A/N: This is my first headcanon, so I hope I did okay? Not too sure how these things go. I changed it up a bit from what was requested, so hopefully they like it. Please let me know what you think, enjoy!
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Peter being an intern at Stark Tower
“Am I gonna help you with the suit, Mr. Stark?! O-Or the the Avengers suits? Oh! What abo-”
“No, you’re my assistant, meaning you don’t touch or bother me except for when I need something. ”
“Y-Yes, Mr. Stark, s-sir.
He gets bored easily and starts making friends with some of the Avengers around the tower
Except for Sam
Sam doesn’t understand why a 15 year old is already interning
Shouldn’t he be in school??? *concerned parent sam*
Plus he’s full of energy in an office building and that doesn’t go too well
He has a designated desk for himself (specifically away from anything that can be broken or messed with)
“T-This is for me? W-Wha-”
“It’s just a desk, chill out kid. Mind bringing me a cup of joe in like 20 minutes? I’ve got a meeting with a bunch of bozos and I’m going to need a pick me up.”
“O-Of course, Mr. Stark. I-I’ll get right on that!”
- But when he gets coffee for Tony, the rest of the Avengers hound him down for some too
“I’ll take a coffee with sugar and cream.” “I want a muffin, none of that whole grain shi-” “Latte with a pastry please!” “Just black coffee…” “Coffee with 6 shots of espresso, I need all the energy I can get!” and so on
Him hurriedly trying to write down their orders on a scratch piece of paper and stuffing it into his neat work pants
“O-Okay, I’ll be back s-soon!”
- Peter literally sprinting to the nearest Starbucks and the line being obnoxiously long
*silent cry* “are you kidding me?!”
Carefully maneuvering through traffic with cases full of hot coffee and bags of food
Trips over a pothole on the road, but uses his spidey reflexes to catch everything, even the stacked napkins (not in plain sight of course, duh.)
- Managing to get back to the tower in a reasonable time with sweat glistening his forehead
“I-I’m back with your o-orders!”
breathless with a exasperated expression of nervousness and glee
All the Avengers racing to get their hot coffees before everyone else
DOES ANYONE HAVE JOB INTERVIEW TIPS FOR EXTREMELY SHY AND AWKWARD PEOPLE BECAUSE AFTER
SURVIVING A PHONE INTERVIEW WITH A NICE LADY YESTERDAY THEY SELECTED MY APPLICATION AND I HAVE A FACE TO FACE INTERVIEW WITH ANOTHER PERSON IN TWO DAYS AND I’M SCARED THANK YOU
percival never cared much for gods. divine deities that people blindly placed faith in through every day life and strife, who they would pray to when times grew dark for them. his fellow human’s blind faith in something that he cannot comprehend and simply does not make intellectual sense to him never fails to make him laugh.
and so percy buries himself in his books. if people wanted to follow something blindly, let them. it wasn’t his job to judge.
i can’t decide what fic to work on next so i’m taking votes. your options are:
a drarry soulmate au where they figure it out in the middle of 2 year and the slytherins and gryffindors end up working together through the years because draco isn’t interested in being on the opposite side of the war as his soulmate
a marvel thor story where loki is the biological child of odin and laufey, and he grows up with the two of them grudgingly sharing custody, so he spends half his time on jotunheim and the other half on asgard.
a shadowhunters story where jocelyn died when clary was a little girl, and she grew up raised as a shadowhunter by luke in the downworld, unknown by the institute. luke relies on magnus to keep clary safe, who in turn relies on raphael. so clary is a shadowhunter raised by the leaders of the downworld.
(but what about your wips! i can hear you crying. do not panic. they’re all still in progress. nothing has been abandoned. It Is Okay)
I saw your post about racism in fandoms and I'm curious. Why do you consider Fury to be a good guy? I wanted to ask separately because I don't want to derail a very well made post that had an important point.
Okay so I honestly have no idea how to answer this because well…
I have no idea how people could get a reading of Fury as a “bad” guy from what we see of him in the MCU.
Like I’m not talking about the fact that any character thoroughly enmeshed in neo-imperialist government agencies like SHIELD can’t be 100% on the level, but that Fury isn’t a Loki/Kingpin/Pierce kind of character. Those are villains. They are villainous. The narrative may give the former two “good” reasons to explain why they’re the way they are but they’re still awful and murderous.
Fury isn’t any of that.
He’s not a villain.
He’s an old guy who’s seen a lot of shit, done even more, and hasn’t gotten shit to show for any of it.
Like… fandom isn’t being critical of SHIELD unless it’s about Fury. Fandom doesn’t care about “liars” unless it’s Fury doing the lying. The things that we’d write off as normal (or absolutely benign) if M in the Bond films or any number of white guys in the MCU did them, are things fandom cites for reasons not to like or trust Nick Fury.
I’m going to be honest here, I can’t make you believe Nick Fury is a good guy if you don’t think he is. I’ve been trying unsuccessfully to change the way people think of him and other Black characters for years and I mean… It’s difficult when your argument is “in the canon they’re not bad guys in any way” when people have completely opposite readings of the text.
I will say…
Ask yourself why you don’t think Nick Fury is a good guy (if you feel this way) and then look at how you conceptualize and respond to other, actual villains in the MCU and other franchises. Because a major difference between how Nick Fury is treated when you compare him to other, actual villains is that fandom likes their villains when they’re white.
Loki attempts to commit two separate genocides (because the NYC thing counts since the Chitauri would have wiped out humanity) and he’s a poor baby that has no control over his feelings and doesn’t have to because he was adopted and fandom handles that poorly.
Rumlow and the rest of Hydra are… well they’re legitimately analogous to and descendants of N@zis. What do we get from them? Hydra Trash P@rty and assorted nonsense where Hydra “isn’t really that bad”.
The glorification of white crime thing that I’ve talked about? Means that white villains will always be treated better than characters of color of any moral level.
Nick Fury is a complex character who deserves more than he’s got (and I am still holding out for the chance to write a Young Nick Fury series, y’all). In his appearances in the MCU, he’s been the head of an agency we know is complicity in all sorts of awfulness by virtue of the kind of agency it is. He’s also been a friend to Steve/Natasha, a mentor to Tony, and a force behind rooting out the corruption in the organization he was in charge of.
And all fandom sees him as is a lying liar that lies.
Give me sexting tips PLEASE I have no idea what I'm doing or what to say
Step One: Starting The Mood
usually when i want to start things up, i send my man pics. not full on nudes though, just something to tease him to get him excited. something like a lace bra/bralette or cleavage or whatever you’d like.
if you’re not comfortable with pictures, maybe get his attention by calling him daddy (or whatever name he’s into , if any) or sending sexual vine emojis (🐱💦🍑😇🤤 are my favs). hint at something sexual like sitting on his lap or something like that. if he’s not in the mood pls don’t pressure him though!!!
Step Two: What To Do When You’re Both In The Mood
tell him what you want. be freaky. get wild. tell him what position you want to be in when you do certain activities, tell him what you’d do to him (in hella detail), ask him what he’d do to you.
tell him how wet you are and how bad you want him and worship his dick or him in general. if you’re like me and submissive, beg for pictures of his dick or print or beg for him to fuck you or go down on you when you see him again. if you’re not submissive, tell him how it is. tell him you make the rules this time. tell him how you’d ride his dick and make him cum so hard his soul will have to go on vacation.
Also, this is prime time to send pictures (only if you’re comfortable!!!). i send pictures of myself in cute bralettes or sexy undies or bare things too. i send vids of playing w my own tits (that gets him hella) and some of playing with my 🐱, but that’s a really sensitive thing to do so if you’re not 110% confident with sending those then don’t!! a huge part of sexting successfully is both of you being confident and comfortable.
BONUS: Tips On Taking Pictures/Nudes
- when taking booty pics, to make it look more plump, make sure your camera is below your booty
- sitting on your feet make ya booty look bigger too
- avoid arching your back or arching too far because it’ll look dumb (no offense)
- if your face is in it, bite your lip softly or smile devilishly
- if you’re not dating/trust the person with your life i wouldn’t send nudes with your face in them. just to protect yourself. just a recommendation.
- don’t send anything you’re embarrassed of. you should feel good doing this!!
- squeezing your biceps to your side tit on both sides make your cleavage look a bit bigger
- popping one leg up and turning your backside a bit towards the mirror makes your booty look bigger too !!
i really hope this helps you (or anyone else)!! if you need anything else let me know ☀️
Ok I've wanted to write a '10 Things I Hate About You' au for a while now but have no idea how to possibly do it justice. So I'm coming to you, Dad, to see if you can possibly construct this au better than I can
okay, so the thing about this is that yurio is clearly bianca, right?? right. so what if once upon a time at padua high school in seattle (FALSE: it’s tacoma, i live less than a mile away from the school in the movie, SUCK IT), yuri plisetsky is raised in a loving but weird family who decided to name both of their sons ‘yuri,’ and the only way that they differentiate the two is by calling the older ‘yuuri’ and the younger ‘yurio,’ and in yurio’s world everything is terrible forever because he is: 1. the second yuri 2. not allowed to date until the first yuuri dates. and the first yuuri is a DWEEB.
otabek gordon levitt altin is the New Kid who instantly falls in love with yurio, but is told that yurio isn’t allowed to date until yuuri does, and yuuri likes things like eating froyo in bed alone. yuuri’s dislikes include: parties and having fun of any kind. it seems like an impossible task.
no one will date yuuri katsuki. not even if otabek tries to pay them to date yuuri katsuki.
“didn’t you hear about what happened at J.J.’s party sophomore year?” they ask, looking at otabek like he’s taking crazy pills.
“i’m new,” otabek says, which they dismiss. everyone heard about what happened at J.J.’s party sophomore year.
“well you heard about what happened last year at the prom,” they say.
“again,” otabek says, “i’m new.”
(later he says, “what the fuck did your brother do at the prom? or J.J.’s party sophomore year?” and yurio rolls his eyes and says, “fuck if i know, he probably cried and made an ass of himself like always,” because yurio spends more time trying to distance himself from the idea of who his brother is than actually getting to know him. “now explain proofs to me again, i’m going blind looking at this.”)
the only person who will date yuuri katsuki (for a price) is school playboy victor nikiforov–
(TBC, my sleeping meds are kicking in, but i wanted to post something for you lovely babies before i went to bed tonight. thank you for the prompt!!)
Hey guys, I’m so happy because it’s already 1000 followers in this blog! Thank you so much for being with me this 6 month, I hope you still like what I do, this means a lot for me.
This is a little watercolor&liner sketch of my favorite boys.
I’m not okay AU
(don’t ask what the fuck with Frank’s hair, I have no idea)
(Tell me if you want me to draw some of other ships or persons, I need any ideas)
Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to my glorious cooking channel that I share with both France and China! Since all of you guys know how great and amazing I am at cooking my dishes, a lot of you ask for me to make something unique and challenging today, and so I've decided to make Pop Tarts... this is going to be fucking horrible.
Okay, so I looked up the ingredients and stuff I need to get, and I don't have most of it, thus why I've decided to be a great friend and steal shit from Francy! Now I'm ready to bake diabetes!
I have no idea what I'm doing and cooking for once in my life- gah! Goddamit, some of the flour went on the counter! And... wait... is it supposed to look like this?? ... fuck.
man, this is a lot of stuff. Good thing I'm using France's shit or I'll lose money for making fucking rectangles.
I tried to make good-looking rectangles but they look like some unknown geometry shape. I'm trying to make them look like rectangles now and seal them... not doing great though... shit- Fuck I broke it!
Okay, now they're in the oven and I'm waiting for them to bake. It's taking so long... I can't believe I skipped lunch and bugging Greece for this disaster.
and finally they're done! They actually look pretty decent, if I say so myself! And now, to taste them! *takes a bite* ... it's so sugary... and hard... what the fuck am I eating????
heya guys, so due to my stupid Asian-ass, I don't want to waste even the most shit-tasting/looking food, so I'm leaving it in the meeting room for some poor soul to try and not die from it- hey, America's eating it...
Request: Reader is Betty/Polly little sister, they comfort Jughead after she leaves him…use Elvis “Little Sister” for inspiration….
Warnings: none. Light swearing but I’m irish so none of this is swearing to me 😂 fluff.
Pairings: Jugxreader, bettyxarchie mentioned.
A/N: Had fun writing this. I decided to not do smut in this but did leave it open to another part if that’s what ye would like.
((Messages in double brackets means it’s me speaking)). Also I don’t think I used the word Smirk(ed) in this entire fic which is an accomplishment for me.
Betty and Jughead. A pair everyone adored for their differences but I hated for the same reason.
Ever since I was small I felt strongly for Jughead but he felt strongly for no one.
That is till my blonde perfect girl next door sister took a shine to him.
It was circumstantial love i believe and was almost completely right.
Jason Blossoms murder brought them together and drove space between Jughead and I . Betty always got what she wanted, ever since we were small. I was only a year difference from her and 6 months from Jug but it seemed to make all the difference in the world.
When we were younger Betty would fall over herself after Archie, never Juggy. I could and would never understand. It was only when Archie finally addressed his feelings, or lack of, that Jughead suddenly became of interest. It broke me a little more every time I saw them together.
Of course Jug liked Betty, not many didn't….except Archie’s like of her had limits ((shady lady)).
I came home one rainy, stormy Sunday, the best type of Sundays, having just walked Vegas for the Andrews. I removed my dripping jacket and threw it on the banister knowing mom would give out to me about it later.
Betty sat on the couch facing away from me eyes on the wall.
“Umm hey Bets….Y’alright?” i asked slowly stepping into the room.
“Archie asked me out” she said still eyes on the wall. I can’t believe what I’ve just heard.
“Umm…..okay….” i have no idea how to respond.
“I said yes” she finally turned to face me, looking Betty-ish as ever.
“Umm but what ab..” i started with anger rising as she cut in.
“We….I broke it off” she smiled smally. I wanted to scream at her. How could she do that to my Jughead!
“we don’t have anything in common…without the murder and I mean Archie’s dad is still getting better so he needs me and” my turn to cut in.
“SO YOU JUST DUMPED ONE OF THE NICEST HUMANS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD TO MOVE ONTO SOME OTHER PROJECT! THESE ARE PEOPLE POL…BETTY NOT YOUR PLAY THINGS! THERE ARE WAYS TO BE THERE FOR PEOPLE WITHOUT DATING THEM WHAT DO YOU THINK I’VE BEEN DOING WITH JUGHEAD FOR SO LONG DESPITE WHAT I’VE WANTED” oops. I stormed out into the rain before she could react…or at least before I could see it.
I threw open the door of our old beat down Nissan that Betty and I shared. I flew out of the drive, much faster than I had intended to and headed in the direction of Jughead’s foster home, hoping his foster parents wouldn’t be in.
3/4s of the way there the Nissan began to give out. “NO NO NO YOU PIECE OF CRAP NOOOOO” i shouted as I banged the steering wheel and threw myself against the seat as the rain beat down on the windows. I exhaled so loud i thought I would run out of oxygen in my lungs. Screw it.
I jumped out of the car and began to walk the distance left to Jugheads. This quickly became a run as the rain came down harder than ever.
I arrived on the porch completely soaked to my skin and out of breath. Teeth chattering I knocked on the door and waited.
There was a knock at the door downstairs. Ughhhhh Bill and Laura aren’t in so I should go down and answer that….or not. I threw myself back into the bed face down not wanting to face the world today. Betty just broke my heart for Archie, something I had always expected might happen but pushed out of my head. Stupid Jughead stupid!
My phone buzzed all day since it happened. Texts from Archie and Betty with apologies. Somehow they’re not sorry enough to come to the Southside even for a little bit. Y/N was the only one to come here from riverdale for the sole purpose of seeing me.
Ah y/n, I should have just stayed hopelessly crushing on her instead. I didn’t think anything would ever happen between us and had to force my feelings away. Stupid Jughead stupid!
The knocking at the door had stopped and I rolled onto my back. Probably a cold caller. Ugh
A sudden rapid beating came to the window. I jumped to my feet to see y/ns foggy face staring back at me through the wet pane.
“y/n! What the hell you could slip and fall!” i say pulling her from the tree she climbed and into the warmth of the room.
“Oh my god you’re soaking what happened?!”
“Vegas. Rain. Betty. Anger. Cursing. Ran. Coat-less. Car. No car. Cursing. More running. More cursing. Knocking. No knocking. Cursing. Tree. Cursing. Window. You.” she hunched over saying the bare minimum as she try to catch her breath shaking. Okay… I understood most of that.
I went to the dresser and pulled out one of my long bed tshirts and a towel tossing them to her. I left the room briefly to return with cans of fizzy drink ((or soda or pop or whatever, in ireland it’s bottles of fizzy drink…or at least my part of Ireland)) and found her dropping her clothes to dry over the chair and bathroom door.
“Thanks Jug” she said taking the can and collapsing down on my bed.
I spun on my heel and fell down next to her. Both of us lied there in comfortable silence looking at the ceiling. I could feel her still shivering so moved closer while pulling the blanket over us. Silence returned after the ruffling.
“so” i replied. More silence. I already know what she’s about to say.
“you and betty….”
I exhaled deeply. Although I had known this was today’s purpose of her visit I had still held out a glimmer of hope she wouldn’t say anything. I guess I don’t know her as well as I thought to the think something so foolish.
I shut my eyes tight wanting y/n to stay but the problem go away. I begged my body not to.
Small tears ran down my face and onto the pillow. I had only cried in front of one person before that wasn’t in my family and that was the person next to me. The first time had been cause she ran off with my comic books when we were 5, the other was when mom took Jellybean and left so I ran to y/ns.
Y/N noticed the tears and caught my hand in hers. “Now Juggy I didn’t take your comic books this time so stop crying” she smiled at me with her kind beautiful eyes, I returned a small smile.
She caught my hand tighter and pulled it up and over her so her head was on my chest and my arm around her.
“yeah you’re right…besides deep down I knew I wasn’t good enough for her so I shouldn’t be surprised”
I had never seen y/n move so fast as she left my chest and sat up with such speed that it startled me.
“Don’t ever ever say that again Forsythe Pendleton Jones the III or I swear I’ll spill honey on all of your comic books! She wasn’t good enough for you! No one is and be sure of that!” she said with such confidence that I felt a little better instantly. She returned to my chest, cuddling in closer. I felt better again.
“I’m so stupid” i said again a moment later. I felt her eyes dart up to mine ready to give out to me.
“But for a different reason than….than Betty”
“i left my feelings for you be pushed down too much…” what was I doing?! What am I doing?! I just broke up with her sister and now I'm….hitting on her?
“why did you” i feel her shift slightly. Oh great I’ve made her uncomfortable and ruined the moment. Good job Jug good job.
“Yanno y/n I’ve ask myself that everyday i see you” okay who am I and what have I done with me.
She shifted again.
“when you think it’s been an appropriate amount of time…if you ever do….do you wanna ummmm…you wanna go out” i have no idea who the hell I think I am to be so brazen to ask the little sister of my….of my ex out.
“yes” wow. I can’t believe it. I really can’t believe it. I can feel myself grinning ear to ear.
“Archie asked betty out when ye were still dating” okay ouch. I don’t need to be reminded of that especially when I’m rising from the ground to cloud 9.
“And….” i try not to sound annoyed or upset at her random statement of the painful obvious.
She rolled onto her stomach before pushing up onto her knees.
“and” she repeats. I’m about to say “and” again before she bent back down and we kissed. What a great kiss. So genuine and caring. I instantly missed her as she pulled back away.
“And I think it’s been enough time” she grinned before I pulled her back down to meet my lips again, not wanting this to end.
Teehee. Let me know about any other request or if you want a smut part 2.