Madness  -  Five

Pairing: Dark!Steve X Reader

Summary: Steve Rogers is America’s Golden Boy, right? Wrong. To the outside world, he might be, but you get an up close and personal view of just how fucked up the hero is. And he has big plans for you.

Chapter Warnings: Smut, Language, Manipulation, Injuries, Stockholm syndrome, Angst, Violence

Word Count: 2.2K

A/n: Back at it again. Angst central

!!!THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!!

SERIES MASTERLIST

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“Any luck on the (Y/l/n) case?” Nat asks, sliding a paper cup of coffee to the two super soldiers.

Steve stiffens at the mention of your last name.

“None yet. It’s like she just…. disappeared off the face of the Earth. Fuck, maybe she did!” Nat rolls her eyes and punches Bucky in the arm.

“Here’s what I think happened: a stranger comes and takes her after work. Cameras show a man following her for a little while. Then he… somehow avoids all cameras while bringing her wherever it is he has her. We’ve gotta question all the people in the building and check any footage from cameras in the area.” Steve chokes on his coffee, a little afraid of getting caught and very afraid of all his progress with you being destroyed.

“Steve? You okay? You seem tense. For like, the first time in weeks.” He looks over at his friends and smiles a tight smile at them.

“I’m fine. I just… I think I need some air.” He leaves the room and grabs his phone, typing in the number to the house.

~*~

The phone rings, pulling you from your book. You hesitantly check the caller ID, a smile breaking out across your face as you see who it is.

“Hello?” You sound breathless and eager but you don’t care.

“Hi, sweetheart. How’re you doing?” You find yourself feeling fluttery.

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BOTH OF THEM

everyone who reads this post will get some big spicy joy within 24 large minutes (hours)

Ok y'all but like I’m not even kidding about this I read this post yesterday and today I got an email from the peeps at hamilton and I won the lotto gor $10 tickets and I would like to give all my thanks to the internet’s favorite fish, Goldie Gurston, for making this possible because I totally believe they did this with their amazing gay powers

So I know this is likely a coincidence…but I reblogged this and just now discovered I’ve been given a $150 amazon gift card as a bonus at work. So thank you, fish!

If it worked for them I hope it works for everyone else

Some big spicy joy pls

SOME BIG SPICY JOY PLEASE

i request the big spicy joy

Hair Tie

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Who thought a hair tie could change your and Bucky’s life so much?

Words: 4k

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of teasing, domestic!dad!Bucky

A/N: Here it is! This fic is based after a headcanon I posted a few months ago and I couldn’t help myself but write it. I hope you’ll like it! Also, as per usual, thank you my darling @sgtjbuccky for giving this a good read! 

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There are many things Bucky did that he is not exactly proud of. Some of them are minor like stealing a few quarters in his mom’s purse to buy hot dogs and candies and impress a girl from school, other included kissing lady that he knew already had a boyfriend just to prove her and himself that he was better, but most of the things Bucky isn’t proud of included blood, scream and fear.

He knows that he wasn’t himself when he did all these things, he was a kid, a horny teenager and a brainwashed puppet in the hands of a Nazi organization and everyday, Bucky works to make amends of his terrible actions. Saving people from the said organization and other dangers being his top priority with trying to make peace with himself. And training new CIA trainees to fight people like him.

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The Best Life

Can I request a Bucky x reader where he jist found out she’s pregnant and they already chose that Steve is going to be the godfather but they want 2nd one and Bucky just walks up to Sam and casually hands him an unwrapped baby onsie with i ❤ my goddad sam. And reader is just recording the whole thing?

He had come home to you Thursday night tired and worn from his instruction of new recruits and a few hours spent in the lab with Shuri who had been making visits to New York every three months. It was nice to see her. 

But he had eventually come home and thrown his keys into the little bowl you had beside the door, toed off his biker boots and stretched his arms over his head before picking up the kitten who was already halfway up his thigh. He placed the baby kitten on his shoulder and she immediately buried herself in his neck, purring loudly and tickling him with her whiskers. 

You had just gotten a cat only a month ago, and while at first, James was nervous about something so small being so close to his metal arm, she didn’t seem to care much, always preferring it over his flesh arm for some reason. 

Cats, man. 

But you had been in the kitchen, pulling a pan out of the oven and turning off the timer, squawking when he had wrapped his thick arms around your waist and pulled you close. You swear, even after two years and one engagement, you would never be used to how quiet this man was. 

“Hey Sweetheart,”  He mumbled, grumbly voice sending a shiver down your spine. You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head and you went lax in his arms, humming when he nipped your neck lightly. Stupid hormones. 

“Hey, handsome.” You whispered back. swaying with him. 

“How’s my best girl today?”

“Pineapple? She’s fine. Found her sleeping in your slipper this morning.” You joked, pulling away and placing the oven mitts into the drawer. He rolled his eyes and smacked your hip lightly while laughing. 

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...Of The Line (Introduction)

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YN Banner had grown up under her father’s wing. Her mother had left her at his doorstep in New York, swaddled in nothing but a baby pink blanket and a note describing how she was too much of her father. How she was too much of Hulk— the strength of him, and his same green eyes— it was too much for her mother. 

He took her in without a doubt in his mind. He had never hulked out when she cried as a baby, or when she fell from a large boulder in Spain. In fact, Hulk seemed only concerned for her— no desire to show himself but all the desire in the world to shelter her from all that was bad or could hurt. And he did so— for sixteen long years, he had taught her to control herself, taught her to be gentle, and taught her to pick her fights only when she had no other option. She made her first perfect stitch at ten, she had corrected him on the progression of Gamma Cells at twelve. She was everything he could want in a child. 

His heart, still, broke for her. 

She had lost her first patient in Somalia—a child just shy of five to radiation poisoning. She had never had a home, nor a best friend, nor a proper education. Sure, she could explain the basis of nuclear physics in a way a child could understand (something he still couldn’t do) but she didn’t know how to write an essay, how to sit down long enough to understand the meaning of a story because hell, there was no time for that when you grew up running. 

Until 2012 a few months after her sixteenth birthday when Natasha Romanoff swept her and Bruce to the big city of New York. 

“What’s your name, Little Lamb?” She had crooned, tucking a strand of hair behind YN’s ear. Her touch was gentle, the caress of her still chubby cheek almost longing. 

“YN Banner, Ma’am.”

“It’s Natasha to you, Pretty Lamb.”

Everything picked up after that— YN and Bruce had been shoved into an expensive lab (with swivelling seats!) and a time bomb of a weapon with probably the most overwhelming man on the planet. YN had actually grabbed his forearm when he jabbed Bruce int he side with a pen, hoping to bring out Big Guy. Her grip was too strong for that of a sixteen-year-old, and he wasn’t afraid like he should have been. He was amazed. 

“YN Banner. Little genetic miracle. Nice to finally meet you and not read about you.”

“Touch my dad again like that and I’ll rip your arm off.”

“Good.”

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An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

It isn’t uncommon for this particular demon to be summoned—from exhausting Halloween party pranks in abandoned barns to more legitimate (more exhausting) ceremonies in forests—but it has to admit, this is the first time it’s been called forth from its realm into a claustrophobic living room bathed in the dull orange-pink glow of old glass lamps and a multitude of wide-eyed, creepy antique porcelain dolls that could give Chucky a run for his money with all of their silent, seething stares combined. Accompanying those oddities are tea cup and saucer sets on shelves atop frilly doilies crocheted with the utmost care, and cross-stitched, colorful ‘Home Sweet Home’s hung across the wood-paneled walls.

It’s a mistake—a wrong number, per se. No witch it’s ever known has lived in such an, ah, dated, home. Furthermore, no practitioner that ever summoned it has been absent, as if they’d up and ding-dong ditched it. No, it didn’t work that way. Not at all. Not if they want to survive the encounter.

It hears the clinking of movement in the room adjacent—the kitchen, going by the pungent, bitter scent of cooled coffee and soggy, sweet sponge cakes, but more jarring is the smell of blood. It moves—feels something slip beneath its clawed foot as it does, and sees a crocheted blanket of whites and greys and deep black yarn, wound intricately, perfectly, into a summoning circle. Its summoning circle. There is a small splash of bright scarlet and sharp, jagged bits of a broken curio scattered on top, as if someone had dropped it, attempted to pick it up the pieces and pricked their finger. It would explain the blood. And it would explain the demon being brought into this strange place.

As it connects these pieces in its mind, the inhabitant of the house rounds the corner and exits the kitchen, holding a damp, white dish towel close to her hand and fumbling with the beaded bifocals hanging from her neck by a crocheted lanyard before stopping dead in her tracks.

Now, to be fair, the demon wouldn’t ordinarily second guess being face-to-face with a hunchbacked crone with a beaked nose, beady eyes and a peculiar lack of teeth, or a spidery shawl and ankle-length black dress, but there is definitely something amiss here. Especially when the old biddy lets her spectacles fall slack on her bosom and erupts into a wide, toothy (toothless) grin, eyes squinting and crinkling from the sheer effort of it.

“Todd! Todd, dear, I didn’t know you were visiting this year! You didn’t call, you didn’t write—but, oh, I’m so happy you’re here, dear! Would it have been too much to ask you to ring the doorbell? I almost had a heart attack. And don’t worry about the blood, here—I had an accident. My favorite figure toppled off of the table and cleanup didn’t go as expected. But I seem to recall you are quite into the bloodshed and ‘edgy’ stuff these days, so I don’t suppose you mind.” She releases a hearty, kind laugh, but it isn’t mocking, it’s sweet. Grandmotherly. The demon is by no means sentimental or maudlin, but the kindness, the familiarity, the genuine fondness, does pull a few dusty old nostalgic heartstrings. “Imagine if it leaves a scar! It’d be a bit ‘badass,’ as you teenagers say, wouldn’t it?”

She is as blind as a bat without her glasses, it would appear, because the demon is by no means a ‘Todd’ or a human at all, though humanoid, shrouded in sleek, black skin and hard spikes and sharp claws. But the demon humors her, if only because it had been caught off guard.

The old woman smiles still, before turning on her heel and shuffling into the hallway with a stiff gait revealing a poor hip. “Be a dear and make some more coffee, would you please? I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

Yes, this is most definitely a mistake. One for the record books, for certain. For late-night trips to bars and conversations with colleagues, while others discuss how many souls they’d swindled in exchange for peanuts, or how many first-borns they’d been pledged for things idiot humans could have gained without divine intervention. Ugh. Sometimes it all just became so pedantic that little detours like this were a blessing—happy accidents, as the humans would say.

That’s why the demon does as asked, and plods slowly into the kitchen, careful to duck low and avoid the top of the doorframe. That’s why it gingerly takes the small glass pot and empties it of old, stale coffee and carefully, so carefully, takes a measuring scoop between its claws and fills the machine with fresh grounds. It’s as the hot water is percolating that the old woman returns, her index finger wrapped tight in a series of beige bandages.

“I’m surprised you’re so tall, Todd! I haven’t seen you since you were at my hip! But your mother mails photos all the time—you do love wearing all black, don’t you?” She takes a seat at the small round table in the corner and taps the glass lid of the cake plate with quaking, unsteady, aged hands. “I was starting to think you’d never visit. Your father and I have had our disagreements, but…I am glad you’re here, dear. Would you like some cake?” Before the demon has a chance to decline, she lifts the lid and cuts a generous slice from the near-complete circle that has scarcely been touched. It smells of citrus and cream and is, as assumed earlier, soggy, oversaturated with icing.

It was made for a special occasion, for guests, but it doesn’t seem this old woman receives much company in this musty, stagnant house that smells like an antique garage that hadn’t had its dust stirred in years.

Especially not from her absentee grandson, Todd.

The demon waits until the coffee pot is full, and takes two small mugs from the counter, filling them until steam is frothing over the rims. Then, and only then, does it accept the cake and sit, with some difficulty, in a small chair at the small table. It warbles out a polite ‘thank you,’ but it doesn’t suppose the woman understands. Manners are manners regardless.

“Oh, dear, I can hardly understand. Your voice has gotten so deep, just like your grandfather’s was. That, and I do recall you have an affinity for that gravelly, screaming music. Did your voice get strained? It’s alright, dear, I’ll do the talking. You just rest up. The coffee will help soothe.”

The demon merely nods—some communication can be understood without fail—and drinks the coffee and eats the cake with a too-small fork. It’s ordinary, mushy, but delicious because of the intent behind it and the love that must have gone into its creation.

“I hope you enjoyed all of the presents I sent you. You never write back—but I am aware most people use that fancy E-mail these days. I just can’t wrap my head around it. I do wish your mom and dad would visit sometime. I know of a wonderful little café down the street we can go to. I haven’t been; I wanted to visit it with Charles, before he…well.” She falls silent in her rambling, staring into her coffee with a small, melancholy smile. “I can’t believe it’s been ten years. You never had the chance to meet him. But never mind that.” Suddenly, and with surprising speed that has the demon concerned for her well being, she moves to her feet, bracing her hands on the edge of the table. “I may as well give you your birthday present, since you’re here. What timing! I only finished it this morning. I’ll be right back.”

When she returns, the white, grey and black crocheted work with the summoning circle is bundled in her arms.  

“I found these designs in an occult book I borrowed from the library. I thought you’d like them on a nice, warm blanket to fight off the winter chill—I hope you do like it.” With gentle hands, she spreads the blanket over the demon’s broad, spiky back like a shawl, smoothing it over craggy shoulders and patting its arms affectionately. “Happy birthday, Todd, dear.”

Well, that settles it. Whoever, wherever, Todd is, he’s clearly missing out. The demon will just have to be her grandson from now on.

this is so sweet. it made me want to hug someone.

i had to

I WOULD WATCH SIX SEASONS AND A MOVIE

Okay but she takes him to the little cafe and all of the people in her town are like “What is that thing, what the hell, Anette?” and she’s like “Don’t you remember my grandson Todd?” and the entire town just has to play along because no one will tell little old Nettie that her grandson is an actual demon because this is the happiest she’s been since her husband died.

Bonus: In season 4 she makes him run for mayor and he wins

I just want to watch ‘Todd’ help her with groceries, and help her with cooking, and help her clean up the dust around the house and air it out, and fill it with spring flowers because Anette mentioned she loved hyacinth and daffodils.   Over the seasons her eyesight worsens, so ‘Todd’ brings a hellhound into the house to act as her seeing eye dog, and people in town are kinda terrified of this massive black brute with fur that drips like thick oil, and a mouth that can open all the way back to its chest, but ‘Honey’ likes her hard candies, and doesn’t get oil on the carpet, and when ‘Todd’ has to go back to Hell for errands, Honey will snuggle up to Anette and rest his giant head on her lap, and whuff at her pockets for butterscotch.  Anette never gives ‘Todd’ her soul, but she gives him her heart

In season six, Anette gets sick. She spends most of the season bedridden and it becomes obvious by about midway through the season that she’s not going to make it to the end of the season. Todd spends the season travelling back and forth between the human realm and his home plane, trying hard to find something, anything that will help Anette get better, to prolong her life. He’s tried getting her to sell him her soul, but she’s just laughed, told him that he shouldn’t talk like that. With only a few episodes left in the season Anette passes away, Todd is by her side. When the reaper comes for her Todd asks about the fate of her soul. In a dispassionate voice the reaper informs Todd that Anette spent the last few years of her life cavorting with creatures of darkness, that there can be only one fate for her. Todd refuses to accept this and he fights the reaper, eventually injuring the creature and driving it off. Knowing that Anette cannot stay in the Human Realm, and refusing to allow her spirit to be taken by another reaper, so he takes her soul in his arms. He’s done this before, when mortals have sold themselves to him. This time the soul cradled against his chest does not snuggle and fight. This time the soul held tight against him reaches out, pats him on the cheek tells him he was a good boy, and so handsome, just like his grandfather.  Todd takes Anette back to the demon realm, holding her tight against him as he travels across the bleak and forebidding landscape; such a sharp contrast to the rosy warmth of Anette’s home. Eventually, in a far corner of his home plane, Todd finds what he is looking for. It is a place where other demons do not tread; a large boulder cracked and broken, with a gap just barely large enough for Todd to fit through. This crack, of all things, gives him pause, but Anette’s soul makes a comment about needing to get home in time to feed Honey, and Todd forces himself to pass through it. He travels in darkness for a while, before he emerges into into a light so bright that it’s blinding. His eyes adjust slowly, and he finds himself face to face with two creatures, each of them at least twice his size one of them has six wings and the head of a lion, one of them is an amorphous creature within several rings. The lion-headed one snarls at Todd, and demands that he turn back, that he has no business here.  Todd looks down, holding Anette’s soul against his chest, he takes a deep breath, and speaks a single word, “Please.” The two larger beings are taken aback by this. They are too used to Todd’s kind being belligerent, they consult with each other, they argue. The amorphous one seems to want to be lenient, the lion-headed one insists on being stricter. While they’re arguing Todd sneaks by them and runs as fast as he can, deeper into the brightly lit expanse. The path on which he travels begins to slope upwards, and eventually becomes a staircase. It becomes evident that each step further up the stair is more and more difficult for Todd, that it’s physically paining him to climb these stairs, but he keeps going.

They dedicate a full episode to this climb; interspersing the climb with scenes they weren’t able to show in previous seasons, Anette and Honey coming to visit Todd in the Mayor’s office, Anette and Todd playing bingo together for the first time, Anette and Todd watching their stories together in the mid afternoon, Anette falling asleep in her chair and Todd gently carrying her to bed. Anette making Todd lemonade in the summer while he’s up on the roof fixing that leak and cleaning out the rain gutters. Eventually Todd reaches the top, and all but collapses, he falls to a knee and for the first time his grip on Anette’s soul slips, and she falls away from him. Landing on the ground. He reaches out for her, but someone gets there first. Another hand reaches out, and helps this elderly woman off the ground, helps her get to her feet. Anette gasps, it’s Charles. The pair of them throw their arms around each other. Anette tells Charles that she’s missed him so much, and she has so much to tell him. Charles nods. Todd watches a soft smile on his face. A delicate hand touches Todd’s shoulder, and pulls him easily to his feet. A figure; we never see exactly what it looks like, leans down, whispering in Todd’s ear that he’s done well, and that Anette will be well taken care of here. That she will spend an eternity with her loved ones. Todd looks back over to her, she’s surrounded by a sea of people. Todd nods, and smiles. The figure behind him tells him that while he has done good in bringing Anette here, this is not his place, and he must leave. Todd nods, he knew this would be the case. Todd gets about six steps down the stairway before he is stopped by someone grabbing his shoulder again. He turns around, and Anette is standing behind him. She gives him a big hug and leads him back up the stairs, he should stay, she says. Get to know the family. Todd tries to tell her that he can’t stay, but she won’t hear it. She leads him up into the crowd of people and begins introducing him to long dead relatives of hers, all of whom give him skeptical looks when she introduces him as her grandson. The mysterious figure appears next to Todd again and tells him once more he must leave, Todd opens his mouth to answer but Anette cuts him off. Nonsense, she tells the figure. IF she’s gonna stay here forever her grandson will be welcome to visit her. She and the figure stare at each other for a moment. The figure eventually sighs and looks away, the figure asks Todd if she’s always like this. Todd just shrugs and smiles, allowing Anette to lead him through a pair of pearly gates, she’s already talking about how much cake they’ll need to feed all of these relatives. 

P.S. Honey is a Good Dog and gets to go, too.

the last lines of the show:

demon: you’re not blind here – but you’re not surprised. when…?

anette: oh, toddy, don’t be silly, my biological grandson’s not twelve feet tall and doesn’t scorch the furniture when he sneezes. i’ve known for ages.

demon: then why?

anette: you wouldn’t have stayed if you weren’t lonely too.

demon: you… you don’t have to keep calling me your grandson.

anette: nonsense! adopted children are just as real. now quit sniffling, you silly boy, and let’s go bake a cake. honey, heel!

honey: W̝̽̂̿͂͝Ọ̮̹̲̪̋ͦͅO̸̘͔̬͊F̜̫͙̟͕͖̙̋ͫ͌͗

that addition is a+ :)

THE ONLY ENDING I WILL EVER ACCEPT FOR THIS

Every time this post shows up on my dash, it gets better (and more heart wrenching. Y’all! Stop cutting the onions okay?!).

If ever don’t reblogging this, I’m either dead, dying, or buried under cat.

This is why I love Tumblr so much! Thank you all for collaborating on this prompt and turning it into something beautiful <3

Honestly, this post has been on my dash several times , and whenever I see it , this perfection is just more perfect……..

A LONG ASS LIST OF TIPS FOR HIGH SCHOOL: FRESHMAN TO SENIOR YEAR LETS GO

Disclaimer: This is just from my experience, so these might not all apply to you! 

Freshman Year

Sophomore Year

Junior Year

Senior Year (buckle up this section is the longest)

My Love, My Life (Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader) - Chapter 1

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter!Reader, Eventual Peter Parker x Reader

Series Summary: The world’s famous playboy inventor, Tony Stark, is the father of a little girl.

A/N: This series will follow the timeline of the MCU leading up to Endgame. Thank you so much for the love from the teaser I released! I really hope you all enjoy this series!

Las Vegas

2008

“Tony Stark. Visionary. Genius. American patriot. Even from an early age, the son of legendary weapons developer Howard Stark quickly stole the spotlight with his brilliant and unique mind. At age four, he built his first circuit board. At age six, his first engine. And at 17, he graduated summa cum laude from MIT.   Then, the passing of a titan… ” 

The Starks were indeed titans. They had the world wrapped around their fingers and could outsmart 100 scientists combined. Hate them or love them, every person wishes they could be even the slightest bit successful. It all started when Howard Stark created an empire filled with inventions that revolutionalized weapons building. Since then, they haven’t stopped growing. 

“…until, at age 21, the prodigal son returns and is anointed the new CEO of Stark Industries. With the keys to the kingdom, Tony ushers in a new era for his father’s legacy. Stark along with his wife, Diana L/N, have created smarter weapons, advanced robotics, satellite targeting.”

Tony Stark did go to that cafe. He had never met someone who understood him more as well as someone who was able to handle him. Tony Stark, a long known bachelor, finally met the woman of his dreams. He tied the knot with her within a year of dating and Tony swore he has never been happier in his entire life. He had never been so in love before  and was excited about his future with her. Especially about something they created together.

“…following Diana’s death in 2004, Tony Stark continues to carry her and his father’s legacy by ensuring freedom and protecting America and her interests around the globe.”

Obadiah Stane cheered as the video presentation ended. Of course, his longtime friend James Rhodes would be the one presenting the award to him. It didn’t shock him, however, when he wasn’t there to accept it.

The world wasn’t shocked when they found out Tony Stark turned back to his old ways after his wife died. The woman he loved most was gone and there was nothing he could do about it. Except maybe gambling, sleeping around, drinking, and partying. But it was just like old times for him. While he does have responsibility (for reasons only he would know), some wished he could be a better role model.

It was the usual, Stark would go out to some luxurious party, drink some (maybe more), meet new people, and bring home some beauty who was fool enough to fall for his tricks. This one, however, was as irritating as it could get. Sure, she was pretty, but she did have a big mouth especially since she’s a journalist. Tony did not like her, not one bit, but he wanted to celebrate on getting his award somehow. 

The next morning, after being awoken by JARVIS, she threw on the shirt he wore last night and truly took in the beauty that is the large mansion he lived in. A beautiful view of the California coast, it was truly a dream home.

“Tony?” she whispered, exiting the bedroom.

She made her way towards the living room, not a single peep could be heard. That is until she reached the living area. She gasped softly as she saw a smaller figure on the couch wearing pink bunny pajamas. A bowl of cereal sat in her lap as she chewed the sugary chocolate bran.

“Hello,” she said, putting her spoon down into the bowl. 

“Hello?” Christine Everhart whispered, confused on why there is a small child in Stark’s home

“My name is Y/N. Are you Number 4?″ she said

“Number 4?”

“The fourth girl daddy brought home with him this month. He tells me that they are from work. Do you work with my daddy?”

“Something like that. I don’t think your daddy likes me very much”

“He’s not the only one,” she said out of the blue

Ms. Everhart was taken by shock, although she shouldn’t be at all.

“I see you’ve met Mr. Stark’s daughter,” a female voice said behind her. She turned her head to see a taller blonde woman behind her, carrying a hanger of clothes covered in plastic.

“I’ve got your clothes here. They’ve been dry-cleaned and pressed,   and there’s a car waiting for you outside that will take you anywhere you’d like to go,” she said, Everhart walking towards her.

“You must be the famous Pepper Potts,” she said

“Indeed I am”

“Funny, I didn’t know that Tony had a little girl.”

“A lot of people don’t. It is his best interest to keep her existence out of the public eye as he wants privacy for his daughter. It’s what his wife wanted as well”

“Huh. After all these years, Tony still has you picking up the dry-cleaning.“ Everhart snarked, taking her clothes from Pepper

“I do anything and everything that Mr. Stark requires; Including, occasionally, taking out the trash.” Pepper replied, eyeing her up and down. A little giggle can be heard from the little girl on the ouch

“Will that be all?”

———

“Daddy!” the girl squealed, making Tony turn his head back. The small girl ran to him as Pepper hung up the phone, tucking it under her folder. 

“Hey squirt,” he said, groaning as he picked her up. She was almost seven, but that doesn’t stop him from loving his little girl any less. 

“I thought you supposed to be leaving for school?” he practically cooed

“She didn’t want to leave before saying bye to you first. Which by the way, you should be halfway across the world by now.” Pepper said

“That’s funny, I thought with it being my plane and all, that it would just wait for me to get there…” 

He and Pepper always bantered. Business this business that. He’s late for this She can’t do that. You thought it was cute. It wasn’t fighting, it was them being them. Sometimes you wondered if your father liked Pepper (yes in that way) and you’ve asked him. He never gave you an answer. 

Tony never let you out of his hands. You rested your face into his neck as he rubbed your back. All the talking he and Pepper were doing

“…get yourself something nice from me.”

“I already did.”

 “And?”

“It was very nice. Very tasteful. Thank you, Mr. Stark” she said, smiling

“You’re welcome Ms. Potts”

They gave each other one last smile before Pepper snapped out of her thoughts.

“Come on, Y/N. Let’s get you to school little missy”

Tony let you down, not before kissing your cheek.

“I love you squirt, Daddy will be home soon. Be good to Pepper okay?” he asked and you nodded.

“I love you, daddy”

Taglist: @loricwizardbluetoastedcake @rexorangecouny @xgoldenhour @heavensgaymenace @loxbbg 

Mods are asleep post forbidden tits

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Perfectly balanced as all things should be…

Mods are asleep post forbidden tits

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Perfectly balanced as all things should be…

I finally found this, after searching everywhere for it. Credits to @illyrianrhys via Twitter/ @adventuresofaraven via Tumblr 💕

fuck. fuck.

Fucking butter.

things that are over: my life and what i originally thought of my voice

i quit

let me go change my underwear…

is this what i hear when i’m entering heaven or 

holy shit eargasm

I love this song so much, I’ve named fic after lines in it.

I MUST reblog this. Don’t u see my name?

FUCK.

Oh my—he’s so pOWERFUL.

oh my god????????????????????

Some of you have never had an ounce of compassion for bisexual women coming to terms with their identity and it shows.

Watch Sex Education on Netflix

why? straight-gay best friends being the main focus of the show… it’s what we deserve

even though the show is set in the present day, they’ve decided to go with the 70s aesthetic vibe which looks just astonishing + the soundtrack slaps

from iconic scenes

through powerful scenes

through random moments that end up being touching

to… well

[jennifer lawrence voice] gay rights!

the reason behind the father being hesitant and (at first) not really supportive of his gay son using make-up and dressing up is that he’s genuinely scared and worried something will happen to him outside because he loves him… truly a father-gay son dynamic we needed to see

Jackson Marchetti. Feminist icon. Abs. Excellence. Does his best. Lesbian moms. Charming. What’s there not to love? Let him breathe, Netflix.

“I love her!” be more specific

the hero of the show actually being an awkward guy and a very likeable character

this non-problematic legend being out there, loving math and making sure his partner is genuinely sexually pleased

the only two openly gay guys at school are not friends but gay solidarity still exists

Mean Girls 2.0 being really mean but we still stan these vegan icons

literally no one giving a fuck that the gay guy is in the boys changing room… looks like it’s finally 2019

and I mean… Gillian Anderson… hello