Steve and Tony looked at each other and tried not to smile
at the sound of a frantic Wade yelling for his boyfriend.
Ugh. Wade. Peter could do so much better. Peter
is an honor student, he’s top of his class, he has a bright future full of
opportunity, and he’s Tony’s son, dammit. And Tony doesn’t want his beautiful,
perfect child in a relationship with a mercenary. Is that so wrong? Wouldn’t
Peter rather date someone with more potential? A doctor maybe? No matter, we’ll
cross that bridge when we get to it. As of now, Tony is just going to watch as
his brilliant plan folds out.
Steve answers the door and narrowly misses getting punched
in the face by Wade’s aggressive knocking.
“Oh, hi, Wade, it’s nice to see you today,” Steve feigned
innocence, “Peter is in his room. Can I get you a snack or something to drink?”
“I’m good, Mr. Captain. Thanks.”, Wade grumbled as he walked
past Steve and straight into Peter’s room, slamming the door behind him.
Steve and Tony froze and looked at each other in
anticipation then scrambled to press an ear to Peter’s door when they heard
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about, baby!”, Peter
yelled back, sounding confused and exasperated.
“Oh, don’t ‘baby’ me! You know EXACTLY what I’m talking
about! HASHTAG SINGLE?!?! THAT’S how you’re gonna break up with me?!”
“Wade, I haven’t even posted in, like, a week. I have no
idea what you’re talking about.”
“OH! SO YOU’RE TELLING ME. YOU DIDN’T POST THIS FUCKBOY MIRROR
SELFIE. AND YOU DIDN’T CAPTION IT WITH A ‘HMU’ ‘EGGPLANT EMOJI’ ‘HASH.TAG.
“NO, BABY, I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT POST, I
“GO TO HELL, PETER! WE’RE THROUGH.”
Steve and Tony ran across the room and tried to look like
they’ve been busy in the kitchen this whole time as Wade stormed out of Peter’s
room and out of the tower. They decided to wait a few minutes before checking
on Peter. So far, everything has gone according to plan and Tony is very happy
After about 5 minutes, Steve gently knocked on Peter’s door,
“Hey hun, can I come in?”
Steve opened the door upon hearing Peter’s automatic lock
slide open and found him curled up on the bed, furiously wiping his eyes. Steve
smiled sympathetically and sat down on the edge of the bed,
“Hey, big guy. What happened?”
Peter tried not to cry as he rehashed the conversation he
had with Wade while Steve pretended he wasn’t listening at the door and heard
“I just don’t understand,” Peter said tearfully, “I never
posted that picture. That picture isn’t even of me, that’s not even our
bathroom! But Wade wouldn’t listen so now the love of my life hates me.”
“That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”, Steve chuckled
and Peter couldn’t help but crack a half smile at his dad. Steve tried his best
to cheer Peter up, but he couldn’t shake the guilt he was feeling. Peter
wouldn’t need cheering up if it wasn’t for him. Sure, Wade is a jackass but
he’s Peter’s jackass. If Wade makes Peter happy, who is he to keep them apart?
He’s gotta talk to Tony about this, Steve can’t stand lying to his son.
~ ~ ~
“Steve. Honey. If we tell Peter then we’re the bad guys. Peter will never trust us again! Let him be sad
for now, he’ll bounce back soon enough and it’s like it never happened. It’s
for his own good.”
Steve sighed thoughtfully as Tony continued tinkering with
whatever the heck he was working on at the moment.
“Look, Tony, I know how
much you dislike-“
“I hate him.”
“…I know you have strong feelings towards Wade, but I can’t
live with myself after what we did to Peter!”
“Wait. What?”, Steve flinched when he heard Peter behind
Tony shut his eyes tight and cursed under his breath before
dropping his tools and turning around to face his son.
“What did you do to Peter?”, Peter asked, narrowing his eyes
at his parents.
“Nobody did anything to Peter. Go to your room.”, Tony
Peter turned his attention to Steve, “Pops, what did you
“Steve, don’t do it. Be strong.”, Tony murmured.
But contrary to popular belief, Steve was not strong. At
least when it came to Peter, that is. His son could give him that look with the
puppy dog eyes that say “I trusted you and you betrayed me” and it’s all over. Any
willpower Steve has will just vanish.
“We. Um. We sort of… shopped? For your photo?”
“Photoshop, Steve.”, Tony said as he rubbed his temples. He
loves his husband and son but man, could they give him a headache.
“Yes, photoshopped. We photoshopped your face to another
person’s body. Well, Tony did. And then we… hacked?”
“We ‘hacked’ into your account and posted the picture for
Wade to see. Well, Tony did. And we made sure the words under the picture would
make Wade mad so he you guys would get in a fight… Well, Tony did.”
“Steve. We get the picture, dammit.”
Peter looked at his feet and took a second to process this.
His own parents were trying to sabotage his relationship?
“Why? Why would you guys do that?”, he asked.
“We’re really sorry sweetheart”, Steve placed a hand on the
side of Peter’s face, “We thought it was for the best. I think now we see that
we were wrong, don’t we Tony?”
“Hm? Oh. Uh… yeah. Totally wrong. Won’t try this again
“You mean that, Dad?”, Peter asked Tony.
Peter smirked. He had his Dad in a box right now and they
both knew it. He might as well take advantage of this opportunity and embarrass
“Then would you mind calling Wade for me and explaining all of this to him? I’d like my
You stood on a cliff overlooking
the sea towards Westeros. You were riddled with worry. Drogon and your sister
were out to battle. Most of the Dothraki were gone and so was Tyrion. You were
worried…so, so worried. Anything could go wrong with Daenerys—so much has
already gone wrong.
You were wringing your hands
together hoping that she would return already. It has been no more then a day
or two and she should’ve been back already. What was taking her so long? Had
she been injured? Had Drogon been injured?
Your mind was a wheel of bad
“Any closer and you’ll fall off.”
Jon’s voice startled you.
You look over your shoulder to
peer at the King of the North. His dark eyes seemed to be concern for your
well-being. You clear your throat and take a few steps back from the edge of
the cliff, “I am just worried about my sister.” You tell him truthfully.
He was wearing his cloak…the same
one he had given to you so many days ago. You had missed the warmth it gave you
almost immediately. You were almost envious that Jon had such a warm and
wonderful cloak. You had your own draped over your shoulders with your house
sigil and in your house colors.
You were well-protected from the
“I don’t doubt it,” Jon stood at
your side, “I am sure she is fine. Your sister has Drogon…she’s as safe as can
be.” He tries to soothe away your worries.
“What if an arrow struck her while
she was on Drogon? She wasn’t even wearing armor, Jon. Killing a dragon isn’t
impossible.” You were worrying yourself too much and Jon could tell. He was
hesitating on how to comfort you.
the sudden attack would stun the archers long enough for Drogon to burn them.”
Jon tried again.
your lips and sigh, “I must seem silly.” You say with blushing pink cheeks.
his head, “You do not. Your worries are not silly.” You were beautiful in his
eyes…not silly. With the wind blowing your silver hair and your violet eyes
gleaming with worry…you looked so somber and Princess-like. He couldn’t take
his eyes off of you…Ygritte…Gods, he missed her but when he looked at you…even
Ygritte seem to fade.
your sister…of course you would be worried for her.” Jon says quietly. He
remembers the nights when he would think of Robb during the war…how worried he
was every night. He also remembers the night when Castle Black received word
that Robb Stark had been murdered.
his head to get rid of the dark thoughts.
You are quiet
as you stare out into the ocean. You are hoping for even the slightest sign of
Greyjoy ships on the horizon. You could hear Viserion and Rhaegal on the shores below the cliff. They seemed on
edge…no doubt missing their mother and brother. You never knew such fear and
you didn’t like it.
“I should’ve gone with her.” You mumbled.
Jon caught your words, “You know she’d never allow it.” Deep down, he
wouldn’t have allowed it. Even though he knew he had no place to say anything.
You were too innocent for the likes of war. Jon couldn’t and wouldn’t imagine
your pale flesh covered with blood…or the look of horror in your violet eyes as
they look at the aftermath of a battle.
No, he shook his head, he couldn’t bear the thought.
“I should be helping her.” You try again with a frown. You didn’t want
to be some helpless damsel. You knew how to fight…you had Viserion!
“Your place is here.” Jon says softly.
You turn to glare at him, “My place is with my sister!”
Jon stares at you, “Your sister needs you here…to hold down the castle.”
He repeats more clearly, “She can’t risk something happening to you, Y/N.”
You huff because his words are true. Your sister was only at war because
of you. She wanted a better life for you. You sniffled as tears began to well
up in your eyes. You felt at fault every time something went wrong…the Greyjoy
attack…Highgarden being taken…and now this? If something were to happen to your
sister…you weren’t sure what you would do.
“Hey…hey,” Jon was right there cradling your face with his hands, “Why
are you crying?” He murmurs using his thumbs to wipe away your crystal tears.
His heart was aching at the sight of you.
“This is my entire fault, Jon,” You say through a thick voice, “My
sister is only doing this because of me and I feel so guilty. Everything she’s
gone through was because of me. I was the one that was meant to be married off
to the Dothraki Lord but she convinced our brother that it should be her.
Everything is my fault.” You cry.
You felt so guilty…
Jon is at a loss…He knows of the stories and he knows of the rumors of
how Daenerys came into the Dothraki hold but he hadn’t known that it was you who was meant to take a Dothraki
Lord. He brought you into his arms and cradled you against his chest. His heart
was trembling as he held you afraid that you would reject him.
You were surprised.
You weren’t sure what hold Jon had over you but…you weren’t going to
fight it. You buried your face into his chest in an effort to make yourself
disappear. Thought it was rather silly and impossible but being in his arms
was…was almost enough. He was so warm…despite being so pale. He smelled better
then his cloak.
His arms felt strong and firm like castle walls. His chest felt like a
warmth hearth on a cold, winter day.
He strangely…felt like home.
“Nothing is your fault,” Jon murmurs quietly over the soft howling of
the wind and the crashing of water down below the cliff, “Daenerys made her
choice and no one forced her to take it. She is doing this out of her own free
will. Yes, you are the reason why she fights but nothing is your fault. Do not
blame yourself for the errors that have been made.” He feels as if he isn’t
making sense and he isn’t really comforting you but from the decrease in tears
and sniffles, he hopes he’s doing okay.
“If you hadn’t been her reason to fight…so many people would’ve lived
their lives as slaves.” He tells you.
Your thoughts spin onto Missandei, Grey Worm, and so many others. They
were practically your family. Without you or Daenerys…they would be what they
hated being…slaves and kept in cages like animals.
“I sometimes blame myself for leaving my home and going to the Wall…”
Jon looks at you as you stare up at him with wonder, “My brother went to war
and he was murdered and I wasn’t there…I still blame myself because maybe I
would have been able to stop his death.”
“But these things happen for a reason…as much as they hurt…they happen
and for the most part, it isn’t anyone’s fault.”
He is holding your face tenderly…delicately. He holds you with care
because he feared he would break you. He knew why Daenerys fought so hard
now…he knew why she had called her army and flown to Westeros.
He gently rubs his thumbs against your rosy cheeks, “Promise me you
won’t forget that. You are not at fault and never will be.” He whispers.
You stare up at this man and feel your heart almost burst from such
intense emotions. You came to realize that in such short time you were falling
in love with Jon Snow…the King of the North. It was shit timing…you would
But did you care?
So, you stretched up towards him and kissed him.
Just as a sudden roar shook the ground and a large shadow fell over you
and Jon. You broke away from Jon and were both thrilled and scared to see that
it was your sister and Drogon. Jon was frozen because the last ten seconds were
too hard to believe.
You had kissed him…
And now Drogon and Daenerys stood behind him.
“You’re back.” You breathed a sigh of relief as you detached yourself
from Jon’s warm arms. Your sister, on the other hand, didn’t look too happy.
Drogon suddenly roared a terrible sound in an attempt to scare Jon.
“Drogon!” You sighed and glared at your sister.
The Queen merely cocked an eyebrow at you and slightly smirked.
She would test him because you deserved
the best man alive.
Happy 27th birthday to B.A.P’s humble leader. Happy birthday to the man who has given me endless amount of hope, to the man who has been the reason me and millions of others feel a sense of belonging. Happy birthday to our beloved angel, Bang Yongguk. Hopefully our great leader has the best day today, and every other day.
“Babe, please.” You plead to your boyfriend as soon as he lies in bed with you. He looks so good with his hair wet and sweatpants “You know that I would do anything for you, but not this.” You turn around staring at his blue eyes, Steve was always such a good boyfriend, unless when it comes to your family then he refuses to have a conversation.
“You always do this, can’t you see how important is this party to me?” You say gently trying to convince him, a couple of weeks ago your sister got engaged and your family was throwing her a party on Sunday to celebrate but Steve was being stubborn trying to make you go alone.
“Sweetheart, you don’t need me. All your family and friends are going to be there. I bet you are going to have a lot more fun without me. You can dance, gossip and drink without me to hold you back.” You roll your eyes at him; sometimes he really acted like a 100-year-old guy.
2x13 “Houses of the Holy” // 5x01 “Sympathy for the Devil” 5x10 “Abandon All Hope” // 5x18 “Point of No Return” 5x22 “Lucifer Rising” // 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (with You)”
“You’re Chosen…” - Dean Winchester as Michael’s Vessel and the Thing about the Colt
“There was a gun that won the west. There was a man among the best.
The fastest gun or man alive.
A lightning bolt when he shot that Colt.”
- Lucifer in 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (with You)
So after this episode I just felt the need to make a gifset on Dean’s ties to Michael as well as the Colt, because in this week’s episode both of these themes were directly brought together by the visual of Mary retrieving the Colt from a safe hidden behind the famous painting of Michael striking down Lucifer. And while I have little faith that the show will truly let Dean play an integral role as the one who is Michael’s vessel and should be perfectly able to wield the lance to get rid of Lucifer once and for all and rather think the possession allusions surrounding Mary may frame her possibly being the one heavily involved here , I keep holding on to a tiny bit of hope that probably is ridiculous to hold on to. But what can I say? Dean picking up the lance and taking it with him at least left room for possibility.
This is a request for @pretty–lips. I know you asked for all the members but they take a bit to do and they are too long for one post so I am going to make it a series if that’s okay. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Amidst their private travels,
Sasuke and Sakura have a misunderstanding which forces him to admit something
he wasn’t quite ready to admit yet…
Genre: Humour / Romance
A/N: Whoops, sorry for posting this a day late! I lost track of time. So I’ve been itching to write something silly
and light and I felt this prompt would do it for me. I’ve also been meaning to play
around in the present tense so here goes. Hope you enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the
great Masashi Kishimoto.
brunomars: It was an honor to share the stage with ya @anderson._paak . You’re an inspiring musician. I’ve watched you and your band go up there and kill it night after night and give people something they’ll always remember and blah blah blah FUCK THAT! I still whooped ya ass in basketball!! You Wish you had my handles! IM THE BEST DRUMMER ALIVE!!!!! Aaaarrrrhhhhhhh !!! 😂 Love ya man. Thank you for an amazing tour!! And to everyone reading this, If you ain’t got Malibu Yet.. what is you waitin for???
Warnings- One kind of suggestive reference (it’s not graphic though) and occasional swearing
This is kind of like a part 2 to ‘Imagine moving to La Push and becoming good friends with the pack’. I wish i made it more flirty but my mind kept going blank sorry guys:( I guess Paul is more flirty than imaginable hahah. I was thinking, if any of you guys wanted, of doing different versions of part 2 with different pairings like one with reader x another pack member? If you guys like the sound of that and want me to write one for another character then inbox me and let me know, i have anons turned on <3
“Hello, i just love your account :3 If you have time, could you write an imagine in which Paul Lahote is teasing/flirting with Y/N after he met her at La Push with the pack ? Thank you :p” requested by @haydenthoughts<3