reality hit

Tbh it’s a little annoying when you see people obsessing over marriage like it’s all great. Marriage is hard. Don’t go into it thinking you guys are going to spend 24/7 holding hands and cuddling. You need to work to provide for yourselves, which creates a distance between the both of you. Sometimes you will only have one day a week to spend with each other, which you will probably want to spend catching up on rest. Don’t get married and plan a pregnancy years into your marriage, because you’re still ‘not ready’, the unexpected is very likely to occur.

I know, everything is so great when you first get married, when it’s all new and the both of you are exploring one another and sharing intimate details with each other, but it only takes a few months for that infatuation phase to pass, and then reality hits. You will still have rough patches, you will still have lonely nights, you will still cry and hurt, don’t expect that to leave you once you’re married.

But don’t misinterpret this, marriage is nice, it can be great, but it takes effort to build it to your liking. It takes sacrificed time and lots of energy to be there for one another and help each other through these difficult times, despite how tired you are from working a 13hr shift. It takes compassion and mercy, letting it slide because they’re tired. It’s being thoughtful, listening and communicating, understanding what they want and surprising them. It’s the little things that are so precious, when they remembered you saying you liked a certain thing and went out of their way to get it. It’s having support and an extra pair of hands. It’s loving each other, flaws and all.

When you can make the most of having the least, because you have each other. That’s marriage.

I’m an idiot. I love NU’EST and feel many emotions for them, but actual tears are rare for me. I read the letter post I wrote after him leaving… i rlly ended up crying again

ot4 is really happening… all of a sudden my heart hurts. I shouldnt have remembered the final. I’m - fuck I dont know? so happy nu’est are rising but goddamn- I love Minhyun will all my heart as well. My chest is actually hurting right now, like actual physical pain. It’s not even my asthma lmao im just so friggin upset rn. I was fine before, but now the reality just hit me that ot4 is happening. 

I fucking miss him so much

I’m gonna miss him in NU’EST so fucking much. 

So much pain I will feel for the next 1.5 years

He can’t even publically interact with Nu’est members otherwise some wannables start hating on him

Ughhh what is this. I miss him I miss him I miss him so fucking much

fuck

sometimes you need to accept that yes i may have been a little bit manipulative. yes i worded something in a specific way that would make my friend/fp/SO feel a bit guilty. yes i could have handled that situation in a much better way. yes i am wrong.

unpopular opinion: viktor isn’t depressed

he’s bipolar

like look, he definitely shows signs of depression, which the fandom has already picked up on:

  • losing enjoyment in things he once enjoyed (skating)
  • running out of inspiration— a lack of motivation
  • how miserable he looks during the first stammi vicino
  • his tendency to drink too much

Originally posted by stellar-asthtc

but there are also signs of mania:

  • sudden bursts of inspiration/creativity: there’s only three months between sochi banquet and worlds, when yuuri goes viral. yet in that short period he started and nearly finished not just one, but two amazing SPs inspired by the banquet.
  • starting things but not finishing them: of course, somewhere along the way he lost inspiration and didn’t finish either eros or agape.
  • impulsivity: packing up everything, pretty much ending his career, and flying halfway across the world to be with a guy he danced with once at a party, because of a video.
  • excitement, talking really fast: the entire “do you have feelings for minako? do you have a girlfriend? any ex-girlfriends? LET’S TALK ABOUT ME! my first girlfriend—” exchange
  • grandiosity: viktor is sometimes ridiculous and over-the-top. that’s why we love him!

Originally posted by animebigworld

so guys. listen. here’s the timeline:

  • pre-sochi (depression): he’s on a downswing. skating is losing its purpose. he’s getting older. he can’t surprise anyone anymore. he’s realising that he’s been “neglecting his life and love” for his whole life, and now he has nothing.
  • immediately post-sochi (mania): meeting yuuri triggers a manic episode. he’s in love! he’s probably waiting for yuuri to contact him and whisk him away into the sunset on a white horse! he’s inspired! he begins choreographing eros, but wait! also agape! he’s full of ideas and creativity! life seems so promising!
  • between sochi and worlds (depression): yuuri never acknowledges him. this triggers another downswing. he runs out of inspiration and is unable to finish eros and agape. he looks tired and miserable during stammi vicino. he’s forgetting important things, like his promise to choreography for yuri p.
  • post-world championships (mania): on the day of worlds, yuuri’s video goes viral. he sees it and suddenly! it’s! a message! this has to mean something! this is a message! to him! (*cough* psychosis *cough*) off he goes! he packs up everything and flies halfway across the world. he’s so excited! to learn more! about yuuri! tell me about yourself! let’s talk about me! let’s sleep together!
  • yuuri seemingly rejects him (depression): he cries himself to sleep, drinks too much, seems a little more serious. reality hits him and he’s suddenly doubting whether anything meant what he thought it meant.

but then their relationship starts to develop slowly. he starts to stabilize a little as he begins to settle into life with yuuri. he’s not so depressed about the “life and love” thing, and he’s also getting used to the unfamiliar environment. he stops swinging so intensely. china happens, then barcelona.

and now we have our sweet, content, and a lot less manic vitya ^^

Originally posted by ferids

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“I’ve always felt inferior to you guys. I’m not royalty and I’m not strong. I’m nothing, really. Unlike Gladio, I’m not good with people. The way he connects with them, he’s operating on a different level. Unlike Ignis, I’m not smart and I can’t cook to save myself. But when we hang out, it’s so much fun I forget what I’m not. Then reality hits me like a splash of cold water, and I remember that I don’t belong…but I want to.

Happy Birthday to my Prompto trash @xxlacie​! This is for you~

Astrology Milestones

Age 12 - First Jupiter Return: The ancients celebrated puberty because the biological God and Goddess of creation had been awakened and it was a sacred time in one’s life. This was recognised with jubilance and honour. Jupiter rules hormones and cultural conditioning. In modern times we shame and denigrate the phase, remarking on hormonal changes that inconvenience society, and yet we wonder why teenagers self destruct, rebel, and turn to substance. This changing biology transforms the lower body and activates the spirit, and yet we are not prepared or nurtured for this powerful change. 

Age 14 - Jupiter opposes Saturn: The resistance to authority and conditioning is activated here, along with self consciousness and the lure into danger. This is the moment a young person can typically choose between ‘indulgence, laziness, and self pleasure’ (Jupiter) in leaving school or ‘responsibility, expectation, and conforming to authority’ (Saturn) in remaining in school or focusing on the future. The karmic lesson is revealed around this period. We face intimidating figures of authority, often threatening with ‘what until you’re in the real world’ shaking confidence even more 

Age 21 - Uranus squares natal Uranus: 21 is the age globally recognised as completed transition into adulthood. This period indicates self expression and experimentation, a time for tattoos and lilac hair and inspiration. It’s a favourable time for sparking people’s interest in astrology. Political activity, protest, and rebellion can begin around here. Cosmically, this is a time where people learn a lot about themselves and generate good self awareness, they start to feel wholly in their body, or as if fogginess has dissolved 

Age 28-30 - First Saturn Return: Everything you have built until this point is under threat. Saturn writes his first report card, and it will rely on how intimate and satisfactory you have been in facilitating Saturn’s condition in the natal chart. This is the biggest overhaul we experience on a physical/mental level, when the anchor of the chart completes transit and writes a new criteria. We are given 29 years because the reading material and substance is so profound. Harsh reality hits with shattering force. It’s time to become an adult. 

-C.

The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by syeons

Genre: romance/fluff
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 12203 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 /PART 6


THE FIRST TIME YOU KISSED

“You tell me Y/N, do you want this?” he brushes his thumb over your cheek “Do you want to kiss me?”

Before you could ever give your response to him, reality hits the shameless boy like a train. What was he thinking when he asked you such a question? His sudden tendency to take your feelings for granted by working his moves on you, wasn’t how he ever wanted it to be. He was curious and quite greedy about having the chance to win your first kiss. Was it still like a competition for him? Was he toying with you or was he being serious?

Jungkook was your best friend and his intentions were never ill to begin with. You knew from day one, when he held your hand and decided to be your friend back then in kindergarten, that he was anything but harmful. You were well aware of the fact that he could be trusted, and all these years of friendship proved that he was a keeper. Maybe you could trust him? But what would it change? Only jungkook had the answers and decisions to take in this very moment, yet he suddenly stepped away from you

What am I doing, right now? Jungkook would suddenly ask himself as he eyed your lips up-close for the first time in his life

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stargazer606  asked:

Can you RFA gang being left alone with their new baby for the first time. Like MC had to go grab diapers or something and they are alone with the baby for the first tine

◉ Yoosung 

  • For a while he just watched the baby sleeping
  • He leaned over the crib and contemplated touching the babies little feet
  • But he didn’t want to disturb the infants sleep
  • It was odd for him to be the only one home
  • He wasn’t exactly worried…
  • But it was just strange to think that you weren’t there if he needed help
  • Eventually he got on LOLOL while he waited for you and the baby napped
  • He was in the middle of playing when he heard soft cries coming from the crib
  • It took him a second to remember that you weren’t home
  • Freaked out and jumped up to get the baby
    • “Awww…are we hungry little guy?”
  • He picked him up so delicately and held him in his arms
  • Grabbed a bottle from the fridge and prepared it while rocking the baby
    • “Wanna watch daddy beat some monsters while you eat?” he smiled, “your dad is so good, he can play with one hand!”
  • He felt pretty proud of himself and his multitasking abilities
  • Explained everything he was doing in the game
  • Every now and then he’d stop to give a light kiss to the babies head
  • And he laughed when he got excited at defeating a monster and the baby smiled
    • “Oh! You like that? No one can beat your dad!”
  • He was just about to stop playing when you came home
    • “Oh, he’s awake? How is everything?” you asked
    • “Great, honey. He just ate…and I think he likes watching me play”
  • You laughed as you brought your bags inside
    • “Now don’t start using the baby as an excuse to get online.”
    • “No! He laughed I swear!” he gave you a kiss

◉ Jumin

  • He’s not worried at all when you have to leave and fetch diapers
  • After all, he’s Jumin Han
  • He can handle anything
  • He’s feeling pretty confident until the baby starts crying
  • He holds her at eye level
    • “Now, what’s the matter…”
  • Right, she can’t talk
    • “You’ve just eaten…so you can’t be hungry…”
  • He checks her diaper, but it’s dry
    • “Now, how did MC do this?”
  • He holds her to his chest and starts to pat her back
  • Thinking maybe she needs to burp?
  • After several minutes of her still crying he is starting to get worried
  • He doesn’t want MC to come back and think he can’t handle his child
  • As he begins to rock her he hums a little bit
  • To his surprise she starts to quiet down and relax
    • “Oh? You like that?”
  • He puts on some soft opera music and hums along for her
  • Pretty soon her eyes are closing and she drifts off to sleep
  • Just as you come home
  • You can hear him humming as you creep into the bedroom
  • You smile wide
  • And see him laying her down gently in the crib
  • He closes the door behind you both and silently follows you back to the main room
    • “How was she?” you smile
    • “Just fine, perfect as always,” he kisses you

◉ Zen

  • Ummm…wait, what?
  • Okay he is a little panicky
  • It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but he is scared of doing something wrong
  • Has you show where everything is like 5 times
    • “Zen, babe, you know what to do. Stop psyching yourself out,” you laugh
    • “You’re right…I’m sorry,” he takes a deep breath and holds the baby
  • Watches as you leave the apartment
  • Stares down at the baby in his arms for a while and smiles at how cute she is
  • He doesn’t know what to do at first
    • “Wanna help me run some lines?”
  • Sits with her on the couch and reads from his script
    • “I’ve listened to your lies for the last time, Rebecca!” he reads
  • The baby smiles and coos a little laugh
    • “No, you’re supposed to be upset you little cutie. Don’t worry, we have plenty of time to practice,” he kisses her forehead
  • She’s making little faces and he can’t help but take out his phone
    • “Mommy will want to see this!”
  • He’s taking selfies and short videos and sending them to you
    • “Me and the little actress in training are having a good time! Miss you!”
  • When she falls asleep he doesn’t want to put her down
  • Finally you come home and see them quietly sitting together, her nestled in his arms
    • “Why don’t you put her in her crib?” you say sweetly as you place a hand on his shoulder
  • He’s looking down on her and running a finger on her cheek
    • “I will…in a minute,” he smiles

◉ Jaehee

  • She’s got this honestly 
  • She has the babies whole schedule planned out
  • Feeding and nap times
  • She knows approximately how many diapers you guys go through in a day etc
  • She is supermom
  • And she urges you to go out and get some time for yourself
    • “Bring me back a pastry and a coffee from the cafe, please,” she smiles and calls to you as you leave the apartment
  • Plays her favorite Zen musical on the television while she rocks the baby
    • “This is the best number,” she whispers
  • Sings along to it
  • And the baby smiles
  • She’d never let anyone else hear her singing, though
  • Dances a bit while she rocks the baby
    • “I’ll take you to all of the shows you want when you get a little older. Maybe you’ll be an actor like Zen! Oh, but you don’t have to. You can be anything you want and I’ll still love you”
  • She almost lost track of time and rushes to get a bottle prepared
  • Just as it is warm enough he starts to get fussy
    • “I know, I know, here you go baby”
  • Her favorite thing is feeding him
  • Well, almost favorite thing
  • She loves when he falls asleep after eating
  • Which he always does
  • She places his sleeping frame gently in the crib
  • And presses a finger to her lips to let you know that you need to be quiet as you enter the apartment once again
    • “Your coffee and pastry as requested,” you whisper and hand them to her
    • “Thank you so much, I really needed this,” she sighs and gives you a quick kiss before taking a sip

◉ Saeyoung

  • It’s all fun and games until the reality hits that he’s alone with a tiny human that needs him
  • He’s read enough book and articles on the internet to take care of his own child
  • Sighs and reassures himself
  • Places her in his sling as he makes her a bottle
  • He LOVES baby wearing
  • Keeps his hands free
  • So nervous that he’s acting like he’s never made a bottle before in his life
  • Testing the heat on his skin over and over because he’s worried it might be just a little too warm
  • Finally it’s good enough and he sits down to feed her
    • “You have milk, daddy has chips!”
  • Pops a few HBC in his mouth
  • Drops a couple crumbs on her
    • “Whoops!” wipes them off, “don’t tell mommy” >.>….
  • Notices she looks a little weird
    • “What’s that face? You can’t have any chips yet you don’t have teeth”
  • Takes the bottle from her and starts to pat her back for a burp
  • And she spits up all over him
    • “Noooo! My hoodie!” T_T
  • Okay but he laughs a little
  • Takes it off and throws it in the wash
    • “You’re the first and hopefully the last girl to ever puke on me…you’re lucky you’re cute”
  • Grabs a book and holds her in the rocking chair
    • “I know you’re little, but I think you’ll like this story”
  • Reads to her until she falls asleep
  • And even he is dozing off a bit when you come home
  • You take her from him and put her in the crib
    • “Where is your hoodie?” you ask when you notice he isn’t wearing it
    • “She destroyed it,” he cries
  • You just laugh and laugh
    • “I wish I could have been here to see that,” you kiss him
    • “It’s not funny!” he pouts
Crushed Love - Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

MASTER LIST

WARNINGS: SLIGHT CURSING, MENTIONS OF DEATH, VIOLENCE

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SPIDERMAN HOMECOMING, BUT NOTHING TOO DRASTIC

Peter’s P.O.V.

“Wait, does Y/N know?” Ned asked, as we sat in my room, planning what we were going go wear for homecoming.

“No. And she never will.”

“Why not, she’s your best friend, well, second best,” Ned said the last part with a wink, causing me to roll my eyes.

“I’m serious.” Ned pushed. “Ned, no. Alright? If she knew, she could get hurt, and if she got hurt I’d never be able to live with myself. So please, just don’t say anything.”

I winced at just the thought of her getting hurt.

“Alright, alright. But I can’t promise I won’t tell her how you feel,” Ned said dragging out the last word in a sing-song voice.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to pretend like I was oblivious to what he was talking about.

Ned rolled his eyes, “Please, it’s obvious you like her. I don’t know why you asked Liz to the dance, Y/N would’ve said yes.”

“I don’t like her Ned.”

He rolled his eyes, “Seriously, you trust me with knowing that you’re the Spider-Man, but not with your crush?”

I looked down at my feet and crossed my arms, knowing he was right. “I don’t like her… I love her,” I mumbled.

“Then tell her! The dance would be a perfect time dude!” Ned practically yelled, slapping me arm.

“I don’t know Ned, what if she doesn’t-”

“Trust me. She does.” Ned said, before going back to whatever he was doing on his phone.

I let out a sigh, maybe Ned was right.

-TIME SKIP-

“Liz, why don’t you go in, I’m gonna give Peter the dad talk,” Liz’s dad said with a wink. My heart dropped into my stomach.

Liz rolled her eyes, “Don’t let him scare you too much,” she said before getting out of the car.

Vulture was talking, but I could barely focus on a word he was saying, truth be told I was terrifying.

“As long as you stay out of my way, we’ll be good,” He said with a smile. I nodded, and reached for the door handle.

“Oh, and Peter, one more thing. Make one wrong move, and I won’t hesitate to kill her,” He said. I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on Y/N.

She was wearing a gorgeous long red dress that hugged every curve perfectly. Her hair was down and her smile was as vibrant as ever.

My heart stopped and my face went pale, “Yeah, I know about her.” He said in a taunting voice.

There was an audible click, signaling the door had been unlocked. I slowly climbed out of the car.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion as I approached Y/N and the doors. “Peter? What’s wrong?” She asked, stopping me, placing her hands on my shoulders.

Her eyes sparkled as they looked into mine. Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around her in a hug. “You need to go home, it’s not safe.” I whispered, my heart still racing.

She looked at me with a confused expression, “Peter what are you talking about?”

“Just, trust me, alright?” I said, in a dead serious tone. Before she could answer I ran inside, knowing that tonight, I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the dance, or confess my feelings to Y/N.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I stood there in awe as Peter ran into the school. His last words echoing in my head. Why wouldn’t I be safe?

“Y/N? Are you ready?” My best friend asked. I shook my head, “You guys go, I need a minute,” I said, waving my friends inside, leaving me the only one outside.

I rubbed my arms as a cool breeze sent chills throughout my body. I grew uneasy, thinking of what Peter said about being safe.

All of a sudden, I felt a gloved hand cover my mouth and another wrap around my waist, roughly pulling me backwards as I struggled against my captor.

“I don’t usually do this, but you know what they say about desperate times,” A voice whispered into my ear, before a sharp pain exploded in my temple, and darkness slowly consumed my vision.

Peter’s P.O.V.

I walked into the empty warehouse, seeing nothing but Vulture and a metal table.

“It’s over,” I said, my voice shaking slightly.

“Is it?” Vulture questioned before letting out a loud whistle. It was then that a man came out from hiding, pushing a girl in a long red dress in front of him.

The girl wad thrown to the floor by the force of the man. It didn’t take me long to realise who the girl was.

“Let her go!” I yelled as I began to run towards Y/N. But Vulture walked over and pulled her up by her hair, putting an Alien looking gun to her head, causing me to stop in my tracks.

Y/N let out a whimper, “Please, please don’t.” She begged, tears streaming down her face.

“She’s just an innocent citizen, she has nothing to do with this,” I said, still trying to hide my real identity from her.

“Now, now, there’s no need to act like a stranger. Why don’t you just tell the girl…” Vulture smirked before finishing his sentence with one last word, “… Peter.”

This caused Y/N to go still. “Take the mask off,” Vulture said. I stood frozen, staring at him, “Take it off!” He yelled, pressing the gun harder agasint Y/N’s head.

“Okay! Okay! Stop it, just don’t hurt her. Please.” I said, before slowly removing my mask, not being able to look Y/N in the eye.

“Peter-” Y/N started, but was interrupted by a loud crash, caused by vulture’s metal wings bursting through the ceiling and flying around the room recklessly.

“You missed,” I said, as I ducked out of the path of the wings. Vulture smirked as he threw Y/N to the ground, “Did I? Cause my distraction seemed to work.”

The wings flew around one more time, crashing into the concrete beams that held the building, before they attached to him, and taking him to safety, leaving Y/N and I.

The roof began to cave in, “Y/N!” I yelled, trying to run to her, but I was suddenly pinned down by massive blocks of concrete. Y/N’s screams echoed through the air.

“Please! Somebody. Help!” I yelled out, unable to move. “PLEASE! We’re stuck!” I screamed even louder, but I knew it was no use.

But what scared me the most was the fact that Y/N wasn’t screaming anymore. In fact, she made no effort to call out, leaving me to infer the worst.

“Y/N! Y/N! NO, PLEASE NO!” I screamed, shredding my throat. “SAY SOMETHING, PLEASE! Please.” I whispered the last word, my voice cracking and tears beginning to spill down my cheeks.

Sobs racked my body. I had to get out of here. I struggled against the concrete blocks, but each time I ended up failing.

I let out a frustrated scream that mixed with a sob. I looked down in defeat, seeing my mask floating in a puddle of water, my reflection staring back at me.

‘If youre nothing without this suit, then you shouldn’t have it.’

Those words echoed in my head, and in that moment I realised Mr. Stark was right. I gave it one last trying, and slowly but surely, I was able to lift the concrete and free myself.

As soon as I was free and climbed over the debris to where I last saw Y/N and began digging through.

Her body laid lifeless just beneath the rubble, a gash on her head allowed blood to flow freely onto the floor, and her left leg was pinned beneath a slab of concrete.

I swiftly freed her, picking up her limp body, and bringing her to a clearing.

I gently laid her down, kneeling beside her and leaned my head down, pressing my ear against her chest. A faint heart beat just barely audible.

I cupped her face with my hands, “No. No. Y/N Please, please wake up.” I begged, as tears ran down my face.

Violent sobs racked through my body, “Come on, please. PLEASE!” I screamed the last word, only to be cut off by another sob.

“Please, I can’t do this without you, I love you, Y/N, please you can’t leave me . I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“Please just wake up,” I barely got out, before erupting into another violent fit of sobs.

“Please,” I choked out, my voice breaking. It felt as if my heart had been crushed, I felt numb and empty.

“AHH!” I screamed, my fists clenched, and my body shaking. “GODDAMNIT!” I pounded on the ground with my fists, my knuckles growing bloody under my gloves, the fabric tearing.

I turned back to Y/N with nothing but guilt and sadness, this was my fault. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered as I pulled her into my lap and cradled her in my arms.

I placed a soft kiss to her forehead, my tears landing on her pale skin. I ran my thumb over her lips, stopping for a second when I felt something impossible. There was a small tingle of air just brushing my fingers. She was breathing.

“Y/N?” I said, shocked.

Within seconds her eyes magically fluttered open. “Peter?” Was all she said. But that was all she needed to say for me to break and pull her into my chest, letting myself cry without shame.

“I thought I lost you,” I whispered. Y/N let out a whimper and hugged me tighter, her fist tighly gripping the fabric of my suit. Her body shook as she choked back a sob.

“It’s okay, you’re okay, ” I whispered, trying to calm her, though it was more of an attempt to reassure myself that she was in fact ‘okay.’

“Peter, he- he said he was gonna kill me, and-” A wrangled sob escaped her body and cut her sentence short.

“Shh, I know, it’s okay, I’ve got you, You’re safe, no one is gonna hurt you ever again,” I said as I pulled away from the hug, cupping her face, keeping her eyes locked with mine.

I stared into her beautiful Y/E/C eyes, tears still finding there way down her cheeks. “You scared the shit out of me,” I said, before closing the distance between out lips.

We shared a long, passionate kiss, only breaking for air. “I love you so much, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I whispered, smoothing the hair out of her face. “I’m sorry I never told you before, the thought of you dying before I could tell you- god it was unbearable.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around me again, clinging to me, “I love you too, Peter.”

We sat there just holding each other for a few seconds before the sad realization of reality hit me. “I have to go,” I whispered, causing her to look at me. “What?”

“Vulture, he’s about to rob Mr. Stark’s plane, I have to stop him.”

She shook her head, “No. No, Peter you can’t.”

I cupped her face with my hands and stared into her eyes, “I have to.”

Tears began to leak from her eyes, “Please be careful, promise me.” I nodded, before leaning in and placing my lips on hers once more, “I promise.”

I took my phone out of my pocket, which had surprisingly only sustained a few cracks in the screen and placed it in Y/N’s hand. “Call Mr. Stark, tell him what happened. Everything is going to be okay. I love you so much.”

And with that, I was off, more eager than ever to make Vulture pay for what he did.

-TIME SKIP-

Right after the fight with Vulture, I hurried to where I had last left Y/N. She was no longer there, instead, someone else was.

“Happy?” I said as I walked towards him. “Hey kid, you look like shit,” he said, his tone was proud and playful, which was a change from his usual annoyed and angry tone.

“Where is she? Is she okay?” I asked, in a panic.

Happy smiled, “She’s all right, Mr. Stark brought her to the new Avengers facility to be treated.”

I sighed in relief, “Can I see her?”

Happy nodded, “Come on, I’ll take you,” he said as he led me to his car. The drive there was silent and considerably long. Happy tried to make small talk, but I was too on edge from tonight’s events to talk.

The new Avengers facility was large and unbelievable. I would have loved to sit there and just stare at it, but I had more important things to do.

Mr. Stark greeted me at the door, “Hey kid, you did good tonight, I’m proud of you.”

“Where is she?” I said completely ignoring his compliment. “Come on,” Mr. Stark said, slinging his arm around my shoulder and walking me to where Y/N was.

She sat up right on a bed, a nurse tending to her wounds. She kept her gaze down, but I could still see that her cheeks were stained with tears and her eyes were red and watery.

Mr. Stark cleared his throat, causing the nurse and Y/N to look up in our direction.

Y/N’s eyes widened. “Peter!” She yelled as she jumped off the bed and ran to me, throwing her arms around my neck, burying her face in my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waste and rest my chin on the top of her head.

“You’re alive, you’re alive,” she kept mumbling as if she couldn’t believe it. Her tears stained the front of my suit which I still had on.

She leaned back a bit and looked at me, “Oh my god, Peter,” she gasped, her fingers lightly tracing the injuries on my face. “What happened to you?”

“Hey, don’t worry about me alright? I’m okay.” I reassured her. She didn’t say anything, she simply wrapped her arms around me and brought me back into a hug.

We stayed like that for a few minutes before she whispered into my ear, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t need to be sucked into all of this, you were never supposed get hurt, none of this was supposed to happen. I’m so sorry,” I said, attempting to hold back tears.

Y/N let go from the hug and placed her hand on my cheek, I leaned in to her touch.

“This isn’t your fault Peter, no matter what I will always be by your side, I’m your best friend-”

“No. No, you are so much more than that to me, which is why I couldn’t put you into danger by telling you. I love you too much.”

Y/N stared at me for a few seconds before placing her other hand on my other cheek, and bringing my face down to meet hers. When our lips connected I could feel my heart instantly begin to race.

“I love you too, Peter,” She mumbled against my lips, “And I always will, no matter what.”

Fire (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: Hey y'all! This was sent in by the lovely anon who requested some hardcore angry sex. I kinda changed it up a lil bit because the original one i wrote I lost cuz I didn’t save it and I couldn’t get on tumblr to re look at the request! 😭 but I hope you like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤


Request: I’m begging you, full out on my knees, to make a smutty bucky one-shot that is just total hate sex. Like him and the reader just dont get along, she thinks hes too brooding and a total try hard, and he thinks shes a pampered bitch. and then one night when theyre fighting just BAM! hate sex but then they realize they actually like each other but none of them will admit it ;)) (there can be a part two, if you want, maybe,) I love your writing

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“Are you fucking serious, Barnes?” you spat as you both entered the quinjet.

This was the third time in the last month he’s jeopardized a mission. The last two were purely out of spite, just to get a reaction out of you. But this time, he almost got you killed as well. To say the both of you disliked each other was a serious understatement. You fucking despised each other with a fiery passion and everyone knew it. You two were polar opposites.

When Bucky got into his little mood swings, he expected you to just shut your mouth and take it. After all, that’s what he was used to with Steve. But you weren’t anything like Steve. Not at all. You were extremely outspoken, you spoke your mind whenever and however you wanted. You weren’t anybody’s trained monkey, especially not his. So of course, when he realized you had zero amount of chill in you, all it did was piss him off even more and fuel the fire between you two.

“For fucks sake, Y/N,” he spat back just as bitterly. “Just shut your mouth for once!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. You honestly didn’t understand his logic. So, you were supposed to just sit quiet while he screwed this entire operation up? No fucking way.

“I know you’re probably used to getting your way,” you bickered, sitting in the pilot seat and flicking on the many switches. “But I’m not everybody else.”

All though you couldn’t see him, you could tell your words hit home. The subtle rumbling of the quinjet was the only audible thing as it lifted from the ground. You, being the pilot and all, kept your focus on keeping the jet in the air. But all that went to shit as soon as you heard him say something under his breath.

“Excuse me?” you spun around in the chair.

“I said you really need to get laid. That’s probably why you’re such a bitch all the time.”

You usually had excellent composure when it came to problematic people like him, but that was your last straw. Standing up, you walked over towards him and smacked him straight across the face.

His head jolted to the side from the force. Slowly, you could see a little red handprint right where the spot was.His eyes widened at first and you immediately regretted hitting him. Reality started hitting you like a brick wall. Bucky was twice your size, not in height though. You were only two or three inches shorter, but when it came to muscle mass, he was a fucking beast.
And you just had to go and awaken it, didn’t you?

“I-I’m sorry!” you squeaked, backing away from him slowly.

He was completely silent, and that sent chills down your spine. He stepped forward, stalking towards you. His blue eyes were much darker than before, which wasn’t a good sign at all. Oh god, what if you somehow managed to send him straight into Winter Soldier mode? If that happened, there was no way on earth you’d be able to fight him off.

Your instincts finally kicked in, screaming at you to run towards the rear of the jet, which held most of the weaponry. It wasn’t the brightest idea but what else was there? You were in midair! Without another thought, you tried to slip past him.

And boy were you wrong.

With ease, Bucky’s metal and wrapped around your throat and slammed you into the wall of the quinjet. You let out a frightened squeak. He placed his flesh hand around your chin harshly, digging into the flesh. You kicked your legs, trying to at least knee him in the crotch. Nat always said that was the best defense in those situations.

Before you could do it, you felt Bucky’s lips on yours.

You went completely frozen.

You expected to be stabbed to death, certainly not this. As fucked up as it was, you couldn’t help but acknowledge how nice his lips felt against your trembling ones. His lips moved against yours expertly, his tongue running along your bottom lip. You didn’t mean to, but a small moan escaped your lips. He pressed his body into yours, easing himself between your legs.

It’s as if he could tell you were enjoying yourself. He pulled away far too soon, smirking down at your smaller self with triumph. Oh, you hated him so much.

“See?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re already a much more pleasant person and we’ve only gotten to first base.”
You wiggled in his grasp, earning nothing but an amused chuckle from him. As humiliating as it was, you were so turned on. You could feel the wetness inside your cat suit and you desperately wished it would go away.

“I hate you,” you frowned, much to Bucky’s dismay.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N.” he says, leaning in between your legs and pressing kisses along your throat. You gasped, throwing your head back. “I dislike you sometimes,” He sucked harshly on the piece of flesh just below your ear, earning a cry of pleasure from you.

“But. I. Don’t. Fucking. Hate. You.” he thrusted his hips against yours after each word, causing your breaths to stutter.

With a small, submissive moan, you spread your legs wider for him. You could feel him grin into your neck. He was enjoying this so much. With another roll of his hips, you felt your orgasm growing nearer. You let out little pants, moving your hips against his much harder. Bucky’s erection pressed against your heat, giving you a sweet mental image of how big he was.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your orgasm neared. “Please…I’m…I’m gonna-“

The next thing you know, Bucky’s hand released its grip on your throat. Instead, his hand went straight for your ponytail, twisting it painfully. You let out cry, reaching your hands behind your head to free yourself. He practically dragged you away from the wall, all the way until you were facing the large window of the quinjet windshield.

Bucky’s flesh hand slid down to your lower back and gave you a harsh push. Losing your balance, you felt your front collide with the dashboard, your suit pressing against the many buttons. You winced at the feeling of the buttons pressing into your torso. There was no doubt, you were going to have a dozen little triangular shaped bruises tomorrow.

Bucky’s hand gripped the zipper of your suit and slowly tugged it down. You felt the material separate down your body, leaving you exposed. His hand traced down your spine gently, taking in the feel of your feverish skin. With a groan, you rocked your behind back into his crotch. He hissed, grabbing the unzipped material and pulling it from your body, leaving you in only your underwear.

“Fuck…” you heard him whisper under his breath. His hand traced the curve of your ass gently, feeling the soft skin in his hands. He pinched it harshly, earning a cry from you. Bucky traced the waistband of your underwear, pulling it back from your body and snapping it back onto your skin.

“Bucky,” you moaned. “Please fuck me.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded anymore. You wanted him inside you so fucking bad and all he did was tease you. It was so unfair.

“You gotta ask nicely, sweetheart.” He cooed, hooking his finger underneath the waist band of your underwear and tugging them down your thighs. You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the shuffling of his pants coming off. You saw his jacket and shirt being tossed onto the pilot chair near you.

“Please, Bucky,” you tried to sound as innocent as possible. “Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad. Please…sir.”

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips at the last word.

You were in for it now.

Without any warning, he slammed his hips into yours, his cock entering you forcefully. You let out a scream that echoed throughout the quinjet. Bucky fucked you hard and fast, his metal hand twisted into your hair. Your body jolted forward with each thrust, your nipples brushing against the many buttons beneath you.

“Oh my go-o-o-od!” you moaned, your voice stuttering with each thrust. Bucky nudged his foot with your left one, forcing your legs apart even further. You could feel each and every inch of him inside you, burying himself into your heat deeper and deeper. You placed your hands on the dashboard for support.

“You like that, you little bitch?” he asked, landing a smack onto your behind. You nodded your head furiously. He gave you another smack, this one harder than the last.

“Yes, sir!” You cried out, clenching around his cock. “I love it so fucking much!”

He threw his head back at the feeling, letting out a string of Russian curses. You didn’t understand what he said, but it was still probably the hottest thing you’ve seen. The way his abs flexed each time he crashed into you sent a wave of arousal over you.
For the second time, you felt your orgasm creeping up. You were so fucking close, so close. You just needed it a little bit harder.

Your thighs began to tremble from the approaching euphoria; your eyes closed on their own accord. You could feel your juices on Bucky’s thighs, dripping down your own onto the ground. The sounds that escaped your mouth were so fucking dirty and borderline pornographic, but it only seemed to please Bucky even more.

With a scream of his name, you came on Bucky’s cock. Your pussy tightened around him, milking him into his own release. Bucky fell against your back, his hips stuttering as he neared his own finish. You whimpered, feeling the aftershocks of his thrusts. You could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. You reached your hand behind you, slipping it between the two of you and began massaging his balls.
And that was it for him.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he shouted into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours a final time. You could feel his come coat your walls, filling you up. You wiggle from underneath him, accidentally clenching around his cock. His let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips.

“I think my hips are broken.” You whisper, peering over your shoulder. All jokes aside, you could already feel the soreness building in your hip area. Jesus, you won’t be able to sit down for at least a few days. Damn Bucky and his super soldier cock.

“I don’t hate you,” he admitted softly into your shoulder, completely ignoring your previous statement. Your eyes widened. “I never really did dislike you, either.”

You turned your head to the side. “Then why do you treat me like you do?” you ask, staring at the wall of the quinjet. This was more than just shocking. You were actually convinced that he hated you with his entire being. So what was going on?

“I’m not exactly good at expressing love correctly,” he confessed, letting out a small laugh. But you could tell there was no humor behind it.

“Love?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised.

“I love you, Y/N,” he shifted so that he was right by your ear now. “I have for a while now.”

You couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your face even if you wanted to.

You sigh dramatically. “I guess I kinda, sorta, maybe love you, too. But only if you promise to do this every time we fight.”

He let out a laugh, sending vibrations down your spine.

“You got it, doll.”


-FIN ❤

(I can’t look at the quinjet the same now lol!) ❤

Atypical April Week 1: FRIENDSHIPS

Kim smirked down at the tiny girl who had stepped forward. 

”You? What are you, like, 5 years old?” he teased, using his hand to measure her small stature as she continued to grin at him.

“I’m 8, actually. We’re in the same class you know,” she responded, folding her arms. Cocking an eyebrow, she challenged, “I’ll give you a chance to back out, if you’re afraid…”

“Not a chance,” he snapped. He never backed out of a challenge, and he had yet to be beaten at this particular game. He turned to the jungle gym, hands hovering in anticipation at his sides.

Max, another student from their class, stepped forward. “Remember, the person who climbs the highest wins! Ready…set… GO!!”

Kim and the small girl both began climbing, the larger boy having the obvious advantage with his longer reach. He quickly made it to the sixth of the ten level structure, and made himself comfortable. No one had ever made it past the fourth level before except him– so when he looked back to see his opponent already on the fifth level, he was shocked to say the least.

She paused, looking around her in search of her next handhold, and that’s when he noticed she had taken her shoes off and was using her feet to keep a solid grip on the bars. As she made to pull herself up onto the same lever as him, Kim leapt into motion, grabbing the bars right above him and hauling himself upward once more.

They both continued to climb, until they finally reached the ninth level. There was only room for one person on the top, and lightning fast Kim swung up there, knocking his shins in the process. 

Grinning down at the tiny girl still holding tightly to the top bar, he sneered. “Well, looks like I wo–” 

He cut off at the triumphant smirk she leveled at him as she pushed herself up, balancing precariously on the bar– before she grabbed onto his shoulders! He felt himself being pulled off-balance by her meager weight, and quickly grabbed the bar between his legs. Shifting to keep them both from toppling to the ground, Kim felt his eyes widen as she finally settled on top of him, sitting on his backpack and shoulders.

“You were saying?” she sing-songed, and as the reality of the situation hit him, Kim started laughing. He had been out-smarted by the miraculous girl now using him as her personal throne, and for once, he couldn’t be happier to lose a challenge as the call came from the cheering crowd of kids below.

“Marinette WINS!”


For Atypical April, my final piece for week one’s theme FRIENDSHIP!
I decided to do my interpretation of how Kim and Mari first met and became best bro’s XD Hope you enjoyed– I’m not as great a writer when there isn’t a punchline, so please forgive that sad excuse for a drabble XD Dedicated to my darling @mr-hawkmoth– I know she loves these two XD

Next week: LOVE

Here is the post with the link to the prompts!!!
http://baneismydragon.tumblr.com/post/159101233256/atypical-april-complete-prompt-list