not sure how i feel about this yet i think i like it

anonymous asked:

i want to see melissa comfort scott again when she sees him depressed. she doesn't know details, but she thinks he's had some fallout with stiles and because she /knows/ how stiles thinks by now, she sits scott down. remember when i told you women loved words? well. it's not really about words and it's not really about women. it's about letting the people you love know that you love them. some need it more than others and if this is about who i think it is, he needs it. let him know, scott.

and he does. he does let him know. well he tells the crisp white sheet of paper slowly, one letter at a time, because he’s still not sure he knows quite how to do the feelings thing in words. every scratch of the pen feels like he can never take it back, even though stiles hasn’t read any of it yet, and his hand shakes a bit with his nerves. he thought the pen was a good choice so he wouldn’t be able to change his mind, but instead he finds himself looking at three false starts in the middle of the first paragraph. three times he tried, “I don’t…” “We…” “How…”, and now it looks messy but he tries not to care, he knows stiles will be picturing his face as he was writing and will wonder what he means, so he tries one last time. finally everything pours out like a storm cloud burst, everything he ever wanted to say and couldn’t, everything he’s been afraid to put into words, all his guilt and insecurity and anxiety and pain. but most of all he makes sure to be as honest as he can. scott didn’t think he’s ever hidden anything from stiles, least of all his feelings, but now he knows better. halfway through the confessional scott realizes what he sounds like, so he decides to just admit it. writing the words is a lot easier than even putting the thought together in his mind and accepting that it’s real. i love you. i love your tiny nose and the twinkle in your eye. i love your passion and i love your anger and i love your huge huge heart. i love your voice and how it changes so subtly when you’re talking to me, only to me. i love how you guzzle milk straight from the jug, how you risk your life for the people you love. i love your spiky hair and your sarcastic grin and the little scar under your lip that nobody can see but i know is there (sometimes i want to taste it). i love how it feels when you hug me so tight i can’t breathe, because i know nobody makes you feel as safe as i do. i love that i thought things could never be the same, never be whole again after last year, but you proved me wrong. i can’t live without you. you know i love you but you don’t know how much. it’s killing me that you don’t know. i know you love me but i don’t know if it’s good enough. i love you stiles. i’m in love with you. i’m in love with you. i’m in love with you.
here he puts the pen down because his eyes are full of tears and he doesn’t know how to stop them. he leaves the paper on his desk to read over with a fresh mind tomorrow, to see if he’ll have the courage to ever pick it up again.

The thing is, I don’t even care (not that much anyway) how they’re going to explain the fuckery of s4 in case it really was fake. But he problem is when? It would be fantastic if there was a secret episode airing next January, but… I am 100% sure that that is not happening. So, I am starting to wonder… Is there really any point to this? They probably didn’t even start thinking about s5 yet, they might have some rough ideas but why planning anything now, several years before they start filming? They have Dracula now. I suddenly feel like this whole thing is pointless. We’re trying to make sense out of the mess they’ve made, but all of them - writers and actors, seems they have moved on from Sherlock long ago. What if there is nowhere we can go anymore? Will we sit here for another three years without any new content whatsoever waiting for setlock to happen? I hate to say that, but I doubt anyone will, because a fandom without any new content for such a long long time can only survive for a very short time. There is only so much we can do with the amount of episodes we have, especially those who’ve already analysed every millisecond of them. And besides, we’ve already been torn apart enough and this situation isn’t really the same like it was post s3. S3… there was a cliffhanger we knew there would soon be more but rn we don’t know anything at all and… isn’t that just upsetting…

How I Got Into Animation

I feel like sharing my journey in animation especially in times like these when job opportunities come by and I get lots of messages about it. Here it goes (it’s a bit long):
I got into TV animation in Manila without any art degree in 1990 as an inbetweener trainee for Hannah Barbera. It was a job application I waited for almost a year just to get into the program. When I first sent an overseas application to Disney, Dreamworks, and Warner Brothers in 1994, I was already supervising the layout dept for Marvel TV Production in Manila and just started a family. With a heart focused on getting into feature animation, the portfolio guidelines the studios sent me gave me a reality check - my skills were not there yet. So I decided I’ll keep moving towards the goal and sharpen my skills to their standard. After migrating to the US in ‘96 through a small game studio, the first thing I did was take a summer program at Associates in Art under a couple of Disney artists. I remember depriving myself of sleep for 13 weeks while building a new portfolio. After the program, I brought my portfolios to the same studios. DW wasn’t sure and wanted to give me a test. WB flatly told me I don’t have it. Disney, on the other hand, immediately hired me to work as full time key layout artist on Mulan. And that was the start of another life journey.
I always tell my students to keep the 4 P’s going in them: 1. Passion - keep it burning and having a growth mindset to never stop learning to do something new; 2. Practice - practice, practice, and tons of practice; 3. Perseverance - takes an act of will to keep pressing on; and lastly, 4. Prayers - we need lots of it. At any point, don’t ever, ever think that you’ve arrived. All the best to all who are on the same creative journey.

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Your heart was pounding profusely, as you held your gaze on the screen.

It only took a few minutes before you got a response, and once you did, you were beyond mortified.

Frantically, you went back to your Instagram and found the comment Bonnie left on your picture. She had given you her number, but you accidentally mixed up the last two numbers.

Which brought you here.

Looking at the cute little selfie you received, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

Not only did you text the wrong number, but you texted Jensen freaking Ackles. The actor you had crushed on for years.

You texted back the emoji, not knowing what to say.

And as the seconds passed, it didn’t take long for you to get another reply.

‘Isn’t it a little late for a bath? I mean, shouldn’t you be in bed? Lol.’

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. This was so surreal. How did you manage to text your celebrity crush, was beyond anything you could imagine.

For a moment, you thought you should just apologize and then throw your phone and pretend it never happened, but then you decided to continue the conversation with him. I mean, it’s not everyday you get to talk to Jensen.

'It’s never too late for a bubble bath, especially when there’s wine. But what about you? Why aren’t you in bed?’

Suddenly, you felt a little flirtatious. Maybe it was the alcohol. Whatever it was, you didn’t seem to mind.

Taking a sip of your wine, you waited for his response. Thinking of a million things all at once. You had to pinch yourself to see if you were dreaming.

'Alcohol makes everything better. 😉
I can’t sleep. My name is Jensen by the way.’

'I’m Y/N.’

And just like that, you two were texting back and forth for what seemed like forever.

You talked about work and movies and basically everything you could think of. You also talked about your job and the fact that you were a fan of his show. Even when you were done with the bath and now snuggled up in bed.

Somehow, you were both feeling something between you two. Feeling a pull that made you want to keep the conversation going even though you two had only talked this one time. Like two close friends catching up.

But then you saw the time, and suddenly were brought back to reality. You couldn’t believe you were texting him for three hours straight!

'Damn, it’s super late!’ You texted Jensen.

'Didn’t know we were talking for that long. Lol. Guess that happens when you’re having fun. 😉’

You felt your stomach flutter. Giving you a warm sensation throughout your body.

'Well, I better get some sleep. Have another long day tomorrow.’

Once you sent that text, you were a bit bummed. Not wanting it to end, but you were fighting your eyes to stay open.

'Hey…there’s something I want to ask you before you go.’ He replied.

You were a bit hesitant, but curious.

'What’s up?’

Those three dots appeared on the screen, making you hold your breath with anticipation.

'Can you send a selfie? Want to put a face to the legs. Lol’

And just like that, you felt nervous. Nauseas even. You were always insecure, but having Jensen ask for a picture, especially without makeup, you were scared.

Scared of what he might think. Or say.

'Please?’ You received another text.

You let out a sigh, and caved. Holding the blanket close to you, you snapped a quick selfie. The flash from your phone, made your eyes glossy. You were laying on your side, with your hair laid across your pillow and a soft smile that seemed shy yet inviting. But you sent the picture before you could even talk yourself out of it.

Three dots on the screen, came and gone. Suddenly you panicked.

Maybe he didn’t like the picture? Or maybe he didn’t think you were pretty? Whatever it was, you were now regretting ever sending him the picture.

Wishing you never even sent the first text to begin with.

You locked your phone and closed your eyes, wincing at the thoughts of what you imagined was going through his head.

Until your phone vibrated.

'Fuck, you’re beautiful.’

Your lips curved into a cheeky grin, and a squeal escaped from you.

Though you wanted to keep talking, you also wanted to play it cool.

'Well I enjoyed our conversation. It was fun.’

'Me too. I haven’t had that much fun talking to anyone in a long time. So thank you.’

'Good night, Jensen.’

'Good night, sweet heart. Hopefully next time we will talk on the phone instead of this texting crap. I hate texting. lol.’

Your smile felt like it curved even more. But you were sure it wasn’t even possible. Jensen Ackles wanted to talk to you again. But this time, you would hear his deep, rough voice. It made your stomach flutter from just the thought.

'Lol, maybe. If you’re lucky 😉 now go to sleep Mr. Ackles. It’s passed your bed time.’

'Yes ma'am. Good night.’

i think it’s time i told you (i’m a fan of your universe) (1/1)

Years after Hawkmoth’s defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a conversation about life, love, and marriage.

Ladybug checked her communicator for the third time that night, and frowned.

The green pawprint blinked idly back at her, resting at a junction between city streets—the same place it had been every other time she’d checked.

They hadn’t arranged to meet up that night. It was her turn for a solo patrol tonight, and there hadn’t been any trouble big enough to make calling for help a necessity. She’d stopped a couple muggings, interrupted a robbery—normal, small things. Nothing that needed an extra pair of hands.

And, sure, they both transformed just for the fun of it sometimes. Sometimes they caught one another out on morning strolls or midnight snack runs or impromptu patrols, but usually those involved moving around.

Chat’s tracker hadn’t moved in the past two hours.

She shouldn’t worry—Hawkmoth had been in jail for the past three years and Chat wasn’t in a bad part of town right now—but…

But…

The green pawprint blinked at her from the same junction, at the same pace, unmoved.

Ladybug abandoned the end of her route and headed downtown.

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Skyline {VII}

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

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Missing You - A Rivals Ficlet

To tide everyone over until I get the chance to write the final chapter of obs&bh, here’s some future Rivals!Viktuuri. For @minatu who wanted to see the story behind number 4 of this top ten. This is set a few months after umfb&mha ends, when they are officially together but in a long distance relationship due to still living apart.



Living in different countries was hard.

They had both known it would be, when they had first made the decision. But considering the circumstances they had both agreed that it was the right thing to do, for the moment at least. Yuuri knew that he would move to St Petersburg in a heartbeat for Viktor and that Viktor would do the same for him and Detroit but after everything that had happened, they both knew that jumping straight into living together was a bad plan. They had mutually agreed to take it slow for now. Take time to relearn each other all over again and figure out how to actually be in a proper relationship together before taking the next big, and hopefully permanent, step.

So far, it had been working out well. Much as Yuuri couldn’t wait for the day when they would move in together for good and he could wake up to Viktor’s familiar face every morning, there still wasn’t a day that went by when they weren’t in contact as it was. Every morning he woke up to Viktor’s bright good morning text, often accompanied by a picture. Sometimes of himself, sometimes of Makkachin, sometimes of both.

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What I Read This Week

(7/8/17)

(Sorry for the late posting!) I read some amazing fics this week, and I can’t wait to share them with you!

Open At The Touch by kiaronna, Teen, 6.5k
Maybe Nishigori got ahold of a lock of Viktor’s hair, and some Polyjuice potion. Maybe it’s all an elaborate prank. With this as his only reasonable explanation, he steps forward, snags Viktor by his robes and tugs him in. There has to be an explanation, mystical and magical or medical, for the best Seeker in the Quidditch world showing up at his door; something besides his portrait, which won’t stop talking to Yuuri anyway.

I LOOOOOOOVED this HP AU! So cute and funny, and also angsty??? One of my favourite HP AUs yet!

The Roommate Trap by impolitecanadian, Mature, 2k (WIP)
Victor doesn’t believe in marriage. So when Chris, his best friend and roommate of 6 years, tells him he’s going to have to move out so he can get married, Victor is reasonably upset. Good thing Victor’s upstairs neighbour is looking for a roommate and maybe a little (okay, a lot) more.

I saw this recommended to me on fan rec friday’s and I thought I would give it a shot! Already entertaining so far, I can’t wait to see what happens next! I also love how it’s set in Canada, that’s pretty cool haha!

28 Tuxes by vodkawrites, Teen, 32k
While planning his 28th wedding, Yuuri begins to wonder if he can ever find love for himself.

I. AM. SOBBING. I LOVED THIS FIC SO MUCH!! The ending had me shook, laughing, crying, screaming!! I loved it!

What Now? by shereadsthestars, Mature, 15k (WIP)
Viktor Nikiforov, Niki to his closest friends- well, closest friend, singular, prefers to keep his nose clean.He’s not the type to hold a strong presence in the room, or even dominate the conversation. He’s quiet, and mindful. And would really just like to finish out the rest of his college career in peace. So it’s no question that his unwavering, slightly over-the-top infatuation with one Yuuri Katsuki is a bit of a problem.

So you all know I’m the biggest fan of college/university AUs, so I had to read this when I saw it on FRF! I love how it’s a reverse AU, I am so obsessed with shy/studious Victor!! (The long hair is also a big bonus haha) Thumbs up!

Much To Do About Everything by DiAnna44, Teen, 5.4k (WIP)
Victor and Yuuri don’t like each other. Which is, of course, perfectly acceptable. Except they never shut up about it, and Phichit and Chris, who are both tired of hearing about it and tasked with the duty of being the wonderful best friends that they are, decide to finally do something about it. Starfleet Academy/Star Trek AU.

GIVE ME ALL THE STAR TREK AUs!!! I love this fic already, the rivals aspect is giving me LIFE! I cannot wait to see where the story goes!

Jackpot by Ashida, Explicit, 5.6k
”Did you think you could get away with it again, Yuuri? Or are you getting greedy?“ Victor drawled low, taunting, trying to bring that person he knew out so they could keep playing.There was no point in Katsuki Yuuri denying it though, they’d played this game for years now. "Maybe I just wanted your attention?” Yuuri looked up and smirked something mischievous, something sinister. That guise melted into the wicked thing that Yuuri was, and Victor knew he was the one who’d been caught.

*fans self* Oh my lord this is SUCH a good one-shot! Gambler extraordinaire!Yuuri??? Married to a rich casino owner Victor??? This. Is. Everything.

the rough with the smooth by sixpences, Explicit, 5.9k
Yuuri grows a beard. Victor loses his mind. So does the internet.

So this is the second beard fic I’ve read and I am obsessed!!!!!!!!! Seriously obsessed. I didn’t know I needed Yuuri with facial hair until now. How did I live my life before this?

You were too much (then all at once you were just enough) by BoredMoose, Teen, 8.3k
You Barged Into My Dorm Room At 4 AM Drunk Off Your Ass And Begged Me To Sleep On The Floor Because You Couldn’t Remember Where Is Your Room!AU 

This was such a fun and entertaining fic! Light and easy read, you have to check this out!

Falling For Your Charms by Reiya, Teen, 12k (WIP)
Professor Katsuki’s crush on Professor Nikiforov is supposed to be a great secret. So naturally, the whole school knows.

I was really feeling the Harry Potter AUs this week, apparently, and I’m so glad I was! This is SUCH an amazing fic by one of my favourite authors, and made me fall in love with this AU all over again. Must read!

‘cause i know you’re worth it by missmichellebelle, Gen, 2.3k
Victor has imagined this moment a million times. He never imagined it being so very spectacularly terrifying.

The sequel/part 2 of the post-it note office AU that everyone fell in love with! This was so cute and a lil angsty! It wrapped up very nice and sweet, though. Love!

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Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

mlm peter parker headcanons

because there aren’t enough mlm peter content on my dash…. so yeee

  • pre-spider man peter having a crush on this one guy who always stood up for him when he got bullied and after peter became spider-man he gets to save that guy from an accident one day
    • Peter overhears his guy crush praising spider-man and gets a bit overwhelmed
    • bc ffs it feels GOOD to be your hero’s hero
    • guy crush being teased by his friends “damn he’s totally in love with that tight suit weirdo” but guy crush being all yes-homo like “I mean who isn’t”
    • guy crush being all fanboy over spider-man, wearing spidey t-shirt and perhaps putting some spidey badges on his backpack too
  • Peter talks about his crush with Karen because he still feels quite nervous to share how he feels about that guy with anyone around him
    • “hey Karen…. I think-I think I might have crush on a friend of mine…?”
    • “thanks Karen…. but I feel like it will be a disappointment for him if he finds out spider-man is me…. a nerdy kid that he always has to take care of? meh”
    • “what do you mean his heart rate is the same when he sees me in school as when he sees me in my suit?”
    • “YOU SCANNED HIM? whaaaat Karen don’t EVER do that-that’s just-kinda creepy you know? uh-YES I know I stared at him a lot-that does NOT mean I wanna scan him!!!! omg Karen please NEVER scan him again-I-I-omg please bury it with instant kill mode forEVER I CAN’T DO THIS”
    • “…….”
    • “sorry Karen I’ve calmed down”
    • “NO KAREN DON’T CALL HIM”
  • Peter thinks his secret is safe but literally none of his secrets is ever safe
    • Peter randomly talks about the guy with Ned and Ned be like “yeah haven’t you had a crush on him for about 50 years” and Peter chokes on his juice
    • “Peter, you’re not coming to Washington?” asks Liz. “Oh ofc he will,” says Michelle, “because [guy crush] will be there too-” (peter having his entire life flashing in front of his eyes) “-they are bffs, aren’t they?” Michelle smirks.
    • Peter nervously asking Tony if he could borrow his car to pick up a friend. “Sure kid,” says Tony leisurely, “just tell your boyfriend not to scratch the door.” and Peter nearly crashes the car
    • “M-m-m-m-mr Stark he’s not my boyfriend hahahaha uh haha” “yeah right if you pick him up with that car he will be your fiancé”
    • Aunt May meeting guy crush the first time after hearing way too many stories about him
    • “He’s such a sweetheart, isn’t he?” says May later when she’s driving Peter home, “so did you ask him to be your homecoming partner yet?”
    • this time Peter actually burst into real tears
Google Salutes the Birth of Hip Hop with Interactive Doodle

Google is celebrating the 44th anniversary of hip-hop today with an interactive doodle on its homepage. Kool Herc’s party at 1520 Sedgwick Avenue in the Bronx 44 years ago is cited as the crystallization of influences that became known as hip-hop. Google’s keyword team spoke with Kevin Burke, Ryan Germick Perla Campos who are behind the doodle. They also worked with hip-hop legends Fab 5 Freddy who was the first host of Yo! MTV Raps and Def Jam logo creator and visual artist Cey Adams. Check out their story behind the doodle,

Keyword: How did you come up with the idea for this Doodle?

Kevin: I’m a huge Hip Hop fan. Growing up outside New Orleans, it was a part of my DNA-performing Hip Hop in my high school band, adding Hip Hop to my college radio station’s rotation, and working on the set of Outkast’s “Ms. Jackson” music video in my first job out of college. Hip Hop has been a constant thread through my life and I wanted to bring my love of it to a Doodle. I developed the concept for interactive turntables, showed it to my manager Ryan (also a fan of Hip Hop), and he lost it. He said, “let’s make it tomorrow!”

OK, so people were into the idea. But Hip Hop is such a big topic. How did you decide what to focus on?

Perla: From the beginning, we were thinking big. I mean, Hip Hop touches so many parts of culture but a lot of people don’t know much about its origins. So, we anchored the Doodle to the birth of Hip Hop, and wanted to celebrate the people who pioneered the movement. We hope to give them the voice and the recognition they deserve, which is what Doodles are all about-shining light on times of history that maybe you didn’t know about. 

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Heal My Wounds

Peter has a massive crush on the reader but can’t help but wonder why she always covers her hands with gloves. 

author’s note: heyo just small hint the reader has a metal arm yeet this is like the fifth time i’m rewriting this so here goes nothing (i still don’t know how i feel about this it’s quite bad tbh) shout out to @toms-spidey for helping me out with this big time and literally being the only reason i’m posting this ily girly.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: kinda angsty and fluffy at the same time….?

Peter had been crushing on you for god knows how long. You were in a few of his classes and every once in a while he would look over at you a smile placed on his lips as you tugged lose strands of hair that would occasionally fall in front of your face back behind your ear.

He couldn’t help but notice one thing, you always had gloves on. No matter what the weather was, hot or cold you always had the same brown fabric covering your hands.

Flash had teased you about it multiple times and it pissed Peter off. No one deserved Flash’s unnecessary comments least of all you, the girl who barely spoke, not even when spoken to.

On multiple occasions Peter had tried to talk to you but you always managed to slip right past him acting as if you had no idea he wanted to talk, although it was fairly obvious.

And now as he sat in his usual seat his head resting in the palm of his hand he couldn’t help but admire you as you squinted your eyes slightly, concentrating on the papers sprawled out in front of you, your tongue poking out of the corners of your pink lips.

Ned nudged Peter bringing him out of his daze as he diverted his attention back to his best friend who was now giving him a judge mental look as his eyes wandered to who Peter had been staring at.

“Just go talk to her, your not so subtle staring is probably starting to freak her out” Ned sighed his elbow resting on the table in front of him, Peter scoffed his gaze finally meeting Ned’s.

“Don’t you think i’ve tried!? Every time i get as much as this close to her” Peter says squeezing his index finger and thumb together so they were almost touching “she runs off”.

“So don’t let her” Ned states matter of factly patting Peter on the back as he ushered him towards you, completely ignoring the quite protests leaving Peter’s mouth as they neared you with every step.


“Hey Y/N” a voice brings you out of your thoughts as you spit the pen out that you had previously tugged between the corners of your mouth, a awkward smile reaching the corners of your lips as you mumbled a quite ‘yeah’.

“Peter here wants to talk to you about something” Ned smiled, forcefully pushing Peter onto the stool next to you before he walked off a proud smile on his lips.

“What did you want to tell me?” you asked breaking the awkward silence that had settled between the two of you as soon as Ned left. “I um-well just wanted to uh see if you may-maybe wanted to I don’t know hang out sometime or something like that” Peter stammered a blush rising on his cheeks as he looked down at his lap slamming his eyes shut inwardly cringing at how awkward he was.

You were baffled, you couldn’t believe Peter Parker had just asked you to hang out, you a girl who wore gloves to hide what you hoped no one would discover. So as you were about to reject the offer, you looked back up at him and his hopeful beautiful brown eyes stared back into yours and you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Sure, Peter I would love too” you smiled going to place your arm on his shoulder but quickly pulled back realizing he would definitely feel what was not a flesh arm.

His wide eyes once again met yours and he looked like he was about to burst from happiness and you couldn’t help but giggle as he fumbled to get back up from the seat next you trying his best to act casual as he reached into his pocket so he could hand you his phone. 

But you reacted quickly telling him it was better if you called him knowing well enough you would have to take your gloves off in order for you to be able to type your phone number into the small phone he had placed in the palm of his hand.

“How about we just hang out after school, study date?” you asked hoping he would put the phone back into his pocket, and thankfully he did sending you a warm smile as he nodded walking back to his seat where he plopped down next to Ned.


Finally the school bell rung signaling that school was over and you happily stuffed all your stuff into your backpack before you slung it over your shoulder following the crowds of students that were exiting the classroom.

You were ready to get home and sit down on your couch with your favorite ice cream whilst Friends played in the background, but you then remembered your study date with Peter groaning at the fact you wouldn’t be getting these damn gloves off anytime soon.

You made your way toward Peter’s locker where you saw him clumsily stuffing his books into it—your heart almost melting at the sight, you quickly made your way towards him picking up the books that had fallen out of his tight grasp.

“Thank you” he awkwardly laughed scratching the back of his neck as he finally managed to slam his locker shut, the noise emanating off of the now empty school hallways. “It’s no problem, so your place or mine?” you asked as you walked side by side thankful that your left arm was brushing against his and not your right one.

“We can go to mine since Aunt May’s not going to be home anytime soon” you nodded and sent him a warm smile, you lived alone so a parent coming home early and yelling at you for being alone with a boy really wasn’t a problem, but Peter didn’t need to know that.


As soon as you had arrived at Peter’s small apartment he shared with his aunt, you followed him into his room where he nervously asked you to sit down on his bed and wait whilst he went and got you two some snacks.

You happily obliged sitting down on the bottom bunk your backpack resting in your lap as you pulled some of your books out of it and placed them on the nightstand that was next to you.

You heard clattering coming from the kitchen and took this as your chance to finally let your left hand breath for the first time that day. You sighed as you pulled the brown glove of your flesh hand, your palms were extremely sweaty and you made sure you could still hear Peter in the kitchen before you removed the glove of your right one.

A heavy sigh yet again left your mouth as you rubbed your hands together, your cold metal hand met your flesh one sending shivers down your spine at the unsuspected coldness.

Zoning out for a bit you completely missed when Peter stepped into the doorframe and quickly backed away when he saw why you always wore those same brown gloves.

Peter’s POV

Peter was struggling to make his way up the stairs as he tried to keep every single thing he was carrying still, the glasses he had filled with water were spilling everywhere at his clumsy excuse of walking and he couldn’t help but let out a satisfied groan when he reached the top of the stairs.

He smiled adjusting himself a bit before he walked into his room. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw what rested beneath the surface of your glove.

You hadn’t heard or seen him walk into the room so he quickly and quietly sprinted back down the stairs the water now completely abandoning the two glasses that rested on the top of his palm.

He laid every single snack he had carried up the stairs back onto the counter top as he reached for his phone that was placed in the back of his pocket quickly unlocking and dialing Tony’s number.

Tony picked up on the fourth ring and immediately starting scolding Peter for calling him since he told him he could only do that if it was an absolute emergency.

“This is an emergency Tony!” Peter panicked running his fingers through his brown locks as he started pacing around the kitchen making sure you hadn’t come down the stairs.

“You remember the airport fight right!?” Peter asked his grip on the phone becoming tighter with every word he spoke “yeah I don’t think I’m going to forget that anytime soon kid” Tony sighed “And you remember that dude with the metal arm right!?” 

“What’s your point here Peter?” Tony asked his brows pulling in as Peter continued speaking “well I’m with this girl right now her names Y/N, and I-I went down to get us some snacks since we were going to study but then I came back up and she-she had taken her gloves off… She has these gloves that she always wears—anyways! she has a metal arm Tony, a metal arm! And it’s exactly like Bucky’s”

Peter’s eyes went wide as he realized he had begun to raise his voice significantly during the last part of his sentence and he quickly looked around making sure you were nowhere insight.

“Do you think you could find a way to bring her to the tower?” Tony questioned and Peter nodded before realizing Tony couldn’t see him and he frantically mumbled a yes before hanging up the phone and climbing back up the stairs into his room.

“Hey I hope you don’t mind but-” Peter stopped abruptly realizing you were nowhere insight “Y/N?” he asked slowly walking into his room were he saw the previously closed window was now wide open and all of your stuff was gone

“Shit” he cursed knowing you had obviously heard his conversation with Tony and climbed out the window. What was he going to do now?

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1940 -- Chapter One

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The beginning of a series where you fall in love with a soldier named Alex.

A Note From The Author: This is the first of many chapters for this Alex!AU. This chapter is simply setting the scenes for what is to come between y/n and Alex. Stay tuned for swing dancing, cheeky banter from Alex, and a few stolen kisses along the way. Let me know what you think! xxh


April, 1938
London, England 

The store sat empty, as it did most days of the week. Dust regularly collected on the cash register sitting in front of you and its brass keys grew stiff with the lack of activity. With your elbows propped up on the counter, you leaned your weight forward and held your chin in the hand that wasn’t busy drumming across the countertop. They tapped in time with the clock ticking on the wall, a constant reminder that you were stuck here on such a lovely day outside.

It was unusually warm for this time of year. Normally covered in a dreary layer of gray, the sidewalks and storefronts shone in the rare-April sunshine, people out and about, taking advantage of the weather. You were antsy as you watched out the window, hoping that someone, anyone, would walk through the door and give you something to talk about.

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Female Chinese Adoptee in the US

Hi, I’m a female Chinese adoptee who spent more time with a foster mother than in the orphanage. I was adopted before I was half a year old by a white American single mother, and later raised by two white American parents once she married. I have a younger sister who is also adopted from China, but we aren’t blood related at all (yes people do ask me if we are). I grew up in a largely white portion of the south and went to religious schools with largely white populations (My mom did not adopt me from some misguided Christian white supremacist stance of saving me). I’m currently getting a degree in theater and film, so well thought out representation and minority stories are very important to me. Every adoption story is different, and as far as I can find, you only have the one POC profile on Chinese adoption and I wanted to give my point of view for variation.

I want to preface this by saying that my adoption has had a big impact on my life, but it is not my identity, and the impact it’s had isn’t something that I was consciously thinking about as it happened. It’s mainly as I’ve gotten older and looked back that I’ve realized how it has impacted certain aspects of my life. Growing up, my adoption isn’t something that was always on my mind, and it’s only through trying to better understand myself and who I identify as that I’ve come to analyze it more. Also sorry this is super long, I just wanted to be thorough.

Beauty Standards

Again, not something I consciously thought about when I was younger. Contrary to the popular stereotypes and fixations about Asian eyes, the shape of my eyes wasn’t something I thought about. What I was self-conscious about when I was a kid was how “flat” my face was, especially my nose. I felt like I didn’t have any definition, and because I didn’t grow up seeing many other Asian people or POC for that matter, I didn’t understand that different races had different facial structures. I just internally accepted that the caucasian facial structure was how people were supposed to look. I’ve since accepted the way I look, and while I don’t think I’m the hottest chick out there, I like the way I look.

Culture

When I was young, my mother enrolled me in Mandarin Classes and Chinese Culture classes/camps designed for Chinese adoptees to help me connect to my native culture and to surround me with other people like me. At one point I was even enrolled in a Chinese Fan Dance class if I remember correctly. I’m sure I had fun with some of them, just as I’m sure my attention span was short when I was a kid and that I got bored quickly. I didn’t have a problem with them at the time, but looking back I do remember feeling mildly annoyed with going to the events specifically for adopted kids because if felt like people just assumed we’d be friends because off of us shared the adoptee experience. I get that same feeling of annoyance when people to this day tell me “Oh, so and so is adopted from China too! You’d like her,” because I personally resent the idea that people assume my adoption is my identity and that alone is enough for me to connect with someone.

Identify Issues

I have always identified as a Chinese-American. My parents were always very honest with me about my adoption for as long as I can remember, so I was always somewhat aware that I was different. That being said, growing up surrounded by white people meant that the people I identified with where white, and there was a time in middle school where a teacher mentioned something about me being different in regards to my race (we were talking about casting for the school play). For a good 5 minutes I was confused about what she meant until I remembered that I was Chinese and not white like everyone else. That’s a moment that’s stuck with me throughout my life and I’ve always been a little ashamed of forgetting myself.

Recently I was asked if I identify as an immigrant, and I didn’t know how to answer. Technically I am one. At one point I had a green card and my mother had to fill out paperwork to make me a US citizen, so I don’t feel like I wasn’t an immigrant, but I also don’t identify with the typical image of immigrants. My story of finding my place in America isn’t the typical story of POC immigrants so I don’t necessarily feel solidarity with them. 

Within Asian Americans’, there’s been a stereotype about them being too Asian, but not Asian enough which is something I’ve also struggled with on both sides. In high school when I mispronounced pho, I was accused of being a “bad Asian” by a white friend, but when I was talking diversity politics with a teacher, my point of view was dismissed because she knew I was adopted so I was “basically white anyway.” While I do try to defer to the point of view of Asian immigrants and descendants of immigrants when it comes to certain topics and experiences, I also think it’s important for people to understand that when I interact with the majority of people, I am treated as an Asian woman. I live life as an Asian woman, not a white woman. Alternatively, because I grew up in such a white area, I admit that I grew up with a lot of internalized racism and have found myself judging mixed race Asians for the same thing from time to time though I am actively trying to unlearn that habit.

Honestly, as I get older and try to understand who I am more, the more confused I get over my identity. It’s still something I’m working to understand.

Language

Outside of the Mandarin classes I went to briefly as a kid, I also took 3 semesters of Mandarin in college to fulfill my language requirement. I did actively choose to take Mandarin because I thought it was important for me to learn, not because of my culture, but because as an aspiring Chinese American actress, many breakdowns for roles require a knowledge of fluent Mandarin. I am not fluent. I fulfilled my requirement and haven’t pursued it any further as of yet. I might try again in the future.

Daily Struggles

Since turning roughly 18, whenever I go places with my parents, we’re typically asked if we want to split the check, but if my younger sister is with us, no one asks. I don’t know if it qualifies as a struggle, but it’s something I’ve noticed that biological parents and children don’t go through as much. I’ve also come to explain that I’m adopted when I’m talking about my childhood or my past. I do it partially to give context to whatever story I’m about to tell or for whatever I’m explaining. Ex: I’ve had to explain my background during a workshop when I wrote a paper on representation in media for Asian Americans because the people reading the paper didn’t know I was Asian American simply from the context of the personal experiences I presented in the paper and were guessing my race off of my white sounding name. I’ve also had to explain my background when another Asian American commented repeatedly that I “sound so white.” I’m also very open about the fact that I’m adopted if people ask because it’s not something I’m ashamed of, and I want to normalize the idea of adoption.

When I was only a couple years old there was a girl who made fun of me for being adopted. It’s one of my mom’s favorite stories, because rather than letting the girl get to me, I said something snarky in return, but I’m assuming that’s why I try to normalize the idea of adoption, because being adopted doesn’t make me any less of a person than someone who is still with their biological parents.

I also witnessed a lot of the Asian eye jokes, but curiously enough they were never directed at me. I guess that says something about the kind of environment I lived in, because when I said something to a boy drawing an “Asian smiley face” he looked stunned and was surprised that I was Asian. I guess this instance doesn’t have as much to do with adoption but is more of a comment on the stereotype about how Asians are supposed to look distorting the fact that we actually look like regular human beings and not caricatures.

Dating and Relationships and Home/Family Life/Friendships

I’m putting these two in the same category because my abandonment issues have had a similar impact on them. As a kid, I always hated leaving when we were visiting my out of state grandmother or whenever my mom would go on a work trip. I would cry and fuss, and even as an adult, I hate saying goodbye for a long period of time. Intellectually, I know I’ll see these people again, but emotionally I worry about what if? I also get really scared and start tearing up if my parents are late coming to pick me up from the airport when I come to visit. I worry about being left alone. And I want to emphasize that this isn’t a conscious, “Oh, I’m adopted, I’m worried I’m going to be abandoned again” type thing. So much of these feelings are internalized and subconscious. It’s just that fear of never seeing someone you care about again, and even though I’m a logical person who knows that they’re just late, I can’t override that fear.

I have never had a romantic relationship and I have a few close friends, but I’m not the life of the party. I’ve always been careful about forming connections with people and have even actively resisted it when I was younger and was going to camps or doing something where I’d only see these people for a small amount of time. I had the mentality of “It’s not worth it because I’ll never see them again,” and that’s another thing I’m trying to overcome, because I still don’t like making connections if I know they’re not going to last. For similar reasons, I’m also very bad at vocalizing my affections and feelings towards people. I’ve never liked letting people close, and there was a time when I was a teen where I even distanced myself from my family, and that’s a bridge I’m still trying to repair to this day.

My family has always been understanding of the fact that I’m dealing with a lot when it comes to understanding my adoption and my identity, but there are also some things that they don’t understand and it can be hard to talk to them about things like my cultural identity and growing up around tons of micro-aggressions that they’ve never had to deal with. 

Misconceptions

The idea of who my real parents are. The idea of one set of parents being more valid than the other just seems fucked up to me, especially when it’s been posed to me as “So if they tell you to do something, do you ever just say, ‘No, you’re not my real parents, you can’t tell me what to do.’” My adopted parents are still my parents. I also think of my biological parents as my parents. I have never hated or resented my biological parents for giving me up nor have I ever used my adoptee status as an excuse to act out towards my adopted parents. While I do know about the One Child Policy, I don’t know the specific circumstances surrounding why I was given up for adoption. I don’t see the point in being angry about it without knowing the whole story, and I’ve come to terms with the fact that I may never know the whole story.

I also don’t feel particularly grateful towards my adopted parents or like I owe them anything for adopting me. Don’t get me wrong, I still love them, but I’m not actively trying to repay them for adopting me. I don’t owe them my life, they’re just my family.

Self-Esteem

I had a lot of self-esteem issues growing up, and they still persist today. They aren’t something I linked back to my abandonment issues until I sat down and talked to a therapist. I’ve always been a perfectionist to the point where I was never happy with anything I did, unless it was perfect. I literally never felt good enough. Part of the reason I distanced myself from my family is because I didn’t want to be a bother. Intellectually I knew I wasn’t going to be abandoned again, but I still felt like I had to be as good as I could possibly be to make sure. This is another one of those things that was never consciously thought about, it’s just how things were. I didn’t feel like I or whatever issues I was having was worth the trouble of bothering people, especially my parents, so I just didn’t, and had a habit of keeping a lot of things bottled up inside without telling anyone*. It’s another thing I’m also currently working to better my perception of myself.

*Just because I was trying to be a good kid and didn’t vocalize affection much does not act as an excuse for writing a submissive, emotionally stunted stereotype of a Chinese Adoptee. I am also snarky and sarcastic and opinionated and outgoing with my friends.

Things I’d like to see less of

Stop using adoptees in the abortion argument in general, especially if you don’t understand the adoption process or the issues adoptees face. Stop asking me to choose who my real parents are. It also bothers me the way people romanticize adoption, even if it’s people in various fandoms goofing around. People who adopt are not saints. Fandoms who make light of adoption and squee about wanting to adopt a character or wanting one character to adopt another makes light of a whole situation. Adoption is a great thing. It’s great for kids without families to get a family, but it’s also a painful thing for the kid, because a kid needing to be adopted means that they’ve also lost a family at a young age. Please be sensitive of that. Don’t romanticize adoption. People trying to empathize with those internalized feelings of abandonment and mistrust when they don’t have the same or similar experiences. Other people are allowed to feel those things, but please understand that the degree of what we feel is immense. From a personal perspective, when people try to do that, it feels like they’re making light of what I feel.

Things I’d like to see more of

Just normalizing the idea of adoption and understanding the good and the bad. Adoption stories in media that don’t hinge on the angsty, rebellious adoptee being angry at their adoptive parents. Stories that give adoptees identities outside of their being adopted. Understand that all adoptees are not the same. We all have different experiences based on race, religion, the region we’ve been adopted into, the kind of parents we have. There are so many variables that make up who we are.

imo, jungkook seems like the type of person who will not be forced to do things. i think there have been a number of instances whereby he has said “no” to being told to do something bc he doesn’t want to do it. 

just take the recent bv behind the scenes as an e.g., jinmin wanted jjj (jin-jimin-jungkook) to play the “throw their shoe as far as possible” game to see who would go into the sea. but jungkook was adamant on not playing it. in fact, i’m not even sure how many times he said “no” to his hyungs regarding it. he just does. not. want.

there was also this bangtan bomb in which jungkook was saying how he knows that fans don’t really like his fashion sense aka baggy pants?

do you guys see? “but i like baggy pants”

i’m not saying he doesn’t care for the fans’ opinions. but it’s more like… he seems like someone who wouldn’t go so far as to please someone. he likes what he likes, he dislikes what he dislikes.

in fact, he has said it himself that he isn’t one to bother about what other people say. and i find to be really important actually.

which brings me to mY NEXT POINT.

this honestly makes all the jikook moments (not saying that other ship moments are not genuine, i’m only talking about jikook bc i am well… a jikook shipper sO) more believable to me. it doesn’t necessarily mean that there aren’t any fanservice involved when it comes to their moments. but i can say that at least 97% of their moments are genuine. 

let me just bring up the fact that jungkook does not like sharing his clothes. bUT WELL HEY, who do we always see him sharing clothes with? [eye emoji]

or how jungkook is always complaining about how slow jimin is and it drives him crazy, but yET [drum rolls] he is always the one who waits for him and ends up walking together with him.

- during bv1, when everyone was waiting for jimin outside the hotel so jk turned around to look for him back in the hotel

- during bv2, when jm and jk were the last 2 to leave the plane together 

- you know what? jUST THE MANY (and i mean m a n y) INSTANCES WHERE WE SEE JK AND JM BEING THE LAST TWO TO WALK TOGETHER (I’m too lazy to screenshot I’m sorry)

- in fact, jimin himself has ever asked the qn during one of the bangtan bombs:

yea jimin…. i wonder why.

(let’s not forget that this goes both ways. the iconic: pjm waited for hours for jjk to finish his shoot)

lastly, how transparent jungkook actually is with his feelings (at least to me, he is a pretty transparent person)

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yea okay.. whats that smile for kook?

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^ iconic!!! but never forget how HAPPY he was when jimin entered his room a second time bc he thought jimin wasn’t gonna come back again and was actually disappointed

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^another important moment!!! did he really have to back hug jimin and close his eyes in a crowded place full of idols and mind you, they were actually taking a group photo. he should be posing or something but no, that isn’t his priority. his priority was embracing jimin and just… enjoying the moment. even if for just a short while.

also lbr, even if a moment was “fanservice”, does it make the moment any less…important? bc back to my first point - jk wouldn’t do something he doesn’t want/like to do

so if a moment is fanservice, i doubt jk would Do It if he actually doesn’t want to do it. 

like the 21cg choreo. it was found out thru a fansign that both jk & jm choreographed the jikook parts together. see, this is a fanservice moment BUT it is also something that they both mutually discussed it together, that they want to do together.

also back up a little, this does not mean jungkook does not respect other people’s opinion/feelings. he does. i think we have seen many instances, not just with jimin but the other hyungs too, whereby he knows his boundaries and when to stop.

one familiar e.g., when jimin lost his phone during bv1 and they wanted to do a hidden camera but jk was the first to end it and give the phone back to jimin.

honestly…i don’t know what this whole post is for. it’s just word vomit and i guess i just wanted to say how much i love jikook? and how i appreciate every little moment between them. whether it may be big or small.

tl;dr jungkook does What He Wants

(btw, these are all just my opinions and thoughts. not everyone will fully agree with me ^^)

Hey, Trans Community

Can we stop with the whole idea that medical transition is necessary to be trans?

There are kids questioning themselves. Aged 12, 13 and 14, even younger. Some kids who don’t even know what dysphoria is or how they feel about their bodies. All they know is that they are not what they were born as.

With the constant idea that trans people need to medically transition, they are pressuring themselves into something they may not even fully understand yet. Medical transition is serious and permanent.

The trans community literally blurs surgery and hormones, as though it’s just something you take and do with no risks. Surgery is still surgery, it is literally being under anaesthetic and being operated on. There are risks. Hormones change your body. It is not some game, really…it is okay to be scared, overwhelmed and not be sure about this, I mean, who wouldn’t be?

When I came out, my doctor asked me if I was going to go through hormones and surgery. I didn’t feel like this was necessary and it didn’t really cross my mind. I didn’t know I had to do this. All I knew was that I wanted to socially transition, to look male. I literally had just come out to him.

I told my doctor that I didn’t think I would ever have hormones or want surgery, all I wanted was to just dress masculine and be called male because I think I wanted to test myself out. He seemed shocked and asked me why and I said that needles and surgery terrified me.

He said he was just wondering because it was common for trans people to go through hormones and surgery, and then asked me about how I feel about my body. I said that I didn’t like it and I wanted it to be more male but with the current methods, I was at odds with what I wanted and what I was scared to go through with. I didn’t feel comfortable with it but told him that I might do when I am older. He then said that it was okay and “that’s just not what you want to do at the moment.”

He was a good doctor believe me, considering he had no knowledge on trans issues. Yet, what he said still made me feel somewhat wrong, like I wasn’t really trans. I felt like medical transition was absolutely necessary to be trans, but listen: it’s not. You are going through your own process and it takes time to understand how you feel about yourself and your body.

Just take your time and experiment with your gender expression. It’s not just waking up one day and knowing you need to go through medical transtion. That’s not how this works. It’s a gradual process, about coming to terms with yourself and what’s necessary and best for you. Don’t feel like you need to do all this to be valid. You are valid, you’re just taking your time and that is okay. If down the line you change your mind, that is okay.

anonymous asked:

Hey again (same person from before heh) your explanation was way longer and in such greater detail than I expected, and I deeply thank you for that! Now I am a true believer of JasPearl-also whenever I type JasPearl it autocorrects it to JASPEARL but I've never typed JasPearl in all caps and ye end of story

aaaahh gosh of course!!! sdfkljdslf im really happy you (and others too!) appreciate it ;;; i have a million other little theories too but it was so long already i had to cut it somewhere LOL

also totally the reason your phone is using caps is because JASPEARL NEEDS TO BE LOUD!!! BC JASPER IS ALWAYS LOUD WHEN ITS ABOUT PEARL! 

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DAY 4 OF WHUMP WEEK- Torture.

I’m actually really proud of this one? It’s a bit longer than usual, and it’s very Keith-centric even though I’m whumping Lance because hi have you met me? I’m too invested in klance. I hope you enjoy!

@elsiemcclay aka the best person to run ideas and/or titles by. thanks friendo.


A groan sounded to Keith’s left, and he looked over immediately, trying to mask his relief with a glare. “Oh, good. He finally decided to wake up.”

“Hey, how many times do I have to tell you? Beauty sleep is important.” A pause. “Where are we again?”

Pidge snorted. “Guess that general hit him harder than we thought.”

“Lance! You’re okay! I was worried— that totally knocked you out, you hadn’t moved in a while,” Hunk rambled. “Does your head hurt?”

“Like hell,” Lance said, leaning back against the wall and pressing a hand to his forehead. “But nothing too serious. Thankfully, now that I’m conscious, I remember what happened. We’ve been captured, haven’t we?”

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Screwed || Bucky Barnes

Relationship: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes had never taken a liking in you, no matter how hard you tried he always seemed to loathe you. That is until you get a little drunk and carefree leading to becoming much closer to Bucky than you ever imagined. The question is, how screwed are you?

Warnings: drinking, mentions of sex, swear words

Word Count: 1932 words

A/N: NEW SERIES WOOP WOOP I already have part two written get ready


“You coming to my party tonight?” Steve asked as you took a sip of your water, swallowing the bite of burger you’d taken.

“Is this a party party or a Steve Rogers party?” You asked, chuckling as he pursed his lips and gave you a small glare, “a Steve Rogers party, I suppose,” he said as you popped a fry into your mouth, “I’ll be there,” you smiled as he bit into his own burger.

“Who’s gonna be coming?” You asked after a few moments between the two of you, “uh well Sam, Clint, Nat, I think Wanda and Bruce are coming, but I’m not too sure on them,” he said a twinge of nervousness in his voice, “and Bucky,” he mumbled quickly before stuffing the last of his burger into his mouth.

You dropped the fry that was between your fingers, crossing your arms over your chest, “are you serious,” you said rhetorically as Steve gave you a sheepish smile, “oh c'mon he’s not a bad guy,” he tried to persuade you as you rolled your eyes.

“You know that he and I don’t get along,” you scoffed, “and you know that he’s my best friend,” Steve argued, pointing a fry towards you as you sighed knowing you were starting to be selfish. This was Steve’s party after all.

“Fine, I’m sorry,” you said as Steve grinned, “it’s all good, doll,” he said, placing his hand on yours, his thumb soothing the soft skin, “plus, I’ll make sure to have a talk with Bucky as well,” he chuckled as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Whatever you say, dad,” you mocked as he let out a laugh as you finished the last of your food. “Well, thank you for treating me to lunch, but I’ve got to get back to work,” you sighed as Steve reluctantly stood up to walk you out.

“I’ll see you tonight then,” he said as you nodded, “see you soon, Steve,” you said as he pressed a kiss to your cheek before you both went your separate ways.

You had only met Bucky a little over a year ago when Steve introduced you two at one his parties. You thought you were making a good impression since you didn’t really talk to him much that night.

What happened during that night that made him hate you was beyond you. Ever since that party he’s been nothing but rude to you and although you tried to mend whatever relationship you had with him for Steve’s sake, it just didn’t work. So now no one wanted to be alone in a room with you and Bucky.

-

You finally finished another gruelling shift at work finally being able to rip off your apron, stuff it into your locker and be done with it all.

It was only eight o'clock, so you had about an hour to get ready before you had to get to Steve’s. You decided on taking an extra long shower, since you had the time.

Forty five minutes later you were feeling pampered and ready to have some fun. You finished applying the light gloss to your lips, smiling to yourself in the mirror happy with the final result.

You grabbed your phone, a small purse and slipped on your shoes before starting the walk to Steve’s apartment.

-

Knocking on his door you balanced you the balls of your feet as you waited for him to open it, “[Y/N]!” Steve shouted as he opened the door, pulling you into a hug which you returned.

“How was work?” He asked as you toed off your shoes and hung your jacket on the coat rack, “don’t get me started,” you chuckled as he lead you into the living room where Nat and Sam were already laughing and drinking.

“Drunk already?” You playfully mocked as you fell in between Nat and Sam on the couch, Steve handing you a beer, “not quite,” Nat laughed as the four of you fell into conversation only stopping when Wanda, Bruce, and Clint joined.

By nine thirty everyone was having a good time with each other as you all caught up and reminisced. You were having a blast not even thinking about how you were supposed to be civil with Bucky, who had yet to make an appearance.

“Does anyone want another beer?” You asked standing from the couch, “grab me one will ya’,” Sam asked as you nodded, heading off towards the kitchen, “wait grab me one too!” You head Nat’s voice, whipping your head in her direction.

“Will d-,” you weren’t able to finish your sentence as you bumped into something, groaning at the contact, “watch where you’re going,” a familiar voice grunted as you looked up to meet a very annoyed looking Bucky.

You rolled your eyes, not having the energy to deal with him deciding that walking away would be the best decision, “an apology would be nice,” you heard him yell as you walked to the fridge. Scoffing, you simply raised your middle finger in the air as you grabbed two beers, not bothering to look at him.

You brushed past him not wanting to look or talk to him, but his arm gripped your elbow stopping you, “be civil,” you growled not breaking your gaze as he clenched his jaw, “fine,” he snarled, letting go of your elbow and following you into the living room.

You could feel the glare Bucky gave you the entire night. It didn’t matter what you did, hell you even met his glares a couple times but that did nothing but make him clench his drink and jaw even harder.

“Looks like Buck’s got an eye for you,” Nat snorted as she plopped her tipsy self on the couch beside you, “probably cause he wants to kill me,” you snickered before taking another swing of your beer.

“Oh please, there’s so much sexual tension between you two,” Nat smirked as you rolled your eyes, “you wish,” you said before you finally managed to steer the conversation away from you and Bucky.

As much as you wanted to listen to what Nat and Clint were talking about you just couldn’t get the thought you Bucky out of your mind. Did you guys have sexual tension? Even you could admit that Bucky was attractive. He was built like a God, his sparkling blue eyes complimented his skin tone and his brunette locks. He was what everyone looked for in a man, yet his personality ruined it all for you.

As the night went on everyone got progressively more drunk, leaving you giggling at every little thing and getting particularly more touchy with everyone. Everyone.

“Have you been working out lately?” You giggled as you squeezed Steve’s bicep as his arm snaked around your waist to hold you closer. You could smell the liquor on his breath as let out a chuckle, “maybe I have been, doll,” he whispered in your ear as you giggled.

You glanced over his shoulder only to be met with Bucky’s stare, his jaw clenched impossibly tight, pupils blown with little blue left in his eyes. He took your breath away. You didn’t know if it was the alcohol flowing through your veins or the way his tongue darted across his plump lips.

“Sorry Stevie, gotta go to the little lady’s room,” you excused yourself as he nodded, winking at you as you sauntered across the room, nearing Bucky.

Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you smirked brushing past his crotch not saying a word but hearing the groan bubble from his chest.

You smirked to yourself hoping he got the message as you made your way down the small corridors, the music slowly becoming more muted before you stopped at the bathroom door.

You closed your eyes as you leaned your hot body against the cool wood of the door sighing to try and calm your beating heart.

You gasped, your eyes snapping open when you felt Bucky’s body pressed against yours, a small growl coming from his lips, “you’ve been teasing me all night doll,” he whispered in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Mmm,” you moaned in response, lavishing at the feeling of his body pressed against yours, “I haven’t done a thing,” you smirked as he let out a dry laugh, “I beg to differ,” he growled pressing his clothed erection into your hip, making you gasp.

James,” you moaned involuntarily as his lips began nipping at your neck, finding the sensitive spot below your ear making you moan out again.

“Not here,” you whispered in a hoarse voice, smirking as you led him into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind you.


You groaned as you peeled your eyes open, covering your entire face with your arms as you tried to sit up and gather your bearings. You were clearly much more drunk than you thought.

Sitting up you let out another groan as your eyes adjusted to the light, okay you were at Steve’s still and currently on his couch.

You stood up looking around to see no one else in the living room on the couches with you. Assuming they all went home you padded your way over to Steve’s room.

“Stevie?” You whispered as you creaked his door open, “ya in here?” You asked only to find him snoring on top of the bed, still fully clothed. You laughed to yourself, closing the door before making your way into the kitchen in hopes of finding some coffee and painkillers.

“Mornin’ gorgeous,” you let out a yelp when you heard Bucky, turning to see him leaning against the frame of the door, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Don’t call me that,” you scoffed grabbing a glass of water before downing two painkillers, grabbing a glass and two more for Steve.

“After last night I think I can call you that, doll,” he chuckled as you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but still walked around him to Steve’s room, him hot on your heels.

“You’re out of your mind,” you chuckled nervously as you entered Steve’s room again, placing the water and painkillers on the nightstand before joining Bucky in the hall again.

He raised an eyebrow, “are you trying to tell me you don’t remember what we did last night?” He asked, almost surprised as your eyes blew wide, nearly popping out of your head.

“No,” you said, “no, no, no, no,” you rushed out grabbing your head in your hands, tugging at your hair, “tell me you’re joking,” you begged as you walked into the kitchen, steading yourself on the island.

“What can I say,” he shrugged his shoulders as he folded his muscular arms over his equally muscular chest, “I hate you,” you growled as memories from last night came flooding back to you.

You remember the looks he was giving you all night. You remember drinking, a lot. You remember flirting with Steve. You remember luring Bucky to the bathroom and oh God you remember what he did to you.

You remember him taking you against the counter, relentlessly pounding into you as you raked your nails down his back and through his hair, chanting his name like a mantra.

“Thank me later, doll,” he winked at you as you gave him a glare, but couldn’t help the warm feeling at the bottom of your stomach as he spoke those words, remembering what he did and felt like.

Bucky Barnes had fucked you better than anyone else, and now you were screwed.


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Remember when Hinata and Kageyama called each other “Tobi” and “Shou” and we all died


The first time they meet—in middle school, in a hallway next to the bathroom of the gymnasium—they don’t know each others’ names.

And they don’t learn them, not even after two quick games where neither of them really wins anything.

Not the King of the Court, who still can’t sense the widening rift between him and the team on his side of the net, because he’s too focused—on the game, on his tosses, on the other side’s smallest player, the one with so much wasted potential. So he thinks.

And the Small Giant hopeful, he doesn’t have enough time. Not time enough to stay on the court he’d always dreamed of, nor to learn the name of the one blocking his path.

They don’t understand one another. They move on.


They come back together.

Not by choice… when they see each other again at Karasuno, there is no feeling of kinship, only irritation. But the captains have the roster, and their names, and so they are finally introduced.

They really can’t stand each other.

Kageyama is dumb and oblivious, and wildly reassured of his own abilities. He has yet to learn that there are multiple people on a team for a reason. He’s a bastard, Hinata says, he’s my rival.

Hinata is less oblivious but just as dumb, and has no idea what to do with a volleyball, which puts an expression of permanent constipation on Kageyama’s face. Hinata wants to do everything right now. He’s a dumbass, Kageyama says, I won’t ever toss to him.

Then he does.

They remain rivals, but become partners, too.


They discover, much to their shock, that it’s occasionally very difficult not to become friends with the one person who knows them best.

It takes three years of high school for them to crumble and admit it during one incredibly embarrassing conversation shortly before Nationals that they will never tell anyone about, ever. They’re both fairly sure no one they know has ever had to make a dramatic friendship confession and would not understand. Really, this is why they are friends.

But in the interim, changes become a necessity. After spending so much time at the Hinata household, it becomes natural for Kageyama to call Shouyou by his first name… just because the alternative is confusing both him and his sister whenever Kageyama wants to talk to one of them. That’s the only reason.

And Hinata finds himself strangely obsessed with the way Kageyama’s ears and the back of his neck turn very pink when Hinata calls him by his first name, so he just keeps doing it, after the first time. Eventually, Kageyama gets used to it, and the blushing and stumbling over all his words for several minutes stops; but the fact that he is used to it becomes kind of nice, too. Only Hinata calls him Tobio.

Only Hinata has ever tried to hold Kageyama’s hand and kiss him on the walk home from school in their third year (and succeeded).

They are friends, plus a little bit more.


Sometimes a little bit more becomes a lot.

Being on the same side of the net becomes being on the same side, always, even when they fight. Even when they make each other angry. Being rivals aiming for the world stage becomes a long journey in each others’ company. And being invincible becomes being in…

…bed together as late as possible on sleepy mornings when they don’t have practice, or aren’t traveling with the national team. Hinata always ends up taking up most of the space in the bed despite being so much smaller, unless he’s wrapped every possible limb around Kageyama, who has learned to accept his fate.

Sometimes, there is Hinata’s nose and then entire face smashed between Kageyama’s shoulder blades, rubbing insistently until Kageyama finally mumbles, “Shou… Shou, five more minutes…”

“I’m starving.”

“I’m sleeping.”

Hinata hugs him from behind, fingers splayed under Kageyama’s shirt over his chest and stomach. Kageyama is fairly sure he’s copping a feel.

“Tobi…” Hinata whines plaintively, and Kageyama’s perpetually low reserves of “resisting Shouyou” willpower evaporate. “Make me breakfast?”

The names they call each other may have gotten shorter over the years, but it seems a good exchange, for this life they have together.