#peter: you’re right you won’t one day find happiness bc you already have with us

[my-life-is-a-bad-sitcom]

Matt: Sometimes I think that life can be beautiful and that I will one day find happiness. And then I remember you two are here.

Peter: aww double d

Wade: that’s so sweet!

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

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wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

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[kidney9-9]

Bored and Horny (Peter Parker)

Anonymous asked:

Heyy, how are you? How was your day? I was wondering if maybe you could write about the reader calling Peter just to ask if he could DESTROY her later, and our poor baby was at the avengers compound so everyone heard his girlfriend and are teasing the shit out of him. Soooo when he finally sees the reader is just rough sex bc of all the embarrassment he went through. My horny ass would love if there was spanking, light choking, and LOTS of dirty talking included.

Hi anon! I’m doing good :) thank you for asking! And let me just say this request—oh my goodness! Hope you like it! Feel free to send in any requests using my July Prompt List. Peter Parker and Reader are over 18 in this one shot. Please Read Warnings!

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Peter Parker x Reader (Smut with Plot) Warnings: Peter is angry and embarrassed, lots of teasing from team, teasing/humiliation, dom!Peter, oral (female receiving), clothed male and naked female, somewhat demeaning pet names/nicknames, use of toy, spanking, light choking, dirty talk, nudes, mask kink/play, food play, and use of spider webs. (Please read the warnings! If you are uncomfortable with them, please Do NOT Read!) Word Count: 3k

You hummed, feeling bored and horny. That was a very powerful combination, which ultimately led to your boyfriend’s embarrassment at work. You already treated yourself today to random things, all which were fun but would’ve been better with Peter. You grinned to yourself when you stood up, and marched over to the ice cream you bought, in the freezer. You scooped up the ice cream in a perfect action, placing it on one of the cones you bought from the store as well.

Licking and enjoying the ice cream, you brought your phone’s camera to your lips. You pressed record, winking into the camera, leaning down and licking a long swipe of ice cream, that messily dripped down your lips and chin. You did it over and over again, adding exaggerated moans of enjoyment and pleasure. You leaned away from the ice cream cone slowly and licked up your lips sloppily. You glanced back to the camera, and down to your cleavage, and with your other hand you scooped up the droplets of ice cream with two fingers. And with a cheeky grin, you placed those fingers into your mouth, sucking and moaning again.

You smirked as you pressed send to Peter, and strolled back to the living room, after you cleaned up the ice cream mess. Twenty minutes went by with no response and you started to get even more bored when you realized there was absolutely nothing else on your to-do list. You strolled over to the bathroom, turning the faucet on with a sigh, settling to go for a steamy bath.

You still held onto your phone, wanting to call Peter to check if he saw your video. Once the bath was all hot and ready, you soothed yourself in, sighing out from the heat. You unlocked your phone again, after drying your hands on the towel next to the tub. You paused before clicked Peter’s number to call him and choose to take more photos to send him. You wanted to hear his reaction to them, and you were just horny.

You took a photo of your entire body in the first picture, the next was a close up of your chest, and the next… You were now smirking just thinking of his possible reaction. You sent all the photos to him, quickly calling him after. You sighed out, waiting for him to answer the call. He finally answered, and before he could say anything you spoke up, “Peter, when are you coming back? I’m so ready for you to destroy me. Mm, and maybe we can use that new toy we bought, uh please come back soon Peter.”

Peter froze at your voice on speaker. He wasn’t even the one to answer the phone, instead it was Bucky. The two of them stared at each other in shock as you continued to speak, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I won’t walk for a week, babe.” Peter’s face was dark red in shock and embarrassment. He felt like he couldn’t breathe as Bucky, Tony, and Sam stared back to him with smirks on their faces.

Peter bolted up and snatched his phone out of Bucky’s hand as you continued even more, “I don’t want you to make love to me, I want you to fuck me. I’m so ready for you-” Peter cut off your words with a strangled humiliated sound and shouted, “Got to go!” Into the phone, quickly hitting the end call button with shaky hands.

Right then, the photos came in, lighting up on his screen as Bucky leaned over with a gasp. Peter quickly slammed his phone to the ground, making sure no one could see anything. The four of them stood in a small silence, as Peter continuously became more red.

“Did you guys hear that? She wants him to fuck her.” Bucky spoke up, teasing Peter. He groaned out as the others started to laugh, making Peter tug his mask back on to hide his face. Sam slapped Peter’s arm, looking back to Tony and Bucky, “You must be tiny, if you have to use a toy on her.” The three of them hooted even more as Peter tore his arm away from Sam’s hold, glaring at them.

He couldn’t fucking believe what just happened. You never spoke to him like that over the phone, only face-to-face, and he even warned you not to send anything to him, especially when he was at work. He stormed off the advanced jet with a furious whisper, “Fuck!” And the thought of Bucky seeing your body made him seethe out in pure hot anger, and he gripped his phone hard, feeling the screen crack underneath his fingers. The feeling brought his attention back down to his phone, and he instantly unlocked it, wanting to see what the fuck you sent him.

The first things he saw were the pictures. He shouted out in frustration again, knowing that Bucky looked at one of the pictures. You were the definition of beauty to Peter, but gazing down in focus at the pictures, he didn’t calm down this time; no, he got even angrier. He scrolled up to your video, already seeing the thumbnail and feeling his cock twitch. He sighed out shakily, pressing play.

Your wink into the camera made him shudder out of arousal and anger again. The slurping sounds you made only edged him on, making his heart beat even faster as he clutched the phone tighter. The video ended resulting in Peter trembling from the rage and lust. He furiously typed out a text back to you, “you better be on you’re fucking hands and knees when I get back”. He took a final look at your pictures, before tossing his phone angrily in one of the lockers at the Compound. He didn’t even bother to check out properly, as he stalked out the exits, shooting his web out to the poll, and swinging reckless over to you.

The swing back to the apartment was almost too long for Peter to bear with his boner. He didn’t want to loosen the suit, knowing his dick would just flap out, springing up, out in public. He cursed out, realizing he forgot the keys back at the compound, and angrily banged on the wall. He didn’t wait for you to unlock the door, instead swinging back to the window, wrathfully shattering the glass with his fist. The noises made you gasp out in fear, thinking an intruder might have broken in, and you splashed up from the bath, grabbing your towel and hastily wrapping it around your body. You got out, grabbing one of the heavy decorations in the bathroom, arming yourself as you heard footsteps coming closer to you.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Peter grunted out at the sight of you. You sighed, feeling realized and suddenly even more turned on by his voice. He was still wearing his Spider-Man suit, along with the mask. You placed the decoration down quickly as he slowly stepped closer to you pointing to the towel, “Take that fucking off.” He demanded, as you straightened back up.

You dropped the towel with wide eyes at his tone, realizing he was angry, but finding it as a massive turn on. “Peter-” He cut you off with another step closer, pointing to the ground now, “Get on the fucking floor.” You gasped at his words but eagerly agreeing, sliding on the cold floor, with your knees and hands on the ground.

You tried speaking again, “Babe, I’ve been-” Peter cut you off once more but this time with a loud spank! You let out a surprised yell at that, turning around to look at him. He eyed you face again with a frown and walked over to your head. He leaned down, clicking his tongue almost teasingly, “Filthy whore,” He paused, reaching out to grab the side of your face. You watched on, wide eyed and excited.

“I’m going to fucking destroy you.” He growled out, feeling the satisfaction just start to hit him, after being humiliated and embarrassed by his teammates. You sighed out shakily with an eager nod, “Yes, please!” You cried out, shivering from lust and the cold air nipping at your body.

Peter shook his head down at you, still disappointed at what happened. “I can barely look at your fucking face.” He sighed out, letting go of your face with another click of his tongue. He tugged the mask off his head, smirking down to you as you gazed up at him expectantly. He slid the mask over your head, not caring that your hair was still soaking wet from the bath and he pushed your chin up. “Good girl.”

You breathed out heavily at the pet name and blinked, getting used to his mask over you. It was a snug fit, circling over every bump of your face. Peter lifted the mask barely over your mouth, so you could respond to him. “Are you going to be my good girl again?” He questioned, cocking his head at you as he let go of your chin. You blinked a few times and nodded, “Of course!”

Peter stood up shaking his head again and walked off. You didn’t know what to do. Were you supposed to follow his words and stay here with your ass in the air, or were you supposed to follow him? You looked behind you, seeing Peter’s figure again, with something in his hand. You gasped out at the toy he brought out, the riding crop. That was the toy you were talking about on the phone, so you were happy he decided to use it.

“You were bad today though. I don’t think I should treat you like a good girl. You don’t deserve it.” Peter retorted back to your words, teasingly whipping the toy in the air, listening to the sound it made. You felt your heat start to pulse in hot lust as you tried stuttering out back to him, “Bu-but I was-” He cut you off with a smack to the left cheek of your ass and you moaned loudly.

Peter hummed out, circling the little mark it left on your skin with a proud smirk at it. “They all heard you, whore. Begging for my cock.” He started out with a light voice, slowly placing the riding crop back onto your ass in a resting position. He pulled it back again, “Even fucking saw-” He smacked your right cheek now making you groan loudly, pulling back at the pain and pleasure. “Your beautiful body.”

Your face was a dark red both from his actions and his words. You opened your mouth to respond but stuttered out a moan when he spanked you again with his hand instead of the riding crop. He rubbed the area, as his hard on started getting even more uncomfortable in his suit. With a groan, he set it free, letting it hit the air. “Safe word?” He questioned, as he traced his handprint on your ass.

“Ice-cream.” You bit back, teasing him even now, in this position. His smirk dropped at your word, and with his hand again, he spanked even harder, making you yelp out again. He walked off once more, stalking straight over to the freezer and yanked out the ice cream you teased him with earlier today. He didn’t even bother grabbing a spoon, just jerking off the lid with heavy breaths. “Get up.” He spoke loudly to you.

You stood back up with trembling legs, looking back into the mirror at the marks on your ass. Your hand barely touched it and you groaned at the sore feeling. He signaled to the bedroom, and you tittered over to him, naked with his mask on. You laid flat on the bed, with your face looking up to the celling. He eyed down your body, smirking as you breathed out unsteadily. “Do you know how I felt when Bucky saw your pictures?” Peter sighed out, pushing his hand into the ice-cream, not caring about the mess he knew it was going to make. With a handful of ice cream, he pushed it onto your stomach, making you shiver even more at the cold.

You surprisingly found it hot that Bucky saw your pictures, but you weren’t about to let Peter know, especially with what was about to happen. “Y-you were mad.” You whispered back, as Peter threw the ice-cream tub on the floor beside the bed. “I am mad! Only I get to see your body like this. Under me, ready for me.” Peter fumed back. He smeared the now melted ice cream over your breasts and down, lower next to your heat. You started holding your breath as Peter leaned down, licking and biting down trailing up your stomach to you. “You’re so filthy,” Peter groaned out, licking up the ice cream. Your small gasps started turning into moans as he licked up the remaining ice cream off your stomach, your hands leaning up to his head.

You pushed his head down closer to your breasts, making him grunt. He pushed back against yours hands and shot up, sitting as he stared down at you disappointed. “You were doing so good,” He paused, clicking at his wrists, activating the web shooters again. “But you’re really just a bad girl.” He shot the web solution down onto your hands, attaching you to the bed and making you pant out in defeat, “Pete, I’m sorry.” You moaned out.

He leaned back down, biting onto your left nipple completely, and making you moan even louder. He kissed, sucked, and bit repeatedly, licking his tongue expertly around your nipple, and tugging at it. His attention then went to the other one, smearing whatever ice cream around your chest back over your right breast.  “Ngh- uhh, Pete” You moaned out, looking down to his body. His cock was steaming red, and you gasped when he bit down again.

He pulled away, chuckling as he saw your mouth open and close again, and you struggling against the web solution. “What do you want?” He questioned, mumbling down to the mask you were wearing. You huffed out air again, “Please,” You begged, feeling the heavy pulsing start to almost ache down at your core.

“You have to be more specific, slut.” Peter responded back, feeling the satisfaction pull up even more in him. His hand finally reached down to his cock, pumping it a few times with the saliva and ice cream stuck onto his glove. He let go with a sigh and looked back down to your heat.

It was glimmering with the ice cream, making Peter chuckle before moving his body and head down between your thighs. “Please just touch me!” You cried out, trying to pull your hands out, just to get relief between your legs. Peter grinned darkly and leaned down, seeing your struggle. He went right in, licking straight at your core, making your legs kick up and about, as you thought, finally.

He licked all the ice cream away quickly, kissing and licking, but avoiding your clit. You groaned out ever time his tongue flicked near it, as his drenched fingers started slowly going into you. “Please, Peter, I promise to be good!” You cried out, feeling overwhelmed. Peter swiped his tongue slowly and teasingly over your clit, “Hm?” He questioned, making you moan out again.

“I’ll be your good girl, please Peter, please suck my clit!” You yelled out, watching down at Peter with the mask around you. He licked his lips with a smirk, and went straight to your clit, sucking on it just as you asked. His fingers starting pumping in and out of you at a wild pace now, not stopping or slowing down as your hips started moving and twitching. Your moans grew louder and louder and he sucked even harder, licking as well, and you burst. Warmness flew from you as you began leaking out, and Peter pulled his fingers out, licking at the area and sucking on his fingers to favor the taste.

Almost instantly after you came, Peter’s hand wrapped around your throat as you gazed up to him, feeling dazed. “You ready?” He asked, squeezing lightly around your neck, and you had to breathe in heavily to answer out a small, “Yes”. In one motion, he moved himself into you, groaning loudly, feeling relieved.

“My- fuck, why are you so tight?” Peter groaned out as he squeezed your neck a little slightly more, as he started pumping in and out of you. His pace sped up quickly, roughly smashing back into your hips, and moans and whines falling from your lips. His grunts continued as well, and you started to feel even more euphoric and lightheaded, your head leaned to the side as he continued to smack into you with his cock.

He eventually let go of your neck, to hold onto your hips, lifting you up and smashing into you. Your hips were in the air, as your legs circled behind his back, drawing him in even closer and harder. The rough repetition of the two of you got Peter to his edge, and he started groaning out even louder, “Oh fuck, fuck, what a good girl you are.”

One of his hands went back down to your clit, harshly rubbing it, making you moan even louder. The sounds escaping you, Peter, and your sex, loudening even more as you two started to reach the end. Peter’s thrusts started stuttering, and right as you came again, he pulled out of you, leaking all over the leftover ice cream stains on your stomach. You felt yourself drift off, on cloud 9 as Peter fell back on the bed beside you.

The two of you breathed heavily for minutes, trying to calm down. Peter turned to you slightly, “Don’t you ever do that again.” You huffed out a laugh and a smile came to both of your faces, “Was just bored and horny.”

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[yourmcu]

Wish You Were Here (i)

Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Avengers x Stark!reader

Summary:

an Infinity War/Endgame AU where Tony Stark’s daughter (you) is one of half the population that vanishes in the snap, Tony finds out later on when he arrives back to Earth, devastated, then you come back like the others to help fight Thanos.

Word count: 2,030

A/n: (moved to the end of the fic!)

Warnings: angst, death, swearing, a lil soft!Nat in the beginning bc I love her, mentions of anxiety/anxiety

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Part 2

gif not mine! credits to the owner^^

You wanted to help in whatever was happening, you weren’t quite sure still, but it had something to do with the infinity stones and how you guys needed to find them before some guy named Thanos does.

It took a lot of convincing for Steve, Natasha and Rhodey (they were the ones more protective over you) to let you come, especially with Tony not around to scold you since he was in space.

“I’m coming with you guys whether you like it or not - no, I know what you’re gonna say, I can handle myself. I’m sixteen! Did you know Peter’s in space right now with Dad? Outer freaking space. You’re not the only one who has a suit, Rhodey-”

The argument ended with, “if something happens and I-” you dragged your thumb across your neck, “then it’s on me. None of you are to blame. Can we go now?”

So they didn’t have any other choice. You went to Wakanda with them to get the mind stone out of Vision and intend to destroy it afterwards.

Things got a *bit* out of hand though, there was an army of creatures - they’re from space, you assumed, working for Thanos - trying to get the stone. You fought alongside Sam and Rhodey, sometimes even fighting with Bruce who was using the Hulkbuster. You also helped the Wakanda tribes when they got overpowered by the creatures.

Even Thor came back to fight and he brought a raccoon and a tree with him.

The battle was going really messy, until - “Everyone on my position. We got incoming.”

You fly to where Cap and the team are, and there he is coming out of what appears to be a cloudy, blue grayish portal, Thanos himself.

“Cap, that’s him.” Bruce says as he hides you behind the Hulkbuster to shield you. He slowly walks over to the purple titan before saying, “stay down, [Y/N], alright?”

Did all of them suddenly forget that you, if not more, are stubborn like your father?

Because when all of them attack, you fly behind Thanos when he's distracted and wrap both your metal covered arms around his neck in stupid attempts to strangle him. He effortlessly uses his gauntlet to throw you back to the ground, knocking you out.

He eventually got all the stones, snapped his fingers when Thor failed to kill him, and left.

“What did you do?!”

“Where did he go? Thor, where did he go?”

“What’s happening?” You get off the ground as Bucky turns to dust. You look around and saw the air filled with the same dust, just from different people.

What the hell did that snap do?

People are vanishing, disappearing, are they dying? Why are they dying? You’re pretty sure you're panicking. Your lips start to quiver and you feel your chest tighten, making it hard for you to breathe.

Natasha notices right away. She's the one who could help you with your anxiety attacks besides Tony. She comes to you and places her hands on your shoulders, looking you in the eye. “Hey, it’s going to be okay, you’re fine, just breathe with me,”

You watch Wanda, one of  your best friends, turn to dust too which did not help in the slightest. What’s worse is when Natasha holds your hands to calm you down,

They start turning into dust particles.

“No no no no no no,” you grow weak, holding onto her. “Nat, I’m scared - I don’t - I don’t know what to-”

“Y/N, just breathe like we practiced, okay?”

You try copying her breathing but it’s no use. It doesn’t change the fact that you’re still fading away. You look at her, tears threatening to fall out of your eyes, “I’m so sorry.” She has no choice but to hug you tightly until you get dusted completely.

The Avengers just lost a kid. Not just any kid, for them you were special. You always supported the team no matter what. They couldn’t even imagine what Tony’s reaction would be.

When Natasha told Pepper of course she didn’t take it well.

You were Tony’s own flesh and blood (and some one night stand chic that we won’t mention anymore starting now), but Pepper helped raised you when Tony first took you in and treated you like her own. Sometimes you even called her ‘mom’.

She was so relieved when a spaceship came by the compound to drop Tony off - he looked weak and skinny - she didn’t know how to break the awful news to him while he was in that condition.

“I lost the kid,” he meant Peter. What he doesn’t know was that he actually lost two.

“It’s been twenty-three days since Thanos came to Earth.”

Bruce and Natasha keep looking over one another as images of the people they lost in the snap took turns popping up as holograms. Rhodey feels tense and keeps tapping his foot - nervous of what his best friend’s gonna do once he sees-

Tony abruptly stands up from his wheelchair. “Stop. Stop there.” (“Tony, you need to sit down,”) “No.” He stumbles over to a particular hologram, the one with his daughter’s face.

Y/N Stark.

The room is awfully quiet. Despite you telling them that it isn’t going to be any of their faults if something happens to you, they still feel responsible for you.

“Was anyone going to tell me?” He speaks softly. Too soft and calm for all of them that they remain glued to where they're standing, avoiding eye contact. He clenches his fists and sends a look to  everyone in the room. “You better not be shitting me I already lost Parker and I - I can’t - I can’t lose her. I can’t.”

“Tony,” Natasha says. “We couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

It's like being stabbed with his own blade all over again. She tells him everything that happened, how you got dusted like Peter, and Tony just stares blankly at your photo, looking very pale.

Tony takes a deep breath and pushes his glasses further up his nose, holding in  tears. Good thing his glasses cover it up. He mutters ‘okay’ over and over as he takes a seat back in his wheelchair. Steve hesitates to continue the discussion but Tony encourages him to go on, even though he feels like he was literally dying inside.

His mood definitely went downhill from there - Tony's furious with himself. Furious with them, with Steve, that he takes it out on the super soldier. By the end of it he's on the floor, passed out.

“Dad, come in, it’s [Y/N]. Everything alright out there?”

“Oh y’know, typical day in the city - pair of aliens came to visit again.” Tony sounded breathless.

You paused briefly. “...what? W-well, do you need help? I can help, and Peter’s probably on his way there - he just made a lame excuse and hung up on me so, I figured he sensed something was wrong.”

“Yeah. Stay where you are and when things get worse, find Pepper and get to safety.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

“Nope. Deadass serious. Stay out of this one.”

Tony opens his eyes and takes in his surroundings. He's transferred to a bed with the same wires poking his arm. He dreamt of his last conversation with you - before and while he was dragged to space.

“Hey, I’m still here, you know,” you cut him off while he was arguing with Strange.

“[Y/N]? How is this still connected?”

“I made the earpiece set myself - I guess it has really long range, huh?”

“You’re a nerd.” Tony cracked a small smile.

“Hi [Y/N]!” Peter shouted from a distance.

“Peter? You’re in space too? I’m so jeal-”

The line completely went out, guess the range wasn’t that long.

“Tony?” Pepper says gently. “You shouldn’t be up - it’s only been an hour since you passed out.”

He looks at her for a moment then returns his attention to the wall, eyes bloodshot. “Have I been a good father to her? ‘Cause I feel like she deserved more. Way more.”

“Of course, she loved you! Tony, [Y/N] loved you as much as you love her,” Pepper reassures, running a hand through his hair. “I know you’re upset but you really should be getting bed rest right now.”

He sniffles and gave a small nod, “okay.”

He closes his eyes again when she left the room and sigh, mumbling “goddammit kid,” before letting the tears flow down. Tony rarely cries. Barely cries. He usually keeps those stupid emotions in but this - the fact that his little girl is gone, it's too much for him. He realized never fully showed how much you meant to him and he regrets it.

Can't help but think that it should've been me Either way, I still wish you were here.

Fast forward to five years later: Tony now lived at a lakeside cabin with Pepper and their daughter, Morgan.

Moving on was better than to be sad and depressed for the rest of his life. That’s what you wanted for him anyway, to be happy.

So that’s exactly what Tony did.

He spent time with his family, made new suits which he enjoyed to do, living his life peacefully. That doesn’t mean he forgot about you. Sure the last few years were hard, he missed you every single day, but he had to face and accept it.

Tony moved your stuff from the compound and into a vacant room in the cabin. Sometimes he’d look through your crazy inventions, your journals that were filled with ideas for future gadgets and he hung up framed photos of you and him (some with Pepper) on the walls.

He told Morgan all about you. How awesome you were, how you were energetic and enthusiastic in everything you do, and how the both of you would be best friends if you two met.

“I wanna meet her,” Morgan says, looking at pictures of you.

Tony smiles sadly and looks at the photo of you and him. It was at your school’s science fair and your invention won first place (he remembered laughing at all the science teachers’ shocked faces because of your advanced gadget, way advanced than the grade you were in). Both of you looked really happy.

If a picture is all that I have, I can picture the times that we won't get back If I picture it now it don't seem so bad Either way, I still wish you were here.

“Someday, maybe.” He replies, giving her a warm smile.

Steve, Natasha and a new guy Scott visited him one day. They basically told him bringing back everyone who died in the snap was possible, hinting time travel.

Tony was torn. He didn’t want to risk losing what he had now, but bringing everyone back... that was something. Everyone in the universe that vanished, the other Avengers, the guardians he met in space, Strange, Peter, you.

That same night he thought about you, and Peter when he stumbled upon a picture of both of them. That same night, he figured out time travel.

“Hey legacy,” he chuckles a bit, remembering how you always frowned or pouted whenever he called you that. He likes that nickname on you though. “I... uh, this is just a little video. For you. Sure you won’t see this but... I like to pretend I could still talk to you. I miss you, a lot.”

“It’s been five years, hun. Morgan, your sister... you have no idea how much she talks about you. She wants to meet you someday,” he looks at the camera. “I know I can’t tell her the real reason why you’re not here with us, not yet, but anyway, ‘couple of old pals came to visit me. They want to try to get everyone back, that includes you.”

Tony sighs, looking away. “As of now I don’t know if we’re ever gonna pull off something like this. I figured it out, just a couple minutes ago actually. Time travel. It’s dangerous, very risky...”

“But we’ll see. We’ll figure something out. I hope to see you soon, [Y/N]. I love you.”

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so I’ve cut this lil idea into two parts - I’ll probs post part 2 soon right after this one - if everyone likes it of course :)

oh, and I listened to this song by Neck Deep while writing this, which is where I got the title too, you can listen here. (I also put in some lyrics from the song to the story, just because it fits well hehe)

[brianc521]

Angst where Karen and everyone doesn’t like the gf and think she’s a gold digger. But like treats her really bad secretly until one day Shawn sees it

Changed it to Raul bc I thought he’d be cuter in a protective role

Approval | Raul Mendes

**It started off as something you could handle. Snide comments under her breath, nasty glares from across the kitchen. It bothered you of course, but Raul and Karen are so close and you didn’t want to speak up about it.

Mainly because you didn’t know how that conversation would go. Of course he’d side with his Mother, but you didn’t want to lose him in the process. 

It slowly turned into telling Raul there wasn’t enough invites to a cousins wedding, but then the day of finding out from the bride that she invited you specifically when she’d told Aunt Karen. 

From then it went to telling Raul there wasn’t enough seats at holiday meals, and the one time he said he wasn’t going because he was going to your families with you, she told him he had to be there for a big announcement. That announcement was simply that Shawn was going on a summer festival tour, that he already knew about.

This was starting to turn into something that you couldn’t take anymore. It really hurt you deep inside, and the idea of not being liked by his family totally tore you apart. 

“Come on Baby please?” He begged, tugging on your hand. “I want you there.” 

“Raul she said there wasn’t enough seats.” 

“Then sit in my lap.” He shrugs, like that was the easiest fix. 

You scoff, rolling back onto your side on his couch, looking at his phone. “Right because she’d just love that.” You muttered.

“What was that?” He asks. 

You look up at him with a wobbly lip, tears welling in your eyes. 

“Baby! What’s wrong?” He cried scooting down the couch to pull you on his lap.

“Raul, why doesn’t your mom like me?” 

“What? Of course she likes you.” 

You rolled your eyes, trying to get out of his hold.

“Why do you think Mum doesn’t like you?”

“How can you not tell?” You spit out, “She tells you every week that there’s not gonna be enough seats at the table for family dinner so make sure you come alone. But every week you come home and I ask who was there and you say ‘Peter and his girlfriend, Aaliyah and her boyfriend, Shawn and Brian, and Mum and Dad’“ You mock his little accent. 

His eyes widen a little and he reaches for your hand threading your fingers together. 

“So tell me, why does all of your siblings get to take their significant others or best friends but I can’t come?” You ask, “Your Mom’s table seats 12, I would make 10.” 

Raul doesn’t know what to say, he just sits and thinks about your questions. 

“Then come tonight.” He looks at you. “Come to dinner, I’ll make a spot right next to me if she has something to say, which she won’t. Let me prove to you that she does like you.” 

**

That’s how you find yourself seated next to Raul at family dinner. Mid conversation with Aaliyah, catching up on her hockey game from last week. Shawn’s laughing at something with Peter. Raul’s hand sliding up and down your leg in a calming matter.

“Here Mum, I’ll help.” He jumps up, planting a sweet kiss to your head before helping grab dishes and going into the kitchen, 

“So Y/n, where have you been? We’ve missed you around here.” Peter speaks up, pulling you and Aaliyah out of your own girl world.

“Oh, um,” You look up, catching Karen’s eye as she walks back into the dining room. She shoots you a look and you quickly look down. 

Shawn catches the interaction and leans forward. “Everything okay Mum?” 

“Mhm, just trying to figure out how to do all the dishes, there was an extra guest I wasn’t expecting.” 

Shawn looks around, you being the only one who could fit as that extra guest. “Why wouldn’t you expect Y/n?” 

“Family dinners are for family.” She says, taking Manny’s plate. 

“Y/n is family.” Peter says, watching Raul tip toe to the doorway. Hiding from both you and his Mother. He’s watching you, face reading anger in the way that you’re wringing your hands together, head looking down into your lap. That’s your tell tale way of trying not to cry. 

“No, she’s not.” Karen shakes her head at her sons. 

“We bring our boyfriends or girlfriends all the time Mum?” Aaliyah speaks up now. “Heck, Brian, Matt and Ian have been to more family dinners than I have in the past two years.” 

“They’re family, they’re forever.” 

“Honey.” Manny speaks up. 

“She’s not. Raul will come to his sense soon.” Karen nods, turning around and gasping when she finds Raul staring her down. 

“Yeah I will.” He nods, inhaling deeply, nostrils flaring. 

The sound of his words hit you deep in your chest, and you can’t help the tear that drops. You knew this is what it was going to come down too. And he’d side with her. 

“Come here Baby, let’s go home. I don’t want you around this, it’s untruthful.” His jaw clenches, hand reaching out for you. 

You look up in shock, and he makes a grabby hand at you. You stumble out of your seat, walking around Karen timidly and sighing when he tugs you into his chest. 

“You’re making a mistake Raul.” Karen raises an eyebrow at him.

“No Mum, you’re making a mistake. Just because I didn’t end up with Leah like you thought I should have doesn’t mean you have to terrorize my girlfriend. Because let me make this clear for you Mum, she is forever. I promise you that. Until you can come to terms with that, and accept that she’ll be your daughter-in-law, she’ll have your grand-babies then don’t talk to me. I don’t want to speak to you or see you.” He takes one last deep breath and looks down at you. 

You look up at him and all he can see is hurt and pain in your eyes. He takes your hand, tugging you with him to the motorcycle. He hands you your helmet and offers a hand for you to hold while you swing a leg over. 

You hold him tight, tears still flowing. 

When you open your eyes again you’re sitting in a Tims drive thru. 

“I’m sorry.” He hangs his head, staring down at your hands locked on his stomach.

“It’s okay, I understand.” You hiccup.

He turns quickly, ripping his helmet off. He sets it down on the ledge behind you, reaching up and taking yours off as well. 

“What do you understand exactly?” He asks.

“Why you’re breaking up with me.”

“What in the fuck gave you the idea that I was breaking up with you?” 

“I mean, she’s your Mom Raul. She doesn’t like me, for some reason.”

“Okay and?” He tilts his head to the side.

“She’s your Mom?”

“Yeah she is, but that doesn’t mean I have to listen to everything she thinks is right for me. It’s my life, I have to live it. I’m in love with you, and I want to live my life with you. I wasn’t lying back there. I meant it when I said you’re forever. She will be your mother-in-law one day. You will have her grand-babies. I’m not breaking up with you Baby. If anything I’m taking our relationship to the next step because I’m promising our future.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah Baby. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you when you told me before we left. You’re everything to me, I don’t care who thinks we shouldn’t be together. They aren’t us. They don’t know us, they don’t know our relationship. I’ve never been this happy in my life. You make me happy.” 

“You make me happy too.” You smile. 

“Please stop crying.” He whines, wiping your cheeks again. “She’s not worth your tears Baby.” 

You both look up when a car pulls up next to you. Shawn, Peter and Aaliyah come tumbling out walking up to you guys. 

“What?” You look at them.

“We don’t know why she’s being that way, but Y/n we love you. You’re all we could ever ask for Raul. Know you have us if you need anything.” Shawn smiles, nudging Raul’s shoulder.

“No come on, we didn’t have dessert, and we didn’t finish our conversation.” Aaliyah points at you. 

“See Beautiful.” Raul smiles, looking back at you. “They see what I see. That’s all that matters.” 

[pennylanefics]

kisses v.2

a/n: i found a kiss prompts list by @lumosinlove and got inspired :) these are different types of kisses as well, but they’re different and longer than the first one I posted :) i took walter off the list bc i’ve been struggling to write for him, sorry :( warren’s is super long, so i hope that makes up for it lol

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ben

- ben had returned home from filming well into the night. you were of course asleep, and he didn’t want to wake you, so he crawled into bed, pulled you into his arms, and fell right asleep. before he passed out, he managed to sneak a few forehead kisses, though you didn’t register any of them whatsoever.

when you woke up, you were alone in bed. you could recall just a little from the middle of the night, and you knew that ben was back; even though you were half asleep, you felt him cuddle up to you and felt his cold lips pressed to your warm skin. thinking ben most likely went out for a run, or was in the shower, you fell back asleep for the time being.

the next time you woke up, ben was next to you, asleep once again. he looked like an angel, his hair longer than when he left, the sides of his head filled in again, the mop of curls returning. his plump lips were sat in a pout as he dreamt, short and quiet breaths slipping past them. deciding you couldn’t take any more silence and being away from him, you reach up to caress his cheek and wake him.

as your hand comes into contact with his cheek, he stirs and slowly opens his eyes. a small grin appears on his face as he sees your eyes again, in person, for the first time in months.

“good morning, gorgeous,” he mumbles, voice filled with sleep. leaning forward, you press your lips to his in a lazy manner, too soft and unformed to be an actual kiss; you just wanted to feel him again and make sure you weren’t still dreaming. you manage to pull ben into your body, him laying on you as you run your hands up and down his back. he hums happily and rests his head in your neck, breathing in your scent.

“missed you,” he whispers, peppering gentle kisses to your neck. he makes his way up to your jaw, stopping there since it was the only place he could reach. one of your hands travels up to thread through his hair, egging him on to continue his kisses.

“missed you too, ben. it gets pretty lonely around here.” this catches his attention and he is quick to come up with an idea.

“let’s get a dog, or a cat. so when i’m away for filming, you have someone here to keep you company.” you think for a moment, coming to the conclusion that it’s a perfect idea.

“can we get a cat?” you respond. ben chuckles lowly and nods against your shoulder.

“whatever you want, love. we’ll go to the shelter today and see what they have, yeah?”

“sounds great. but for now, let’s sleep in for a little while longer.”

“i’m absolutely okay with that.”

peter

- “peter?” you call out, walking through his empty home to find him. when he wasn’t anywhere to be found, you chose to check upstairs. and that’s where you found him. he was sitting on the edge of his bed, arms resting on his legs and his face in his hands. you could see his shoulders shaking, but no sound was coming from his mouth. only quiet sniffles could be heard each time he took a shaky breath in.

as you take a step forward, the floorboard creaks, giving you away in a second. the look on his face breaks your heart. his cheeks are bright red and covered in tears, his lips are plumper and the tip of his nose is red.

“(y/n)?” he whimpers, sitting up a bit. you are immediately by his side as he breaks down again, this time loudly sobbing out into your neck.

“shh, you’re okay, peter. you’re gonna be okay,” you whisper, pressing kisses to his hair. he shakes, sobs wracking his body, as you try to comfort him and calm him down just enough to figure out what brought this on.

after a few minutes, his sobs subside and he pulls back, wiping his cheeks with the sleeves of his shirt. you grab onto his hands and kiss his knuckles and fingertips. he watches you in adoration, his mind already off of his problems. after you finish kissing his fingers, you cup his cheeks and plant a kiss on his lips.

“you’re amazing,” he whispers after you pull away. a small grin appears on his face and it makes you happier to know that you cheered him up just a little.

“wanna tell me what’s wrong?” you wonder, moving to lay on the bed. he nods and follows you, his hands falling to your waist to hold you close.

“my dad and i got into another argument and he...kinda of kicked me out of the house.” you gasp and grab onto his bicep.

“peter, you know you’re always welcome to stay with me, you know that?” he shrugs, keeping his eyes down.

“i just, i don’t want to intrude.”

“you won’t. i don’t want you sleeping on the streets. i want you to be safe. let’s pack your bags and go back to mine.” before you can get up, peter tightens his grip on you and cuddles you close to his chest.

“later. please, just hold me for now,” he whimpers, another round of tears coming. you take a deep breath and do as he says, kissing his head and making sure he knew he was loved.

“you’re gonna be okay, peter. everything will work out, hun.”

“i love you so much, (y/n).”

warren

- ever since warren became enrolled in xavier’s school, he had been trying hard to get his original wings back. he tried everything, from meeting with another mutant who had restoring powers, to thinking of ways to remove his metal wings and regrow his original ones, but nothing was working. and he began to realize that after a while.

this entire ordeal was starting to affect him mentally, as well as physically. he was so focused on this that it took a toll on his studies as well. he began to skip classes, worrying that he would accidentally hit someone with his metal wings, and he spent most days alone in his room.

you, being his girlfriend, wanted to help him. so, at the end of every day, you would visit him and just sit and talk to take his mind off of this for at least a while. he was thankful for you, and he knew that in the end, you would love him no matter what wings he had.

after a couple months of being at the school, there came some bad news from xavier. warren had asked you to come with him during the meeting, and you didn’t hesitate to say yes. when the day came, warren led you to xavier’s office, but stopped before going inside.

“what happens if he’s not able to get me my wings back?” warren wonders, fear and hurt evident in his voice. you reach up and caress his cheek, not exactly knowing what to say.

“then we’ll take it from there. let’s focus on the positive, okay?” he nods and gives you a short, sweet kiss, then enters charles’ room. and the meeting didn’t go well.

xavier told warren that he figured out one solution to removing his metal wings, although there wasn’t a one-hundred percent chance that his original ones would grow back; it was fifty-fifty, and there was no way of telling until after a few months.

after a long debate on what he wanted to do, warren finally decided to go through with the procedure and take the chance. and the procedure wasn’t painless. sure, he was put out while the skilled man removed the metal wings. but the pain he was in afterwards was, what warren explained, worse than gaining the wings.

so, you took time out of your busy schedule every day to check up on him between classes, during lunch, and stayed with him at night.

three months pass, and xavier told warren to look out for his new wings. this of course excited warren, but terrified him at the same time. a few days later, the horrible news came.

you were on your way to warren’s room after your last class ended, happy to finally see him and the progress of his healing. as you walk into the room, you notice him laying face down on the bed, his shoulders shaking and quiet cries coming from him. immediately, you are by his side, touching his bare back gently to assure him that you’re here for him.

“(y/n),” he whimpers, sitting up and pulling you into his arms. he doesn’t say anything else, but you know, without him saying, that the outcome is not positive.

“it’s okay, war. you’ll get through this,” you whisper, feeling your own tears well in your eyes. you pull away for a moment to slide under the covers, warren following and curling up into your body right away. his arms wrap around you, holding you tightly and crying loudly. you keep your lips pressed to his forehead, whispering encouraging and positive phrases.

“i won’t be needed at the school anymore,” warren whispers after a while, his voice hoarse and almost gone.

“don’t say that. xavier wouldn’t get rid of you just because your wings are gone. there have been multiple occasions where student’s mutations either go away or weaken after something traumatic, and he keeps them because they feel at home here.” warren sighs and moves his head to look at you. a small smile appears on his face for the first time in a while.

“i love you. thank you for being here during this awful time.” you lean forward and press your lips to his in a soft, barely-there kiss. his grip on you tightens even more and he tries to deepen the kiss. after you both pull back, he rests his head in the crook of your neck, your lips falling back to his forehead.

“i love you too, war. i promised that i would be here for you no matter what. and i’m going to stay by your side the entire time.”

six

- by now, you were used to six’s crazy new life. but, that doesn’t mean it didn’t get easier every time he left. every single time he left for a mission, you were worried he wouldn’t return, just like you thought he died years ago to join them. but six was a good agent, and you knew he could handle things.

this mission, the crew are going to america to infiltrate a group of criminals terrorizing new york. this was the farthest they have ever gone, and they would be away for a month and a half or so. six was ready, but you, along with the other husbands and wives of the crew, were not.

the twelve of you threw a huge going away party, as you always do before missions, at the group’s mansion. the night was going well, but your mind was swirling with worry and sadness. and six noticed. after dinner, he pulled you aside, into your shared bedroom, and asked you about your sour mood.

“love, i’ve gone on hundreds of missions, what makes this any different?” he wonders. you grab his hands, just for comfort, and begin to explain your hesitancy.

“america is different from the u.k., or italy, dubai, ireland. americans can be much more violent and this group seems to be so awful and-” six kisses you to stop you from continuing, his hand going to the side of your neck to hold you close.

“we are going to be fine, love. this is seriously no different than our missions in the past. we know the details on these guys, and they’re not as bad as the people we had to take down in dubai. remember those people?” you nod, casting your eyes down to your lap. you would never forget that mission; it was the mission that six almost died on. the criminals put him in the hospital, thankfully with recoverable injuries, but he was there for a few weeks.

“i’m just scared that one of these times you may not come back,” you murmur, finally looking into his beautiful green eyes. his expression softens as he finds the real reason you’re worried.

“one is the best leader, he would never let anything happen to me if he can prevent it. all of us are highly trained and we know what we’re doing now. we know ways around things and how to prevent danger. you don’t need to be scared because i’ll always come back to you.” tears began to fall down your cheeks as you lean into his body, hugging him close to take in what you could. they were leaving tonight, so this would be the last time you saw him for a little while.

“i love you so much, (y/n). and i’ll be back before you know it, yeah?” you nod against his shoulder and pull back. you move in for another kiss, this time for longer. your hands hold his cheeks, softly rubbing your thumbs back and forth. six’s hands rest on your waist, squeezing gently and keeping you close to him.

neither of you want to pull away from the kiss, too caught up in the feeling of each other’s lips and trying to hold onto it for as long as possible. but, the moment was interrupted by five barging into the room, apologizing when he notices you two were a little busy.

“six, we’re leaving in a bit,” he says before walking back out and to the others. you inhale deeply, trying to prepare yourself to say goodbye.

“like i said, i promise i’ll come back to you, love. i always do. i love you, take care of yourself, yeah?”

“yeah. i love you too, six. be safe for me?”

“always am, sweetheart. now give me one more kiss goodbye before the others start yelling for me.” you chuckle and kiss him once more, this time it was more needy and longing.

“i gotta go, love,” six breaks the kiss, standing and grabbing his suitcase.

“bye, babe. i’ll miss you,” you say sadly, waving goodbye, staying put on the bed. six presses one last kiss to your lips before running out the door, not before saying bye to you as well.

“bye, my love. i’ll miss you so much more.”

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[bruciewayne]

(i won’t ever) trade my mistakes

Toddler Peter, painting a masterpiece, with a little help from his dad. superfamily, fluff, like, pure family fluff bc lbr, we all need it

uh, some of this was heavily inspired by Eight Grade (2018) so please, please check it out if you haven't, it made me cry.

read on ao3

Peter, for some reason, loved to be in Steve’s studio, not even with him, just playing on his mat with his blocks, Steve knew, despite, however, slightly, irrational it sounded, that Peter was probably safer with Tony, but he was in meetings to make up for the ones he’d missed/will be missing. So that was where he’s today, babbling under his breath, building and destroying block-towers as Steve talks back to him, about very nearly everything, and finishes off one of his paintings.

Peter seemingly got bored of his blocks, knocking them over one last time, and clamours after his father’s attention in the only way most toddlers know how: yelling.

“PAINT,” he declares, throwing his arms up, accidentally sending a couple blocks skidding across the floor.

Steve laughs, “Yeah, that’s what I’m doing right now, Pete,” he teases, but he washes up his brushes and sits across from Peter, tossing a block between his hands.

Peter watches him and scoots forwards, patting his hand on Steve’s, giggling maniacally when the block falls out of his hands, and Steve never thought that it was possible to love as much he does Peter and Tony, and every time he sees them laughs or smile he’s reminded of just how lucky he is. He scoops Peter up in his arms and peppers his face with kisses, laughing as he does.

Eventually, Peter stops giggling and starts squirming to be set down. Steve kisses him on the forehead and lets him go, watching as he speed-crawls to his Box of Stuff, picks out a tube of child-friendly (non-toxic and edible, because their child was an absolute disaster of a tiny human, whose current first instinct is to put things in his mouth) paint and waves it at Steve frantically.

Painting it is.

“Ok, bud,” Steve says, getting up to find paper or som, brushing his hands over Peter’s curly hair when he passes him picking out all of his paints. A huge canvas catches his eye, why not.

He drags it over and lays it in front of Peter, who’s lined up his paint tubes in a vague rainbow, “Go crazy,” he says, sitting across from him again, leaning his elbows on his knees, after Peter looks up at him, slightly confused.

Peter, Steve and his husband’s, wonderful, beautiful, amazing son, uses all of his sense and previous life experience, to lift up a tube of red paint, bangs it on the canvas and then puts the corner of it in his mouth, chewing on it, looking up at Steve proudly.

Steve loves him so, so much. He laughs and drags him into his lap, turning him so he faces the canvas and guides his hands so he clicks opens the tube. Peter looks up at him, unsure for a second. “Whatever you want, Pete,” Steve says, kissing his head. Peter nods to himself, looking down at the paint, and then squeezes as hard as he can, moving his arms in circles, sending paint flying everywhere, mostly in one corner of the canvas.

Peter crawls out of Steve's lap and spreads the paint with his hands keeping it mostly on one corner, crawling over the canvas when he couldn’t reach the other side, getting red paint all over his Winnie the Pooh onesie.

Steve opens the rest of the tubes and sets them out when Peter’s done with the red, he picks up the blue next, squeezing out all of it next to the red and spreads it with his arms and hands.

When some of the red mixes with the blue and makes purple, he’s absolutely mesmerised, swiping more blue into the red and looking up at Steve, proud and giggling every single time he does.

Steve’s never been prouder in his entire life.

After a while, Peter hands Steve the yellow and then holds his hands out expectantly. Steve raises his eyebrows, “You want something?” he teases. “Yellow,” Peter says, insistently, shoving his hands out more, “p’ease,” he adds, at Steve’s look.

“I guess so,” Steve relents, brushing his curly hair back, laughing when Peter squirms and hits his hands on Steve’s knees.

When Peter finally gets the paint on his hands, he immediately slams his hands on the canvas, squealing excitedly when some of it made orange and some of it made green, looking up at Steve in amazement.

“Papa, papa!” Peter says, hitting Steve on his leg to get his attention, turning his jeans yellow, “Look!” he carries on, excitedly. “Yeah, Pete, you’re doing so well,” Steve says, not caring that the paint probably wasn’t going to come out, not even trying to hide the warmth in his voice, his heart exploding when Peter grins up at him, proud.

Peter carries on, talking to himself as he mixes and spreads paint around, Steve occasionally talking to him and agreeing with him, but mostly just letting him do what he wanted, watching as he puts green and purple at the top of the canvas and the bottom, puts red and yellow on one side and blue on another, swirling the colours.

Eventually, when he’s done, he crawls back into Steve’s lap and smears his hands over Steve’s face, cackling as he does. Steve laughs but doesn’t try to stop him, how could he when his and Tony’s son was laughing and looking at him like that?

“You’re meant to paint the canvas, not your papa,” Steve tries, because Tony accused him of letting Peter do pretty much whatever he wanted, despite everyone thinking that Tony would be the one to.

“Das daddy ‘n you ‘n y’ fightin’ th’ bad guys,” Peter says, pointing at different parts of his painting, snuggling into Steve, “‘cause y’guys a’ways beat ‘em,” he carries on, through a yawn.

“Yeah, we do, Pete, we do the dangerous stuff to keep you safe,” Steve replies softly, gently shifting him so he was cradled in his arms and getting up, rocking him gently when he sticks his thumb in his mouth.

Peter carries on babbling through yawns and around his thumb, clutching Steve’s shirt with his other hand, mumbling about Iron Man and Captain America.

“Yeah, you’re right Petey,” Steve says softly, walking over to the floor-to-ceiling windows that they’d found out that Peter loved looking out of them whenever he was falling asleep, “your dad’s pretty great.”

Peter agrees with him with a cheer and tries to snuggle closer and bury himself in Steve’s chest. “Yeah, he really is,” Steve says, looking down into Peter’s big, brown eyes, struck once again, by just how much he looks like Tony and how innocent and trusting he is, “he’s the best guy I know.”

“I thought Pete would’a taken over that spot by now,” Steve hears behind him, warmth and love spreading in his chest at an almost-definitely Pavlovian response to his husband’s voice. Steve turns around to face him, grin already forming, “You’re tied,” he says, as Peter waves his hands at Tony.

“Hey kiddo,” Tony says softly, coming up to them, running his hands through Peter’s hair and then leans up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to Steve’s cheek, “hey darling,” he says to Steve, just before he kisses him near-breathless, breaking up because Peter starts patting Tony on the head to get his attention.

“Yeah, Peter Pan?” Tony asks, still leaning into Steve.

“We painted!” He says happily, all thoughts of a nap abolished and attempting to sit up in Steve’s arms. He points over at the painting on the floor and they all move towards it.

“What did you paint Petey-pie?” Tony asks.

“‘S you ‘n papa fightin’ th’ baddies!” Peter says arms flailing wildly as he gestures to all of his painting. Tony takes in the painting and is suddenly overcome with so many emotions he barely knows how to deal with it. His and his husband’s son made a painting of them, keeping the world, and most importantly, Peter safe.

“Steve,” he says, his voice cracking, turning in his arms to face both of them.

“Yeah, I know,” Steve says, smiling and kissing him, “you’re his hero, y’know. Mine too.”

“Steve,” Tony says, tears shining in his eyes, “you can’t just-- god I love you, both of you, so, so much, it’s-- all of it, everything, was worth it, for this, for you and Peter.”

Steve wraps his arm around him, bringing him in and presses a kiss to his forehead, “Don’t think that for a second it isn’t the exact same for me,” he says.

Peter had no idea what’s going on but he’s warm and comfortable and maybe, possibly a little tired. A nap seems like a good idea.

Later, when they’ve put Peter to bed, in a new onesie, after reading him story after story, and they’re lying in their own bed, Steve kissing every single inch of Tony’s body, he realises, for maybe the millionth time that day, just how lucky he is.

Even later, years and years down the line, Peter asks Steve why he has modern art in their living room, when he’s made it very clear exactly what his opinions are of modern art.

“...I mean, that’s been there ever since I can remember,” Peter says, gesturing to a colourful mess of a painting, dated some 13 years back, “and you and dad don’t like modern art, so why’s it there?”

“It’s not modern art Peter Pan,” Steve says, sitting down next to him, “you made it.”

“Why’s it up there though?” Peter asks, he knows that his dads have kept every single thing he’s ever made, but only this one is above the mantel, and he can’t understand why they’d keep something a baby made, especially when pops was an artist.

“A long time ago, someone asked me, if I could go back in time and fix my mistakes, what I would fix, at the time, I couldn’t tell them, at the time, I’d made so many I didn’t know where to start, but the day you made that, I realised that everything I’d ever done led me here, with you and your dad, if the tiniest thing had changed, I might not be here, with either of you, and that’s not a world I want to live in. That painting reminds of that.”

“And here I thought I was the sappy one, and I’m pretty sure that I asked you that,” someone says behind them. Over 20 years, more than two decades, and the feeling of happiness and love never faded when he heard Tony’s voice.

“Hey honey,” he says, tilting his head back, “how much did you hear?” He asks, sending dizzying deja vu through his mind.

Tony grins, knowing exactly what he’s thinking of, “Enough,” he says softly, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss Peter on the head and then coming round to kiss Steve, sticking his tongue out at Peter when he made retching noises.

“Tony, dear, you’re the father,” Steve says, teasingly, wrapping an arm around him and kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, I am,” he says softly, looking at both of them.

“Yeah, you’re the sappy one,” Peter says, grinning.

“He's the one who hung your painting,” Tony protests, purely for the reason of saving face, knowing that neither of them were going to believe it.

“Because you can’t reach that high,” Steve quips back, grinning at Peter when he laughs and Tony whines that his family have turned on him, burrowing into Steve’s side and wrinkling his nose at Peter.

Peter glances at the clock and immediately stands up, “Fuck - sorry dad - I’m late for Ned.”

“Ok, Pete, call us when you get there,” Steve says, handing him his phone and his hoodie when he starts frantically patting down his pockets for it.

“Thanks pop, bye!” he calls behind him, practically running out.

They watch him go and Tony snuggles closer to Steve, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “You think we did ok with him,” he asks, tracing patterns over his thighs.

“I look at him, and, I see this incredible young man, that painting, when he made it, before that, when he was still so, new and tiny and breakable, I was so, so terrified that he wasn’t going to be okay, I knew that we’d both try our hardest, and that you’d be the better one, from the very beginning, god, I was terrified that I’d mess it up and this little guy, who had such a future, wouldn’t get it because of some fucked up soldier from the past, but when he made it, seeing at him so happy and free, it’s the same day that I realised that, whatever he was going to do, he was going to be okay, and I stopped being scared,” Steve says, “and I think we did pretty good.”

Tony looks up at his husband, eyes shining, "Yeah, we did."

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[urwarriorangel]

‘tis the season (thor odinson au)

person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)

w: language, insecurity, slight smut but not really, um thor mfing odinson??? (no gifs are mine)

a/n: hello! i’m going to try to get as many christmas/december themed fics out while i can bc a bitch is determined!! i really hope you guys enjoy this bc i do. i love thor <3 also i’m doing a 2018 fic rec list, so please submit your recs here <3 as always please let me know what you think and click here to read my tony stark christmas au!

You have spent all day decorating your place to be fit enough for a Christmas party. You’ve hung up lights, put up mistletoe, bought ingredients for a gingerbread house, made some hot and cold holiday drinks.

And it’s finally time for Wanda to come over and just watch things while you shower and get ready for the party. But, of course, she has a trick up her sleeve you had no idea about.

At three o’clock, you hear your doorbell ring and you run over to open the door: hair up in a messy bun, flower painting your cheeks, cropped t-shirt just barely covering your tidbits, sweatpants probably the only decent thing about you… minus the syrup stain on your sweet mid roll.

“Wanda! I was scared you wouldn’t come! You didn’t respond to any of my--” You finally look up and feel your heart in your throat. Turns out, it’s not Wanda it’s-- “Thor!”

“Y/N,” he gives you a big smile, eyes appreciatively running down your length. “Did Wanda not tell you that I would be coming in her place today?”

He walks past you into your apartment and you have to force your jaw shut before closing your door and making your way to him.

“No, Wanda didn’t tell me anything. Was she busy?”

“She sent me an urgent message this morning, saying nothing more than ‘something came up, go to y/n’s at 3’ and so here I am,” he turns around to face you, his normally happy face turning into one of concern as soon as he sees your less than excited face. “Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“No, it’s not,” you pout and run a hand through your already messy hair. “Wanda was supposed to come in and keep an eye on the place while I shower and get ready for the night. Wanda why?”

You walk around your place, groaning and slowly cleaning everything up. You know why Wanda asked Thor, the god of fucking THUNDER and FERTILITY, to come here. Thor, of all people. She knows you have a crush on him and this has to be a part of some trick that she has to get you two together.

While you’re fuming to yourself, Thor just watches you. He tries his best not to stare at your slight underboob reveal every time you bend over to pick something up. He appreciates the way the sweatpants cling to your waist, chuckles at the bit of syrup you’ve gotten on your blessed tummy roll. He can’t seem to get enough of you. But when you catch him staring, he has to think fast.

“Well I’m sure I could keep an eye on your apartment. I won’t set any fires. I’ll stay out of your way,” he shrugs and your eyes rest on his shoulders for a second too long. “Y/N?”

“Y-Yes?” Your eyes meet his and you swear you can see a smirk on his face, but it’s gone before you can blink.

“I said I will happily keep an eye on the apartment. I will finish cleaning up, it seems as though you’ve done everything else humanly possible to make your place look christmassy,” he shrugs looking around. “I’ve got this. Trust me.”

You look around, contemplating whether or not to take Thor up on his offer, not that you had much choice but still.

“Fine,” you bite your lip and Thor’s eyes catch the action before quickly looking away. “I’m sorry you got roped into this, Thor. I swear if I wasn’t covered in flour in places I’d rather not say, I swear I wouldn’t make you do this.”

“It’s no worries, Y/N,” he smiles at you and both your hearts skip a beat, his because he imagined the parts of you covered in flour and yours because his smile alone could make you do ungodly things.

“Thank you again,” you smile and move closer, standing on your tippy toes to kiss the now blushing god. “I’ll be back very soon.”

You walk away and as soon as you’re out of the room, Thor lets out a soft sigh. He’s finding it harder to control himself than he originally thought. The young witch knew of his feelings for you. She had to have. How else would she have known to call him instead of any number of worthier Avengers?

But the second he thinks of anyone else seeing you like this-messy, lovely, so entirely warm-his hands fist up at his sides. No. He’s so very glad that Wanda chose him. He shakes his head and  notices a mistletoe that’s fallen on the floor and puts it up against a slightly hidden wall in the hopes of maybe pinning you against it and taking you then and there.

After somewhat coming to terms with his feelings, Thor takes off his coat and starts cleaning up.  He wipes down countertops, quickly vacuums the living room, puts everything in what he assumes is its place, and stands in the kitchen, looking proudly at his masterpiece.

“Wow,” you whisper, from right outside the bathroom-Thor’s massive arms are the first thing you see as soon as you step out and you can’t stop the admiration from all but pouring out of you.

Thor’s throat dries up as his eyes land on you. You’re dressed in a bathrobe, wet hair falling across your shoulders and back and down your chest, eyes wide as you stare at him unabashedly. He swallows a moan once he sees your hardened peaks through your thick robe, was it really that cold?

The doorbell rings once, breaking you of your initial trance but now your eyes meet and neither of you can seem to look away. Were his eyes always this stormy? Were yours so warm and honey-like?

The doorbells rings again and this time you’re pulled apart by the reality of it all: Thor was here to help you clean up… in place of Wanda… who’s probably now here for your party.

Your eyes widen and a small gasp leaves you as Thor clears his throat, very clearly trying to adjust his pants. Your cheeks are burning red and you turn on your heel just as the bell rings again.

Thor whispers a “fuck” under his breath as he readies himself to open the door.

Once you make it to your room, you take a second to calm your heart. Thor was adjusting himself… because of you. Thank you, Wanda.

You quietly scream into your hands and get ready as fast as you can. You put on some very little, glowy makeup, put up your hair in a half bun, wear a typical small red dress and some gold heels before finally walking out to greet your friends.

You feel confident, the dress definitely helping matters as you walk into the living room and do everything in your power to avoid Thor’s gaze, which you can feel on you.

“I see you guys have all gotten comfortable,” you raise your brows at Peter and Steve who both have way too much whipped cream in their mouths and not enough on their hot chocolate.

“Well we had to,” Wanda smirks, walking up to you. “You weren’t here to welcome us.”

“Not, but Thor was,” you look over to the god and give him a thankful smile before looking back at Wanda. “Which is more than I can say for you.”

“What, did my plan backfire?” She smirks at you and your eyes widen immediately and Thor’s head turns to the two of you.

“What plan?” He raises a brow, studying you as you subtly shake your head at Wanda.

“The plan to get you two idiots together,” she smiles and your cheeks redden.

For a moment, there’s silence. You feel your heart beating out of your chest as Wanda looks at you, slightly concerned. Thor’s eyebrows haven’t come down since Wanda’s confession and just as everyone else starts asking questions, you decide to speak up.

“You all stay here, I’ll be right back with some spiked cider,” you give everyone a tight smile and head to the secret corner at the far end of your kitchen.

The cider’s not there, but you need a moment to collect yourself. So Wanda wasn’t busy this morning, she sent Thor because she knew about your crush on him. Thor, who probably doesn’t have a crush on you. Thor who was just entertaining Wanda. You feel silly: silly for thinking Thor is into you, silly for wearing this damn dress that’s probably doing you no favors.

You feel a couple tears creep up and while you’re trying to swallow them down, you don’t notice Thor. So when he places his hands on your cheeks, you’re startled.

“Why are you crying?” His voice is soft and you’re immediately comforted, and at the thought, your tears fall freely. How could they not?

Thor’s heart softens at the sight of your tears, at the way your wide eyes trusted him immediately.

“Hey,” he presses a kiss against your forehead and you whimper. How could a man the size of him be so soft, so caring?

“S-Sorry,” you murmur and pull back with a  thin smile, steadfastly wiping away the few tears that manage to escape. “I’m okay.”

“Is that so?” His hands move down to your waist and they wrap around you, give a new meaning to the word home.

“Y-yeah,” you ignore the shiver that runs down your spine and lean back against the wall.

“So,” Thor’s eyes move up and he smirks for a split second before looking back down at you. “Why were you crying then?”

“Just feeling silly I suppose,” you shrug and look down, hands instinctively moving to his neckline and you play with his buttons to avoid any questions.

“Why silly?” He furrows his brows and you bite your bottom lip to keep it from trembling. “Hey.” 

One of his hands moves to cup your face, thumb slowly pulling your bottom lip out of your mouth. His free hand pulls you in closer and all sane thoughts leave you as you take in the proximity.

“Tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it,” he whispers gruffly, trying not to get lost in you.

“It’s a lifelong battle, Thor. No fault of yours,” you shake your head and he moves his head lower, bringing a gasp out of you as he nuzzles his nose against yours.

“Why do you feel silly, sweet angel?” He kisses the side of your mouth and you pout at the action or lack thereof.

“I feel silly because of this,” your lips brush against his as he speaks and he stiffens for a moment before pulling back, confused. “I feel silly because Wanda knows I have a crush on you. She bothered you, sent you here, because I have a crush on you.”

“Why do you feel silly about having a crush on me?” You look up at him and can see the hurt in his eyes.

“Because look at you, Thor,” you smile softly as you study him, raising a hand to trace his face. “You’re perfect. You’re a god: a powerful, kind, so incredibly beautiful god.”

“And what about you?” His brows furrow again as he realizes that you think *you’re the issue*, not him.

“What about me?” You look down again, doing your best to keep yourself covered as Thor now studies you.

“You’re incredible,” he pushes you back a little further until your back hits the wall and your breath is knocked out of you. “Your lips,” his thumb traces your mouth, teasing it inside for a second and pulling back before he loses his fucking mind. “Your sweet smelling hair,” his hand moves up and bunches your hair in a fist. “Your spine and the way it arches when I’m watching you,” his head moves down and on instinct, your back arches. His fingers teasingly trace down your back and you whimper against his open mouth. “Jesus, fuck. And this,” his hands move up and around to lay flat against your chest. “Your precious fucking heart. I can’t get enough of it, of you.”

He leans forward, gently, lovingly pressing his lips against yours. His hand move down your chest, barely skimming where you needed him most, and finally wrapping them both around your waist.

“Don’t ever,” he kisses your jaw, your neck, your nose, your collarbones. “Ever think you aren’t more than worthy. You are. You’re everything. And if you ever need a reminder, please let me know.”

You nod, unable to stop looking at those lips. And the way the quirk up when he notices.

“I’m glad you’re in the mood to kiss again because guess what?” He tilts your head up and you see a small bundle of mistletoe. “‘Tis the season, as they say.”

[t0m0kii]

1-99

you think this is a game anon? you send in 1-99 i’m gonna do 1-99 so HERE WE H*CKING GO

“1) Sexuality?”

bi! even tho i’m not attracted to many boys (and i actually only seriously like one) i still consider myself to be a groovy bisexual

“2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?”

any of the monkees! but also paul mccartney!

“3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.”

here’s an excerpt from the nearest book, ‘‘the everything reading music book’‘: “The terms measure and bar can be used in place of one another - they mean the same thing.” very educational!

“4) What do you think about most?”

it’s probably pathetic but i probably think about story concepts the most! either that or monkees stuff but sometimes they can be the same thing

“5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?”

my latest text is from my dude sean a.k.a joj-n-ringo who said that he sent me loads of asks about nwa but somehow i didn’t get any of them 

“6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?”

always with! sleeping naked is weird and plus i hate my body and don’t wanna look at it SKJALKJAKLHDKSJLKN

“7) What’s your strangest talent?”

i dunno! i don’t really have any weird talents!

“8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)”

girls…are neat! boys…are also neat!

“9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?”

no one’s ever written me a song but i’ve had friends write me poems before! it’s nice and i love it

“10) When is the last time you played the air guitar?”

hm……when’s the last time i listened to joe walsh’s life’s been good……………probably then!

“11) Do you have any strange phobias?”

i don’t know if it counts as a phobia but i get really bothered when i see shirtless pics of people and their ribs are visible like idk what it is but eeeee i don’t like it

“12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?”

not that i can remember, lmao

“13) What’s your religion?”

i’m not like a diehard religion fanatic but i was raised christian and still sorta stand by it yknow

“14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?”

looking at the area around me, even if i’ve seen the place a thousand times, i’m always just lookin around lmao

“15) Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?”

it depends! mostly i like being in front tho jdhbkjfhdjfls

“16) Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?”

the monkees! those four idiots have my whole heart

“17) What was the last lie you told?”

my mom asked me if i did my homework yesterday and i lied and said i did it at school BUT I DID DO MOST OF IT THERE SO WHEN I BROUGHT IT HOME I DIDN’T HAVE A LOT TO DO

“18) Do you believe in karma?”

i guess so! what goes around comes around i’d suppose

“19) What does your URL mean?”

it’s named somewhat after my favorite anime character tomoko kuroki bc i love her and she’s a big mood

“20) What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?”

i think my greatest weakness would be that i jump to conclusions without any reason yknow but i think my biggest strength would be either my writing abilities or my ability to sorta see through people and see exactly what type of person they are

“21) Who is your celebrity crush?”

davy jones !!!!!! i love him so much !!!!!!!!!!

“22) Have you ever gone skinny dipping?”

hELL NO i would never i’m way too modest for that sjsklaskjdkbfnj

“23) How do you vent your anger?”

usually i talk to someone about it who’d understand but sometimes when i don’t want to bug anyone i just scribble it all down

“24) Do you have a collection of anything?”i have a record collection! and a cd and tape collection, i mostly just collect music stuff kshsjlbsjk

“25) Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?”

i don’t really like either but i prefer talking on the phone!

“26) Are you happy with the person you’ve become?”

not entirely

“27) What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?”

i hate the sound of babies screaming like i don’t hate children but uGH it kills my ears and a sound i love is the sound of tambourines! i love those lil things they do a good noise

“28) What’s your biggest “what if”?”

what if it’s all for nothing (this could apply to several things)

“29) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?”

i dunno about aliens but i think there are ghosts! i’d love to be friends with a ghost like. imagine

“30) Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.”

with my right i touch my phone first! and with my left i touch my 3ds 

“31) Smell the air. What do you smell?”

it smells like……………………………..air

“32) What’s the worst place you have ever been to?”

i dunno i’ve never really been anywhere super terrible 

“33) Choose East Coast or West Coast?”

uhhh east?

“34) Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?”

DAVY JONES OF COURSEEEEE

“35) To you, what is the meaning of life?”

to give it meaning

“36) Define Art.”

art is whatever you make it tbh, something that inspires

“37) Do you believe in luck?”

i guess! even tho i have the worst luck ever

“38) What’s the weather like right now?”

cold and windy it SUCKS

“39) What time is it?”

at the time of writing this answer it’s 8:37 pm!

“40) Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?”

i’m too young to drive so i’ve never done it bsjhklskjdvbfjdsk

“41) What was the last book you read?”

i admit i write more than i read but i believe the last time i read a book was yesterday when i was reading one of my how-to-read-sheet-music books from the library

“42) Do you like the smell of gasoline?”

i can tolerate it but i wouldn’t want to sit and smell it for hours

“43) Do you have any nicknames?”

not really! if you gave me one that’d be neat

“44) What was the last movie you saw?”

last time i watched a movie was when i rewatched the beatles movie ‘‘help!’‘ it’s a rlly good movie i love it

“45) What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?”

uh once i broke my arm in kindergarten but i think that’d be it

“46) Have you ever caught a butterfly?”

like in a net? no but i’d really like tooooo i think it’d be neat

“47) Do you have any obsessions right now?”

MONKEESSSSSS I’VE BEEN HYPERFIXING ON THE MONKEES FOR NEARLY A YEAR NOW I JUST LOVE THOSE FOUR DUMBASSES ESPECIALLY THE SHORT ONE THAT TALKS FUNNY

“48) What’s your sexual orientation?”

i’m a girl! born a girl and i have stayed a girl since. wild

“49) Ever had a rumor spread about you?”

not that i know of sjhskdksl is that a good thing??

“50) Do you believe in magic?”

perhaps it’s out there and someone’s just keeping it to themselves WHICH WOULD SUCK BC GIVE ME SOME MAGIC YOU FUCK

“51) Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?”

i forgive but never forget

“52) What is your astrological sign?”

since i was born on november 8th i’d be a scorpio!

“53) Do you save money or spend it?”

i’m terrible at saving money but i’m a wiz at spending it

“54) What’s the last thing you purchased?”

my monkees shirt! i love that thing even tho it was 90 dollars on etsy but lemme tell ya it’s 90 dollars well spent

“55) Love or lust?”

love !!!!!!!!!!

“56) In a relationship?”

in my daydream universe i’m the lovely intelligent wife of davy jones but in reality i’m a lonely bitch skjfhdsjflsj;fdkk

“57) How many relationships have you had?”

i had a boyfriend for a week in kindergarten but only because he recognized me from sunday school and i’ve never had a relationship since

“58) Can you touch your nose with your tongue?”

no and i can’t believe people can do that but some people can’t like HUH

“59) Where were you yesterday?”

i wasn’t anywhere near the crime scene officer i swear

“60) Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?”

on my desk next to my coaster is my pink rubber bracelet with a peter tork quote on it! and that’s not very far away so it counts!

“61) Are you wearing socks right now?”

the only time i’m not wearing socks is when i’m in the shower so yes

“62) What’s your favorite animal?”

the red panda !!!! i love those funky little dudes !!!!!!!

“63) What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?”

i really would not know my dude i mean just being myself i guess?? bold of you to assume people like me

“64) Where is your best friend?”

probably at their house being the greatest best friend ever

“65) Spit or swallow?(;”

i think when you’re brushing your teeth you literally have to spit you can’t just swallow that shit what the fuck if i find someone who does that i’ll ascend

“66) What is your heritage?”

i don’t really know! i mean i’m about as white as a piece of paper so

“67) What were you doing last night at 12 AM?”

i told you before officer i wasn’t out doing illegal actions ((nah but seriously i was watching youtube i think))

“68) What do you think is Satan’s last name?”

bofa

“69) Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?”

honestly i never remember where my bus stop is i always just look out the window and see my house and i’m like oh shit time to skidaddle so i mostly rely on the bus driver for that. thanks bus driver

((yeah))

“70) Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?”

i think being friends with me would be alright maybe!

“71) You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?”

man fuck that guy i’m saving that fuckin dog then i’ll just show up with the dog and everyone will think it’s so cute that i won’t get fired. problem solved!

“72) You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?”

i guess everyone would already know but i’d finish everything i’d need to like writing projects and stuff, i’d make sure i’d do everything i need to before i had to die 

“73) You can only have one of these things; trust or love.”

where there’s trust there’s love so trust!

“74) What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?”

looking for the good times by the monkees never fails to make me smile! i just love davy a lot

“75) What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?”

7644! 

“76) In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?”

a good relationship starts with a good friendship yknow. you have to be able to love and appreciate the person you’re with and accept them the way they are and not try to change them too much. and it also sorta all relies on trust. if you can trust who you’re with, you’re good to go. and if you feel like you’re unable to call them out when they do wrong or if they do/say something really bad and you just let it slide then that’s not good in a relationship i’d say

“77) How can I win your heart?”

be nice

“78) Can insanity bring on more creativity?”

maybe just a small, small amount but not a lot

“79) What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?”

deciding to listen to the monkees tbh bc !!! i love em !!!! have i mentioned this !!!!

“80) What size shoes do you wear?”

like size 11 or somethin like that

“81) What would you want to be written on your tombstone?”

“bury me shallow because i’ll be back”

“82) What is your favorite word?”

my favorite word would probably be “lovely” bc it’s so fuckin !! good !!!!!!!

“83) Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.”

i always hear the word in davy’s voice and the way he says it LKDSLSKS he goes “h a h t” it’s cute

“84) What is a saying you say a lot?”

“it be like that sometimes”

“85) What’s the last song you listened to?”

everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears! listening to it as i answer this actually

“86) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?”

blue! really any shade of blue but especially light blue!

“87) What is your current desktop picture?”

i’ve said monkees too many times in this post but. them

“88) If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?”

the president bc he sucks

“89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?”

if someone outside of the internet asked if i were gay i think i’d be a little scared to answer bc yknow my whole family is homophobic and all that and sometimes you never can tell who is and who isn’t

“90) One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?”

introduce myself bc even if i’m scared i’m not about to be impolite

“91) You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?”

time travel !!!! they call me TIME TRAVELING PRODUCE AISLE 

“92) You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?”

maybe a half hour of my first concert! it was a blast

“93) You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?”

developing depression

“94) You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?”

DAVY FUCKIN JONES but would we still see eachother afterwards is the question

“95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?”

manchester, england !!!!!!! i really want to go and i actually kinda wanna move there someday

“96) Do you have any relatives in jail?”

not that i know of i sure hope not lmao

“97) Have you ever thrown up in the car?”

once a long time ago

“98) Ever been on a plane?”

never bc my mom is super scared of heights and scared of planes and tbh i kinda don’t really like planes i prefer boats

“99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?”

i’d say listen to papa gene’s blues by the monkees and listen to mike nesmith go “yeeeeeehawwwww !!!!!!”

this took me an hour thanks anon

[starlight-parkers]

Being a Wayne and Dating Peter Paker Would Include:

*gif belongs to spiderling-parker*

Author’s Notes(s): hey cuties! Someone requested this a while ago and I completely forgot that it was in my drafts. Just a side note requests are closed! See my latest post for more info xx

Summary: You just so happen to be dating Peter Parker, but what happens when your freakily overprotective brother’s find out?

Warning(s): swearing and fluff

Being a Wayne and Dating Peter Parker would include:

so like

we all know that the Wayne’s have been through some tough shit

So y’all are really closely knit

That being said, you have four really overprotective brothers who would do anything to stop you from dating.

PsSh

That never stopped you honey ️

So let’s say, you’ve been dating Peter for around a year.

He’s never been to your house or even met your family bc you know™️ he wouldn’t last a second around your brothers

“(Y/N)? Why haven’t I met your family? Don’t you think it’s kinda weird?”

“Peter honey, if you value your life, you won’t ask questions.”

One day his curiosity gets the best of him and he ends up at your address.

Big mistake™️

Curiosity killed the cat bro

Unfortunately for him, you’re not the one who opens the door.

So smol bby boy peter’s quaking in his boots when short stack Damian appears at the door with a scowl on his face.

“Who the fuck are you?”

*in the distance* “Damian don’t fucking swear”

“JASON GOD DAMMIT, DAMI WHOS AT THE DOOR??”

So then Jason, Dick and Dami are all at the door and poor bby Peter kinda stutters out a response.

“Uh hi, I’m peter. (Y/N)’s boyfriend”

LOLOL

Before anyone knew what was happening Damian’s launching himself at Peter who kinda does his spidey thing and backflips into a tree or some shit

And Jay + Dick who are holding Dami back are kinda like wtf

They accidentally let go of their younger brother who’s basically barking up a tree at your almost sobbing boyfriend

And Tim kinda just walks up to the front door with a coffee in hand

Takes one look at the situation

Sips his coffee

And goes back inside bc a bitch ain’t involved

So that’s how Peter met your family.

Dick Grayson:

the nice brother™️

would probably try to suppress his other protective brother mode

would lowkey be the biggest shipper ever

When dick meets peter it’s probably like:

       - “oh (Y/N) he’s so cute!!”

       - “LoOK at hIM heS adorABle”

Peter doesn’t know whether he should be scared or he should be relieved

Dick totally supervises your dates

Or tries to

He’ll probably be sitting at the back of the cafe you’re in and Peter points him out like

“Uh... M-mr Grayson we can see you”

*face palm*

Probably holds hands with you both after that.

Finds you and peter’s relationship very cute

Sometimes you wonder if he’s the one dating Peter

They’re always on ‘friend dates’

Probably been on more dates with Peter than you have

“Dick buddy, I’m gonna need my boyfriend back”

“You can’t separate us sis, this is true love”

Jason Todd:

the cool brother™️

probably gives the “if you hurt her, I’ll find you talk”

He’ll like, take Peter to his weapons room or something and be like “see this baby here, she’s my favourite. First time I shot right through some guy’s skull”

And you’re just there with rolling eyes like “oh my god Jason”

And poor Peter would be so shook™️

But you’d be all cute holding hands and brushing your fingers over his knuckles to calm him

Jay would gag

You’d get to a particular weapon and Petey would point to it “Natasha has that”

“Natasha as in, the, blackwidow?”

And Peter would look at you with a confused gaze and you’d shrug as he nodded to Jason

Jason would scream™️

Blackwidow fanboy at your service fam

He’d go on regular trips to see the  avengers  with Peter just to meet Natasha

Would probably cry

He’s really chill after that tbh

Would probably regularly take you and Peter for ice cream

Does not enjoy watching you guys suck face

Pretends to throw up most of the time

“If you guys kiss in front of me one more time I’ll probably die for the second time”

Tim Drake:

The fanboy brother™️

I feel like Tim probably knew you were dating someone he just didn’t know that it was the sPidErMaN

Probably did a whole background check on Peter before he even got to the front door.

He’d be the only brother who’s actually nervous to meet your boyfriend

So before pete even opens his mouth, Tim’s just spewing information about him like

“Peter Benjamin Parker. Age 16”

“Born July 1st, favourite colour blue and -“

“Tim... Tim you’re scaring him”

“Right sorry”

You’d leave for like a brief second to grab a drink and when you come back they’re both nerding out over tech

It’s actually adorable seeing both of your boys getting excited over Peter’s webshooters and stuff

You totally don’t take pictures

On the nights you’d have dates Peter would show up like two hours early just to sit with Tim and talk about Wayne and Tony’s tech

Call it a gossip circle if you will

“Oh hi Petey! I wasn’t expecting you for a little while-“

“Yeah, I’m here to see Tim?”

-_-

Like Jay, I don’t think he’d appreciate you guys’ PDA

he’d probably be fine with it after a few shots of espresso

Damian Wayne:

The intimidating brother™️

First of all, let’s get this straight.

He won’t admit it, but Dami adores you. He loves you more than anything.

As his older sister, you’ve always been there to protect him. You made him feel at home.

So in his mind, Damian basically lives to protect you. He views you as the only pure thing in this world and would do anything to preserve that.

You’ve had your heart broken before and Dami hated to see you go through such a heartbreak

So forgive him for being a little overprotective

Hahaha

Did I say little? I meant a lot

When he first meets Peter, shit hits the fan.

He just doesn’t like the way Peter holds your hand so confidently and tbh he really wants to rip it off.

He does everything he can to deter Peter from dating you but for some reason it’s not working

But he can tell he’s wearing away at Peter

Then one day your boyfriend asks to spar with dami

And you, Tim, Dick and Jay all share a look

So both boys start getting ready to spar and Dami takes it a little more seriously

Peter’s reflexes are much quicker though, since he’s spidey and all so that pisses your younger brother off

so he starts getting angry

Suddenly, it’s not sparing anymore and instead it’s literally peter fending for his life as Damian tries to kill him.

So you scream.

And everyone drops everything and you kinda run off with Peter hot on your heels.

You completely shut down on both of them bc two ppl you really cared about almost hurt each other

Peter shows up at the Manor one day, looking for Dami who almost slams the door shut when he sees your boyfriend

And he’s like “look, I don’t know why you hate me but you mean so much to (Y/N) and I know how much it would mean to her if we got a long, she speaks so highly of you and I just- I want to get to know you.”

And Damian’s like shit, because he doesn’t hate Peter, he never did. He was just scared of losing you to heartbreak again.

“I didn’t hate you, in fact I find you quite um” *struggles to say the word likeable*

“Likeable?”

“No that’s too strong a word”

And Peter just smiled bc even though he won’t admit it, he knows that Damian doesn’t mind him.

Extras:

Never being allowed to go up to your room alone

one of your brothers are always watching.

Always.

The boys will literally freak out if Peter has even onE tiny bruise. They always think it’s a hicky.

“wHaTs wRonG witH yoU (Y/N)??”

“What did I do?”

“I can’t believe you, tainting Peter’s innocence like that”

“OH MY GOD JAY THE BRUISE IS ON HIS LEG HE FELL DOWN THE STAIRS”

At least one of your brothers third wheeling on dates

It’s mostly Dick

They’ll literally hold hands with you guys and sit at the table at restaurants

When you go to the cinema they all wanna sit next to Peter bc apparently you talk too much during movies

The boys waiting outside of school for flash when they find out he’s been bothering Peter

Everyone hanging out in the bat cave to talk about “manly things” when really they’re just gossiping about girls

You totally don’t try and spy on these

It totally doesn’t work rIP

Your brothers have a mental break down when you and Peter get into a fight

They act like you guys are divorced parents

Will do anything in their power to get you back together again

You probably already have tbh

You just like watching them freak out over you guys

Overall you all have a really good relationship

Peter is the first boy you’ve ever loved

And you’re really happy that your brothers like him. It means a lot.

[forzalando]

Taking Chances ~ James Potter

(read the bolded part of the author’s note before you read the fic) 

A/N: holy fuck this is so long, I started writing and literally couldn’t stop. I love this so much and I hope you guys do too omg wow I LOVE this. it’s the longest thing I’ve written so far. like this literally took me hours oh GOSH I hope you all like it! especially the anon that requested a James fic. you said you trusted me to choose the plot so I hope I created something you love! this is an AU! they’ve already graduated Hogwarts, are 21-22ish, Remus and James are professors at Hogwarts, and Sirius is just traveling the world bc he’s mfn Sirius Black. yes I did steal part of the Zac Efron/Ashley Tisdale scene from The Suite Life of Zack and Cody but changed some words, so all credit to the creators of the show for that scene.

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Request: waitwait requests are open? how did i not know?? anyway, could i perhaps request a james potter imagine and leave the plot up to you? i trust you with this and really love your writing💛

Warnings: language, implied smut, angst, anger, stupid James, uh I think that’s it :)

Word Count: 2.7k

@thoseofgreatambition I promised to tag you, so here is your tag :)) leeann also helped me come up with this so thank you for your input, darling :))

Remus Lupin loved to meddle in the lives of his friends. Honestly, it was one of his favorite pastimes. All of it was for a good cause, of course, so when James Potter asked Remus if he could visit during summer vacation time, Remus took it upon himself to interfere with his best friend’s love life.

Remus’s plan involved you; his lovely muggle cousin, finished with three of your four years at university, and, Remus thought, a perfect match for James’s incessant flirting and rather cocky personality.

After graduating Hogwarts, Lily Evans left James for a man she met working at the ministry. James had dramatically stated to the Marauders that he was bound to spend the rest of his life as an eligible bachelor.

Your last relationship had ended over a year ago; he had cheated on you with your best friend, and you had written to Remus in multiple letters that you felt you were destined to be an eligible bachelorette for the rest of your days.

It could not have been a more perfect match.

You arrived at Remus’s home on a beautiful June afternoon, eager to spend the next few months with your favorite cousin. Although you were jealous of his magical abilities, hearing stories of his days at Hogwarts and stories from his current work as a professor brought you great joy.

Upon entering his home, you heard laughter coming from the living room that certainly did not belong to your cousin.

A man with messy, dark hair and glasses covering bright hazel eyes stepped into the foyer of Remus’s home and his gaze locked with yours. Immediately, you felt a tug at your heart and a warm feeling in your stomach, but you barely had time to acknowledge it before you were scooped up in a bone-crushing hug from your cousin.

“Y/N! My wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, Y/N! I’m so happy to see you, I hope your trip wasn’t too bad.”

You giggled as Remus twirled you around in his arms. Even though you were spinning in circles, you couldn’t help but notice the confused look on the face of the other man in the room once Remus set you down.

“So, Moony, you’ve got a secret girlfriend you didn’t tell us about?”

You gagged and glared at your snickering cousin.

“Oh gosh, gross, I’m Remus’s cousin! My mum is his mum’s sister, which makes me a muggle. But you won’t have to hide your magic around me, I’ve known for ages.”

You stuck out your hand and introduced yourself properly, and he did the same.

James Potter; a perfect name for the handsome man standing before you.

Remus had told you about his friends at school, and the names Sirius, James, and Peter had come up far more than any others. They were known as the Marauders, which you found slightly endearing but mostly just strange, and James seemed to be quite a character from the stories you had been told. Remus had also mentioned many times that you and James would be cute together, but you ignored him since you despised being set up.

“Right, well, I’m going to take Y/N’s luggage up the stairs to her room so keep her company, alright James?”

Remus quickly grabbed your things and ran up the stairs, leaving you alone with his friend.

“You know,” James said loudly, “there’s something about you that doesn’t sit right with me.”

You scoffed and crossed your arms while shooting him a glare. Remus had definitely failed to mention that his best friend was a pompous asshole, but you could handle yourself.

“Well you’ll be very happy to know that now the feeling is mutual.”

“I won’t pretend to be nice to you just because you’re my best mate’s cousin.”

“Lovely, because I won’t pretend to be nice to you just because you’re my cousin’s best mate. Is there anything else you’d like to tell me?”

“Yeah, your shirt is inside out. You look ridiculous.”

You looked down and noticed that you had, in fact, put your shirt on inside out in your rush to get to your train this morning.

A fiery blush crept to your cheeks and you stomped up the stairs to find Remus crouching at the top, no doubt listening to the banter between you and his best friend.

“Well, that didn’t go exactly the way I hoped it would,” Remus mumbled.

“How did you hope it would go, Remus, please enlighten me.”

“Well, I was hoping you two would fall in love at first sight and that I could officiate the wedding.”

“Fat chance, Remus, he’s the most insufferable, annoying git I’ve ever met in my life.”

You left Remus sitting at the top of the stairs and locked yourself in his guest room. As you flopped down onto the bed, you told yourself that the frantic beating of your heart and the knot in your stomach were because you were angry, and not because you found James Potter undeniably and exceptionally beautiful despite his vicious tongue.

After a week at Remus’s, the tension between you and James was so thick, you had resorted to avoiding each other completely.

You ate breakfast with Remus early in the morning before James was even awake, and at dinnertime Remus saved you a plate and you ate after the two boys were finished.

Remus was more annoyed than he had ever been in his life, and tried many times to get you or James to sort things out with each other, but the two of you were so stubborn it was a waste of Remus’s time.

Besides, James had started everything so you were absolutely not going to be the one to apologize first.

The Saturday after you had arrived at Remus’s, you walked down the stairs to meet him in the kitchen for breakfast, but a face that did not belong to James startled you. You tripped over your own two feet, and let out a scream as you prepared to crash into the kitchen floor.

Before you could hit the ground, the arms of the stranger caught you and hoisted you to your feet. When you looked into the face of your savior, you were met with round, expressive grey eyes and a smirk that could rival James’s.

“You alright, there, love? Lucky I was right here to save you or you’d be sporting a nasty bruise tomorrow. I’m Sirius Black, and you must be Y/N Y/L/N, Remus’s stunning cousin.”

Before you could answer, James came bursting into the kitchen with a scowl on his face.

“Bloody hell, Y/N, why do you have to be so loud? Just because you can get up at the ass crack of dawn doesn’t mean everyone else can. Also, why is my best friend holding you?”

You felt Sirius’s arms loosen their grip on you, but he kept one slung around your waist and pulled you into his side.

“Oh, she tripped when she saw my handsome face, I couldn’t let her fall to the floor on my account, Prongs. And it’s not the ass crack of dawn, it’s ten in the morning.”

“Doesn’t matter, Padfoot, I don’t like to be woken up. I didn’t get to sleep until the sun was practically rising.”

“Oh, really, Prongs?” You heard Remus say from behind you. “Still staying up late thinking of Lily?”

You could have sworn you saw James’s eyes flicker towards you for a second, but he looked back at Remus so quickly you decided it must have been a trick of the light.

“No, Remus, not Lily.”

“So you were up late thinking of a different bird, then? Tell us all about this lovely woman, Prongs,” Sirius said as he gripped your waist even tighter.

“It’s nothing, Padfoot,” James spoke as his jaw clenched. “Let go of Y/N’s waist before you bruise her.”

“Oh, I could think of a much better way to leave bruises on her waist, but only if she’s up for it.”

You began to laugh at his comment, detecting the hint of sarcasm in his voice, but James’s eyes flared with anger and he stepped intimidatingly close to Sirius.

“You’re not funny, Padfoot, now let go of her.”

Your eyes widened in shock as Sirius’s arm left your waist. Apparently, the whole ordeal was hilarious to him and your cousin since they couldn’t stop laughing, but you were at a loss for words.

James quickly turned around and left the room, leaving you in a state of shock and his best friends doubled over in laughter and in tears.

Sirius took up residence on the couch and had stayed at Remus’s for the past few days. In that time, you had grown rather close to him. You would be lying if you said he wasn’t attractive, but your feelings for him were nothing more than affection for a best friend.

You knew he felt the same, but that didn’t stop him from flirting with you every chance he got.

You were sat next to Sirius on the couch with your legs in his lap and his arm around your shoulders, while Remus and James sat on the floor playing Wizard’s Chess.

Sirius was whispering in your ear a story about a prank they had pulled in their sixth year at Hogwarts, when suddenly James shot up from the ground and knocked the chess board over.

“Fuck, you two are so inconsiderate. Did you ever think we don’t want to listen to the two of you giggling and whispering to each other? Merlin’s beard, it’s maddening.”

You shot up from the couch and got in James’s face, watching his eyes widen and his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard when you began yelling at him.

“What the hell, James? I have done nothing to you but you seem hell bent on acting like an absolute dick to me! What did I do to make you hate me?”

“I don’t hate you,” he mumbled under his breath.

“You’re insufferable and arrogant and I absolutely loathe you, James Potter. You absolutely have a problem and I want to know what it is.”

“I don’t have a problem with you, I have a problem with you flirting with my best friend!”

“That’s bullshit, you’ve been acting like a complete ass since before Sirius got here. I want to know what your problem with me is and I want to know now.”

“I JUST TOLD YOU I DON’T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH YOU!”

“Well then why don’t you like me? What did I do to you?!”

James took a step closer to you and ran a hand through his messy hair before letting out a frustrated scream.

“It’s the way you make me feel, that’s my problem.”

You took an angry step towards him and soon you were nearly chest to chest, screaming in each other’s faces.

“The way I make you FEEL? So my entire presence just pisses you off?”

“No, Godric, stop assuming things for five seconds will you?! I can’t breathe when you’re around, my heart feels like it’s going to burst from my chest, and I feel physically sick.”

“You’ve been a dick to me because you have a crush?”

“I reckon it’s more than a crush!”

“You’re an IDIOT, James Potter.”

“An idiot?! Well…you’re pretentious!”

“PRETENTIOUS? You’re intolerable!”

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?”

“I’m surprised someone as big-headed as you would think to ask!”

Within a fraction of a second, his hands were grasping at your waist and yours were tangled in his untidy hair.

It was messy and desperate; your tongues fought for dominance until he bit down on your bottom lip and pulled away slightly to place wet kisses on your jawline. His hands slid around to your backside and he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist.

“FOR MERLIN’S SAKE DO THAT IN PRIVATE OR AT LEAST WAIT UNTIL WE LEAVE THE ROOM, YOU TWO ARE LIKE WILD ANIMALS.”

You turned around to see Remus choking on air and Sirius wiping tears of laughter from his cheeks.

“What the hell, Moony?” James growled. “Why didn’t you two leave the room when we started snogging?”

“I wanted to see you guys confess your feelings so that I could gloat and say I was right about you two being perfect for each other, but instead of telling my cousin you fancy her your hands went to grab her arse right in front of me!”

“God, Remus,” you said exasperatedly, “would you and Sirius please leave the room?”

“Fine, fine, but if you shag on my couch I’m never speaking to either of you again!”

Remus escorted a still laughing Sirius into his kitchen and you turned back towards James to see him nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“So, Y/N, I guess we should talk about what just happened…”

“Yes, we should, so you better start explaining.”

“Look, I’m sorry for being an asshole. Honestly, I’m so sorry. It’s just…well the last girl I loved left me for someone else and it fucking hurt. I never want to feel that way again. So, when I saw you standing in Remus’s house and felt the air leave my lungs and my heart skip a beat, I decided it would be a good idea to just make you hate me so I could save myself from another broken heart.”

“James Potter you really are an idiot; I hope you know that.”

“Gosh, thanks, Y/N, you really have a way with words.”

You started laughing and took a step closer to him so you could cup his cheeks with your hands. He reached up and brushed a stray hair from your eyes and then let his arm fall to your waist.

“I don’t want my heart broken again either, James. I was cheated on, I know how you feel, but didn’t anyone ever tell you that when you find someone that makes your heart skip a beat you should take that risk? At the end of the day, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.”

“You’re absolutely worth the risk, Y/N, and you are definitely a chance I am willing to take.”

“I’m delighted to hear you say that because I think we could be something great.”

“I think so too, Y/N.”

James leaned in to press his lips to yours once more, but before he could, Remus came running into the room with a huge grin on his face.

“I told you so! I told you so! Merlin, I can’t wait until the wedding, I’ll give the best speech ever, everyone will give me a standing ovation. It’s going to be absolutely brilliant.”

While Remus was animatedly telling Sirius all about his speech plans, James took your hand and led you up the stairs to the guest room he was staying in.

“Before Remus comes barging in, I’d like to ask you if you’d like to go to dinner tonight?”

“Like as a date?”

“No, as friends! Of course as a bloody date, Y/N. And you say I’m the idiot!”

“Well, I thought after that kiss we could skip the awkward dating stage and just go straight to being a couple.”

“That’s a great idea, but I’m still taking you to dinner.”

“Does dinner come with dessert?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

“Of course, love, what would you like?”

“I was thinking I could have you for dessert, but there’s a small problem.”

“What’s the problem?”

“I always have dessert before dinner,” you whispered as you reached behind you to lock the door.

“You do realize that Remus and Sirius are wizards and have known the spell to unlock doors since they were 11?”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.”

“What is it with you, me, and taking chances?”

“I guess you make me brave. Now shut up and kiss me.”

[rreader]

If you do song requests, could you do an angsty one shot with any of the following please: Angel with a Shotgun inspired OR any of these au's unrequited love/bff/college/roommate/neighbor Bucky inspired by Girl Crush/Speak Now

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x ReaderFandom: MCUWarnings: very long and angsty

A/N: I’ve decided to go for the angel with a shotgun one, simply bc that song is amazeballs!!! hope you like it dear

                                                          *****

Theysay before you start a way, you better know what you’re fighting for.

Youwalked over to the huge window of your bedroom, your hand clutchingyour chest and tears welling up in your eyes when you saw the flameshigh over the city. The sky was torn open, aliens were floodingthrough what looked like a breach, bringing havoc and destruction.

Itreminded of you of what had happened in New York City.. only much, much worse this time.

Youopened up the window to the balcony and looked down, peoplescreaming, running for their lives.

Somethingyou should probably do as well.

Thebattle was currently downtown, but it wouldn’t be long till thesealiens would find their way to your part of the city.

Sowhy were you still here? Why didn’t you flee to a different country when the reports came in that this city would be attacked?

Theanswer to that question was a simple one.

BuckyBarnes.

Youjumped a little when you could feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Youpulled it out and picked up.

“Jemma,are you alright?”

“I’mfine.. We’re at the new S.H.I.E.L.D. base. I’ve sent a team to pickyou up.”

Youclosed your eyes, but quickly opened them again when you could hearthe screams growing louder and soon after, the first Chitauri on thestreets below, killing everyone in their way.

Butbefore they could do more damage than they already had, arrows pierced through them. One by one,they fell to the ground and a moment later, Clint and Natasha wereaiding the civilians.

“Youknow I can’t do that,” you turned your head around to look at thepicture of Bucky and you on your nightstand, “I can’t let them dothis on their own. I can’t let him do this on his own.”

“No!No, no, no! (Y/N) you are not going to fight!”

“I’msorry, Jemma,” she wanted to protest, but you ended the call beforeshe could, then you took a deep breath and went back inside.

Wellbaby you are all that I adore, if love is what you need, a soldier Iwill be.

Youhad no superpowers like Wanda, nor did you have super-strength likeSteve, but you had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D for a couple of years andyou had been one of the best back then.

The reason you had ended your career before it had even began, was because they had already started calling you ‘the new Black Widow’. And while you loved Natasha with all your heart, you didn’t want to become like her. 

Often, she was cold and killed without mercy.

Something that you found yourself doing at one point as well.

And that was when you had decided to end your time with S.H.I.E.L.D and settle down. Not fight anymore. Not kill anymore.

But now.. Now you had to make sure that Bucky would make it out of this alive.

So you’d get ready for battle one last time.. For him.

Youquickly changed out of your clothes into something more appropriate,meaning a tight black leggings and top and your leather jacket.Probably not exactly an outfit that would shield you from any damage,but it’s not like you were prepared for this fight.

You simply had to make due with this.

Youtied the laces of your boots, then put your hair up in a ponytail soit’d be out of the way.

“Youcan do this,” you said to yourself in the mirror, “For Bucky.”

Afterone last, deep breath, you walked over to your closet and rummagedthrough it until you found the shotgun that you had used back in yourS.H.I.E.L.D days.

“Onelast time, old friend,” you grabbed all the shotgun shells you hadleft and made sure that the gun was loaded, before you walked out of thedoor, ready to fight beside Bucky.

I’man angel with a shotgun, fighting till the war’s won, I don’t care ifheaven won’t take me back.

“There’stoo many!” Steve said, his shield slicing through three Chitauri’sat once.

Hulkran past them, tramping on many of their enemies while doing so.

Natashaand Clint ran towards the other end of the city when the first oftheir enemies had run off, Tony, Rhodey, Vision, Sam and theGuardians were providing air support, Loki and Thor were currentlyfighting one of the big ones, now aided by Hulk, while Strange andWanda were trying their hardest to close the Breach.

Sothat left only Bucky, Steve, Peter and T'Challa, who were fighting thehorde of Chitauri that fell right from the breach.

Andwhile these four were incredibly skilled and capable of fighting, themasses of enemies that spawned from the breach was slowly but surelyoverwhelming them.

“Buck!Behind you!” Steve yelled out, getting ready to throw his shield atthe enemy behind his best friend, when the echo of a shotgun could beheard and a second later, the Chitauri fell to the floor.

Buckyturned around, his eyes widening when he saw his girlfriend, you, standingin front of him.

“Youcan be angry later,” you reloaded and shot the next Chitauri thatran towards you.

Buckyknew that you had worked with S.H.I.E.L.D before and he knew that youwere more than capable of looking out for yourself, but that didn’tmean that he was happy to see you here.

Hewanted you to be safe. Obviously.

Buthe also knew that there was no time and no use in trying to discussthis with you.

Suddenly,a purple flash of light erupted over their heads and a second later, thebreach was closed.

“Theydid it,” Peter said breathlessly.

“We’renot in the clear yet, people!” Steve reminded them, punching one ofthe Chitauri in the face.

I’llthrow away my faith babe, just to keep you save, don’t you knowyou’re everything I have.

Whileclosing the breach was a major success, it seemed to only make theChitauri more angry.

Theyfought dirtier than before, three against one, and the five of youhad trouble keeping them off of you.

Stevequickly jumped in front of you when you had to reload, then you shotthe two coming from behind.

Bothof your heads turned to Bucky, when he let out a scream of agony.

“No!”you shot off the heads the Chitauri that attacked him, then kneltdown next to him, a Chitauri sword in his stomach, “No,no, no!” you started to panic.

Youmight have been a S.H.I.E.L.D agent once and were trained in what todo in these situations, but they had always told you that the secondyou’re kneeling next to a partner, a friend, a loved one.. all ofthat training vanished..

Finally,you understood what they meant.

“Hey!You..-” you blasted the head of another Chitauri off when he wantedto attack you, “You need to stay with me, you hear me?! You can’tleave me, Buck!” your hands were drenched with his blood, but youdidn’t know whether to keep the sword in, or to pull it out.

Youneeded Strange! Now!

“Peter!”he quickly landed next to you, his eyes widening, when he saw Buckyin front of him, “I need you to stay with him! Keep him safe,alright? I need to find Strange!”

“No..-”Bucky wanted to protest, but he just coughed a lot of blood instead.

“I’llbe back, okay? It’ll all be alright, I promise,” you kissed hisforehead, “I love you.”

Thenyou got up, T'Challa running ahead, clearing a path for you.

Youweren’t sure where Strange and Wanda were exactly, so when you sawSam fly over your head you waved your arms like a crazy person untilhe landed next to you.

“(Y/N)?!The hell are you doing here?”

“Notime. I need to find Strange! Can you drop me off?”

“Uhm..yeah. Alright,” Sam was incredibly confused, but he put his armsunder yours and took off, flying you to where he last saw Strange.

Andindeed, he and Wanda were still fighting off a few stragglers.

Hedropped you off and took some of the Chitauri with him on the way,giving Strange and Wanda a short breather.

“(Y/N)?!”

“Iknow, I know, I shouldn’t be here,” you approached Strange, “I need you.Now.”

“We’rekind of busy here,” he did something with his fingers and a secondlater, you could hear the screams of Chitauri falling down the roof.

“It’sBucky. He’s hurt and I don’t know what to do and I need you to savehim and..-”

“Calmdown, (Y/N),” Wanda placed her hands on your cheeks, then turnedher head to face Strange, “Go. I’ll be fine on my own.”

“Yousure?”

“Mostof them are down there anyways. I can help the others from up here.”

Strangenodded and opened up a portal, grabbing your head.

“Focuson where you left him. If you do that, this will bring us right tohim.”

Younodded and closed your eyes, then you let him lead you through theportal and a second later, were in the middle of the Chitauri hordeagain.

Someof the others had joined up at this point and where helping.

Buckywas leaning against a wall, his breathing having slowed downimmensely, clearly trying to fight off death.

Yourushed to his side and pushed his damp hair out of his face.

“Ibrought Strange! He’s going to help you, okay? You’ll be okay!”then you turned your had to Strange, who was now kneeling besideBucky as well, inspecting the wound, “He’ll be alright, right Doc?”

“Ican only do so much here.”

“Thendo it!” you got up and reloaded your shotgun, aiming at theChitauri who were running your way, “I’ll make sure they don’tinterrupt.”

Andthat you did.

Youshot every single one of these bastards without mercy. You did not feel remorse. Not even in the slightest. You shot all of them without a second thought.

Makingsure that Bucky would survive was your priority now.

Andwhile it took hours and hours, left many of the Avengers injured andcountless of innocents dead, you all managed to defeat them.

The Chitauri were dead.

Andas soon as they were, Steve and you helped Bucky up and through theportal that Strange had opened that led them back to the compound.

“(Y/N)..,”Bucky whispered.

“Holdon, alright? You’ve almost made it, you hear me? Almost made it.”

Thesecond you appeared in the medical wing, nurses helped you to lay himdown.

Andwhile Stephen got ready for the surgery, you held his hand and smileddown at him.

“Whenyou wake up again, you’ll feel a lot better,” they injected theanesthesia, while you kissed his forehead.

“Miss,I need to ask you to leave,” the nurse placed her hand on yourupper arm and you nodded.

“Pleasesave him,” you were fighting back the tears that were threateningto roll down your cheeks again, took one final look at Bucky, thenjoined Steve outside.

Andas soon as the door behind you was closed, he held out his arms foryou and you started sobbing, clutching at his chest.

“Ican’t lose him, Steve.”

Hekissed the top of your head, tears shining in his own eyes, but notresponding, afraid that his voice might break.

Hewas as scared as you were of the possibility of losing Bucky onceagain.

Nowit was time to have faith in the Doctor.

                                                             ***

Thesurgery took hours.

Therest of the Avengers had come in at this point, some of them gettingstitched up, others sitting in the hallways, staring atthe walls, completely exhausted. Bothemotionally, as well as physically.

Youreyes were staring at the door leading to the operating room, yourhand holding Steve’s as tightly as you could.

Neitherof you had moved in what felt like days, both of you anxiouslyawaiting Strange exiting the room.

Andwhen he finally did, it didn’t even take a second before you wereface to face with him.

“Ishe alive?!”

Strangesighed, dark circles under his eyes.

“Barely.But he’ll make it.”

Youand Steve both let out a relieved breath you had been holding, yourhand coming up to your mouth to stop any sobs from coming out.

Steveput an arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple.

“He’lllive..,” you whispered, closing your eyes for a second, “He’lllive.”

[pink-fest]

Dating Peter Parker + you’re Tony Stark’s kid:

THERE HAVE BEEN SO MUCH POSTS ABOUT THIS AND I JUST THINK IT’S SUCH A FUN TOPIC TO WRITE ABOUT- I LOVE READING THEM and well i guess i wanted to WRITE SOME OF MY OWN TOO ( peter can be aged up a bit here bc he was around 15 in homecoming ??? i just wanna be safe bc i wrote some nsfw things )

btw i absolutely can’t get over Spiderman: Homecoming, Tom Holland did an absolutely brilliant job portraying Peter Parker i am in LOVE

p.s. i also imagine this taking place during Civil War bUT IN THE END EVERYBODY BECOMES FRIENDS AGAIN OK I DONT WANT THIS FAMILY TO FALL APART

this is also going to be LONG OHGOD

ok so i can just imagine you and peter meeting for the first time by fighting alongside each other during Civil War, (TONY DOESN’T GET TO ACTUALLY SAY YOU’RE HIS DAUGHTER BC THERE’S JUST TOO MUCH GOING ON IN THE MOMENT ) so peter just think’s you’re also a new recruit for the team (you kinda are and you want to be-)

the next time you guys meet is when you attend his highschool (dad! tony wanted you to experience a more normal life than being stuck in the tower with all the tech)

c’MON kIDDO GO SOCIALIZE with REAL peopLE

YOU CAN’T BE LOCKED IN HERE FOREVER -

 peter recognizes your face (he thinks you’re pretty and bADASS) and you end up sitting next to him in class

you quickly figure out he’s spiderman bc 

really peter? you think i don’t recognize that cute voice of yours?

you and peter end up getting real close bc you guys like the same things and basically go through the same crime fighting stuff

that includes the adults (Tony and May ) not knowing about you guys sneaking out to kick some bad guy butt

tony catches you two doing vigilante work and peter has the shock of his life when you address tony as your dad

IRON MAN’S YOUR DAD

you get grounded btw

there’s this time that you punch Flash in the face bc he was bullying peter, you are protective oF THIS BOY 

peter is blown away by you

wow she’s incredible

peter is protective over you as well bTW HE HATES SEEING YOU HURT

speakING OF HURT HE SAVES YOUR ASS BIG TIME ON THIS ONE MISSION and gets badly injured

YOU TAKE CARE OF HIM- WHICH LEADS TO YOU AND PETER having A MOMENT AND THINKING

i’m falling for you-

peter ends up officially confessing his feelings for you at the top of this high rise building one night

he literally swung you off your feet to get there too-

you’re more beautiful than all the lights here in New York City-

PETER BEING AN ABSOLUTE GENTLEMAN 25/8

YOU SMILING ALL THE TIME BC PETER IS A SWEET CINNAMON BUN AND HE’S PRECIOUS

opens doors for you

carries your bags and books

you and peter bLUSHING AND BEING SHY WITH EACH OTHER 

hand holding

LOTS OF haND HOLDING

forehead kisses

cheek kisses

HE LOVES TO GIVE YOU KISSES- PEPPERS YOUR FACE WITH THEM ALL THE TIME

wrist kisses, finger kisses, hanD KISSES

soft kisses on the lips

but then again

heATED MAKE OUT SESSIONS YO

hair tugging because wow look at his soft locks i feel like he’d grOAN

ear lobe nibbling

cUDDLES HELLO

that boy would love cuddles he’D BE SO SOFT AND CLINGY IN THE BEST WAY

nooOOOOOoo don’T LEAVE ME HERE

peter i was just going to get us some foOD

i doNT NEED FOOD your love aND PRESENCE ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH sTAY WITH ME

is2G PETER

cute nicknames for each other

sweetie

baby

princess

love

angel

MOVIE MARATHONS

GAMING SESSONS

going to COMIC CONS TOGETHER (Ned comes along every now and then)

you’re buddies with Ned too btw

peter being so excited at cons and he’d be so delighted to have you to share the moment with

he’d spoil you and buy you so much things

COOKING AND BAKING 

bABY DO WE STILL HAVE COOKIES LEFT

yOU ATE THEM ALL LAST NIGHt-

oH

back hugs

piggy back rides

cheek squishing

PETER YOU’RE SO CUTE

love, mY CHEEKS

btw THE AVENGERS SHIP YOU AND PETER IN SECRET

spying on you guys and trying to catch u both in the moment

they finALLY find out u guys are official bC YOU AND PETER ARRIVE AT THE TOWER AND YOU GIVE HIM A SMOOCH 

avengers hiding behind the couCH

!!! THEIR MOUTHS HAVE INTERLOCKED IN A KISS!!!

dAMMIT THOR SHHHH

peter blushing

you blushing bC U DIDNT KNOW THE REST OF THE FAM WAS THERE

avengers looking at each other knowingly

well except for tony

bc tony doesnt know

overprotective dad! tony 

notices one day that the avengers are being all fond of you and peter SITTING next to each other during breakfast

uHHHH what are you all whispeRING AND COOING ABOUT

moRE HEATED MAKE OUT SESSIONS WOO damn sPIDEY BOY

hickeys

hiding the hickeys from tony with help from the team

PUT MAKE UP ON IT

WEAR A SCARF

nuzzling

hand written notes and letters from peter

peter hitting on you even if you guys are already dating

hey there gorgeous

peter pLS

never ending i love yous

i love you so much peter

i larb you too baby

peTER

i’m just kidding i love you too my princess

being rather possessive of each other in a cute sweet way

you’re mine okay?

always yours

making love for the first time

you both are glowing the morning after 

after sex glow

sex

sweet vanilla sex

hot rough sex

sex sex sex

kisses kisses

huGS SO MUCH HUGS

you run your fingers through his hair

he loves that

so 

much

peter falling asleep on your lap

but then he also likes you sitting on his lap

listening to each others heart beat

tony eventually finds out about you two bc he walks into your room to give you a goodnight kISS  d’AWW WHAT A SWEET DAD

tony ENDS UP KISSING PETER’S FOREHEAD INSTEAD OF YOURS BC THE ROOM IS DARK and YOU AND PETER ARE CUDDLING NEXT TO EACH OTHER

PARKER?!!!

m-mR STARK 

TONY GOING NUTS

you wakiNG UP TO TONY  YELLING AND CHASING PETER ALL THE WAY DOWNSTAIRS

avengers waking up as well

tHATS IT. FAMILY MEETING- RIGHT NOW

you protectively hugging peter while tony tries TO ABSORB  A L L THIS

the avengers are all just sitting there, looking at each other then cooing at you and peter again

ok sO hOW LONG HAVE I NOT KNOWN

tony gives in because he’s always approved of peter

oK FINE yOU GUYS CAN DATE

everyone is relieved and happy- mostly relieved

my father Odin has blessed this uNION TONIGHT

THor enOUGH

if u hURT MY DAUGHTER YOU’RE DEAD PARKER

tony is supportive because he LOVES PETER TOO and wants you both to be happy

he actually likes you both together bUT HE WON’T ADMIT THIS

you and peter being a power couple

#couplegoals

you both kick ass and live happily ever after

[imaginesfromthefuckingtrashcan]

Peter Parker- Date in France

Requested by @imaginesyes:  hello love :) Can I have an imagine with peter parker? maybe reader is a teleporter mutant and after a lot of stuttering and blushing peter manages to ask her out and does some research about where to take her bc he wants this date to be perfect so they go to Italy of France somewhere romantic idk for their first date? I would really love to read it pls? <3 :)

Words: 1194

A/N: Thank you for this request! I liked this idea :) I hope you like it x Also I just searched up the place. I believe last year I wrote something about it for my French class lol

Peter Parker has been your best friend since you can remember. It made you so happy when he said that he trusted you enough to know that he is spiderman. You totally freaked out by that, but in a good way. Like your best friend is spiderman. Who doesn’t want that? Peter freaked out even more then you when you told him that you were a mutant. One that can teleport.

Peter was sitting in his room, starting his computer. “How to ask a girl out”, he whispered as he searched it up on the internet. Scrolling to all the ideas that popped up he didn’t found one that was helpful for him. Peter was so busy with finding the right idea he didn’t heard you teleporting in his room. You walked to Peter until you stood behind him. “Hi. What are you doing?” you suddenly asked. “Oh my god!” Peter quickly closed the computer. “Hi-i Y/N. Why do you always scare me like that? There is a door you know”

“It’s more fun this way. The look on your face is hilarious, Peter”, you sat down on his bed, “Now what were you doing?”

“Nothing! Nothing important at least.” You raised you eyebrow, obviously not believing him. “Yeah, I believe you immediately” Peter stared at your face. “Should I do it? She probably will say no.”, Peter thought. “Hello? Pete? You there buddy?” you asked him after a minute of him staring at you. He looked like he was deep in his thoughts. “What? Yeah, yeah I’m here. I was just thinking of something.” Peter told you as an excuse. “Sure. You ok though? You act like you did when you were hiding from me that you were spiderman”, your eyes widened, “What are you hiding?”

“Well uhm… I have no clue how you are going to react when I tell you this.” You put your elbows on your knees and your face in your hands as you stared at Peter. “I’m listening.”

“Le-let’s just say that, uh. I think you’re a really amazing friend. A-and well… You’re gorgeous and really kind to me. I appreciate that a lot”, Peter was beginning to blush right now, “I’ve been thinking for a very long time how I could ask you out because I love you… and more than in a best friend way. S-so would you like to go out with me... on a date or something like that…” By now Peter was looking at the ground. You smiled widely by the fact that your best friend, the person you had been crushing on for the longest time, finally asked you out. You stood up and walked to the chair he was sitting on. You grabbed Peters chin and lifted up a bit so he was looking at you. “Peter, I wo-.”

“Peter dinner is ready”, aunt may opened the bedroom door, “Oh…” she looked from Peter to you and back. “I guess wrong moment… Would you like to stay for dinner Y/N?” You chuckled. “I would love to stay. I’ll text my parents”, you replied. “Great. I’ll let you two do whatever the two of you were doing”, before walking away she gave Peter a wink. “Ugh. Why”, Peter groaned. “Now where were we…” you started, “Peter Parker I would be honored to go on a date with you?” Peters smile had never been so big before. “Really! This is amazing. I promise I won’t disappoint you.” he promised. “I wouldn’t think otherwise”

In the next few days Peter was thinking of ideas that could be the perfect date for you. He went back to his old friend, the computer. “Romantic date ides.”, Peter searched hoping that this time the internet would be more helpful. He came across a page that had a few good ideas. “A picnic in France?”, he read out loud. “How the hell am I getting in France? Wait…” Peter grabbed his phone and went to your contact.

To Y/N: Hey Y/N! Would you mind to teleport us somewhere for our date. I have a perfect idea :)

From Y/N: Yeah, I don’t mind.

To Y/N: Great, I’ll give you the address tomorrow then.

From Y/N: I’m excited or it. <3 :D

To Y/N: Me too. <3 :D

Now that was settled he only needed to get the food. “Aunt May! Can you help me choose what kind of food I should bring tomorrow?”

What are you two going to do?”, Aunt May replied. “I’m taking her on a picnic here in the park.”, Peter was hoping she would believe it. He couldn’t tell he was going to France. “Sure, Pete. Let’s go to the store.” Aunt May was a great help to choose what to bring and what not. She also helped with picking an outfit for Peter.

The day had past faster than normal. It was 8 pm in the next day. Peter grabbed the basket with food and drinks. “Have fun Pete!”, Aunt May said. “Thanks!”, he yelled back before closing the door. He had promised you he would come to your house. Luckily you lived really close to him.

Peter knocked on your door. *knock knock* Peters hands were getting a bit sweaty as he became more nervous the seconds past. What if you didn’t like it? What if he does something wrong? Peters thought were getting irrupted by you opening the door. “He-hey Y/N.”, to Peter you looked absolutely beautiful even though he had told you didn’t had to wear the most fancied clothing, “You look beautiful” you smiled at the boy who was clearly nervous. “Thank you. You look stunning as well Pete. Come in.”

“Thanks.”, Peter walked in the your living room. “Now where to you want to us to go?”, you questioned him. “I wanted to take you on picnic but in a special place. So I found a nice place in France… I saw that The Côte d'Azur looked really nice. If you could bring us there it would be awesome.”

“Ok, let’s go then.”, you grabbed Peters hand and teleported to the place. In a second you two stood on the coast in the southeast of France. “This place is really pretty.”

“Close your eyes please.”, Peter asked you. “Now I’m scared.”, you joked as you put your hands over your eyes. Peter quickly lied down a blanket and lit up a few candles. Peter walked behind you and put arms around you as his hands landed on yours. He carefully pulled away your hands so you could see again. Your eyes lit up and you spun around to see Peter. “Peter. This is really, really sweet of you. You hadn’t have to do this.”, you exclaimed. A big smile spread across your face. “But you deserve it. You’ve done enough things for me. Now let me do something for you.” Peter smiled back at you. You gave Peter a hug. “Thanks Peter.”

“Already. We haven’t even eaten something.”, Peter joked. He grabbed your hand and let you to the blanket. You two started eating, talking in between. Let’s say you had the best date you could wish for.

[itsjayyyy]

November 24, 2018 6:57 pm

Well, I think this is the first time that I’ve written some big plan in a journal and actually followed through with it. So yeah, I did do a lot of apartment hunting. I first tried my college’s (and the local art college’s shared) sublease facebook page for students. And it was hell, I mean someone would post about a room for rent for $700 and within 15 minutes, 4 people would have already said “I pm’d you!” Like damn. There’s no way I’d be able to find a place in my budget that isn’t gone already. I was about to lose hope and just look at my college’s affiliated apartments and hope for next academic year, but then I found a page, on my college’s website, that allows you to post a sublease for others. And this website was hidden so well, I’ve never seen it in my entire year of apartment hunting. A lot of them were in my budget (less than 600), and one stood out in particular, it said “my girlfriend and i are looking for a roommate for our 2/2 apt, etc etc” but then at the end it said “must be lgbt friendly because we are very much lesbians” and i was like sign me the fuck up. I messaged them on a wednesday, thursday rolled around and no reply (i was like, they have an android, maybe they just don’t check their phones as much as iphones do), but then it was friday and I gave up. I went back to the listings, messaged another couple in a 2/2, but on saturday still hadn’t gotten a response. Sunday I became a little more frantic. I messaged a third listing, waited ten (10) minutes before deciding that they also were unavailable, and messaged 3 more all at once. and then i laid on my bed and lamented about how I would never be able to move out. And then I got a reply from one of them!!! she said it was still available, roommates are two other sophomore girls at ucf, it’s unfurnished, etc. I was pretty down to take it but then, about 30 mins later, another person replied. And suddenly I remembered why, when I used Tinder, I only messaged one person at a time. The second person to answer me was in the same complex, but $100/mo cheaper. It’s like, I already got pretty far in talking to the other girl, I felt like even if it were cheaper I couldn’t go back on it. So I hit up rose and asked if she wanted to smoke. Her me and peter looked at the places online, and they both said go with the cheaper one, but another issue was how they texted. The first girl was pretty warm, using exclamation points and emojis, but the other girl was just “yes, it’s still available. when are you looking to move?” like such a cold vibe. (yes I know it’s stupid because 100 is 100 and I wouldn’t even be moving in with her, I’d be taking her room but still.) Even though both of them said go with the cheaper place, I felt that I should go with the other.

But then the next day in bio, I was asking for more details and I felt like she did seem kind of cold, like saying “ask the leasing office” and not really offering a time for me to see the place. So I texted the other girl saying I wanted to move in around early december and she became super enthusiastic. Like she sent me a good 20 pictures of the place, and even said I could come over that day to look at the place (this was last monday). I did, around 5:30 (well I came at 5:15, then left to go to the boba shop next door, then came back). She was waiting for me in the parking lot bc I got super lost (I forgot that the numbers outside of the building is the ADDRESS. I didn’t look at the listing’s address I just read the name of the complex and went there. oops.) She seemed to be south asian, like from there but have been living in america for at least a few years, she said she’s moving out because she just got married, etc. The apartment had a style that I would probably describe as oatmeal- light brown carpets, cream walls, very bland, very 2000′s low-income apartment. But hey! I love it! It’s got its own bathroom, walk-in closet, and a huge window facing the back of the property so when I want to smoke I’m gucci. (off topic: I haven’t listened to cherry bomb by nct since feb 5th. wow. That was prob around the time when ami showed it to me in chem in spring.) I told her that I would apply for the sublease the next day, and I did. Despite not having any classes or any reason to go to the east side.

They said that they check 3 things: a credit score of at least 650 (i have a 695), 3x the rent in income (rent is 535, I have 700 from work and 1000 in scholarships per month), and rental history (yeet). They said if you don’t have one of the requirements you can make up for it with either a guarantor, “like a parent cosigning” (YEET) or a larger security deposit. The girl subleasing the place said she was fine with giving up her security deposit, like she didn’t even want me to pay her for it, so I’m going to see if I can add another 300 onto it so they might let me sign. They told me they’d let me know likely on Monday or Tuesday. Also on Tuesday I’ll be going to a meeting for the pride association with a friendsgiving theme, since obvs not every gay kid can go home to a loving family. Maybe I’ll find someone there. Recently I’ve just been becoming so damn bitter about being single, ugh. Like, not bitter enough to identify as an incel, but like, bitter enough to spend all of my time self-loathing.

So I haven’t been able to tell if things have gotten better or worse between me and rose, or if it’s just my period coming up that is making me act like this. In one of the low points of self-loathing (I’m still single, I have no friends, rose is the golden child in the family while I’m hated, rose’s stupid boyfriend comes over for dinner 6 days a week when I could NEVER be afforded that luxury, I’m ugly, etc), I was isolating myself in my room, scrolling down the homepage of reddit, when I saw a post on r/lgbt that was cross-posted from r/gaming or something similar. It said “in the new pokemon games, professor oak doesn’t ask if you’re a girl or a boy, he just says “what do you look like” with different options. Before I could be like “yea fuck the gender binary” i had to be like “there are new pokemon games????” And I looked it up and there were. But it was on the switch, not the 3ds. I messaged rose about it, but she was off on her 6-month anniversary with peter so she wasn’t super interested (she did say “oh don’t buy it” bc it was 350). Let me tell you, when you feel like nobody loves you, the one sure source of love is a credit card with a $2,500 line. I got out of bed, got dressed, and went to target and bought a switch, with the new game. And I played it all night. It was better than any other pokemon game, because it was a revamp of the original game, and I grew up playing pokemon leafgreen, the first revamp of the original. I was reliving my childhood. Of course, when I posted it on my story, rose messaged me, saying “did you seriously buy it?” Like yes, I seriously bought it, because my parents never bought me anything other than the legal bare minimum as a kid, because unlike rose, I have disposable income and aren’t burdened with creditors, because I want something fun to occupy the time so I don’t spend every waking minute wanting to kill myself. Is that so bad, that I spent $350 on something that gave me more happiness than anyone else ever would?

Another thing that pissed me off: after I said yea I bought it, her first reaction was “are there two player games?” when I said it’s mine, I bought it, she said “what if I bought one too?” Why can’t I ever have something to myself? She has her own life, her own personality, her own friends, but whenever I have something, she HAS to have it too, or at least put her hands all over it. I buy a video game? She has to play it too. I listen to a new band? She has to listen to them too. I say I’m queer? She cheats on her (now ex) boyfriend with a girl to experiment and say she’s 1% bi (and then promptly never touches a girl again. and doesn’t come to pride. and doesn’t participate at all in anything related to the lgbt community.) It never ends, she yanks every interest out of my hand, parades it around, before tossing it back to me, all crumpled up and gross.

Two days after I bought it, I had begun to stabilize. Was my mood improving because of pokemon, or because I’m getting closer to my period and my hormones are balancing out? The world may never know. 

My mom finally enrolled in healthcare. One day, I told rose that I wanted to go hang with peter, and she said “after dinner.” I was like, I literally want to avoid dinner because of our parents, that’s the point of us hanging out, they don’t love me. And she, being the centrist she is, gave her whole “yes they do love you, at least mom” spiel, at which point I brought up that neither of us have healthcare. From when I was 12 all the way to adulthood, everyone in my family knew that I needed braces, not just for cosmetic reasons but medical too. And every time I asked my parents, they’d say they would be getting around to it soon. Which is the exact same rhetoric I heard about my healthcare, now as an adult. But I knew that mom had already enrolled dad in his healthcare, so why are rose and I still left in the dark? After saying this, rose spent the next week twisting mom’s arm, and since everyone loves rose, she got around to it. It’s gonna be 134 per month, but I’m paying for it via scholarship in january. I still haven’t told my parents I plan on moving out, I probably won’t until I get approved for sure. Just gotta wait for Monday/Tuesday/whenever.

So, I’m being stalked. (okay i feel like this update is jumping all over the place, but I’m just trying to go from one complete topic to another, not chonologically bc then I’d miss something.) One day I was walking from the library to visual arts, when I saw out of my periphery walking towards me was what looked like savon. We didn’t make eye contact, and right then peter replied to our game of cup pong so I looked down at my phone as I responded with my move. As I walked past him, I heard him mumbling something to himself (something he often did if he wanted to get my attention without making it look like he was trying to get my attention). I felt like I wanted to die, just being within a 10 foot radius of him. 

And it got worse. The next time I had to go to that class (maybe monday? idk), I didn’t see him on the sidewalk, but as I walked into the building through one door I saw him going out the other door, as in the one next to me. He was wearing sunglasses (indoors?) and carrying one of those first-year engineering student boxes, and looking in my direction. I was looking at the door, of course. It doesn’t take a detective to figure out his m.o.- stand around the entrance of the building (that he saw me go in at 2:25 pm on a mwf day), where the windows are tinted, so he would be able to see me going in but I wouldn’t be able to see him inside. After class I hid in the bathroom for 45 minutes, because I was so afraid that he was waiting outside of the building or something. UGH. why do I have to live in fear on my own damn campus. Luckily, I only have one more class meeting in that room for this semester, and I’m probably gonna come a whole lot earlier, and from the other entrance. What scares me is that I posted my schedule on snap, and spriley saw it. I mean, it was at an angle and kind of blurry (caption was more important, just me bitching about how I’m gonna be on campus from 7am to 7pm). And I don’t think that spriley would take the time to watch my 6-second story a million times to copy down the classrooms and times. He just outright doesn’t like me, nothing like savon’s weird obsession with me, a girl he knew in high school but otherwise hasn’t spoken to in almost 2 years. I’m calling it now, if anyone shoots up ucf, it’s gonna be savon.

So let’s lighten the subject a little: we’re almost to the end of the semster!!!! It’s this week, then finals week, then that’s it. And as a matter of fact, this week is the online exam for sociology, and the roundtable discussion for composition (and the video I’m gonna knock out real quick, so I’ll be done soon.) My last three exams are all going to be done on Wednesday and Thursday of finals week. So Monday and Tuesday I don’t have any classes, so those are the days that I’m looking at moving out on. It’s lit.

Last week I posted on my snap how someone parked a limebike in a motorcycle parking spot, and heather messaged me saying “girl where have you been.” I mean, she made no attempt to contact me for the last month, but whatever we’re living our own lives. I told her I was focusing on school and stuff, and she said we should meet up. I was like yea sure, but the next day she didn’t show lol. She later said she was taking an exam and it was way longer than she expected, but we never made plans to meet up again. I guess that’s just the way most high school friendships go.

Okay I think I’m gonna end the update here, I’ve covered almost everything important. Tomorrow, Sunday, I work at cinnabon closing 2-9. I’m gonna grind to finish this econ homework tonight, then monday I’m gonna start rehearsing my presentation for comp or whatever. Start studying for finals, maybe take my final in sociology, ya know, just play it by ear.

(wow it’s 8:46 now. this update almost took 2 hours.)

[cameronwjones]

Event Marketing Wisdom from 12 Social Media Experts

If you’re not marketing your event on social media, you’re missing out. According to Content Marketing Institute, Hubspot, Social Media Examiner, and Regalix—social media is one of the most important marketing tactics out there for both B2C and B2B companies. Nowhere is there more opportunity to build online communities into offline communities than with in-person events. But with so many different channels—Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn, YouTube, Snapchat, Pinterest—where is an event marketer to start?

We recently asked 11 social media experts for their advice on making noise for live events on social media. The result is an extremely comprehensive guide on how to market your event on social media.

Given that this piece is about “making noise,” we also asked them the timeless question: If you had to be stuck on a desert island for a month with the music of one artist or band, whose music would it be? Get ready to rock!🎸

Courtney Smith Kramer

Executive Creative Director & Co-founder, Pure Matter

I think like anything else on social media, promoting an event will be as successful as the story you paint about the experience someone will have if they attend. After all, events are brands in and of themselves, and if there's no context around the brand, the compelling reasons to believe won't be there.

After all, you're competing against life itself for their attention and attendance; getting work done, or pajamas on the couch can be much more compelling than the thought of focusing on a webinar or Tweetchat for an hour – or even worse – putting on fancier clothes, arranging for a sitter and driving somewhere for the event.

Here is some advice for making the experience a positive one:

Know what your attendees expect out of attending, and paint them a picture about why they'll get it. If you're running a webinar series about your product, clearly outline the benefits the audience will take away from watching. Will it be new actions they can use to do something better? If it's a conference, don't forget to include the fun after hours activities with the balance of the business insights they'll learn. If you've ever attended a conference before, you know most of the good relationship building happens in the bar after a long day of sessions. In any case, the story you tell should never be about you; it's always about creating the conditions to attend.

Include the hashtags of others who will be part of the experience. The best way to encourage others to share your promotions is to include them as part of the bigger story. We help run the influencer program for DVD Netflix, and host a monthly Twitter chat about different genres of movies to give our Influencers a chance to partner with DVD.com. At the end of January, we promoted our Awards season-themed chat by appealing to fans of the individual movies nominated for an Oscar. We sent out tweets like "You think #StarWars #RogueOne will take home the statue? Join us 1/31 5pm PST/8pm EST for#@dvdnetflix #DVDme #Awards #tweetchat if you do!" Using the popular #StarWars and #RogueOne hashtags was in context of our event, and attracted fans of that franchise to come and join in on the fun. More Tweets were generated specific to the other films nominated in our event promotion online. The ripple effect of reaching new audiences on Twitter resulted in us earning 70% of our entire monthly Twitter impressions in just 4 hours on event day.

Make it easy for your influencers to help promote. Even if you're not running a formal influencer program for your brand, you likely have a handful of existing "superfans" who organically share your content. Tapping into these people who already love what you're doing can really help event attendance – but you have to make it easy for them to share. In our DVD.com example from above, we created social tiles graphics for our influencers with their own quotes and wrote Tweets for them so all they had to do to help promote the event was copy and paste. This way it's a win/win – your brand gets some extra hands to promote your event, while your superfans earn credibility by being publicly affiliated with your brand.

Desert Island Music:

Justin Timberlake

Neal Schaffer

CEO & Principal Social Media Strategy Consultant, Maximize Your Social

I have blogged about this in various posts,

Have a very clear hashtag. That hashtag should permeate anything and everything you do. Obviously that’s going to be huge because the day of the event you want people to post about it.  Letting people know about your event hashtag in advance is an amazing promotional tool. When people start seeing tweets and retweets and posts that have a certain hashtag—even if they don’t know what it’s about—that hashtag will make people interested in it and go to the event. More than promote the event, it can also be used to promote the content of those participating in the event. When those participants start sharing their content—which you’ve promoted for your event—you can see how that turns into a natural way of promoting the event.

Activate your speakers as advocates. Instead of just publishing—if you have an event page or even if you are publishing information about your event from your website—instead of just promoting and promoting and promoting, you also have something of value to share that is a great lead-in to your event. It also makes your speaker really happy that you are promoting them in advance of the event.

Utilize the content of your speakers for content curation. The flipside is that if your speakers become advocates, you help prepare landing pages for them, special discount codes, you interview them, help them create content that they can share with their networks. These networks are often vastly underutilized by most events that I see out there.

Make a better use of paid social. Retargeting is a standard practice these days, but not every event marketer is retargeting. Use paid social. Build community. Get people to the website. Retarget. Not rocket science. Don’t know if everyone’s doing that right now. It bears reminding as a best practice. And really, there is only so much that you can do on social organically. You have to have a component of paid social if you want to be successful on social in 2017.

Celebrate your fans. If you’ve done this event in the past, find out who your top tweeters are. Give them free admission in hopes that they will be doing as much tweeting to spread the word about your event. Celebrate those people that go out of their way to spread the word about your event, and bring them in for free—or a significant discount. Get them to help you spread the word. That’s one of the inexpensive ways and from a customer experience marketing perspective, one of the best things you can do, as well.

Influencer marketing. Give them free admission. If there are compelling influencers that you can invite as speakers, as moderators or as part of a panel, then do it. Have these at your event. It will pay off for you—from a social media promotion pre-event, during event, and post-event, as well.

Desert Island Music:

I guess Elvis Costello would be one of the people I think of. I’ve been a long-time fan and have seen several of his concerts. He has a lot of stuff from his early punk or new wave days to even country music ballads and other interesting experiments so that whatever mood I was in, I’d have music for.

Andrew Pickering and Peter Garland

Co-founders, Andrew & Pete

It's no good just saying 'come to this event, it's going to be great for X, Y, Z reasons' - you should SHOW it.

If it's an event that has happened previously - then get sharing videos and photos of previous successful events, maybe even video testimonials from those who attended. If it's something brand new there's still things you can do too.

One of the best ways to do this is via live video. How about showing people around the venue via live video? How about doing little guest interviews with speakers via live video leading up to the event? Or if the event is for a good cause, how about showing (not just talking) how the event is going to help those people and the impact it will have? Or if it's a music event - how about getting one of your band to play a live show via Facebook live? Whatever content you decide to create for the event it should give people an idea of what the event is going to be like - give them FOMO - so they need to buy a ticket!!

Desert Island Music:

Andrew: Lady Gaga. I am unashamedly a little monster. Pokerface and Bad Romance remind me of fun times at university, and I think she's eclectic enough to not get too bored after a month!

Pete: David Guetta would help turn the beach into a BEACH PARTY!

Wahiba Chair

Senior Social Media Strategist, Instructor, and Speaker, Wahiba Chair Consulting

The biggest advice I would give someone / an organization is to have a strategy and tactical plan that outlines who will do what when re: event promotion. I see so many events with great potential missing out on exposure and buzz simply because there is no well thought of integrated campaign. Or, because of lack of oversight on details; a common one being that different parties are not tagged properly on social. And speaking of, let me give you a real world example.

Last year I started #YVRSocial, a community of social media enthusiasts and professionals in Vancouver, BC. Our first event sold out with 100+ attendees, and trended on Twitter. But that was no accident.  It was a well thought of and executed integrated campaign that involved all of our stakeholders (i.e. speakers, sponsors, venue etc.). When that happens, and it happens well, everyone wins.

Here are the high level steps we took to make it happen:

Identify event objectives: Our primary objective was to drive event registrations. Secondarily, it was to drive engagement.

Develop an event digital promotional plan around our objectives inclusive of various tactics including email, social engagement (mostly organic), media sponsorship, and cross-promotions. We allocated different tasks to team members based on strengths and availability.

Execute the plan and make it easy for people to participate. For instance, we had a media kit with promotional images (seized correctly for each social channel) and sample tweets, Facebook and LinkedIn posts that speakers, sponsors, and volunteers could easily share. We also ensured to tag the right parties in relevant messaging in order to help us amplify our voice to their respective communities. I find Twitter is one of the best channels to do so. Another small tactics we used is to find people who registered on Twitter and then share an “excited to see you soon” message/GIF which they generally would amplify to their respective communities. This helped us build advocacy into the event promotion.

Example of a “pre-event” tweet to attendees by #YVRSocial volunteer

Desert Island Music:  

I would probably pick Bob Marley. Though I’m not a huge music buff, I’ve become a bigger fan of his after visiting Jamaica last year.

Joel Comm

CEO, Author, and Speaker, Joel Comm Inc.

Social media is a great place to promote your events. If you are going to be doing repeat events, having a Facebook group for members is a great place to start. Think of like a meetup group of sorts. And then, you'll want to set up a specific event page on Facebook for each event you conduct.

I find it helpful to create banners and graphics specific to the event. These can be shared across all the social platforms. Be sure to include a url on the image and in your posts that points to where people can register for the event or purchase tickets. (If you are in the Denver area, you are invited to our big event on June 30th at comm.us/smsdenver.)

Desert Island Music:

This question is always so unfair because I think no matter what I pick I'll eventually get sick of it! For now, I'm going to go with my #1 album of all time, Dark Side of the Moon.

Sunny Lenarduzzi

Social Media Strategist and Consultant

I always say break it into pre, during and post.In the pre-promotion, you want to use a lot of quick hit video teasers across social platforms and have them highly stylized to create hype around the event. If possible, you also want to highlight testimonials from past events to build buzz. During, you want to create FOMO by sharing as much live content as possible and Also you’ll want to share event recaps and ask influential attendees to share their thoughts on the event through social/blogging platforms.

Desert Island Music:

Al Green. I know that sounds weird, but I'm on a major soul kick right now and his voice makes my heart happy.

Daniel Hill

Social Media Consultant, Daniel Hill Media

Show the fun that people had. Show the real-world results that came from two people meeting. Show the conversations, and how the introductions became relationships. Show how 90% of life is just showing up, and this is their chance to do exactly that.

A picture is worth 1,000 words - so I would recommend using Instagram for some of the great pictures from prior events. Show people smiling, shaking hands, making connections, and building relationships. Show well-known speakers talking in a small group of engaged listeners, indicating their accessibility before and after sessions.

Knowing that a picture is worth a 1,000 words, how much more is a video? I went to a conference last year that built anticipation by releasing a video trailer as a preview of the content. This worked extremely well because it could be shared with others and get them interested in attending the conference as a guest. Video on Instagram can be up to 60 seconds, and that same video can be posted on YouTube, Facebook, and other sites. The goal is to make the video content so engaging that the immediate reaction is to share it and tag others in the post to draw their attention to it. It takes time and effort to make a great video, but the people watching will know exactly what to look forward to.

Desert Island Music:

Red Hot Chili Peppers but only from the Californication album onward. Nothing before 1998 except for "Soul to Squeeze". Their music has the underlying funk groove that you need to really get into the state of flow when you're trying to work, or when you're flying down the highway on the way to the beach. On the plus side, if I'm stuck on a desert island, I'll already be at the beach.

Luria Petrucci

Co-founder, Live Streaming Pros

One of the best ways to promote your event is to get your audience INVOLVED in the process so they’re totally invested in it and they feel like it’s as much THEIR event as it is yours.

How do you do that? With a Buzz Campaign. Go LIVE on social channels (Facebook LIVE, Periscope, YouTube LIVE or Instagram LIVE) early and often in the event planning process and bring them along for the journey.

Talk to them about what you’re doing. Involve them in the decision making process (you don’t have to give up control, but ASK them what they think). Share your experiences, your stress, the things that go wrong and the things that go right.

The bottom line is… the more they feel a part of the creation of the event, the more likely they are to HAVE TO be there at the event!

Desert Island Band:

Hmm… that’s a hard one! LIGHTS or Brandi Carlile (I cheated and picked two because I just can’t decide!)

Dorien Morin-van Dam

Social Media Marketing Consultant, More In Media

Step 1 - Create a written plan for promotion. Write down goals, objectives, target audience, budget, social media channels to be used, etc.

Step 2 - Create content to be used for the campaign(s). This includes images in all sizes for your chosen platforms and videos.

Step 3 - Implement any and all ideas for promotion on as many social media channels as possible. This includes outreach to bloggers, podcasters and vloggers to be on their show/blog as a guest, paid advertising, email marketing campaigns and a brand ambassador program.

Step 4 - Measure results daily/weekly and do more of what yields best results. Adjust as you go!

Desert Island Music:

It would have to be Adelle! I could scream with her, croon with her, sing with her, dance with her and cry with her.

Alon Alroy

Co-founder & CMO, Bizzabo

Unleash the Power of Your Audience: Part 1

Find a way to turn your attendees into promoters on social media because your voice is never objective when you promote your event. Think about reaching out to sponsors and vendors, but speakers, as well.

It’s not just enough to create a speaker card and be done with it. It’s a matter of iterating and optimizing to reach maximum engagement.

One useful tactic is to create speaker cards. People like to retweet things that make them look good. Simply find a photo, tag your promoter, and post it. Make sure to include any other relevant hashtags or handles.

Take for example this simple speaker card that Liz King recently created for her event TechsyTalk.

I saw this image on Facebook and thought, I want to share this! Notice the position of the text in the lower right-hand corner. One thing that King does that is great is that she constantly experiments with where the text is placed in her speaker cards. It’s not just enough to create a speaker card and be done with it. It’s a matter of iterating and optimizing to reach maximum engagement.

Unleash the Power of Your Audience: Part 2

Another great way to turn your attendees into promoters is with technology that incentivizes them to promote their event. For instance, Ticket Boost allows attendees to recoup a percentage of their registration price for every other person they get to attend using a special trackable link in social media. It can also be setup to reduce the ticket price of those who buy from your attendees for a double-sided incentive. Because these links are trackable, event organizers can see who their top promoters are and engage them appropriately.

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Partner Up with Other Conferences

As long as you are not overlapping in dates and topics, partnering up with other conferences is a great way to amplify your event marketing efforts. This lends itself to cross promotion on-site, in newsletters, and on social media. For instance you can feature something like “Check out our sister conference” on your event’s Facebook Page. To get the most out of these partnerships, make sure that the conferences that you partner up with have a big social media follower base.

Desert Island Music:

Barbara Streissand [I actually asked Eran, our other co-founder about to answer on behalf of Alon. I think this one is a joke.]

Nick Borelli

President & Strategist, Borelli Strategies

The three top tips I have for promoting your event through social media:

Know Your Audience. Before you promote your event, do as much research as you can on the types of attendees you are trying to sell to. Find out the answers to what excites them (what gets the most retweets), who is the most influential (check Klout scores), and what problems they have (join Linkedin and Facebook groups around your event’s topics). To be effectively social within a community, you have to become a native. If you just start selling at them you will become part of the noise they already don’t pay attention to.

Build A Team. Don’t promote your event by yourself, give tools to the people who are in the best position to help raise awareness and convert. All of your event’s formal stakeholders (sponsors, presenters, and vendor partners) should be given graphics, suggested social media copy, and links to help ensure this endeavor they are contributing to is successful. Determine who is the most influential to your potential attendees and incentivize them to promote for you as well.

Be Social. In order to sell tickets, you can’t always post about selling tickets. Focus on the mission of your event. If your event is educational, host Twitter Q&A sessions with experts. If you are planning an event to celebrate achievements, your posts shine a light on those who are contributing to the area you focus on. Your posts are just as much an extension of your mission as your event is.

Desert Island Music:

I’d have to go with something that is a bit cheerier than what I usually listen to (Bon Iver, Iron and Wine & Sufjan Stevens). I listen to different music depending on my mood, season and environment and Vampire Weekend would probably be exactly what I needed for that scenario.

Wrapping Up: The Power of the People

There's no shortage of great event marketing advice from these social media pros, but several tips have come up again and again:

Plan Ahead: As you begin preparing for your event, make sure that you have a social media strategy outlined. Before, during, and after your event, there will be ample opportunities to market it on social media.

Record Your Event: In both photos and videos, make sure you are recording your event. Interview attendees and speakers, put together a sizzler reel, show the world that your event is awesome. Facebook Live and other live video mediums will be helpful.

Utilize the Power of the People: Whether you use an influence marketing, brand advocacy marketing, speaker cards and content, or a social media tool like Ticket Boost, make sure you tap into the power of the people surrounding your event. 

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from Cameron Jones Updates http://blog.bizzabo.com/event-marketing-wisdom-from-12-social-media-experts