
  • a fan just asked colin if floor could be true love and he says yes (x)
  • Josh is the hardest person to film a serious scene with bc they always try to make each other laugh (x)
  • Colin really enjoyed filming the CS movie, the musical ep, and his first ep (x)
  • Colin hasn’t seen Hamilton and forgot about the Ham4All challenge Sean tagged him in (x)
  • Colin can’t talk about upcoming projects but he’ll let us know when he can (x)
  • he thinks CS would go to Hawaii for their honeymoon (x)
    • Fan: Where would Emma and Hook go for their honeymoon? Colin: Hawaii. Mai thais on the beach. (x)
  • Fan: how are you similar to Hook?
    • Colin: I look like him.
    • Fan: what else? lol
    • Colin: I sound like him (x)
  • Colin’s kids are the best thing to ever happen to him (x)
  • Killian Jr. and Emma Jr. would be the names of CS’ children (x)
  • Colin just reconfirmed that he has the cleavage to be the Wicked Witch (x)
  • Colin misses his home. The history. The place he grew up. (x)
  • a young fan came up and just straight up asked if people stalk him and he said “I feel like only a stalker would ask that” (x)
    • Fan: do people stalk you? Colin:… I hope not. I hope nobody here is stalking me… *nervous laugh* good question though (x)
  • Why wasn’t Smee at your wedding? Colin: because I don’t write the show (x)
  • Who would you want to sword fight as Hook? Colin: Baby Neal. Only so I can get knocked out by at least… everyone. (x)
    • Colin wants Killian to sword fight Grumpy (x)
  • Crossover? Once Upon a Hannibal (x)
  • If CS wasn’t a ship, Colin would want Captain Charming to happen (x)
    • If CaptainSwan wasn’t a thing, who would you want Hook to be with? Colin: Oh come on… Charming. Don’t tell Josh I said that lol (x)
  • He most relates to Henry because of his belief in trying to make the world a better place. (x)
    • Colin thinks he relates most to Henry bc he’s so desperate to try & make people believe in something & make the world a better place (x)
  • Hook would run the fish and chips shop if he was around in S1 (x)
  • What can you tell us about the new Killian? Colin: I can tell you I’m playing him. And he’s a cop. And… That’s it. (x)
  • POTC, Cars, Star Tours and GOTG are great rides at Disneyland (x)
  • “If you’re gonna do something do it right, do it 100%” - words to live by from Colin (x)
Starved pt 4

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Chapter Notes: I’m so sorry for the delay on this one! As you might imagine, this chapter had a bit riding on it, emotionally speaking, and I wanted to be sure I got it right. Big thanks to @thuriweaver for helping me out and providing a critical sounding board each time I wrote myself into a corner! 

CW: Negative self-talk, self-loathing, anxiety, panic, nightmares, misunderstandings, cursing

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It was early the next evening before Virgil could bring himself to face the other sides again. 

That night had been easily one of the most miserable of his life. After taking apart the doll and stealthily returning the pilfered articles of clothing, he’d retreated to his room and locked his door, then crawled into his bed. As he’d feared, it felt huge and far too empty, and he found himself shivering, unaccountably cold. He realized he’d gotten used to having the warmth of the heating pad cradled to his chest as he embraced the pillow. 

He briefly considered recommissioning the heating pad by itself, but quickly dismissed the idea. It…hurt, somehow: the thought of using part of the doll only. It was stupid, he knew it was stupid, but he found himself almost mourning the thing, like it’d been a friend or something, and he couldn’t bear to think about trying to create a substitute. 

Besides which, he shouldn’t need one. He should never have needed the doll in the first place. It was that kind of weakness that made the others hate him so much, and if he ever wanted to be someone they could respect (or at least someone they didn’t despise), he needed to stop being so pathetic. 

So he’d huddled up in bed, shivering under the layers of blankets he’d piled on instead, trying not to give in to the fear that was creeping around the edges of his thoughts. 

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Bet on It

Summary: Tom tries not to curse for a whole 24 hours.

Tom has a habit of cursing. A lot. Whether it was when you two were watching a scary movie (”FUCK! Shit, no, no. Don’t go in that door, you fucking idiot!”), watching you get ready for a date (”Holy shit, you look absolutely stunning.”), in interviews (”I literally, like, ate shit… sorry Sony.”), playing video games with his brothers (”Fuck OFF, Sam! And… Harry, stop being a dick.”), basically all the time (”Babe, I can’t help it. I’m from England, it’s what we do!”).

There wasn’t anything wrong with it, and you didn’t mind. It was cute, a part of his charm.

When you two were cleaning up your breakfast dishes, Tom cried out: “Fuck!” which was closely followed by a clatter of glass hitting the floor.

“Shit, sorry, babe. I broke a glass. Look, it’s not my fault though,” he said, trying to save himself.

You sighed gently and turned to find a dustpan and broom: “What do you mean it’s not your fault? You’re the one who dropped the glass?” you asked, laughing.

“Fuck, sorry. I’m an idiot,” he said, standing in the same spot while you began to clean up his mess.

“That you are, Holland,” you teased.

“Fuck off.”

“I sometimes wonder if a day goes by where you don’t react to things by cursing,” you wondered, throwing away the glass. “You know what’s a good idea?” your face lit up. “I bet you that you can’t go a whole 24 hours without cursing.”

“What does the winner get?” Tom asked, intrigued and always up for some competition.

“50 pounds, bragging rights… Maybe something else later,” you jokingly winked.

“Oh, it’s on, darling,” Tom shook your hand. “Set the alarm now. This time tomorrow you’ll be fishing 50 pounds from your pocket.”

You wanted to win the bet. Not necessarily for the money, it was really a pride thing.

During the rest of the day and night, you tried everything in your power to catch Tom slipping. One of the most entertaining parts of the bet was seeing what alternatives to curse words he chose.

You waited in a dark corner to yell and scare him, resulting in him yelling, “AH! Ff–rick! Don’t do that!”

You suggested watching a scary movie, as Tom could never resist yelling at the two dimensional people on the screen. This resulted in him stuffing his mouth with popcorn and his fist to try and resist the urge to curse out the characters.

When getting ready for bed, you teased him, badly.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, babe. It won’t work,” Tom said.

“What? I’m not doing anything,” you said, acting clueless. You were changing into your pajamas, shedding your clothes, revealing your lace underwear and bra set.

Tom moaned in protest, “Don’t do this… stuff to me right now. I’m weak! Did you flipping change into that? While we were watching the movie?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Holland,” you smirked, getting into your pajama bottoms and top and joining Tom in bed. “I told you I had to go to the bathroom.”

“Listen, I’m going to win this bet. And, the only way I can do that is if I go to bed right now. So, I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, I love you,” he turned to kiss you. You leaned it, but just as his lips were about to press into yours, you slowly backed away.

“I’ll give you a kiss if you win the bet,” you said.

He grumbled in protest: “I can’t wait until this is over.”

The next morning, you and Tom were able to sleep in. An alarm woke both of you up, but, I didn’t set an alarm, you thought. Shit, that was the bet, wasn’t it?

“Ugh, Tom,” you said, groggily. “I think the bet’s ove–”

“FUCK YEAH IT IS!” he yelled, fully awake now, fist pumping in the air. “I won! I won! I went a whole 24 hours, babe. Please crown me victor and pay up. Now, for the bragging… I just wanted to say you’re a teasing little shit, aren’t you? You lost! I won! I can’t believe I did that! I’m so fucking proud of myself. I’m the shit! Woo!” he rambled. “Now… for that little something else?”

Tags for these lovely ladies!: @lovelyimagines @tomshollandss @hufflepuffholland@itsybitsypetey@thesprintersoldier

anonymous asked:

msr headcanon: Scully takes Mulder to her high school reunion pretending he's her husband bc she's embarrassed that she's one of the only people of her class that isn't already married

by mldrgrl
Rated PG
Summary: This isn’t totally what you wanted, Anon, I’m sorry, but it’s the only way I can see it.

From time to time, mail still arrived at the house for Scully.  Technically, it arrived at the PO Box Mulder maintained where they used to collect their mail, but it had been his alone for two years.  At first, he used the trickle of mail that came through to call her, knowing full well it was mostly junk she’d never want, but it was the only legitimate excuse he had for awhile.  It had been quite awhile since her name showed up in his PO Box, but he didn’t need excuses anymore since he saw her nearly every day at work.

He brought her the Alumni Newsletter she received with a cup of coffee.  She thanked him for both, took a sip of the coffee, and then through the newsletter in the trash after a mere glance.

“You’re not going to read it?” Mulder asked, retrieving the sealed booklet from the trash can.

“A high school newsletter?  I don’t think I’ve ever read one.”

“Hm.”  Mulder ripped the circle of tape holding the pages together and opened it up.  “Rosalee O’Brien hyphen Bingham, senior class president, announces the 35th reunion for the graduates of the class-”

“I know what year I graduated,” she said, reaching across his desk to take the newsletter back.  “No need to remind me.”

“You don’t want to go?  It’s in…” Mulder paused and held the newsletter up and away from Scully’s searching fingers.  “June.”

“We don’t know where we’ll be in June.  A case could come up.”

“Never heard of personal time?”

Unable to grab the newsletter, Scully crossed her arms.  “Mulder, you wouldn’t know personal time if it walked through the door and bit you on the ass.”

“Well, things change.”  He gave her the newsletter which she folded and put in her briefcase.

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Fun Sized

Title: Fun Sized
Chapter: 1/?
Words: 2,118
Pairings: n/a
Summary: Keith gets aged back to a 3 year and the Paladins have a hard time taking care of him.


“Allura, make him stop!” Shiro clenches his jaw.

“I’m trying, Shiro.” She says frustratedly. Keith wails louder in her arms as she bounces his faster.

Keith being turned into a three year old was a inconvenience for everyone and Shiro and Allura were almost tired of it. Lance had gone to tow the red lion back while Hunk and Pidge went back to Calythium to try and find a cure. They were left alone with child Keith.

Lance runs into the kitchen and gapes at the scene in front of him.

“What happened?” He asks.

“Keith won’t stop crying!” Allura sounds exasperated and Lance understands her turmoil. Children are a handful, but growing up with several nieces and nephews, he had learned how to deal with them.

Lance walks over to Allura and outstretched his arms to Keith who looks at him through red, squinted eyes and knitted brows. Keith turns more in Allura’s arms and leans over towards Lance.

Lance grabs his under his arms and holds Keith close to his torso. He bounces him lightly and whispers soothing words, trying to get him to calm down. Keith clutches Lance’s shirt tightly in his tiny fists and stopped his loud crying; it eventually dies to to soft sniffles every so often.

“You want to take a nap?” Lance whispers. Keith looks up with wide eyes and nods. Lance chuckles. “Okay. I’m going to go put him down in my room. I’ll keep watch of him, you two rest.”

Shiro and Allura stare, mouths agape, at Lance walking out with a yawning Keith.

“How the quiznak?” Allura whispers.

Lance smiled down at Keith who was curled underneath Lance’s sheets. Lance sat on the floor in front of his bed and picked up a nearby book.

Lance starts to doze off, but jerks awake when he feels tiny hands grappling and tugging at his jacket.

“Keith? What do you want, buddy?” Lance stares into Keith’s wide indigo eyes.

“Nightmare,” Keith yawns out. Lance smiles warmly and shrugs off his jacket. His crawls into his bed and holds Keith tightly to his chest.

“If we’re together, the nightmares can’t get us.” Keith smiles at Lance’s statement and closes his eyes and snuggles closer into Lance. Lance brings his legs up and puts an arm over Keith protectively. Lance closes his eyes once he hears Keith softly snoring. He falls asleep with Keith in his arms.

Lance doesn’t wake up when Shiro softly knocks on his door and opens it. He hears the snores and decides to let them rest. Keith isn’t screaming and Shiro wants to make the silence last for as long as he can. Shiro walks out the room when he sees Keith start to move around. As he closes the door, he sees Lance pull Keith tighter and Keith settles down immediately.

Lance wakes up before Keith. He smiles down at the boy in his arms. Lance has been missing home a lot lately, and a child being around partially takes the sting away.

Lance gently shakes Keith awake.

“Keith, we need to go eat supper,” he whispers.

Keith turns away from Lance with a pout and a curt sound of disapproval.

“We have dinosaur chicken nuggets…”

Keith looks over his shoulder at Lance with wide eyes. “Dinosaur?” Lance grins and nods at him. Keith smiles and climbs out from underneath the covers. Keith pulls Lance out of bed and down the hall to the dining room.

The other Paladins are seated eating their food when Lance and Keith walk in. Keith looks up at Lance. “Chicken nuggets?”

Lance looks at Hunk. “Do you think you can make dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets?” Hunk looks between Lance and Keith and nods slowly.

“Sure.” Hunk gathers his empty plate and walks out of the dining hall. He glances at Keith again before fully exiting the room and going to the kitchen.

“Keith’s a child, that’s a thing,” Pidge says.

“He’s cute, right?” Lance smiles and picks Keith up. Shiro and Allura exchange a look.

“Sure, when he’s not screaming.” Shiro takes another bite of his food.

“Why is Keith so affectionate and well behaved around you, Lance? He didn’t act like that with Shiro and I.”

“Kids usually act out around their parents.” Lance shrugs and bounces Keith on his hip. “You two are the authoritative figures.”

“Human children are strange,” Allura says. “That still doesn’t explain why he likes you the best.”

“Maybe I just have a nurturing aura. I always took care of my nieces and nephews back at home. He might just trust me.” Lance looks down at Keith who is fiddling with Lance’s shirt collar.

“Children don’t hide their affection, Lance. Since Keith is an aged down version of himself, he is probably more open about his feelings.” Pidge looks over at Lance. Lance’s face pales.

“That’s hilarious because Keith would never like me and it’s weird.”

“I’m just saying, Lance.” Pidge picks up her plate and walks out the doorway to the kitchen.

Shiro and Allura follow Pidge once Keith starts struggling in Lance’s grip and makes whimpering noises. Lance sighs and sits Keith down on the table. Lance sits down in front of him and laughs when Keith starts chewing on his shirt.

“Did somebody request dinosaur chicken nuggets?” Hunk says happily. He sets two plates of chicken nuggets on the table.

“Thanks, Hunk. I really appreciate this. These actually look like dinosaurs. How’d you do it?”

Hunk winks and puts a finger to his lips. “It’s a secret.”

Keith picks up a chicken nugget and starts to eat.

“Keith, what do you say to Hunk since he made you a special supper?”

Keith rolls onto his knees and pushes himself up so he’s standing on the table. He waddles over to Hunk and wraps his tiny arms around him. “Thank you!” Hunk gently hugs Keith back.

“Yeah! Nugs and hugs make the world go round!” Lance cheers.

Keith pulls away from Hunk with a wide grin. “NUGS AND HUGS! NUGS AND HUGS!”

“Come on, Keith. The dinos are getting cold.” Lance nudges Keith towards his food. Keith nods and bites into another chicken nugget.

“I wonder how long he’ll be stuck like that,” Hunk says.

“I’m not sure.” Lance bites into a Dino nugget on the other plate. “Thanks again for this, Hunk.”

Hunk pats his hand on Lance’s shoulder and smiles. “I’m just doing my part to help. It was no problem.” Hunk gazes at Keith before leaving Lance and Keith is the comfortable silence.

Lance rubs a towel through Keith’s damp hair. He then drops the towel on his floor wraps a blanket around Keith. He puts Keith on his hip and starts walking to the control room.

“Allura, is there any way we could go back to the space mall?” Lance sits down in his chair in the control room.

“Do you have a reason to want to go?” Allura turns to face him. Lance is playing with Keith’s tiny hands and bouncing him on his legs.

“I was wondering if we could go get Keith some toys. Not much, maybe even just a stuffed animal. Just something he could play on his own.”

Allura nods, “what a lovely idea, Lance. You sound so mature.”

“Thanks, Allura. I know it’s a hassle and it’s only been one day. We have no idea how long he’s going to be like this.”

“We can handle a three year old, Lance.” Allura smiles reassuringly.

“Good. Then I need you to watch him so I can go shower.” Lance stands up with Keith and puts Keith back in the chair.

“Of course.”

Lance walks out of the control room and disappears down the hall. Allura makes her way to Keith and stands in front of him.

“Hi, Keith.” Allura smiles widely.

“No!” Keith pouts and crosses his arms.

Allura is taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“Only Lance.”

“Only Lance what?”

“Only Lance can call me Keith.”

“But that’s your name!” Allura yells in frustration.

Shiro runs into the control room. “Is everything alright? I heard yelling.”

“Just a minor issue with-,” Keith gives Allura a look, “with the baby.”

“Keith?” Shiro turns to look at the child.

“Only Lance!” Keith once again yells.

“No body can call him Keith, except Lance.” Allura explains.

“Why don’t we try to put him to sleep. It’s late.” Shiro rubs his forehead.

Pidge pops her head in the room. “Did you just say it’s late? It’s 8:30.”

“It’s too late for Keith.”


Shiro holds back a scream. “Pidge, will you watch him for a while?” Pidge fully steps in the room to observe Keith.

“I guess.” Pidge shrugs.

“Thanks, Pidge.” Shiro tiredly smiles.

“The only reason I’m doing this is because he’s cute.”

Shiro and Allura roll their eyes and leave the control room.

Keith starts grunting and tries to get out of the chair.

“Do you want to get down?” Pidge asks, crouching down to his eye level. Keith stops what he’s doing and nods rapidly.

“Are you going to be good and stay here?” Keith nods more.

Pidge helps him down and he stands in front of her. He slaps a little hand on Pidge’s leg.

“Tag!” He yells and bolts down the hallway and away from Pidge.

“That little shit.” She’s whispers to herself and starts running after him. She reaches a cross roads and groans in frustration.

Hunk is sitting on his bed reading when someone knocks on his door.

“It’s open!” Hunk yells. Pidge stomps through the doors.


“You what?!” Hunk jumps to his feet. “He’s three, Pidge! How did a three year old trick you?”

“He tagged me and ran.”

“Wait, you let a three year old outrun you?” Hunk asks, trying to contain his laughter.

“He’s fast and it caught me off guard. Whatever, it doesn’t matter. We have to find Keith before anyone finds out he’s gone.” Hunk follows Pidge out of his room.

“You go that way, I’ll go this way.” Hunk points down the opposite directions. Pidge nods and her and Hunk run away from each other.

Hunk doesn’t notice Lance coming out of his room on the next floor up and almost runs over him.

“Hunk, bud, what’s going on?” Lance runs a hand through his damp hair.

“Oh, uh, I’m just playing a game with Pidge.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. We’re playing hide n seek.”

“Oh cool! We should all play! Do you know if Allura is still in the control room with Keith?” Lance grins at the though of everyone playing together.

“No. I mean- I don’t think so. They might be playing with Pidge by now. I’m not sure. Why don’t we go ahead and start playing?” If Pidge finds us, we explain we’re playing. Sound good?“ Hunk nervously tries to distract Lance.

Lance looks at him curiously. “Okay. Sure.” Lance stares at Hunk for a few more moments before running off to hide.

Lance runs to the training deck and curses when there’s nowhere to hide.


“Lance!” Lance turns around to see Allura standing in the doorway.

“Hey, Allura. Is Keith not hiding with you?”

“Hiding?” Allura raises an eyebrow.

“Hunk said he and Pidge were playing hide n seek and that you and Keith were probably playing, too.”

“Oh! Oh, right. Yes, we are playing. No, Keith wanted to be a big boy and hide by himself,” Allura nervously says.

“That sounds like Keith. Now I gotta go hide before Pidge finds me; you never saw me.” Lance runs out before Allura can answer.

Lance skids to a stop in front of the kitchen and turns in. Lance crouches behind the center island. He hears giggling coming from a nearby cabinet. Lance smiles and shifts so he’s on all fours and crawling towards the cabinet. He throws the door open and Keith laughs.

“There you are!” Lance throws his arms open and gasps in mock shock. Keith climbs out of the cabinet and stands in front of Lance.

Lance stands up and Keith pulls on his hand. “Do you want to go find the others?” Lance asks him. Keith shakes his head. “Do you want to just go relax?” Keith nods. Lance chuckles. “We can do that.”

Lance leads Keith to the living room area, Keith swinging Lance’s arm occasionally as they walk.

They’re sitting on the couches playing peekaboo when Pidge jogs in. “You found him?! Lance, we’re sorry. We didn’t mean to lose him earlier.”

“Wait, you had lost baby Keith?” Lance slowly puts his hands down and his smile fades.

Wasn’t Expecting That

Request: okay but what about seven minutes in heaven with someone that’s not bucky but she’s dating bucky and no one knows and shit hits the fan
Word Count: 981
A/N: first, i kinda wrote this differently. even tho you’ve read the prompt, i kinda wanted to make it a plot twist. second, i wrote 4 different versions of this. third, i hope u like it.

This was probably the worst decision that you had made in your life. But how could you say no to a group of superheroes who risk their lives for you everyday and who don’t ask for much in return. You knew that you should have never accepted Tony’s job offer. This was so stupid and there was no way out of it, once you spun the bottle you had sealed your fate and your position in the game.

Watching the hypnotic spin of the bottle caused you to become dizzy but you couldn’t take your eyes off it. The anticipation was killing you, especially when the bottle’s spin began to lose speed. When the bottle finally stuttered to a stop, you looked up in the direction it pointed and let out a gasp. A pair of blue eyes were staring back at you wide in slight panic before they began to crinkle at the corners as the super soldier smiled a mischievous smile.  

You were going to kill the Avengers. Every single one of them who agreed to this game, starting with Tony for suggesting it.

“The wise vodka bottle has spoken,” Tony presented.

“How wise can it be, it’s vodka,” you mumbled.

Wanda nudged you until you stood up and you glared at her in the process. Your “traitor” remark had been ignored by her as she giggled.

“Glad you think this is funny,” you muttered, slowly walking towards the utility closet. The super soldier’s presence was noticeable and it only made you more nervous.

“You’ve got seven minutes. Clock starts when the door closes,” Tony explained and you could only roll your eyes, thankful that he didn’t see it.

“Someone take the time!” Natasha yelled right after you opened the door, letting yourself in and then making room for the soldier.

“I got you,” Sam replied, lifting his phone with the timer already on the screen.

“Have fun! Kiss his star spangled ass!” Tony shouted as Steve closed the door.

“‘M gonna kill ‘em,” you grumbled in the darkness.

“Relax,” Steve said, flipping the light switch on, “it’s just a game.”

You look up at Steve and noticed that his smile was turning into more of a smirk and it was becoming increasingly annoying.

“What?” You harshly spat. Steve chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly amused by your attitude over the situation.

“Bet you wish your boyfriend was in here with you,” he replied cheekily. Usually he wouldn’t condone games that were ploys to get people together or use unfortunate victims as toys in the name of fun. But Steve knew exactly why you were so upset with this, so upset with the fact that you were in here with him.

“B-boyfriend?” You stammer, “what boyfriend?” Steve would have been more convinced at your question if you hadn’t started to blush furiously and play with the hem of your shirt. You didn’t even convince yourself.

“Bucky,” Steve states as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Your mouth began to mimic the movements of how a fish breathes. Realizing that you weren’t going to be able to respond, you just shut your mouth and stare at Steve.

“C’mon. I know he’s not just a friend so don’t tell me that crap.”

“What?! No! You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you scoffed. It was your turn to cross your arms over your chest, suddenly feeling small and self conscious.

“Uh-huh. Okay.”

Before you could even try to come up with a response, the door swung open and a very angry Bucky was towering in the door frame.

“Dude what are you doing?” Sam shouted.

Bucky pushed Steve aside and took two steps before he was standing in front of you.

“Bucky?” You whispered unsure of what he was going to do.

He reaches out and grabs your face and tugged you forward so his lips met with yours. You squealed at the abruptness but then you’re grabbing at Bucky’s shirt. When Bucky gently bites your bottom lip and you moan, he loses it. His flesh hand becomes greedy as it roams down your body, exploring every curve and your hands moved up to wind around his neck. Bucky breaks the kiss briefly to push you further against the wall behind you. His lips were on yours again and his flesh hand hitches your leg around his waist, grinding himself on you.

Before anything could progress, Sam quickly shouts “time’s up.” Natasha hits him on the shoulder and he just shrugs at her.

“I uh, I think I speak for everyone,” Tony began, “ when I say; what the fuck?” Everyone hums in agreement but Bucky and you don’t answer them right away, instead you stay embraced in each other’s arms a little while longer.

“What does it look like Tony?” Steve said, moving towards the group once more. Tony picks up his glass and swings down a giant sip.

You just look at Bucky and giggle as his hand rubs up and down your thigh before lowering it down and letting you straighten out his hair.

“As much as I want to continue this game, I don’t want anybody kissing my boyfriend,” you take Bucky’s hand in yours and began to pull him towards the elevator.

“Boyfriend?” Bruce mouths to Vision who looks equally confused.

“So we’re going bed,” you said, turning around to face them when you reached the elevator doors.

“Don’t disturb us,” you winked at the group just as the doors began to close. Bucky chuckled and pulled you closer to him, finally in somewhat of a private area.

“Now they know you’re mine,” he mumbled into your neck and you couldn’t help but look up at the ceiling with a smile as Bucky continued to assault your neck.

Tonight you were going to get more than seven minutes in heaven. 

tags: @4theluvofall @writingruna @captainpunk (theres no space in this one, but just u wait ur gonna regret ur challenge) @soldatbarnes @modestlyconfused @marvelous-avengers @rotisserierogers @stevnsbucks

At the Library

Originally posted by sexy-stan

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader 

Request: can you do a peter x reader drabble where the reader wears glasses and always has her nose stuck in a book when one day peter uses his spider skills to distract you from your book during school and asks you out in a flustered mess also reader is clumsy hehe thanks (anonymous)

Word count: 1132

A/N: I’m sorry I have been quiet for the past few days. I have been sick and hadn’t had much energy to write. I have pretty much been binge-watching Supernatural for three days straight and starting to get a bit obsessed with Jensen… Oops! Anyhow I hope that you’ll enjoy this :)


You were sitting at the school library reading a book. The library had a nice, peaceful corner where you loved to read your books. It was one of the few places where you could relax and you spent a lot of time there. Peter had also noticed that. He had had the biggest crush on you for a year now. Not that he had ever really spoken to you. He had tried to start a conversation with you so many times but every time he could just and just stutter a “Hello” out of his mouth before something stopped his intentions. The first time he had lost his courage when you looked into his eyes and he ran away. The next time your friends interrupted him. When he was interrupted the fifth time he started to lose hope. Instead he just settled for watching you from afar. Not in a creepy way of course, he wasn’t stalking you or so he told himself.

Peter walked into the library to study for a test. When he walked in he saw you in the corner extremely focused on your book. He sat down few tables away from you and opened his books. He tried to concentrate on his book but he couldn’t help gazing at you every other minute. After fifteen minutes of trying he lost the fight. He sat at his seat, elbow on the table holding his face up looking at you. He looked at how your expression changed as you read the book and it felt like he could read every emotion on you face. At one page, you were smiling widely and at the next page your expression changes to shocked. He could see the plot thicken when you sat up a bit and started pushing your glasses up more frequently. You clearly didn’t want to miss a word.

After watching you for way too long Peter he looked around and realized that no one was there. That obviously meant that no one could interrupt him this time. He cleared his throat loudly hoping that it would get your attention. He was worried that you would get annoyed if he just walked to you and interrupted your reading so he tried to think of a way to get your attention away from your book. He tried coughing and dropping his book but nothing seemed to snap you out of your book. Then he had an idea.

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Where’s Y/n?

I don’t normally post 2 days in a row but I thought you guys might like this so here’s a super fluffy Peter x Reader x Tony!dad for you all. About 570 words, (I got carried away), In chat format. I hope you guys like it! Requests are open so feel free to send them in! Enjoy!


Prompt List

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Tony has created a chat room with Nat, Sam, Steve, Clint, Bruce, and Wanda.

Tony: Hey guys has anyone seen y/n?

Steve: What do you mean?

Tony: I can’t find her anywhere and she was supposed to help me in the lab 20 minutes ago.

Nat: There’s not many places she could have gone on a Thursday at midnight

Clint: We’ll find her Tony. Don’t worry

Sam: Maybe check the security footage to see how she left?

Tony: I already did that. The only helpful thing was that she took a backpack with her. Wanda do you know anything?

Wanda: Sorry Tony, but I haven’t seen her all day.

Steve: Has anyone seen her recently?

Sam: Nope

Clint: No

Bruce: She helped me in the lab earlier but she left around 4pm to go to Peter’s house.

Nat: She probably wanted to ask him about their test.

Sam: Oh yeah. She had a huge geography test coming up.

Steve: Now that you say that, I do remember her mentioning that test.

Wanda: I do not remember her saying any thing about a test.

Wanda: Stop kicking my legs Nat.

Wanda has been disconnected.

Nat: Erm. One second.

Nat has left the chat

Tony: …

Nat has joined the chat

Wanda has joined the chat

Wanda: I remember now! She said she was going to Peter’s today!

Tony: To study for her geography test right?

Wanda: Yep.

Tony: Really, because Y/n finished geography last semester.

Steve: Damn

Sam: You kiss your mother with that mouth Rodgers?

Nat: There’s really no use in keeping it a secret anymore.

Wanda: He’ll figure it out eventually.

Steve: Y/n and Peter are dating. She went over to his house to hang out.

Y/n has joined the chat

Y/n: Is there a reason I have 20 missed calls and 400 texts?


Steve: I’m sorry kiddo, but your dad pretty much figured it out

Y/n: But he didn’t know who I was dating

Tony: Speaking of which

Tony has added Peter to the chat

Peter: What’s up?

Peter: Shit

Y/n: Now before you get mad dad,

Tony: I’m already past mad. The entire team knew but me?

Tony: I did not add you to this team so you could mess around with my daughter.

Peter: Yes Mr. Stark, I know but-

Tony: I want you off the team immediately.

Y/n: DAD!

Clint: He’s just a kid Tony.

Bruce: He didn’t do anything wrong

Wanda: If anything you deserve to be kicked off this team

Nat: Harsh. 

Steve: Tony, Peter’s not going anywhere. Don’t over react.

Peter: Mr. Stark please!

Tony: I want your suit right now. And Y/n come home.

Steve: Tony come on. They’re just kids.

Y/n: I’m not leaving. And Peter’s not giving back his suit.

Peter: I promise my intentions with your daughter are nothing but good!

Wanda: I can prove that.

Clint: Let them have this Tony

Y/n: Please dad.

Tony: Fine. But no touching anywhere in the tower!

Y/n: Yay thank you dad!

Peter: I promise I won’t disappoint you Mr. Stark.

Tony: You better not.

Tony has left the chat.

Y/n: I think that went pretty well.

Peter: Agreed.

Y/n: Thanks for helping us out guys.

Nat: No problem

Wanda: Sure

Steve: Of course

Bruce: Yeah

Clint: You really should get home asap, Tony will flip out again.

Y/n: Okay. Be there in 5.

Y/n has left the group chat.

Peter: I should probably go too.

Steve: Just as a warning, If you even chip her nail, the entire team will be after you. Me included.

Peter: Ye- yes sir.

Peter has left the chat.

Steve: Was that too much?

Nat: I thought It was a nice touch.

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Dean and Donna: Little Things

I thought this was too cute! The idea is to take your ship and answer the “who would” questions. Thank you @jessica-bones-winchester for tagging me in this and suggesting I give my thoughts on my favorite couple. I loved the thought of the little things about Dean and Donna’s relationship that might not come out in a fic, but are still a part of who they are as a couple. The list comes from here.

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Requests: anon asked ‘Hi! I know you’re busy, but what do you think about writing a little Destiel when you have some spare time and all previous requests done? Cas don’t know what ticles are and when Dean finds out he tries to make him a giggling mess, just to discover that Cas is not, in fact, ticklish and is very confused about what on earth Dean tried to do with his fingers on his tummy.’

Warnings: Fluff 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester

Word Count: 950ish words

A/N: Thanks for the request anon! Sorry that it took quite a while. I hope you like the fic and that I didn’t disappoint ❤️

“Aren’t you tired, Dean?”

Dean was splayed across the couch and his head rested on Cas’ lap. This gave Cas complete access to play with the strands of Dean’s hair.

“Not at all buddy,” Dean said, getting more comfortable in Cas’ lap. “I’m not ditching you on movie night.”

Dean had chosen an old romantic comedy for the night. Dean and Cas had this thing that they do - every Thursday night Dean would introduce his boyfriend to one of his favourite movies. Whenever he wasn’t too sleepy or tired, Sam would join them.

“Alright Dean,” Cas sighed. He knew that nothing would make Dean change his mind.

Cas continued to run his hand through Dean’s hair. Dean let out a small smile and, without taking his eyes from the screen, looped an arm across Cas’ waist.

Dean never let anyone, other than Cas, touch his hair. There was something about Cas’ touch that was both comforting and intimate at the same time.

Cas turned his attention back to the movie and soon got lost into the story. On the screen, the main character was being tickled by her girlfriend.


“Yeah Cas?” Dean’s eyes which had been on the screen now focused at Cas.

Cas had to restrain from taking a sharp breath when Dean’s olive eyes met his own eyes. Cas loved the freckles sprayed across Dean’s nose and whenever the two were in close proximity, he couldn’t help but count them. But he never got to finish counting them as he was always interrupted.

“Cas?” Dean called again, but a faint blush tinted the hunter’s cheeks when he realised that Cas was trying to count his freckles again. 

“Dean why is Amy laughing when her girlfriend’s hurting her?” He asked, referring to the main character.

A brief look of confusion took over Dean’s face as he turned his face to the screen.

“Oh no Cas, Amy’s not being hurt,” Dean said with a small smile. “Karen is just tickling her to get her to laugh.”

“Tickling?” Cas asked with a frown and a small tilt of his head.

Dean got up from Cas’ lap and sat on the couch next to him so that he could easily face him.

“Cas… are you telling me that you haven’t heard of tickles?”

The angel just looked more confused. “I… um… no Dean. I haven’t.”

Dean’s face stretched into a huge grin with an evil glint in his eyes. Cas knew this look all too well.

“Dean what is-“

Cas never got to finish his sentence as Dean’s fingers attacked Cas’ sides. Dean had a smirk plastered on his face as his hands expertly moved across Cas’ waist and his stomach but the smile slowly faded when he realised that Cas was not affected by Dean’s attempts to tickle him. 

“What are you doing Dean?”

“I- I was trying to tickle you Cas,” Dean muttered sheepishly.

Cas could not help but smile at Dean’s flustered expression.


“Yeah buddy?”

“Are you ticklish?”

Dean’s eyes widened in horror and he tried to move away from Cas. But the angel was too quick for the hunter and soon Dean found himself in Cas’ arms.

“Cas wait-“

But before Dean could finish, Cas’ hands found Dean’s waist and his fingers quickly copied what Dean’s had done. It didn’t take long for Dean to burst out laughing uncontrollably. Cas smirked as he realised how sensitive Dean was and continued to tickle him as Dean squirmed in Cas’ hold.  Dean was laughing so hard that tears had started to form in his eyes.

Cas paused. “Dean, am I hurting you?”

Dean wiped away the tears. “No Cas you’re not. But you can’t keep tickling me!” Dean’s voice was defiant.

“But I love watching you laugh, Dean.” Cas said with a small smile as he looked at Dean.

“You don’t need to tickle me to make me laugh Cas,” Dean pecked Cas’ nose. “Just be yourself.”

“You two are such saps.”

Both Cas and Dean turned around to see Sam looking down at them with amusement in his eyes. 

“Sammy! How long where you standing there?” Dean asked his younger brother as Cas blushed profusely.

Sam raised his hands in a mock surrender and grinned. “I just came down here to see what the God-awful wailing was. it sounded like someone was being murdered.”

“Oh that was Dean laughing,” Cas replied without missing a beat.

“Shut up Cas.” Dean’s ears burned red.

“Wait… Dean gets tickled?” Sam stared at Cas as though the angel just handed him a way to read the Angel Tablet without a prophet.

“Yes Sam, he does.” Castiel smiled.

Sam’s smile widened and Dean looked at his younger brother with horror. “Oh no Sam you don’t.”

“We’ll see about that.”

With that, Sam turned on his heel and made his way back to his room - but not before shooting a smirk in Dean’s direction.

“Great. I’m not going to hear the end of this, am I?” Dean sighed. 

“We’re probably going to start tickling you whenever we need you to do something Dean,” Cas said with a shrug.

“Oh great,” Dean muttered. “My brother and my boyfriend teaming up on me. That’s exactly what I need right now.”

“Are you being sarcastic Dean?”

“Yes buddy, I am. I’m going to go to bed now Cas. I’ll see ya in the morning.” Dean stretched and let out a loud yawn.

“Dean wait.”

Cas suddenly pulled Dean by his shirt and planted a short but firm kiss on the hunter’s lips. As Cas moved away, Dean grabbed him by the front of his coat and connected their lips together once more. It took a while for the two boys to pull away and they were both out of breath. Cas cheeks were flushed red and Dean had an adorable grin plastered on his face. The latter winked at Cas which made the angel turn flush harder.

“For the record Cas, I’m definitely going to find your tickle spot.”

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You Make Me Wanna... l Peter Parker

Summary: Based off the song You Make Me Wanna (SoMo version) where Peter Parker finally gets the girl of his dreams…or so he thinks. As soon as he enters his new relationship, he can’t help but imagine what the relationship would be like if it was with the reader instead…

Warning: none

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: @fangirlizei


Originally posted by sddonald22

Peter Parker’s Point of View:

I thought I was on top of the world when I finally got together with Liz Allen. I couldn’t have been more thankful to you for hooking us up. 

You were the one that convinced me to ask her out in the first place. You were the one who encouraged me to go and talk to her. You were the one I turned to when I needed relationship advice. All the while, I thought I had gotten the girl of my dreams but I was wrong.

You make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

One day, you walked into chemistry class wearing an adorable outfit (one that I had not seen on you before) and for the entire day, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Why hadn’t I acknowledged your beauty before? Why was I just now seeing you for who you really were?

From that day on, I couldn’t seem to keep you out of my thoughts. I couldn’t help but day dream about you constantly. I no longer paid attention to Liz because to me, she was nothing in comparison to you. 

You make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

I always came to you for advice when Liz and I got into a fight. I think it was just an excuse to see your pretty face again. Half of the time, I didn’t even want to repair my relationship with Liz. She didn’t make me happy anymore. You made me happy.

“Why don’t you buy her some nice flowers and apologize to her?” You suggested one day. My eyes rest on your sincere smile and I couldn’t help but lick my lips in response. “Peter?”


“Did you hear anything I just said?” I blushed crazily and shook my head. “I said you should buy her some flowers and apologize to her.”

I sighed through my nose and nodded my head. I grabbed my stuff and slung my backpack over my shoulder. “Yeah okay.”

“Hey,” you said. “Things will get better. You will see. She can’t stay mad at you forever.” I nodded my head and dismissed myself from your presence.

Before anything came between us
You were like my best friend
The one I used to run and talk to when me and my girl was having problems
You used to say it will be okay
Suggest little nice things I should do
And when I come home at night and lay my head down
All I seem to think about was you

I used to dream about Liz and how pretty she looked when she passed by me in the hallway. Now, all that was on my mind was you. You always sat across from me at lunch and I used to gaze over your shoulder at Liz. Now my eyes were set on you.

I watched in admiration as you ranted on about your day so far. I smiled when you waved your hands around as you talked and I laughed when you said something funny. I feel happy when I am around you.

And now you make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

It did not take long for Liz to see that my eyes were not always on her anymore. She would always get mad at me and that was usually the cause of all our fights. You seemed pretty oblivious to my feelings for you and you focused all your attention on keeping Liz and I together even though, I did not want to be with her anymore.

Every day, I contemplated on whether or not I should tell you about my feelings towards you. I didn’t know what would come of it, if it would work out or not. I thought Liz and I would work out and it turns out I was wrong.

And now you make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me

I realized that I had always been in love with you, I just never wanted to admit it to myself. You were the perfect girl in my eyes and I honestly couldn’t see myself with anyone else at that point.

I chewed the inside of my cheek as I paced around outside your apartment building. “Tell her that you are in love with her,” I told myself. “No, don’t tell her.” I was stuck between my two options. “Tell her! No, don’t!”

I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair in defeat. I gazed up at the tall building, singling out your bedroom window and seeing the light still on. Now was my chance.

Now what’s bad
Is you’re the one that hooked us up
Knowing it should’ve been you
And what’s sad is I love her but I’m falling for you
What should I do?

I raised my fist to the door of your apartment and gently knocked on it. In seconds, you opened the door and smiled at the sight of me. I barely returned a smile as you welcomed me in.

“My parents are out of town at the moment,” you explained. “Do you want anything to drink?” I shook my head and fiddled with my fingers nervously. “Well, how is Liz doing?”

At the mention of her name, my eyes began to swell with tears. My nose began to turn pink as my tears dropped onto your carpet. Your face fell as soon as you saw my face. Was I really going to do this?


“I am in love with you.”

Should I tell my baby bye-bye?
Should I do exactly what I feel inside?
Cause I don’t wanna go
Don’t need to stay
But I really need to get it together

Your face dropped and I watched your reaction carefully. “What?” You gasped in disbelief. Another tear dropped from my cheek and landed on the floor.

“I am in love with you,” I clarified. 


“I always have been in love with you. I never wanted to admit it though because I was afraid I would lose you,” I explained. “I never–I was never in love with Liz. It’s you, Y/N. It has always been you.”

I gave you time to process my words, allowing them to sink in well before you gave me your answer. I swallowed hard in response. You looked down at your feet, avoiding my eye contact at all costs.

“Peter, I am…flattered by your kind words but…” I blinked away some tears, praying you wouldn’t push me away. “But I don’t…love…you.”

My heart shattered into a million pieces at your words. “B-But I mean…you could learn…you could learn to love me.”

“I don’t think I could,” you said gently. I looked down at my feet, my breathing becoming shaky and unstable. “I am so sorry, Peter.”

You make me wanna leave the one I’m with
Start a new relationship with you
This is what you do
Think about her and all the things that come along with
You make me
You make me…

I bravely took a few steps forward and I could hear your breath hitch in your throat when our chests touched. I looked down at you with my tears clouding my vision. I gently reached up and cupped your face in my hands. 

Your eyes filled with tears as well as I gazed down at you in love. The pads of my thumbs tracing over your sweet pink lips. My eyes darted from your eyes to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

I leaned down and allowed my lips to brush against yours gently. Your eyes closed in response but you refused to move your lips against mine. I pulled away only after a second or two of kissing you.

“I-I’m sorry,” I said. I moved my hands away from your face and slowly backed away from you. Your eyes glistened with tears, watching me retreat towards the door. “I’m so sorry.”

I opened the door and ran out of your apartment as fast as I could. I ruined everything we had. I ruined our friendship. I ruined our bond. I ruined everything we ever had. I screwed up and I knew that you would never be able to look at me the same way again. I lost the only thing in my life that was important. I lost the love of my life.

I lost you…


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When I Need You

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  995
Requested by @cattybelle:  Wondering if you can do a Jensen at a convention maybe fan attacks him or Jensen having panick attack thanks

Warning: panic attack

          You skipped down the hallway, spotting fans waiting for you, “Hi!” you squealed, waving to them.

           When the fans saw you, they freaked out, rushing to take pictures of you and with you. You loved that they were so excited to see you. You were just as excited to see them and be around them.

           “Where’s Jensen?” you heard someone call out.

           “He and Jared are already getting ready for our panel. I was running behind because I had to do my hair,” you said, flipping your hair over our shoulder dramatically, making everyone laugh with you.

           “Y/N, we gotta get you over there,” your heard one of the guys call out to you, trying to usher you to where you needed to be for your panel.

           “Sorry, guys, I gotta go. Are you coming to the panel and photo ops?” you asked, continuing to walk.

           A bunch of them yelled that they were indeed coming.

           “I’ll see you there,” you waved, hurrying off to go find your boyfriend and best friend so you could go act crazy on stage together.

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so I haven’t done this in a while and I’m in the mood so, shall we?


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I hate to do this but I don’t know where else to go…

So, my dad got into a car accident today. Everyone’s okay, but we were already struggling to get by. Our jobs all put together just won’t cut it and… we might not make rent this month. 

I can’t do much, but I’ll do what I can, whether you want a design or some kind of witchy thing or even a bit of writing. I’m not good at digital art, but I’m pretty decent at sketches (and paints but i don’t have anything to paint on)! I’ll even send them to you snail mail style if you want!

So if you wanna commission me anything, message me first. There will also be a donate link in my description if you don’t want anything, but still wanna help out.

I love you all so much. Stay safe out there.

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5 things you can find in my blog

  • video games (mostly nintendo)
  • fire emblem
  • princess peach
  • anime
  • random text posts I find funny

5 things you can find in my room

  • video games
  • posters
  • dvds
  • lots of clothes lol
  • little room to move (my room is a literal shoebox)

5 things I always wanted to do

  • get a piercing (I actually have one I want to get~)
  • get a dog and cat
  • move out on my own and be independent 
  • hold another guys hand..
  • be more fluent in my native language

.5 things that make me happy

  • being able to sleep in (i usually get up at 8-9 on weekends..)
  • finding new music
  • new anime episodes
  • going for long drives
  • listening to music as loud as I possibly can

5 things on my to do list

  • get through my first year of school
  • be more comfortable in my skin
  • find a style I like when it comes to clothes
  • get more tattoos
  • be more happy

5 things you might not know about me

  • I like shopping for clothes (or just in general)
  • omg i’m such a fake but I’ve never finished ocarina of time or majora’s mask..
  • i’m aboriginal (but I have a tough time speaking the language)
  • I had like multiple near death experiences (so i’m like chill about death tbh lol)
  • i enjoy baking

I have written absolutely nothing. I’m sorry, I just haven’t been feeling it. Don’t take that the wrong way, I love doing this, but sometimes my imagination just comes up blank! Then a little later I will get these writing spurts and write up a whole bunch at once and have a lot of fun with it! That’s when I do my best as well. I kind of try to force it sometimes but I’m worried about being repetitive and when I look at the work I forced I think It’s total poop (which is why sometimes I go back and twerk little things in my imagines). I just really want to apologize for all the people who have been waiting for their imagines to come out, I just need to feel it! I need that writing spark again, it’s on and off with me a lot and when I feel it I love doing it! I’m not complain to you people or anything, I just feel really bad for leaving you all hanging and wanted to give you some type of update.

I need inspiration!

@nanahoshi-headcanons thank you for the request, and for the warm welcome!! both are greatly appreciated :-) i hope you like the headcanons!! love this car boy

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Do you know what pisses me off the most about the dreaded “Autism Moms”?

Let me tell you, as an autistic adult who also was a main caregiver for an autistic boy (my brother). 

For the record:  I swear that if you use this post to say autism makes people violent and abusive, I will send 12,000 angry geese to flock in your bedroom and destroy every item that you treasure the most. AND I will eat the leftovers you had planned on eating for lunch tomorrow. Don’t you fuckin dare miss the point of this post. 

Listen up. I got a story for you.

Bit of background first.

My boy, my little hobbit, was born when I was ten years old. My mother left him alone with my grandparents and me. She legit abandoned him. 

My grandparents weren’t sure they could take him in. 
I begged. I pleaded. I asked as hard as I could to let us keep him and not give him back to my mother. 

Of course, they said yes. 

I dutifully became the protective older sister.

I would bathe him up until the week I left for college. I measured his medications and crushed them into his favorite yogurt. Blue, if you were curious.I made sure his food was perfect - french fries made just like he wanted, a chicken fry sandwich complete with his favorite McDonald’s sauce we bought in bulk.  
I went to his speech and occupational therapies several times a week, and practiced the things he learned. I went with him to his first day of school.

I even did a middle school project all about autism (which I am slightly embarrassed about, as I mentioned A$ in it ugh). I read all the autism books a 12 year old could find, and immersed myself in the Vanderbilt paperwork. I delved into the world of IEPs, visual schedules, and basic sign language.

And now, I’m still sending them resources and information on medications, papers for teachers, and going over doctor notes for him - despite being six hours away. 

(Of course, I was an undiagnosed autistic girl who also needed quiet. When I wasn’t needed to do these things, I was often in my room away from the loud television and people. I wasn’t a perfect caregiver, but I did do a lot.)

All of that to say: yeah, it wasn’t easy. But since when is raising a kid ever easy? I started looking after this boy when I was ten years old.

But here’s what infuriates me.

I read all the time about these autism moms who complain about how terrible their lives are. They say they’re afraid of being hurt and their lives are destroyed. Some even talk about killing their kids.

You know what?

Yeah, I got hurt by him or when helping him. I got bit, scratched, hit, and everything else. Usually it was just him being frustrated over lack of communicating his needs, so I was rarely angry. 
I ran after him when he went out the door straight for a lawnmower and I fell to the concrete. I grabbed him right before he ran into a street and ended up with my arm covered in blood.

I was kicked in the head and given a traumatic brain injury that requires me to now use a cane, and has caused a ton of nervous system issues. I even use a wheelchair part-time due to another condition that occurred afterwards. I’m only 20, and my health is pretty comparable to someone with congestive heart failure.

And you know what? 

I never in a million years thought about hurting my little brother.

I still don’t blame him. He was often overwhelmed, and had meltdowns. As an autistic person myself, I understood it - even if I didn’t know I was autistic at the time. (I suspected, but was too focused on other things.) 
I don’t know if I’ll ever get better health-wise, and that’s okay. I don’t know if I’ll get to run and dance again, or if there’s worse effects to come. It’s just what it is, and I’ve accepted that. 

He’s a child. It’s not his fault. He once asked me if it was, and I hugged him tight and said absolutely not. 

I say all this not to demonstrate how violent autistic people can be, but to demonstrate that I get where these autism moms are coming from.

  Again, for the record, autistic people are far more likely to be abused and assaulted. 

Remember how I said  I get where they’re coming from?

Yeah, that’s still not an excuse to be harmful toward your child. Ever.

You don’t give your babies bleach, shock them, or starve them. You don’t talk about them as if they’re literally a death sentence for you. And you sure as hell don’t want to murder your little ones. 

And if you literally want to kill your kid, if you would rather have a dead child than an autistic one, I have news for you.

You don’t deserve that child, and you better back up and understand this.

You autism moms need to stop. You need to listen. 

Your kids are going through a world that wants to “cure” them, force them into suffering so they can look “normal.” Your kids are going to spend their entire lives dealing with a world that is hostile to them. People try to assimilate us to save their own pride, at the expense of our own comfort and stability. 
Your kid is going to go through life being told that they should be literally “treated” with electroshock therapy because of their neurology. They’re going to be told that they shouldn’t reproduce. They’re going to be told that they’re not worth having space in this world. Your kid is going to grow up one day, and they’re going to hear this and internalize it. 

I know that, because that’s what I hear every day. 

You say it’s so hard to have an autistic kid?

Well, of course it is. But you know what?

Kids are hard.
They’re going to kick, hit, pinch, and everything else. Even neurotypical kids do that. I don’t know a single kid who hasn’t bit their caregiver or thrown something when grumpy. 
(I’ll say it again for those in the back: autistic kids are way way way more likely to be abused and hurt.)

When you have a kid, you sign up for this. You love that little one unconditionally, you protect them with all your heart. You give them support. You love that child even if they have a disability, especially when they have a disability.

You teach them that they are allowed to exist, that they are just as valuable and needed in this world like anyone else. We need all the neurodiversity in this world we can get. 

You teach your child that they’re not a burden. You teach them how to say no and that autonomy is often more important than compliance. You teach them that you love them, and that they will always have someone in their corner to back them up when times are tough.

I don’t care how hard you think it is raise an autistic child.

Trust me, I know full well it’s hard. Parenting is hard. It’s not easy, and it’s not always roses and fluffy kittens. That has nothing to do with having an autistic kid; that’s just a fact of life. 

The fear of getting hurt is valid. I can attest to that, and I don’t think I can downplay that. But that behavior is communication, and you have to learn how to read it. I did. You have to fight for better supports, for ways to make it easier on your kid - and by doing this, easier for you too. 

Sure, it’s hard.

But you know what? Your kid’s going to have it much harder. 

sweet shop ➹ peter parker

summary : to put it simply, peter parker doesn’t like candy that much, but somehow he keeps finding himself at the same candy shop in manhattan, and it’s definitely not because of the cute worker always standing behind the counter at precisely four in the afternoon. definitely not.

wc : 1.6k

author’s note : if there’s typos my bad i don’t proofread i’m lazy

  “The freckly dork with the sweet eyes is back.” It’s the first thing you hear when you walk into work that afternoon, four o’clock sharp as usual, fiddling with the strap of your apron with the shop name scrawled across the front in lovely cursive letters. You lift your gaze from the cash register toward the aisle you’ve noticed he wanders in most frequently- not that you’ve really been noticing the cute boy of course- and find him through the throng of people, though he’s quite easy to spot considering he’s shuffling awkwardly through stacks of chocolate whilst blatantly staring at you. You’re not sure he even realizes what he’s doing until you lift your hand in a tentative wave and his entire  face pretty much glows pink as he smiles back nervously and he knocks into a display shelf. 

  “Poor kid is smitten,” your coworker sighs with a smirk plastered on her face as she unties her own apron and slips into the backroom to hang it up. “Does he even know your name? Do you know his?” 

    You wave her off dismissively. “My name is on my name tag, I’m sure he knows it. He never buys anything, anyway. He just… like, lingers here.” You shrug. “He’s cute so I let him stay.” 

   She throws her head back and lets out a laugh, returning her scrutinizing gaze back toward the boy with the precariously gelled hair who is hastily trying to restock the shelf he knocked over while simultaneously stumbling into another one. You wince at him, trying not to stare because god, he’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen but he reminds you of a baby deer learning to walk for the first time in the clumsiest, messiest way imaginable. “He comes here to gawk at you, dumbass. His eyes never stray,” she places a hand mockingly on her heart as you roll your eyes toward her. You flash a jovial smile to a customer when they approach you to ring up their order before turning back to your friend. 

   “Should I talk to him?” You inquire, placing the money in the correct slots of the register. You glance back up at him as he holds his hands out in front of a chocolate, silently pleading with it to stay put so he stopped looking like an absolute moron in front of you. He looks back at you and this time waves back a little, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to appear cooler than he actually was. “I’m gonna talk to him.” You say, not waiting for your friend to divulge her own opinion on the matter. 

   She shrugs, slipping on her jean jacket and grabbing her purse. “You’ve always been a sucker for the dorky, in need of help, doe eyed type of guys.” You swat at her shoulder playfully but she dodges it, winking at you before walking around the counter and lightly patting the boy on the shoulder as she makes her grand departure. He looks around in confusion until he sees your friend gesturing toward you. 

   “Scotty, can you cover for me for just a sec?” You call, your face turning to the backroom of the store while Scott, your other coworker, emerges from it. He gives you a scowl, brown eyes narrowed, though you know its playful. To avoid song quite conceited, you don’t admit it often, but you’re pretty much everyone’s favorite employee. “Thanks babes.” He takes your place at the register, and despite the tattoos and nose ring he sports, his smile is practically contagious. He’s another favorite among the customers just because of how pleasant and charming he is. 

    Peter, though you don’t known his name just yet, watches as you exit your position at the register and hastily tries to make himself look busy standing in front of the same selection of candy that’s he been for fifteen minutes now. He picks up a chocolate bar, pretending to examine it as thoroughly as possible when you lean against the stand next to him. His palms feel sweaty. “I- I was gonna buy something eventually, you know, one of these days. I swear.” He practically shoves the Hershey’s bar in your face, but you lightly push his hand back. “I’m just- I’m, um, very, very indecisive.” 

   You laugh a little. “Um, it’s fine. That’s not even what I came over here for.” You scratch the back of your neck for a second, an anxious habit because suddenly, you’re pretty nervous standing in front of a sweetly awkward boy with possibly the nicest eyes you’ve ever seen and the cutest shy smile that he seems to be trying to maintain desperately. 

   “Oh.” He nods, heat crawling up his cheeks as he sidesteps out of your view. “I- I- I- um, sorry for blocking something, I probably am-” 

   “You’re not,” you assure him. Peter can feel his heart squeeze tightly when you take a step closer toward him, but your smile is the least intimidating thing he’s ever come across. It’s gentle. He appreciates the gentleness of it. “So, um, what’s your name?” It doesn’t come out as smooth as you would have liked it to, but Peter grins back at you like you’ve just asked him the greatest question in the universe. 

   “I’m Peter,” he replies, running a hand through his hair again in a way similar to your own nervous tick of rubbing the back of your neck. “Uh, Peter Parker, he repeats, not knowing if you wanted his last name or not. 

   Scott, across the room, cups his hands around his mouth and calls toward you, “Y/N, if you’re gonna flirt with that kid, at least reorganize the shelves, too!” You turn around to give Scott the finger. To be honest though, you’re also turning around to mask the embarrassment on your face. 

    Peter steps out of the way again so you can stand in front of the mess he had already created just a few minutes before. “I’m Y/N, in case you didn’t catch that.” Peter likes the little disconcerted expression you’re donning now. He’s glad that he’s not the only one flustered here, and in an odd way, it makes him feel a little more confident when talking to you, the same person he’s been trying to gather the courage to hold a conversation with for the two weeks. 

   “I knew that already,” he says. Then, realizing the odd way you’re looking at him suddenly, he continues, “because of, you know, the uh, name tag. Your name tag. It has your name on it. So, that’s how I know.” Another nervous smile flashed toward you. 

   “Oh, yeah,” you look down at it. You continue stacking the shelves in the proper manner. “You really did a number on these,” you wave your hand toward the shelves. “Tell me, how’d you manage to knock down two different shelves in under five minutes and put everything back in a way not even remotely close to the way they were before?” 

   He knows you mean it lightheartedly, but he still blushes even deeper than before. “Hey, at least I tried,” he answers defensively. “But, um, I don’t even really know. I think you made me nervous. You- you waved at me.” He glances down at his shoes, shuffling his feet again. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that, he thinks to himself. He misses the beam you give him, secretly pleased with yourself for having that effect on him. It was flattering. 

    “I made you nervous?” You raise an eyebrow at him, and he nods. “That’s cute, Peter. I’m not much to get nervous over, though. Trust me.” You turn your back on the display shelf just in time for Peter to shake his head at you. 

    “I’ve been coming in here for two weeks now, and I haven’t bought anything because I’m too nervous to go up to the register and talk to you. So yeah, you are. Something to get nervous over, I mean.” You knew what he meant, but he had a habit of over-explaining every little detail that you found endearing, so you let him talk. “Is that weird? Am I weird?” 

    “Nah.” You reach out to squeeze his hand for literally a millisecond, which irritates him to no end because he kind of wants you to hold on for longer. “Like I said before, it’s kind of cute. You’re a cute kid.” 

   Puffing out his chest a little, he says, “Well, I wouldn’t really call myself a kid, I am fifteen so…” Oddly enough, it’s that comment alone that makes you sort of fall in love with him in that moment, and the way he so terribly wants to impress you. There’s no way to describe him other than ridiculously sweet, which is ironic considering you’re standing in a candy shop when he admits that you’re the prettiest person he’s ever laid his eyes on and when he asks for your number, you don’t hesitate to give it to him. 

   It’s the first time he buys something from the store, and he walks out with a stupidly happy grin on his face and approaches Ned with a new bounce in his step. He’s been standing out there for a half hour and patience that was diminishing faster and faster. As they’re walking back to the train so they can go home, Ned eyes Peter as he bites into a chocolate bar. “Peter, you literally hate chocolate, what are you doing?” 

    Peter shrugs, taking another piece off. “This chocolate bar scored me a date and the number of the cutest worker in that store. I’m gonna learn to love it.” 

    “The worker you’ve been stalking for the past two weeks?” 

    “It wasn’t stalking, Ned!” 

    Ned gives Peter an unconvincing nod, but truthfully, he’s glad to see his best friend so excited over someone. It’s been awhile since Liz, and Ned knows Peter deserves to be happy. And boy, is Peter ever so happy, even while he’s eating chocolate that he hasn’t liked since he was seven.

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