and i already had all these scans

My Jensen-Misha photo from jibcon8 this morning. I posted this already from the @fandomnatural account I was livetweeting from but thought I would stick it here too. As soon as I can scan a high res version I will do that too.

Background: All I said was, mostly speaking to Jensen, “Given the events of the finale, could you [JA] just give this guy [MC] a hug?” I added to clarify “Like you just got your best friend back.” I didn’t say anything about expressions or how to stand. I actually had been picturing more just a big ol’ happy smooshy hug w both of them smiling, but what they actually did blew me away. What was interesting was seeing them both silently settle on the pose & expression in almost slow motion, like they were both thinking about it. Jensen kept adjusting his face & head angle. That tragic sad frown appeared kinda like he clicked it on, and he then literally adjusted it twice, like “This frown? This one? No, this one,” and his head also started dropping down, and meanwhile Misha was like slowly tilting his head against Jensen’s (which I also had not asked for) and arranging his face into that incredibly touching mournful/resigned look. Misha kept looking at the camera but in Jensen’s final adjustment he dropped his eyes. (Good lord these guys are pros.)

So every nuance of expression & pose is from Jensen & Misha. I think this is Jensen’s real take on how Dean would look if he got to grab onto Cas again. (and I ended up with this weird certainty in my gut that Jensen had just given me a preview of S13)

I’m working with a client company run by an older gentleman. 

Me: Are you going to send me those changes for the site?

Client: I’m getting them ready now. I’ll send them out soon.

A few days later I received a very large envelope with printed out documents of all the pages of their website with print outs of what changes they wanted typed on other pages paper clipped to them. This included print outs of the IMAGES they wanted me to add to the website — including their new logo.

Me: Uh, would you mind emailing me the actual files?

Client: Oh, sure! If you want.

A few hours I got an email – with scanned PDFs of the paper copies they had already sent me.

yondu lives: a concept

[this came up mid sobbing with @quicksiluers]

  • peter is crying as yondu frames his face with his hands, realising that the father he’d always wanted had been there all this time, blue and mean, but always there
  • rocket had alerted kraglin already what he’d given to yondu to save peter and their ship was ready and scanning for them to emerge from the planet. they got there in time, just in time
  • after yondu and peter had caught their breath, peter punches yondu in the gut for the stunt he just tried to pull. yondu, still wheezing, says, “ah, come off it boy. I was trying to do something good for once in my stupid life.” peter is still shaking, confronted with the near loss of the only good father figure he has in his life and continues yelling at him anyway.
  • yondu realises what he had said to peter when he thought he was going to die and he and peter stare awkwardly at each other before yondu pats peter gingerly on the shoulder and gets up to head to the cockpit to check on his ship
  • kraglin hugs him embarrassedly when he sees him, before sniffing loudly and walking away. rocket tells him he can’t believe that he has to deal with his emotional ass again
  • peter follows yondu around the ship the next five days, fidgeting and making random small talk until yondu snaps and goes, “boy I’m here, I’m alive, I swear to god!” 
  • the next time peter and rocket argue over who’s the better pilot, yondu stands behind peter, crosses his arms and glares at rocket. “i taught quill everything he knows about flying,” he says with a straight face and a small crease of his eyebrows. rocket falls silent and peter takes over with a small smirk
  • yondu doesn’t know about mantis’ power and doesn’t protest when she touches him, until she starts expounding on how much she loves and protects peter to a bemused group of guardians. the tables are turned when she touches peter, looks at yondu and bursts into tears. peter yells.
Warm

Time for some more whump! It’s Day Two- Hypothermia!

Lance and Keith (read: klance) go to an ice planet.

why do i only ever hurt lance


“Figures,” Lance grumbled. “Stereotypical ice planet. Why couldn’t the rebels have lived on, I don’t know, a tropical island? The entire known universe and we can’t stumble across some beach residents in need of rescue?”

“Lance,” Shiro’s disapproving voice sounded over the coms. “The two of them gave me their only ship. Which means we’re helping them. They’re part of a freedom fighter organization, maybe they can help us.”

“Yeah, okay, but why do I have to be the one that gets sent down here? I’m from Cuba! This is way, way below comfortable temperatures for me.”

“Quit whining,” Keith snapped, glaring at Lance over his shoulder. “Our armor’s designed to keep us warm, and this is below comfortable for anyone. And pick up the pace.”

Lance rolled his eyes, but jogged to catch up to him.

“Sorry, Lance, but the red lion is the best at withstanding extreme temperatures. And it’s smaller, and faster than the other lions, so it can better navigate the terrain,” Shiro explained.

“Wish I had help navigating the terrain now,” Lance muttered under his breath. The two of them were currently struggling through over a foot of snow. “And that doesn’t explain why I had to bring Keith with me.”

“Because going on solo missions to unknown locations is how you get killed,” Pidge pointed out. “Star Wars? Hoth? Luke almost getting annihilated by the abominable snowman? Any of that ring a bell?”

“Quiznaking ice planets. Why are we out of the lion anyway, Shiro? Red’s warm. Do you want us to freeze to death and then have to hide inside the body of a space camel?” Lance’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Star Wars, Keith. Remind me to marathon it with you when we get back to Earth. My niece loves those movies, and she’ll eat all the popcorn, but it’s worth it. Trust me.”

“Would you two take this mission seriously?” Shiro asked. Lance could practically see him rubbing his temples exhaustedly. “I know it’s not exactly high-stakes adventure, but these guys saved my life. You’re not going to go prancing around the planet in your lion and accidentally destroy their hideout.”

Prancing? Shiro, I don’t prance, I'm—”

“Lance, look,” Keith interrupted him and pointed out towards a large stretch of ice before them. It would’ve been a lake, had the planet not had such low temperatures. “Pidge, is that the direction we need to go?”

“Yep,” she told them. “The hideout’s not far from the opposite side.”

Keith sighed. “We’ll have to go around.”

“Woah, what? Keith, that lake is huge! It’d be so much easier to walk straight across,” Lance protested. “I’m not about to freeze to death while we take the scenic route.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, that’s ice, dumbass. If it can’t support our weight and breaks then we really could freeze to death! That water’s gotta be a lot worse than this.”

“I’m not an idiot, Keith, I know that. Pidge, if I send you a scan can you see if it’ll support us?” Lance asked. Pidge made a noise of affirmation, and Lance used his armor’s scanner to send an analysis of the ice to her.

“It looks pretty thick,” she mused. “I wouldn’t jump up and down or start hacking at it with your bayards if I were you, but you’ll be able to walk across.”

See?” Lance smirked at him. “What’d I tell you? It’s fine.”

“Shouldn’t we, I don’t know, check the lake? What if there’s a… space octopus in there, or something? Or a shark? I mean, they wouldn’t normally live in lakes, but this isn’t Earth so who knows? Are space alligators a thing?” Hunk spoke so fast it was almost difficult to understand.

“Hunk, you’re rambling,” Lance observed with a fond smile. “But don’t worry. The top of the lake is frozen, so they wouldn’t be able to breathe, right? Let alone get to us. If it makes you feel better, I’ll do a full scan of the lake.”

“Nope. No animals down there,” Pidge confirmed a few moments later. “Now would you two hurry up and cross?”

“I still have a really bad feeling about this,” Keith mumbled.

Lance turned towards him with a grin. “We are so watching Star Wars together. In fact, we should see if they have it at the space mall. But sorry, Keith, if you want to go the long way, be my guest. I’m not going to wait any longer than I have to.”

“He really is the true pilot of Red,” Pidge sounded as if she was trying to repress a laugh. “Impatient as all hell.”

Hey!” Keith and Lance exclaimed at the same time.

Pidge snorted. “Just get going already.”

Lance wasted no time in starting out across the lake. He was several paces ahead of Keith, who still hesitated to step out onto it. As he was about to continue forward, Keith stopped in his tracks. He could swear he saw something dark moving below the ice, but Pidge had scanned the lake for life, hadn’t she? It must just be his imagination. He started forward again, but just then the ground shook, and the ice in front of Lance exploded.

He let out a strangled yelp, stumbling away from whatever had just burst out of the lake. Keith could hear the frantic voices of the others in his ears, but it all descended into white noise as he saw the vine that had broken through the ice wrap around Lance’s legs.

He rushed forward, but it was already too late. Keith watched as Lance was dragged into the hole made by the creature, and plunged into the freezing lake.


The water was murky, and dark. Lance could barely see, all he knew was that something was dragging him further and further down into the depths. He didn’t have time to activate his helmet properly before water was rushing into his lungs.

He felt the grip of whatever held him tightening on his legs, and though he tried to kick he couldn’t break free.

Lance forced himself not to panic. Panicking wouldn’t help him. So he collected his thoughts, summoned his bayard, and pointed it down. He still couldn’t see anything, but with luck he’d hit the monster, not himself. He moved his finger to the trigger, aimed for what he hoped wasn’t his leg, and fired.

Judging by the shriek of pain and how the hold on him loosened, Lance guessed the laser met its mark. He kicked upwards immediately, swimming quickly to the surface. However, with limited eyesight and dwindling oxygen, his hands met nothing but ice. Panic started to overtake him again as he desperately scrambled to find the hole which he’d fallen into.

Lance was just starting to give up hope completely when suddenly a hand snagged around his wrist and yanked him to the side, and up to the surface.

Lance sucked in a breath, coughing the water out of his lungs as he collapsed onto the ice. His vision was foggy around the edges, but he could see well enough to notice Keith kneeling over him, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, hands hovering over Lance’s form. “Are you hurt?”

“What—” Lance coughed again. “What was that… that thing?”

“I… I didn’t scan for plants,” Pidge told him apologetically. “In my defense, I had no idea there would be some crazy strong… Venus flytrap-ish monster living here.”

Now will you listen to me when I tell you something’s a bad idea?” Keith asked, sounding way to relieved to actually come off as angry.

Lance gave him a shaky smile. “I c-could ask you the… the same, S-samurai.”. Keith tensed immediately.

“Why’s he talking like that?” he asked. “He’s… breathing weird, too. And shivering. Pidge, what—”

“Keith. Scan. Now.” Pidge’s voice was suddenly alert, and when Keith complied, she cursed. “Hypothermia. I should’ve guessed. Keith, get him back to the castle. He should be fine, but he needs a pod. Allura and I will come back to the planet in Blue later.”

Keith nodded, picking Lance up in his arms as if he weighed nothing at all, before rushing towards Red. “Hang on, Lance. You’re gonna be fine.”

“You.. you were r-right,” Lance admitted around chattering teeth. “That was a… very b-bad idea.” His eyes started to slide shut.

“Wh— no, Lance, you have to stay awake. C'mon, keep your eyes open. We’re almost there.”

“’M sorry, Keith, b-but it’s… it’s freezing, and you’re r-r-really w-warm,” Lance mumbled, closing his eyes and leaning his head on Keith’s shoulder. “I think… I’ll just take a little n-nap.”

“Lance, no, you’ve got to—” Keith started insistently, but Lance had already passed out in his arms.


Lance fell unceremoniously out of the healing pod, but was luckily caught before he collapsed onto the floor. He looked up to meet Keith’s dark eyes, and promptly groaned. “So, I guess we had another bonding moment.”

Keith bristled. “That’s all you have to say? Not ‘thank you for saving my life?’ After your stupid decision-making skills got you put in a pod for the… how many times has it been now?”

Lance ignored him. “Where are the others?”

“None of them wanted to stay overnight, because, again, you’ve been in this pod way too many times,” Keith told him, unsure if he should point out that Lance had made no move to step back, so Keith was still supporting the entirety of his weight.

“And yet you stayed,” Lance grinned. “Guess I should probably start listening to you, huh?”

“Guess so.”

Lance’s smile turned quickly into a smirk. “Well, that’s too bad, since we both know that’s never going to happen.”

Keith scowled, prepared to drop Lance onto the floor. He would have to, if Lance hadn’t leaned forward at that exact moment and kissed him.

It didn’t last long, but Keith was blushing furiously, anyway. It was nice to see that Lance looked a little flustered, too, though.

“Thanks,” Lance said softly. “For saving my life.”

“Um,” Keith started, brain still trying to understand what was going on. “Did you just— you and I— is this— what?”

Lance laughed, finally stepping back from Keith and turning to walk out the door. “I’m going to go get some food goo, if you’d care to join me.”

Keith watched him go, and stammered out a few more incoherent sentences before rushing after him.

anonymous asked:

andreil pda around the foxes pleaseee my soul needs it

my marvelous anon, i am here to grant thine request, with a small side of accidental lowkey renison. enjoy <3. also on AO3.


He did it. He actually did it. After months of constant warnings and threats, Wymack finally followed through.

Neil can do nothing but stare at the flyer in his hand, mildly in fear and majorly in shock. A mere thirty seconds prior, Wymack had stormed out of his office brandishing this piece of paper like both a white flag and a declaration of war. He had paused just inside the lounge, making sure to gather everyone’s attention, before striding over to Neil and shoving the flyer in his face.

“This is for last weekend,” Wymack had said. “I already—don’t give me that look, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. I already signed you up. It starts at 8:00 AM on Saturday, and unless you want your ass glued to the bench for the rest of the season, I suggest you be there.” He had then turned back around and disappeared into the hallway, leaving a room full of confused and curious Foxes in his wake.

A full minute passes before chaos breaks out and everyone starts moving at once. Various forms of “What the hell?” can be heard from all corners of the room. Neil blinks as the flyer is yanked out of his hand. He looks up to see Andrew, his eyes scanning the paper. Andrew looks up at him, and Neil’s heart nearly explodes because this look on his face, it looks like the honest-to-god beginnings of a smile. And sure, it’s at Neil’s expense, but he would embarrass the fuck out of himself at every turn if this was his reward. Andrew moves to hand the paper back to Neil.

“Okay, seriously,” Kevin huffs out with impatience as he pushes through his teammates. He snags the flyer away from Andrew who couldn’t be bothered to stop him. Kevin reads aloud, “The Annual Hilton Head Island Marathon…a MARATHON? Really, Neil?! Is this a joke?”

“I don’t know, Kevin,” says Andrew, his voice taking on the persona of a kindergarten teacher. “Did it look like a joke to you?”

Kevin’s only response is to scowl and shove the flyer into Neil’s chest. “This better not affect your performance at our game on Friday. You don’t get to take it easy just because you have to run 26.2 miles the next day.”

By the time Kevin has stormed out of the building, the rest of the Foxes have commenced their team wide freak out.

“Seriously?! He actually came through on that threat?” Dan is caught halfway between being genuinely worried and dying of laughter.

“Neil…bro…what the fuck…” Matt says from somewhere on his left, placing a consoling hand lightly on his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Neil. We have to be there. I have to witness this historic moment. You finally get to put your insane running habits into practice,” Allison is rambling from across the room.

“Wait, what was Wymack talking about ‘last weekend’? What did you do?” Asks Nicky, unaccustomed to being out of the loop.

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JIBCon 2017 Sunday - Jensen/Misha PO story

I can’t describe how much these photos mean to me.. everything started with me wanting two Jen/Mish photos because I couldn’t get one last year and so I was in need of a hug but I also wanted to have “something intimate” - a pose where the emotional support was visible but not stepping over any boundaries. So I came up with the idea of this pose where I stand with the back to the camera and have my arms around Misha and Jensen. That transformed to the pose you see above, where Jensen should protect Misha and me and we just hide in his chest. After 12x22 you all know this pose as the “family hug” and a friend of mine actually did exactly that with J2, but I had the idea way before 12x22 aired and after what happened in 12x23 I knew I had to give Misha as much love as he could get that weekend! 

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For You{1} [Jeff Atkins]

Request: Can i request a Jeff Atkins imagine where hes like a badboy but when Y/N is the new girl at Liberty and Clay takes her under his wing, Jeff feels the need to protect her and be good for her? And then at a party he sees Monty and Y/N flirting so he gets wasted and Y/N ends up taking him to her house and taking care of him and he drunkenly confesses his softy feelings for her?

Pairing:bad boy!Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

A/N:I changed it a lil bit,hope you don’t mind!This is my very first Jeff imagine so please bear with me;)Also,i decided to divide this imagine into two or three parts.Oh,and feedback is always welcome:)-M

part 2     part 3      part 4      part 5   tags: @leviathan-cas-05     @gamesandremixes    @shamless-wolfies

Originally posted by cynicalsunset


Ever since Y/N came to Liberty High,the students just couldn’t stop talking about her;the new girl was really beautiful and seemed really kind.Just because she was quite an introvert,the first person she started hanging out with was Clay Jensen.They would walk in the halls,they would do school projects together and sometimes they would go to Monet’s for coffee or milkshakes.

It hadn’t been long until Y/N got slightly annoyed by the behavior of a specific boy who obviously wasn’t happy with her existence;Jeff Atkins.One of the most popular boys at school and one of the best football players.But he didn’t take girls seriously.His longest"relationship"wasn’t longer than two weeks,Clay told her.

There was something on him though,something that made her stomach flip whenever he passed by.Was it his beautiful face?His muscular body?His adorable laugh?Maybe his talent?She couldn’t tell.But she wanted to get to know him,that she could tell for sure.But she decided to quit thinking about him after the “hall incident” as everyone called it.

Y/N was late for last period and with many books in her hands,she was hurriedly heading to her next class.Her eyes were fixed on the floor,as always and unfortunately she didn’t see the figure in front of her.Only when she bumped into him and fell down on her butt,did she realize.Her books were all over the floor.

“What the hell Y/N?” She heard a familiar voice shouting.Embarrassed,she looked up and came face to face with a very angry Jeff Atkins.The cup of coffee he was holding just seconds ago had fallen on his white shirt,the hot liquid soaking it.

Without breaking eye contact but in tears, she stood up on her own and making sure her skirt was in the right place, she replied in a low voice.

“I’m so sorry Jeff,i wasn’t look-”

“Looking,yeah!But you know what?For once in your life just stop daydreaming and be aware of your surroundings!You’re so annoying!“He said harshly and glancing at his shirt,he let out a sigh.

“I can’t believe this is happening…"Jeff said between his gritted teeth,rubbing the soaked fabric.

The lump in Y/N’s prevented her from speaking.She just stood there,hurt.A few tears escaped her eyes but she quickly whipped them away.Were Jeff’s words true though?Was she annoying?Was he exaggerating or just stating facts?No,he didn’t know her.He didn’t know her at all.He didn’t have the right to talk about her like this.

“I can…I can help you clean it,if you want-” she offered with a shaky voice but he interrupted her once again.

“Nah,i think you’ve done enough,sweetheart…” And pushing past her,he left, fast-pacing probably to the bathroom.

Y/N bit her lip.So hard that she started tasting blood.What did she ever do to him?Yeah,they had once or twice exchanged a “hey” or a “goodbye” during chemistry classes but other than that,she didn’t really talk to him.How can a person be irritated by someone else just by looking at them?

“Y/N are you okay?“Clay broke her thoughts.He had already picked up all her books and handed them to her.

Y/N’s eyes wandered from the students who witnessed the whole thing to Clay.She then turned around and saw Jeff slowly being out of sight.

“Yeah,i am fine,i guess…"She mumbled and letting out a huge breath she didn’t know for how long she’d been holding in,she patted her friend’s shoulder.

“Jeff is bad news Y/N.Don’t stress over it.He’s rude towards everyone most of the times.Are you hurt?“He asked curiously and quickly scanned her body.

"I’m perfectly fine,thanks Clay.Guess i’ll see you around.” She said rather quickly and literally and started walking to her next class.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket so she stopped moving,taking it out to see who had messaged her.

It was her friend Jessica.

"Huge party tomorrow night.My place.Come over after school for all the details.Best part,your lovely Jeff will be there!;)”

She felt sick to her stomach as she finally went into class.The teacher hadn’t arrived yet;well,she wasn’t the only one who got late.She quietly found a place next to Justin Foley -the only one empty-who acknowledged her with a smirk.

“Great,just…Great…I hate parties…"She told herself and sighed.

A night full of surprises had been waiting for her.She just didn’t know.

Desperate Times (Joker x Reader)

Okay. I’m so sorry guys, I know it’s been about 80000 years since I’ve posted but I’ve just had really bad writers block and I’ve been really busy with work and school and whatnot but here it is. 

This was a request from an anon: “Could you please make an imagine where the reader is given to Mistah J because they were in debt to him. He immediately because super obsessed with her, but the reader is very scared of him <3 <3″ 

This is like decently close to the request just i couldn’t figure out what to write. I’m sorry!!!!! 

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“Please, no Mr. Joker, I’ll give you anything. You can have anything.” You saw the man beg for his life, for another chance. It disgusted you to see him like this. To see the man you once knew as your father beg for drugs. You shook your head in disgust and turned away. You had no idea why but he insisted you be there with him, maybe it’s ‘cause he knew it could very well be one of his last days, if not his last.

“Anything?” The green haired man purred as he circled your father. Your father nodded and looked you in the eyes as if he were apologizing. Confusion clouded your mind as to why he would be apologizing. Maybe it was for being a shitty father, or for making you witness this horrid interaction.

“You can have my daughter,” he stated simply. You eyes snapped open and your back straightened.

“Excuse me? No you can’t have me and what the fuck dad?” You said in disbelief.

“Oh she’s feisty, I like her. You’ve got yourself a deal there Mr. You can keep your life, and your drugs, in exchange for this lovely creature,” he said as his looked you up and down, drinking in every detail of your body.

“No. Dad what the hell is wrong with you? You’re not actually serious are you?” Your voice dropped as the look in his eyes confirmed that he was in fact serious about selling you to the Joker.

“I’m sorry Y/N. There’s nothing else I can do,” he muttered, embarrassed that he had gotten to this point. Your heart broke as you watched the man you once looked up to pick drugs over his own daughter.

“Oh we are going to have so much fun together little miss Y/N,” the Joker snarled in your ear. You flinched as his hands came down on your shoulders.

“Dad… How could you?” He looked down in shame and walked out of the room without a word. Tears were streaming steadily down your face as you stared at the door he had just left through.

“Hm. Dads, am I right?” The Joker broke the silence in the room. “Hi doll face, I’m the Joker, the man that your father is seriously indebted to, and you belong to me now! You can call me Mr. J,” he said, extending a hand towards you as if to shake hands. You glanced down at his hand and ignored the offer. “Oh sweetheart now that’s just rude. That won’t fly doll. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Gonna have to teach you a lesson then. Take a seat,” he said as he pulled you down to sit next to him. His face got serious and you knew you were in trouble. “You belong to me now. That means you do what I want, when I want, and where I want. If you disobey me sweetcheeks, you get punished. Are we clear doll face?” He gripped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. You nodded and he released your face. “What’s your name sweets?”

“Y/N,” you said simply. He stared at you with a bored look as if he was expecting you to say more. You stared back in defiance and he let out a long displeased groan.

“Not a talker are we? I can change that y’know,” he said with a maniacal smile as he pulled his shiny gun out of the holster under his jacket. He lifted the gun and caressed your soft cheeks with the cool, hard metal. You stared him dead in his crazy eyes as he tried to scare you with the powerful weapon in his hands. His face fell as he realized you weren’t scared and you wouldn’t open up to him. “Now tell me doll, am I gonna have to find some other ways of getting you to open that pretty mouth of yours?”

“Fine. What do you want to know. You get three questions, choose wisely,” you said, boredom dripping in your words. Your father had dragged you in to a world of guns and violence, this was not the first time you had been threatened at gun point and you had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.

The Joker raised his non-existent eyebrow and stared you down. He was vastly impressed by your cool composure and lack of fear. Most in your shoes would be trembling, begging for their dear lives but you, you just sat there, bored with his games and his old intimidation tactics.

“And who do you think you are making demands?” He sneered angrily.

“I’m just trying to get this show on the road. Question one, two more to go. Like I said Mr. J, choose wisely.”

“I like your spunk sweetcheeks. Alright, why aren’t you scared? Most people would be terrified out of their minds, why not you?” He inquired.

“You’re not the first basket case my father has pissed off. I’ve been tied down, beat, interrogated, the works. I’m used to it now. My father owes a lot of people a lot of money but what they always fail to realize is that I mean little to nothing to him. I must admit, I’m a little impressed. You’re different than the others. He’s offered me up before y’know? No one’s ever agreed but you, you fell for it,” you explained. He stared at you with a confused look spread across is tattooed porcelain skin. “Stop staring,” you said.

He stared at you open mouthed and went to wrap his hand around your neck only to retract quickly. “You doll, are special, that’s for sure. I can’t wait for all the fun we’re going to have. Last question, do you like the left or the right side of the bed?” He threw his head back as he howled with laughter, his infamous laugh ringing through your ears and the small room you two were seated in.

You rolled your eyes and mentally groaned at the stupidity of this man. “Right,” you said as you got up from the small couch. “Can we go now? I would really like to get out of here and take a shower. I’m assuming there’ll be towels and whatnot ready for me? Clothes maybe?” He shook his head at you and wrapped his hand in your hair and yanked back.

“Now listen here Y/N, just because you’re not scared of me doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be. I’m sure you’ve heard of some of the things I’ve done and trust me honey, I can do worse,” he spoke in a deep, threatening voice. You felt the tip of his gun press against the center of your back. You had to admit that you were a little scared. The other men you dealt with were nothing like him. He was deadly, ruthless, and he could crack at any moment. “Now that we have the all cleared up let’s get this show on the road shall we?” His mood switched instantly.

A while later you pulled up to a lavish place. You were unsure of what to expect from him but you figured it shouldn’t surprise you that he lives in such an extravagant set up. He pulled you up from your elbow and you followed him inside. It was beautiful as you had expected upon seeing the outside of the house. Gold everything, marble counters, purple accents strewn around the house.

You glanced around, taking in what would be your new house.

“It’s beautiful,” you mumbled to yourself mostly. His hands came down on your shoulders in a gentle way, his hands travelling up and down your shoulders. You leaned your head to the side allowing a pleasant stretch to the tense muscles of your neck. “Do you live here all alone?” you inquired.

“No, the maid lives here, a few of my more trusted henchmen, for security measures. Not that I couldn’t protect myself, just don’t wanna do all the work myself,” he answered. You hummed in acknowledgement and continued to scan the room around you. “The room’s upstairs, I already had some of my men pick up your stuff from your father’s place, if you need anything else just tell me and I’ll send someone out to get it,” he said as he walked to the kitchen. You nodded, and dragged yourself up to what looked like a spare room. You plopped down on the bed and let out a long sigh.

So this is what my life is like now, you thought to yourself, looking around the lavish room. Joker stepped up to the doorway and stared you down before sitting down next to you on the big fluffy bed. “Why am I here Joker?”

“Please, call me Mr. J, Joker sounds… Too formal. I want you here because you’re a beautiful girl, your father did me wrong, and I want to make him pay.”

“Hah… Well jokes on you Mr. J. My father doesn’t care about me. Keeping me here is doing nothing but giving him the chance to shamelessly waste away without me yelling at him. You’re doing him a favor,” you explained. He nodded and spread a wide silver grin across his pale tattooed face.

“Y’know doll, maybe I just want your lovely company,” he said sarcastically.

“Y’know, maybe I just can’t stand your company,” you retorted. Before you could react, his hand came across your skin with a harsh sting. The force behind it made you fall back and place a tender touch on your cheek. You looked down, cowering away in fear. You loved to put on the tough girl act. Sure, you had dealt with crazies but nothing that ever came close to the Joker.

A slow tear dripped down your soft cheek. His eyes widened at the realization that he had made you cry. “Can you please leave me alone,” you muttered.

“Shit Y/N are you okay doll?” His voice was a bit quieter than before.

“Please just leave.” You were shaking, terrified to be in the same room as this psychotic, dangerous man.

“What’s wrong sweets?” You looked at him with a look of disbelief.

“You just slapped me across the face. If I’m being totally honest, I’m terrified right now. You scare the living daylights out of me. The moment I saw you I was scared for my life. I don’t want you in here. If I’m going to have to live with you I want to be left alone… I don’t want to be scared for my life. Please just go…” He looked at you, shock on his face.

“Alright. If you need something you can let someone know.” He placed a hand on your hunched back and left.

A small part of you felt bad for banishing him from your life but it wasn’t right for him to treat you in such an awful manner. You let out a sigh and laid down on the comfortable bed. Before you knew it you had slipped in to a deep sleep, forgetting about the disaster your life had become.

The Tattoo Artist

Pairing: Y/N/Soulmate!Calum

Rating: PG-All

Request: No

Words: 4.450+

Summary: In which everyone gets a name tattoo of their soulmate on their wrist when they turn eighteen but Y/N doesn’t believe in it and wants hers covered up by the male tattoo artists whose shop is right down the street

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Perfect Gentleman (Joshua scenario)

Joshua pretending to be innocent but being the devil himself when you two are alone. Requested by @kpopadmin

Sorry it took me so long! I’ll post the other requests soon.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Joshua/ Reader

As it was tradition, you spent every Friday night watching movies with your favorite dorks. Being Joshua’s girlfriend, you saw the boys very often and they all considered you part of the family, always looking after you and babying you, specially Dino who saw in your and Joshua’s perfect relationship what he wanted for himself in a couple of years (fifteen years, Jeonghan would correct him).

You two were just so perfect for each other. You were smart, beautiful and a supportive girlfriend. Joshua, on the other hand was a perfect gentleman…or so everyone thought.

You couldn’t stop smiling at the way your boyfriend interlocked his fingers with yours. You looked at his beautiful features before turning your attention back to the movie when, completely out of context, they showed a very explicit scene.

Half of the group panicked while the other half couldn’t stop laughing and making jokes.

“JUST TURN IT OFF!” Seungkwan yelled over the loud moans coming from the screen.

“I’M TRYING!” claimed a very desperate S.coups.

“STOP LOOKING, DINO” said Jeonghan trying to cover the maknae’s eyes.

“Hyung , c’mon. I’m an adult” replied Dino but didn’t try to fight it, knowing it would be pointless.

“Pff…. We should show them how it’s done, don’t you think?” you said only loud enough for Joshua to hear but the room went suddenly quiet. All eyes were on you, the couple on the T.V. long forgotten.

“Wait a minute, surely that doesn’t mean…. That you two already… “mumbled DK only to be interrupted by Jeonghan’s fake gasp and Seungkwan’s real one.

“I knew it!” Jun said, turning to Minghao who murmured something in Chinese before handing him money.

Everyone started asking Joshua questions but he only sighed, looked and you and said:

“That was a very inappropriate comment, Y/N. Please refrain from saying things like that” then he turned to the others with a stern look. “I’m not answering private questions, guys. Please respect my girlfriend and our relationship.”

Most of them stopped immediately, apologizing in case they had offended you and the ones who continued making comments were soon told off by S.coups. You couldn’t stop blushing during the rest of the night, feeling Joshua’s intense stare on you.

Everyone seemed to forget about what happened after a week (or maybe they didn’t bring it up again because they didn’t want to get yelled at by the dad of the group). The boys were waiting to go onstage and you were talking to Mingyu, complimenting his outfit. That’s when Joshua came in and told the group that they needed to go get their makeup done.

“All of us?” asked Wonwoo.

“Yeah, apparently we don’t have much time” Answered Joshua.

“Did you get yours done already?” asked Vernon.

“Yes, so I’ll just stay here cuddling and telling my girlfriend how much I love h-“ Joshua started being interrupted by Minghao’s “EEEEEWWWWW” and Chan’s “That’s so cool, hyung” before they all left.

You laughed at their reactions but your smile vanished as the door closed and you were left alone with Joshua, his darkened eyes scanning your body. You already knew that look and this was certainly the worst place and moment to give you that look.

“Jisoo, we are-hhmmf” instead of wasting the little time you had, he attached his lips attached to yours, his hands wandering all over your body. “Jisoo, wait a second” you said looking at the door nervously.

“I can’t wait. I need you. Now” he said against the skin of your neck, his arms holding your waist forcefully.

“You’re going onstage soon” you reminded him but you were already giving up. His lips and tongue on your skin felt too good.

“We’ll have to be quick then” he said huskily next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you heard his jeans being unzipped. He took your hand and guided it to his clothed member. You blushed and looked at him with uncertainty. His hazed eyes, wet lips, heavy breathing and hard length were too much for you to resist… but you didn’t want the others to see you doing something that intimate. Even though you tended to crack up some dirty jokes, you were very shy…. Unlike Joshua, who most of the time just pretended to be a saint.

“Just… let me lock the door, ok?” you mumbled quietly.

“Oh, but why?” he asked stroking one of your breasts over your clothes while his other hand grabbed your ass.

“Jisoo…” was the only thing you could say, biting your lip and trying to look away when you felt a sharp pain on your butt. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your mouth.

“Answer me, princess. Why should we lock the door?” he asked rubbing the cheek he had just spanked, his voice low and teasing.

“…Because the others could see…” you replied while he pulled your pants down just enough to display your clothed sex and thighs.

“See what?” he asked pressing his hard on covered by his boxers against your wetness. You moaned as he pressed harder, releasing a shaky sigh and dry humping you.

“ U-us…” you managed to say moaning at the way his cock moved against you, making your legs tremble.

“But they see us all the time, princess. They see us holding hands, talking, eating. What’s the problem?” he faked innocence, pulling his boxers down to release his cock, which hit his stomach and bobbed up and down a couple of times. He stroked it and pulled your panties down too, running his finger through your slit.  

You glared at him but you knew how much of a tease he was and that he wouldn’t just drop it.

“They’ll s-see us doing this” you said through gritted teeth.

“Doing. What.” he asked again rubbing the tip of his cock against your clit, leaving a trail of precum. You moaned louder feeling a wave of pleasure but couldn’t say anything coherent.

“Are they going to see you getting fucked, princess?” he asked holding your hips and grinding hard. You could only nod. He seemed to get that you were in no condition to speak and he didn’t have much time left so he went back to kissing you and moving his pelvis against yours moaning heavenly. You whined when his lips suddenly left yours and he turned you around. You managed to press your hands against something to avoid losing your balance…. Was it glass? When you opened your eyes you saw your own reflection. A mirror. You saw Joshua’s eyes looking at you through the mirror, the tip of his cock pushing against your entrance.

“W-we really should lock the d-do-aah” you tried one last time but he slid his cock deep in you, his grip on your hips pulling you closer.

“I thought you wanted to show them how it’s done” he teased you, trying to push his length impossibly deeper while you moaned even louder. “Don’t you want to put on a good show for them?” he asked before pulling almost all the way out and slamming into you again. You whimpered and closed your eyes when he started fucking you fast and hard as you both knew you didn’t have time to waste. “Open your eyes” he commanded and you did just that finding the hottest view ever: his mouth slightly open, his eyebrows furrowed and sweat on his forehead.

“Who is fucking you good, Y/N?” he asked.

“Y-you” you sobbed, feeling your orgasm building up.

“I can’t hear you, princess. Who. Is. Making you. Feel. This good?” he asked marking every word with a sharp thrust.

“YOU-Only you make m-me ooh… f-feel like thi-aaAAH!” you managed to say before he fucked you so hard and fast you would have fallen if he hadn’t been holding your hips, his eyes rolling back in pleasure, both of you moaning loudly, forgetting completely where you were.

“J-Jisoo! I’m almost-“ your words were followed by a silent scream as you felt your orgasm taking over your body, your boyfriend cumming inside of you while breathing heavily at the same time you heard someone else’s voice.

“I’m telling you I’m not wearing this shirt. It makes me look like a-aaaAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” screamed Seungkwan from the door looking at you two before closing it quickly again.

“WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?” asked S.coups from the other side of the door.

“NOTHING. THIS SHIRT IS FINE. THIS SHIRT IS PERFECT” Seungkwan yelled nervously.

You two looked at each other and Joshua quickly pulled out but your legs couldn’t handle it and you almost fell, Joshua held you quickly with one arm, the other arm pressed against the mirror.

“Just let me get my- No. Nope. I’m out“ Woozi said opening the door and leaving immediately but before he could close it Hoshi rushed in and screamed even louder than Seungkwan, followed by Jun, who turned back to Minghao, who mumbled something in Chinese and gave him money again. Soon everyone was in the room while you tried to put your clothes back on, blushing like crazy.

“A mirror? That’s kinky as fuck!” Vernon said laughing to which Jeonghan gasped, hitting his arm and telling him that a baby shouldn’t be speaking like that.

“Watching anime really made you a pervert” complained Seungkwan fanning himself with his own hand and glaring at Joshua.

“I watch anime sometimes and I’m just fine!” yelled Vernon.

“Yeah, right. Define fine” said Dino.

“DINO WHEN DID YOU GET IN?! YOU CAN’T BE HERE!” yelled Jeonghan pushing him to the corridor and then glaring at S.coups while saying “YOU ARE A TERRIBLE FATHER.”

“HOW IS THIS MY FAULT?!”

Some Thoughts: The Zoomans

Anonymous said: 
what do you think its going to happen to the zoomans?

I think we all want to see the Zoomans free. Freedom would mean being able to self-determine, from their own life paths to the small choices of when to eat and sleep.

We know from the episode The Zoo, though, that it’s not going to be as simple as opening the doors and telling them they’re free. They have a very different conception of what a good life is, and what freedom means.

When we look at the Zoomans, we have to consider that they have been raised generation after generation in a very particular way. Consider also that the human beings first taken by Homeworld were not only living in a very different society from the one we have now, which also had very different conceptions of who deserved freedom and what it looked like. Moreover, for nearly 6,000 years, the Zoomans were born and raised in the facility, with no idea that a place like Earth exists.

I want to cover how the Zoomans got to where they are now, and the role Homeworld played in “creating” the environment, and the people seen in the episode. In this post I’ll also discuss how the Zoomans might feel and how they’ll eventually attain freedom in the sense we define it.

With that said, let’s get started!

1.  The First Zoomans

One thing that I think should be pointed out off the bat is that the first Zoomans were taken from a particular point in human history. In the 5,000 years since the war, humankind had begun to come together from small pastoral and agricultural communities and established the ancient civilisations, specifically those of the Fertile Crescent, such as Ancient Sumer.

At this time, up until the Enlightenment Period and Scientific Revolution, the human worldview was largely that of Cosmo- or Theo-centrism. Their lives were dictated by patterns in nature, and the concept of a good life was to be in harmony with nature or what the gods wanted. 

This was a time in which there weren’t a lot of choices about what life profession one could take, or who one could marry. Most of these were inherited from one’s parents and decided by the community. 

In fact, it’s much closer to the rigidly stratified social structure found on Homeworld, in which one is essentially born into a job and social roles. It was a time in which some groups weren’t recognised as “human” and equal to the others, again similar to Homeworld.

The idea of a state guaranteeing civil and political rights didn’t come until relatively recently, and in a lot of places, democracy is an even more modern idea. 

As such, the first Zoomans would be quite familiar with routine and some vague higher force instructing them on how best to proceed in life. We can assume that the technology at the Zoo hasn’t advanced very much since its creation, if only because it’s in the outskirts of gem territory, where no one really visits. From here it can be assumed that the way things were done in the past is quite similar to what we see now, in a largely unchanged formula.

It’s not to say that the first Zoomans would have been completely comfortable or didn’t try to fight back. After all, they were being taken from their communities, the very centre of their lives. They had established lives back home that couldn’t be replicated by Homeworld. But, what happened next could have been rationalised by their worldview.

So what happened next exactly?

2. Reverse-engineering the human world

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Come Back to Me

Originally posted by molzies-fanfics

Raphael x Reader

Come Back to Me

Prompt: I keep seeing stories about Raph’s girl being a fitness goddess and/or fighting crime with them all, but I never see any where they stay n the lair and have to be reassured by Splinter that the boys will be OK. Like, even if she were strong there’s no way she’d ever b as strong as MUTANTS WITH ARMOR SKIN who’ve trained their entire lives to fight. I wish there were more turts x reader where Splinter is involved

Note: This is a lot, but I’m gonna try.

Dating a giant turtle vigilante guy was almost never easy. And waiting for him to get home after his long mission nights…it was even harder. Currently, you were curled up on the couch, swaddled in the soft red blanket he had knitted for you. Even though he was gone, you could still feel his lips against your forehead, his large hands tugging the blanket tighter around your shoulders.

He had promised to be back in under an hour. It had been nearly three. Needless to say, you were worried sick.

“Do not worry, my child. I am sure my sons will be back soon.” Splinter reassured you. He passed you a mug of tea and took a seat on the couch next to you.

“Thank you, Master Splinter.” You nodded gratefully. You held the mug in both of your hands, black fingernails drumming steadily against the ceramic. “I’m just worried. That they’ll get hurt.” That he’ll get hurt.

“My sons…they have an advantage to most human enemies. Their size, their skill. They haven’t failed yet.” He put a comforting hand on your shoulder. “They will be fine.”

“I hope so.” You took a sip of the tea and inhaled a deep breath. Splinter offered a kind smile before getting up to go tend to his plants.

***

By the time the boys returned to the lair, you had fallen asleep on the couch with a book dangling from your fingertips and your glasses hanging off of your face. The boys tried to enter quietly, as they knew it was late and suspected you would be here waiting for them.

While his brothers walked off to their respective rooms to crash for the night, Raph lumbered over to where you had crashed and quietly knelt down in front of your sleeping form. Your breaths were long and even, and as his green eyes scanned over you, he found himself falling further in love with you than he already had.

How the shell had he gotten so lucky?

“Raph?” Your voice was no more than a whisper. Your eyes blinked a few times and you looked up at him sleepily.

“Hey.” He brushed some of the hair out of your face and kissed the crown of your head. “Didn’t mean to wake ya.”

“That’s all right. What time is it?” you glanced at the clock. It was nearly midnight. “Oh God, I gotta get home.”

“Do you wanna spend the night?” Raph asked softly. His large hands stopped you from getting up. You thought for a second before nodding.

“Will you grab me my phone?” Your tired finger pointed towards the coffee table. It was just…too far. He handed you the phone, which seemed tiny in his enormous hands, and you called your mother to tell her you would be spending the night at Raph’s place.

“You good?”

“Yep.” You rubbed your eyes and tucked your phone away and then reached up for Raphael with both arms. He smirked and lifted you up in his strong arms, holding you on his hip as though you weighed nothing. To him, you probably didn’t weigh anything. He was huge.

Raph carried you over to his and Mikey’s room and set you on the top bunk before climbing up there with you. It was soon after that you found yourself curled up on his strong chest. He started to drift off, his plastron rising and falling with each breath.

“Raph?” You whispered.

“Hmm?”

“I love you, okay?” Your voice was quiet. “I love you a lot and I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I-I love ya too.” He replied. He gripped you a little tighter and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. “And I promise. I’ll try ta be safe.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

INTERNATIONAL LOVE [GEORGE WEASLEY]

request: “Could you do a George x reader where reader is an American Ilvermorny transfer and she is going to the burrow and meeting his family for the first time and is really worried about meeting them because she’s doesn’t know how they would react to him dating an American” — by anon

a/n: another george imagine, yaaas! thank you for requesting this because i’ve been thinking of making an imagine like this as well and was happy when someone requested. hope you like it. x

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anonymous asked:

Omfg new cool FFXV writing blog yaaay <3 How about the boyband crushing hard on a female friend but they don't want to ruin the friendship. Or appear to be that guy who is in it for the booty. So they accidentally fess up in a normal conversation and she's stunned. Does she reject them or agree to take it slow? Up to you love <3

Okay so this request got me so excited that I think I’m going to do both outcomes?? like what I’m putting here is her accepting their feelings, but I totally plan to break these boys’ hearts in a separate post. I can’t help it. I gotta do both

Thanks for the wonderful request, anon! Enjoy some nervous chocobros!

(looooong post, guys. strap in)

Noctis:

He didn’t mean to tell you.

He was content with his feelings remaining a secret. He was happy with simply being in your presence, even if you were oblivious to the way his heart raced any time that you were near. If it meant that he could stay with you for a little while longer, he would be just friends for as long as possible.

Then he went and screwed it up, throwing a wrench in his plans with a few simple words.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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To Mourn #2

Here is Zenny’s! 

I’m sorry, I know I promised Yoosung smut- but due to the current events in my life I can’t write smut. It would be the most awkward smut imaginable and I can’t have that. So- here is Zen, hurting, a lot. 

This will include: 
1) Some profanity
2) Angst, tragedy, character death
3) Mentions of mental illness/delusions 

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Peacock and Other Theories

I thought about it on my way home and so I’ve basically jumped off the turtle!Nino bandwagon and jumped on the peacock!Nino bandwagon.

I have a lot of reasons for doing so. 

One, as was stated in my previous post, Nino shares a color scheme with Duusu–that being red and blue–as well as the eye print theme - 

This is important because a majority of the other miraculous holders share color schemes and themes with their kwami - 


Pinks and blacks (cuz Tikki seems more like a deep pink than red), plus, Tikki has freckles like Mari if you look closely enough at the image above. Additionally, Marinette has spots on her clothes.  


Adrien only has a black shirt, but his eyes are green like Plagg’s and his shirt stripes, while also having yellow, are variations of green and purple (the inside of Plagg’s mouth is purple). 

Alya has oranges in her shirt and has a general warm color theme in her hair and eyes. Also, depending on Trixx’s final design, the kwami will either have matching yellow eyes to Alya’s (as it looks like it does above) or purple eyes as was in what was initially announced of the fox design. Either one works as Alya has purple accents in her shirt. Also, she has that beauty spot and Trixx has little spots above their eyes. 

Yellow and black, stripes, blue eyes. Pretty obvious I think. 


Furthermore, I had previously argued that Nino looks more like a turtle than a peacock as far as his facial features, but I’m not so sure anymore. Nino’s nose has always been rather exaggerated and I presumed to think he looked like a turtle because of how his smile turned out, but I think it would be silly not to admit that Nino’s nose is rather beak-ish. 

And while his hair could look rather shellish–in reference to a turtle–it could also be flat like a peacock’s. With the symbolic adornment of Nino’s hat in place of the sticky-up feathers. 

The other miraculous users look respectively like their “animals” too, as I’ve pointed out before. I don’t have comparison pictures of Mari and Chloe, because they don’t look like actual bugs, but their features are small and “buggy,” so that’s worth considering. Also - 


Cat. So much cat. 

Wide smile beneath a cute nose. Fox, fox, fox (I called this one WAY before the spoiler, just fyi. It’s so obvious). 


So yeah, anyway. Peacock!Nino. I know the peacock we’ve seen is clearly feminine, but if it is Mama Agreste, I don’t see her as being the active peacock miraculous holder. She doesn’t fit the age demographic for being a hero and the kids already have their teacher/guide in Master Fu. I would imagine that scan is of the past or a short time period of use, or is symbolic. Whether it’s through Adrien or Mama Agreste, I think Nino has a good chance of eventually getting the peacock, especially with that eye shirt he has as well as being Adrien’s best friend. 

Like usual, this is all speculation and really holds no basis in canon. It’s all based on my observations, as usual, which change depending on the info released, but as of now, this is just an idea I had floating around in my head. I also think it would be really cool to see Nino sporting something as flamboyant as the peacock. He’s so chill, I assume he would pull it off swimmingly, especially since he’s already a performer :D

Oh, also, since we were talking about color and design connections, I’d like to show you this guy - 

Next to this guy - 

Next to this guy - 

Next to this cutie - 

Next to this guy - 

Colors and designs sure are interesting, huh (and scarves sure do a good job of covering things up, hmm?)


THAT IS ALL! I WILL RETURN FROM WHERE I CAME!


I NEED PEACOCK!NINO! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!

(Peter Parker x Reader): Criminal

Summary: You were on Team Cap for the fight in Germany, but it turns out you had a connection to a certain spiderling on the other side. With you in prison and then hiding Peter doesn’t know what to do.

A/N: Gets a bit angsty so be prepared. Still debating if I’ll continue this.


 “Wanda, please,” You begged, pleading with the other girl as you ran up to where she was laying in Vision’s arms, ‘We need to go - now.” You were losing, badly, Wanda had collapsed, and you’d lost sight of your other teammates.

“No. We stay with the team. We will lose this battle.” Wanda replied as you helped her stand up as Vision slowly moved away.

“But-” You start, trying to protest. You’d already found an easy escape route to take.

“Steve got away.” Wanda says, cutting you off, “We completed the mission. That’s how we do things around here. We’re a team so we stick together.” 

Before you could argue back you were surrounded by guards. It was too late for hiding now.

“Wanda, what should I do?” You asked, panicked as you looked around nervously. You’d never seen someone point a gun at someone else before, let alone at you.

“We surrender.” She replied, pulling herself to her feet shakily, placing her hands on her head.

You glanced around again, scanning the rest of the airport, hoping for someone else from your team to help you out. You looked around only to see all of the others already in handcuffs being shoved into a heavily armed truck.

You made eye contact with Clint for a fleeting moment. You could tell that this man, the man who had asked you to come fight this war could see the fear in your eyes and all you could see in his own eyes was regret.

You reluctantly placed your hands on your head and allowed them to restrain you before throwing you into the truck with the others, each of you in your own personal cage.


Despite your insistence that you would come willingly you were forced onto a cot and strapped down. At times you could hear the others so you knew that they were in cells close by. You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything.

“-Tony Stark.” You hear Clint say loudly, and judging by the bitterness in his tone the man himself was actually here, “You better watch your back on this guy. There’s a chance he’s gonna break it.” You heard as you forced yourself out of the daze you’d been in. 

“How dare you-”

“Are you kidding me, Tony? They’re kids and you’re treating them like animals.” Clint replies angrily, his paternal instincts coming out as he argues about the two teen girls.

“With no suit, wings or arrows, you’re nothing.” Tony says, “Those girls are fully armed and dangerous.”

“Mr. Stark?” You called out straining to lift your head off the cot with your arms still chained down, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who was responsible for you being here, “Huge honor by the way, is there any chance of you letting us go? Because I have a massive Physics test on Wednesday and my teacher is going to kill me if I don’t show up.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” He taunts as you see him saunter over.

“Oh come on, I know you’re reading my file on that watch of yours.” You reply, rolling your eyes, “(Y/N) (L/N),  Midtown School of Science and Technology, Sophomore, honor roll, super speed. It’s all there.”

“Along with a series of behavior reports from your foster parents,” Tony Stark adds.

“See? I may be chained down but I’m not an idiot.” You reply with a slight smirk, “If you’re not going to let us go, can you tell Parker that I’m going to miss the robotics competition?”

“Parker-how do you know about him?” He asks quickly, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and surprise causing you to grin, glad that you have his attention.

“Don’t worry, I just snuck a peek under the mask during the fight, his voice sounded familiar.” You explain, “We’re friends, we go to school together -I’d be surprised if he didn’t figure out who I am too- but that’s not the point, the point is that I’m on the drive team for robotics so they need to find somebody to replace me.” You told him, thinking of the scrappy geek of a friend that with no doubt was back at school already and hopefully wondering where you were.

 But Tony Stark was already walking away and you let your head fall back onto the cot, “Well, fuck you,” You muttered, realizing that no one would even know where you were.


“She’s where?!” Peter practically yelled into his phone, confused and angry, “Doesn’t she have to get a trial or something?”

“They’re considering them weapons of mass destruction. Those don’t get trials.” Tony’s detached voice told him.

“But she’s just a kid!” Peter protested.

“And so are you, but you two have abilities, those abilities make you different and hold you to a higher level of responsibility, you accepted that responsibility and so has (Y/N), now she has to face those consequences.” Tony explained.

“But-” Peter started to say before getting cut off.

“This wasn’t a game Peter, this was an all out war, and it makes her a criminal, I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything about it.” Tony said before hanging up, leaving Peter dumbfounded, confused, and just generally unsure of what to do. How could he help her? It so painful to think of (Y/N) being held in some sort of insane prison when there were actual criminals being allowed to run free. Not to mention the fact that Peter had been developing a bit of a crush on you, he felt like he had to save her.


You were restless, all of the pent up energy you had meant that you couldn’t sleep or even think clearly. You didn’t realize you were being broken out until the cuffs around your wrists and legs that you’d grown so accustomed to were suddenly opened.

Before you could mentally respond your body was sitting up right, “Oh thank god,” I cried as you launched yourself out of the door to your cell and into the open where you wrapped your arms around Steve, enveloping him in a tight hug before running to Wanda’s side, helping her out of her own cell and the straightjacket they’d put her in.

Minutes later you were sitting in the Quinjet with the rest of the team, Wanda was sitting quietly next to you (she still hadn’t said anything to anyone so you were just waiting it out), Clint was standing a ways away talking on a burner phone to his wife and kids, Scott was sleeping on a row of seats, and Sam was up front with Steve and Bucky.


“What do you mean they broke out? What’s going to happen to her? Is she going to be safe?” Peter asked, each question rapidly succeeding the other as he stood with Tony outside of Rhodey’s rehabilitation center.

“We’re not sure where they are or how exactly they got out, but she’s with Cap so she’s safe. Steve mentioned her specifically in his letter with specific hopes that you would know that she was okay.” Tony told the young man.

“What should I do? What can I do?” Peter asked, looking to his mentor for advice.

Tony sighed, unsure of what to say, “For now? Replace her on the robotics team, I’ll see if I can’t find a way for her to get back.”


You were wandering T’Challa’s mansion (it was the only place you were allowed to go freely since you and the rest of the team were still wanted criminals and with your powers you couldn’t handle sitting still for more than an hour) when you came across Steve.

“Captain Rogers,” You greeted him, “I really appreciate the whole breaking me out of maximum security prison thing, but when do I get to go home?” You asked. You obviously didn’t want to go back to The Raft, but you were feeling really cooped up and just wanted to get back to some semblance of your old life.

“(Y/N)…You can’t, they’re looking for you, for all of us. If you go back they’ll find you and throw you back in prison.” Steve told you.

“I have a life, school, friends back in Queens. What will they think if I just disappear like this?” You asked, surely people were still confused as to where you had disappeared to.

“We got some intel on that, when you were arrested they told your foster parents and school you were arrested on drug charges.” Steve told you, giving you that look of pity that people who felt bad about your situation always gave you.

“So no one cares that I’m gone.” You replied with sigh, you’d only been at this last home a few months, of course they wouldn’t care to look into what happened to you, you were just another troubled kid to them.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N), with your record it seems like everyone accepted it would happen. I know it’s not fair. Considering the fact that you know that spiderman kid, there’s no way you can go back to your old life and pretend none of this happened.” He said before pulling you into an awkward hug before walking away.

You knew Steve was right, you’re not stupid. But it didn’t change the fact that you were standing in Wacanda with no hope of freedom. Would you ever see Peter again?

New Girl

Pairing: Clay Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: A lot of fluff.

Summary: You’ve moved to San Luis and now attend Liberty High. You meet Clay and develop a crush on him, but only start talking to him when he hurts himself badly in front of your house. It takes place the summer after Hannah’s death.

A/N: I wrote this right after I binged watch the show. I really fell in love with Clay’s character. This is a little something for all those who believe Clay deserves true happiness.:)

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Measuring Tape (M)

Request- Hello! I am one of those silent followers hehe.. I would be really happy if you could write about you being BTS’s fashion designer and Tae being the Gucci king he is, would be fascinated by your job and get closer to you… 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned! 

Sorry this took me so long sweetie, I’m such a little shit. Thank you so much for requesting. 

Enjoy! 

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


When people asked you about your job, you always said you loved it. Which was the truth. You were head designer for BTS for the last four years, you really did love your job, and you loved the people you work with. Over the years you become close to all the boys, but one of them in particular. 

“Taehyung.” You called from the fitting room. You were measuring all the boys for the comeback outfits. You were writing down Namjoon’s measurements, the last one you took, you didn’t even notice Taehyung come in. Coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You jump in his hold. “Jesus, Taehyung don’t do that!” 

“Sorry. You smell so good, Y/N.” Taehyung always knew how to make you blush. He nuzzled his nose into your neck. You had to admit you loved when Taehyung was touchy with you. 

“Stop distracting me! I need to get you measured and try some of my ideas out on you.” You huff out, breaking his hold on you. You take out the measuring tape. 

“I like that I distract you.” Taehyung mumbled under his breath, taking off his jacket, but you still caught it. You chose to ignore it, walking over to him. He start to measure his arms, his waist, then his shoulders. 

You couldn’t not notice how buff Taehyung was getting. His shoulders broadened out to twice the size they were, since their debut. You finished up measuring him, you had caught feelings for Taehyung. He was always interested in your work. He was always supportive of your ideas and designs telling you not to shy away, to be bigger and bolder. He definitely upped your confidence over the years. 

“Okay, so we’re doe here. But I have an outfit I’ve been working on. It’s not for the comeback or anything, I was just wondering if you could try it out for me. I think it will fir you well.” You were a little scared he’d find it weird and not want to wear it. You nervously played with your fingers. 

“Y/N, I’d be honoured to wear anything you created.” Taehyung smiled brightly down at you. You let out a little sigh of relief. You walked over to the rack of clothes, pulling the outfit out. 

“Thank you, Tae.” You smiled shyly, handing him the clothes. You expected for Taehyung to wait for you to leave, but he started to strip right in front you. You tried to get out as fast as you could, that boy was trying to make you flustered, with little to no effort. It was rather easy for him to make you fluster, only him though. 

You anxiously wanted outside the fitting room, for Taehyung to put the clothes on. You paced back and forth, this was going to be your own line of clothes. This wasn’t a concept you had to follow for Bangtan. 

“You can come in now.” Taehyung shouted through the fitting room door. You turned the handle, taking a deep breath to calm your self down a little. You walked in, Taehyung was looking at himself in the mirror. The clothes fitted his lean figure perfectly. 

“Turn for me.” He obeys, turning about to you. You begin to adjust the jacket on his body, pulling it to sit on his shoulders properly. You sigh in content, looking up to his Taehyung staring at you intently. 

“What?” You question, your hands still on his chest. 

“I.. I just love when you smile like that… I really love this outfit Y/N. Y’know I’d love to see more of your designs, stop hiding them from me.” Taehyung frowns down at you. You giggle a little. 

“We’ll see. Well you’re free to go back to whatever you were doing. Sorry for holding you up.” You smile sweetly. 

“You weren’t holding me up, I love this. Thank you for letting me try it on-” 

“It’s yours, Tae. I made it for you.” Taehyung came closer, but you cut him off. “I have to go get some fabric before the shop closes. I’ll be calling you soon for your fitting,” You give Taehyung one last smile before leaving your little studio. 


You were spending another late night at your studio, sewing the boys concept outfits together. You were nearly down with their MV outfits, sewing up a jacket for Seokjin. You had music blaring through your speakers, singing along to spice girls, you were in your happy place. 

“I didn’t know you were a spice girl fan.” You’re head whips around to Taehyung smirking at you in your door way. “Mind if I come in?” 

“Not at all, come in.” You smile waving him over. He walks over like hes on a Gucci catwalk, he sets a bag down on your table. “Ohh, what did you bring.” You stand up walking over to sit beside Taehyung. You only know realised you hadn’t eaten his lunch today, it was now past midnight. 

“I just got some takeout from the noddle bar down the street. I thought you’d be hungry.” He smiles back at you, taking a container out of the bag, handing you it along with some chopsticks. 

“Ugh, I am. I’m starving, you’re a life saver Taehyung.” You squeeze his fore arm, before diving into your food. You can’t help but notice Taehyungs eyes never leaving your figure, it made you blush, His strong gaze taking over mind. 

“It’s also a thank you, for a few weeks ago. I really appreciate the clothes, I love them. They’re just my style.” Taehyung winks at you. You avert your gaze from his winking face, so you wouldn’t choke on your food. 

You and Taehyung finish off your meals making small conversation about the up coming comeback. You lean back in your chair yawning, stretching a little, sitting up again to look at Taehyung. His hair fell perfectly on his face, his skin was so soft looking. You just wanted to kiss his cheeks.. his neck.. his collarbones. 

“Can I see what your working on?” Taehyung breaks the silence. You stand up walking over to your sewing machine. 

“Sure, it’s a jacket for Seokjin-” 

“No, not what you’re working on for us. I want to see what your working on, for your own line.” Taehyung speaks softly in his deep voice, it was very comforting for you. 

“Mhmm, I dunno..” You hesitate. 

“Please.” Taehyung pleads, his soft brown eyes melting you. You agree, You pull out your sketch pad, walking back over to your desk to sit beside Taehyung again. 

“They’re just sketches I’m playing with, so I dunno. They’re not really all that good.” You scratch your head nervously, as Taehyung flicks through your sketches. You couldn’t read his expression of rather he liked it or not. His eyebrows knit together, as he turns to look at you. 

“Y/N… These are amazing oh my god! There’s so many things I want in here. You’re so talented, you know that right. wow.. When you put on a fashion show I better be a model.” Taehyung blurts out chuckling. 

“Thank you, Tae.” You giggle. “Of course, you’ll be my main model, wouldn’t have anyone else.” You giggle. 

“You better not.” You just now realised how close you and Taehyung were an inch away from your noses touching. 

“I.. I better get back to work.” You pull away. 


Over the next few weeks you try your best to avoid Taehyung. It wasn’t because you didn’t like him, more like the opposite. You really like him.. more then a friend. You were afraid someone would notice and say something, you couldn’t have that. 

So you distanced yourself and spent your time working in your studio. Lucky for you Taehyung was always at practice, getting ready for their comeback. But you couldn’t avoid him for much longer, you needed to get him fitted in his comeback outfit. 

You took a deep breath, texting him to let him know you were going to be in your studio all day, he could pop in whenever. It wasn’y five minutes since you sent the text and Taehyung was busting through your studio door. 

“Ohh, you’re here quick.. You know I’m here all day, you can come back if you were busy.” You avert your gaze to the stack of fabric testers. 

“I was free. I’m free all day, so shall we start.” He noticed you not looking at him, keeping to your self. Just like you had the last few weeks, it hurt him to see you distancing yourself from him. 

“Everything already in the fitting room, call me in when you’re dressed.” You gesture in the direction of the fitting room, leaving him to it. 

“Y/N, I’m ready.” Taehyung calls after a few minutes. You enter the small room, taking in his appearance, your eyes scanning over his clothes. 

“Thank god, they fit perfectly.” You sigh in relief, walking closer to him, your hands smoothing over his torso, fixing his blazer. “By the way, this colours good on you.” You say without even noticing. Taehyung grabs your hands, slamming your back against the wall of the fitting room. His eyes, glaring into yours. 

“Why have you been avoiding me?” He asks, his voice a little harsher then it was a few moments ago. You look up to his face in shook, his body was flush against yours. You were finding it hard not to moan out. 

“I-I wasn’t-” 

“Stop the bullshit Y/N. You have and you know it.” He holds both your hands over your head with one of his hands. His other arm circles around your waist, bringing you chest to chest with him. “Or, is it because I make you nervous? huh? Do you think about me in this way? Do you want my lips on yours, as I grind my hips into your? I’ve thought of you like that, so many times.” Taehyung confesses, grinding his hips into yours. 

“I have.” You whisper out, Taehyungs hot breath was making your skin itch with want. You wanted him so badly, right now. 

“Mhm, baby what do you want me to do?” He smirks, starting to kiss you roughly. His lips moving against yours in a passionate kiss, claiming his mouth as his, slipping his tongue into your mouth, through your parted lips. 

“Taehyung, I want you.” You breath out against his lips. You can feel Taehyung smirking against them. 

“That’s all I ever wanted to hear.” Taehyung moves back from you, turning around to strip himself of his clothes, leaving him completely bare in front of you. His skin was beautiful, it was like a blank canvas you wanted to mark with hickeys and your nails. He was so much buffer then he looked with clothes on. 

“I didn’t want to ruin your work, but I will ruin your clothes.” Taehyung takes quite strides back to your his lips attacking yours again, in a hungry kiss. His hands com up to your chest, ripping open your blouse, buttons flying around the room. 

He slips the material down your arms letting it fall to the floor, he kisses down your neck, sucking and licking at the sensitive skin. His hands moving behind your to remove your bra. His mouth moves further down, planting soft kisses on your breasts. 

You can’t help the moan after moan that slips past your lips, you loved how his hands touched you, your body melting under his soft kisses and possessive gropes with his hands over your body. You loved it. 

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.” Taehyung trails his kisses down your stomach, until he hits the top of your jeans. He unbuttons your jeans pulling them slowly over the curve of your ass. “You’re not wearing panties.” Taehyung looks up at you.

“Ohh, I haven’t really hand time to wash my clothes, I’ve to busy with the comeback.” You blush, embarrassed. Taehyung kisses your mound. 

“I think it’s really hot. I just wish I knew sooner.” He pulls your jeans down the rest of the way, helping your step out of them. He kisses your bare thighs, teasing you. 

“Taehyung please.” You whine out. Taehyung stopped teasing you, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder, so he could eat your pussy. He starts to lick up and down your pussy, his tongue circling your centre. 

“You taste so good, baby. I could eat you out forever.” His tongue was working wonders, your hands was holding on to his shoulders to balance you. You were seeing stars, the longer he licked at your pussy. 

“Fuck, Taehyung t-that’s amazing.” You moaned out, your nails digging into his broad shoulder blades. Taehyung pulls back from your pussy, putting your leg down, your juices on his lips. 

“I need to fuck you, my balls are about to explode.” Taehyung hands smooth down to your back, down to your ass, gripping it firmly, hoisting your up around his hips. Your legs wrap around his hips, your slick pussy grinding against his hard dick. 

“Taehyung, I need you.. please.” Taehyung lines his dick at your entrance, his tip pushing in slowly. You were taking inch by inch, till he was fully in. His head rested against your shoulder. 

“Fuck, how are you so tight?” He moaned out. 

“Please move.” You gasped out. Taehyung pulled his head back to kiss your lips one last time, before slamming his hips up into your. He was fucking your hard up against the wall. Your back slammed against it every time he trust into you. 

“You feel so good around me, your pussy taking me so well.” Taehyung grunted into your ear, kissing your neck softly, it was nothing like how he was fucking you. He was fucking you with force, passion, lust. 

“ Taehyung, please don’t s-stop.” You pant out, his dick was hitting the right spot, over and over again. You were a moaning mess for Taehyung, your hands clung to his back wanting to keep him close. 

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my dick.” Taehyung grunts in your ear. Your orgasm washes over you, Taehyungs hips snapping harder into yours. 

“Yes Taehyung, oh god.” You scream out in satisfaction. Your head was lolled back in pleasure, Taehyung kept slamming his hips into yours, chasing his high. Spilling his seed into you, trusting a few more times, before stopping. 

Your back was against the cold wall. Taehyung had his arms wrapped around you tightly, his head in the crock of your neck. His breathing uneven, panting, just like you. You ran your finger through his sweaty hair. 

“I’ve wanted to do that do so long, baby.” Taehyung chuckles against you. 

“Me too.” 


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Thank you for reading! Oh and my masterlist is a little fuck at the moment so if you want it, ask and i’ll reblog it. It hasn’t been updated with like the last to fics so sorry, but I will be making a new one that will be up in the next few days. 

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