but he's caught me

😊What are Friends For?

Summary:  Can you write one imagine where reader and E have a crush on each other and you guys are constantly close but deny it in not a bad way, but a blushy one, and all of their friends say nothing about it but clearly know that they are whipped for the other one cause they see like idk Ethan wanting to brush her hair just to be close to reader or reader cuddling silently into his side all cute and fluffy and shit like that 😂😍 //Hey Can you do a imagine where one of the twins helps you learn how to swim?//Tickle fight

Warnings: None, but fluff

A/N: So I decided to combine a few requests to make this beauty!

“Grayson stop!” I screeched as he was tickling me on the couch. We were watching some show whenever he decided it was time to tickle me. Ethan was editing this week’s video so it was just Gray and I.

“Why don’t you scream for your boyfriend Ethan?” He asked as he kept tickling me. He had tackled me basically at this point as I was laughing. I heard someone clear their throat in the doorway behind us.

“Hey Ethan!” I squeaked as Grayson was on top of me in between my legs. He had my arms pinned down against the couch as I let out a playful scream.

Originally posted by ellens-new-world

“Gray.” Ethan said lowly. Grayson looked up to him as his smile faded quickly.

“Sorry. Hey do you guys want to go to the beach? I need to get some sun before Hawaii.” Grayson smiled awkwardly.

“Are you going?” I asked Ethan with a smile. Grayson let out a cackle. Ethan shot him a look.

“Of course. I forgot how whipped you two were with each other. Why don’t you guys just date already?” Ethan and I both started blushing hard.

“Nah it’s a friendship.”

“It would be weird.”

“It could ruin what we have.”

“It’s fine.” Ethan and I bickered back and forth as we both looked away blushing. Okay so Ethan and I like each other. No doubt, but neither one of us wanted to admit it, because all three of us were bestfriends and we didn’t want to ruin what we have.

“Ethan you brush her hair for crying out loud. We have ‘friendly sleepovers’, but it’s you two cuddling in the foam pit or something while I wind up going to my room to sleep to avoid being a third wheel. Hell even if we’re all watching a movie I see you two holding hands and you two cuddling into each other. So don’t give me that ‘we’re just friend’ bullshit!” Grayson protested as we both laughed.

“Go change lil bro.” Ethan said trying to change the subject, which Grayson just let out a groan as he ran away from us so he could change. Ethan and I awkwardly stood there and giggled some.

“I’m going to go change.” I finally stated.

“Yeah I should too. Meet you back out here?” He asked and I nodded.

***

“Hey I’m going to go play some volleyball. Wanna join?” Grayson asked E and I, but we both just shook our heads. “Oh right. Now it’s time for Y/N and Ethan time. I’ll let you two be.” He ran off to the court leaving Ethan and I.

“Wanna go for a swim?” I laughed at Ethan’s question.

“No I think I’ll stay on the shore and get some sun!” I smiled. Ethan let out a chuckle.

“What? Afraid the sharks will getcha?” He asked as I threw my towel down. “Come on Y/N stop being a party pooper. We have things to do and adventures to be ready for like our trip to Hawaii.” Ethan said as he looked around the beach. “And no one is here. Come on.” He begged, but I shook my head.

“No Ethan I’m fine here thank you.” I started rubbing tanning lotion on, when Ethan got an idea. He then picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “Ethan Grant!” I screamed and kicked, but it was no use. The truth was I didn’t exactly know how to swim. “Dolan I swear–” Before I could finish my threat, Ethan had dropped me in waist deep water. My body sank as I tried to resurface. My arms hooked around Ethan’s neck as I sputtered out water.

“Woah Y/N can you not swim?” Ethan asked as his arms looped around my waist to hold me tightly against him. His hands were barely above my butt. I ignored the awkward position we were in.

“No not really.” I admitted as I pressed my face into the crook of his neck.

“Y/N don’t be embarrassed. I’ll teach you.” He chirps. I just shook my head. “Okay well you don’t get much of a choice. Come on. I taught Gray to swim so it shouldn’t be that much harder.” Ethan chuckles as he gently sets me down. “Hey don’t worry I’ve got you okay?” Ethan could obviously tell I was nervous a little bit. I just nodded my head in agreement. Ethan sat me down to where I was standing on my own. He showed me the butterfly, breaststroke, and everything in between.

“Yeah I don’t think I can do that.” I giggled and so did he.

“You’ll get the hang of it. Okay now paddle Y/N.” Ethan says as he held my body above the water. I paddled a little as I lifted my feet from the sea floor, but quickly put them back.

“Ethan what if I drown?” I asked and he just chuckled.

“You won’t drown. I’ll give you CPR before that happens.” Ethan said chuckling. I groaned as I paddled hard, but went nowhere. I heard Ethan laughing. “Kick your feet Y/N!” He shouted at me as I kept on paddling. “Stretch your arms! Oh my gosh you swim like a rock!” Ethan couldn’t stop laughing. I stood up on my feet really irritated at him.

“I give up!” I snapped as I threw my arms up in surrendering.

“Woah woah Y/N hey I’m sorry. It’s okay.” Ethan said as he tried to get my attention, but it didn’t work.

“No Ethan! I can’t swim. I just won’t go to Hawaii with you and Gray in July. It’s fine.” I protested, but he ran, well I guess swam after me.

“Gosh you’re faster on land than in the water.” Ethan said as he grabbed my arm pulling me back. “Listen to me Y/N.” He snapped which caught my attention.

“What Ethan?” I snapped back.

“I’m sorry. I just get nervous around you so I act like a jerk. I just wanted to hold you okay? I want to help you and be there for you. I’m sorry. Can we please just forget all the dick things I said and try again?” He asked sucking his lip in between his teeth. I rolled my eyes at his confession, but agreed.

Originally posted by stayinlove

“Fine.” I followed Ethan back out into the water as he gently held my hand. Actually he picked me up and spun me around which made me shriek and him laugh. He then pulled me against his body as he slowly pulled me down. I tried to protest, but Ethan shushed me.

“Just trust me.” I let out a frustrated sigh as I felt Ethan laying me on my back in the water as his hands rested just under my back. I trusted him so I didn’t panic. “There you’re floating.” Ethan was so much taller than me that he could be on his knees on the seafloor and he would still be above the water as he held me up. “Flap your arms a little bit.” I did as I felt Ethan’s hands leave my backside I was still above the water.

“Ethan!” I screamed in sheer panic.

“I’m right here Y/N. I’m not leaving you alone okay? I’m here.” He smiles as do I. His hands go back to my backside as I smiled. “It’s not exactly swimming, but it’s kind of close.” He chuckled. Ethan’s eyes were going up and down my body making sure to keep me afloat. I changed my position as Ethan grabbed my hand to keep me above the water. Ethan and I looked each other in the eyes as we both smiled together. My hand gripped his shoulder as he wrapped my legs around his midsection. We just stared into each other’s eyes as we heard Grayson yell at us.

“Guys! These snow cones are amazing!” Ethan and I turned to look at Grayson. “Oh my God did I interrupt the big kiss? OMG I’m so sorry! Forget what I said! These snow cones are terrible!” He shouted as he ran away from us.

“You were saying?” I asked as we both chuckled.

“I wasn’t. I was doing.” He said as his lips closed in on mine. This was the kiss I waited for since Ethan and I first began our flirtationship. It was the kiss I’ve wanted for so long. He was such a great kisser too. My heart felt like it was going to thump out of my chest. His hand squeezed my waist tightly as I smiled into the kiss. My legs wrapped tighter around him too. We slowly pulled apart as he gave me a long lasting peck. We were both out of breath and it was safe to say we were both shook. He started smiling as he let out a sigh of relief. “That was better than I could have ever imagined.” He smiled. I smiled back.

Originally posted by when-im-alonee-with-youu

“Finally!” Grayson cheered as I buried my face in Ethan’s chest as it was definitely turning red. “I’m going to have to call mom and tell her everything! Oh my gosh that was perfect!” Grayson cheered louder as I detached myself from Ethan’s body as he takes my hand in his as we walked up to the shore. As Grayson just asked us 20 questions, we just held hands and ate snow cones until the sun started going down. We all decided to stay at the beach and watch the sunset. We built a fire and just relaxed. Now I was way too excited for Hawaii. 

Originally posted by foreheadtw

I was lying on Ethan’s lap as he played with my hair. “Best beach day ever.” He said as he bent down and pressed his lips to mine.

Originally posted by sensualkisses

“Agreed.”

Teenage Feysand

I saw the post about how 17 year old Rhysand would react to 17 year old Feyre. It’s my first fic so it is probably shit, but I just had to write it. 

Description: 17 y/o Feyre comes into the Illyrian camp that 17 y/o Rhysand and his mother are living in. All 17 y/o Illyrian males want to do is fuck and fight, and Rhysand is no exception, but darling Feyre won’t accept his advances.

I had had my fair share of good romps in the 17 years I’d been in the world, and it turns out that not many girls can resist the son of the High lord. Or so I thought…

           I was in the middle of sparring with Cassian when I caught an unfamiliar scent coming from the direction of the entrance to the camp. My brother must have caught it too because he looked at me with a devilish smirk. The scent was sweet like vanilla and something else, and it was most definitely female. At that moment, my mother came around the corner, her arm around what I assumed was the new mystery girl. I stepped out of the sparring ring and walked to where my mother and the girl stood.

“Ah, Rhysand, I was just looking for you,” my mother said as I approached, “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She motioned with her hand to the girl standing beside her.

Now closer, I could actually get a good glimpse at the stranger. She looked around my age, but nothing about her screamed ‘Look at me’. She lifted her face to me then, and my snarky remark died in my throat as I looked at the girl’s face. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. Her pale skin was clear, only marked by light freckles across her delicate nose. Her blue-gray eyes shone with a challenge that I was certainly up to accept.i allowed my eyes to roam further down her body. Slowly, I gave her one of my dazzling smiles that always worked on females, and held out my hand.

“Rhysand. It’s a pleasure to meet you…”

She took my hand gently and shook it once before letting it fall.

“Feyre. Nice to meet you,” she replied, completely unfazed by the look I had just given her. Challenge accepted, I thought as Feyre brushed past me and continued walking toward the barracks at the other end of the pitch.  

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I tried for weeks to get Feyre’s attention, but none of my usual advances worked. She would just smile at me and shake her head and go back to whatever she was doing. The tension was driving me crazy. I had never been one to stumble over words, but this girl, this beautiful girl, with her full pink lips and stunning eyes made me want to roar in frustration whenever she shot down my advances.

I decided to try one last time, so I invited Feyre on a walk with me in the forest surrounding the camp. We had been walking for a good hour, and our conversation had been the same flirty banter that it usually was. Feyre seemed to be in a particularly good mood, so I decided to try my luck.

“You really should consider my offer, Feyre darling,” I said as we walked along one of the mountain streams.

“Oh, should I? Well tell me Rhysand, what would be so appealing about sleeping with you,” Feyre replied, rolling her eyes at me in the process. The way my name rolled off her tongue when she was being sarcastic…

I had to physically stop myself from pouncing onto her as I replied confidently, “I am the son of a High Lord, I am gorgeous, and I’ve never had a complaint about my skills in bed”.

Feyre snorted at this and shook her head, “Hard to get a complaint from your own hand, Rhysand.”

I smiled wickedly at her remark, “Such a foul mouth on such a stunning creature. Show me, Feyre, exactly what that mouth of yours can do”. She simply gave me a smile that left me feeling dizzy and continued walking along the stream.

I made to follow her when I slipped on a rock and lost my balance. I did not have time to catch myself as I fell backwards into the stream. The rush of the freezing water took care of any evidence of what I had been thinking about doing with Feyre’s mouth, along with any pride this amazing female hadn’t already crushed. Feyre stood on the bank now, laughing so hard that she had peeled over. I took this opportunity and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the water with me. She screamed at the coldness of the water, but I quickly pulled her against me before she could attempt to climb out of the stream.

“It’s not kind to laugh at people in distress, Feyre darling,” I said as I pushed back a wet strand of her hair.

She shivered, but I was unsure if it was from the touch or the temperature of the water. My answer came a second later when she took my face into her hands and kissed me gently. I was so taken aback that I forgot to kiss her back for the first few seconds, but I deepened the kiss when I felt her body melt into mine. I gathered her into my arms and laid her down onto the bank before covering her body with my own once again, kissing her like I needed the feel of our lips together to breath. At this point, I did.

Feyre flipped us over without breaking the kiss and straddled me. I made to run my hands over her back, but she grabbed my hands and held them down above my head. She broke the kiss then, and I didn’t realize what she had been doing with my hands until I tried to move them and felt the restraints now around my wrists.

She gave me a wicked smile as she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “If you can get out of these, come find me, and I’ll accept your offer”. I groaned as she nipped my ear and made to stand. She gazed down at me with those beautiful blue eyes and took off running back towards the camp.

I stalked back to the camp mere minutes after breaking the chains with my power, frustrated and cold. I looked for Feyre everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. Cassian took one look at me when I finally came home and burst into laughter. I gave him the finger and made my way up to the bath. I could still feel the sensation of Feyre’s lips on mine, her body underneath me, the way she nipped at my ear before she left me on that bank. Shit, I thought as I sat down in the bath, this girl is going to be the death of me. Even as the thought struck me, I couldn’t help but think, maybe some things are worth dying for.

anonymous asked:

I'm 14 y/o boy (just graduated 8th grade) and I've been dating this guy who is 25. He has a good job and always takes me to dinner and movies. And when he goes shopping he takes me and asks if I want anything so I occasionally get something. We met at the movie theatre lobby. He caught me staring and talked to me. We make out all the time and dry hump in just our underwear but haven't had actual sex yet. He thinks I'm 16 and said he would wait a year for me. Do I tell him the truth?

What you’re doing is illegal. And by lying him you could be setting him up for not only jail time but a lifetime on a list of sexual offenders. This would determine what jobs he can get and where he can live.

Absolutely tell him the truth. I understand that now it will be hard and feelings are involved but you need to do the responsible thing and friend-zone him until you are legally able to sleep with him.

You’re very young and very pubescent. You’re hormones are raging and people in their twenties and thirties were certainly the subject of my fantasies at your age. But, I’m also guessing you have maturity beyond your years. Now is the time to listen to that mature brain AND your love for him and protect him by removing any sexual contact from your relationship.

I can’t imagine how hard that’s gonna be. I genuinely feel for you and wish you the best.

anonymous asked:

I'm 14 y/o boy (just graduated 8th grade) and I've been dating this guy who is 25. He has a good job and always takes me to dinner and movies. And when he goes shopping he takes me and asks if I want anything so I occasionally get something. We met at the movie theatre lobby. He caught me staring and talked to me. We make out all the time and dry hump in just our underwear but haven't had actual sex yet. He thinks I'm 16 and said he would wait a year for me. Do I tell him the truth?

I’m going to start off by saying that you are really going to hate my answer, but I am only being honest with you and trying to save you some pain.

First of all, you should definitely tell him. I say this because its not fair to him to think you’re within a year of being legal (I’m assuming 17 is the age if consent in your area), when actually there is a much larger gap. This could also lead to some horrible consequences for you both later on. In all honesty he will probably end things, but that goes into my second point.

Secondly, I am going to offer some advice you didn’t ask for: You really should stop seeing this guy. Nothing good comes from dating someone older in your teens. First of all, you’re just now starting high school. You are going to have so many new amazing opportunities to develop as a person. Join clubs, make friends, try to meet other guys your age. It may take awhile, but it will happen.

Secondly, dating someone so much older is going to be something that will ruin your teenage experience. By dating someone so much older than yourself you will miss out on so many great experiences with someone your own age, someone who is figuring everything out as your are. A 14 year old should not be trying to fit into an adult dating role.

Lastly, I want you to ask yourself one question: why would a 25 year old want to date a 14 (or 17 year old) year old? You are at very, very different stages in your life. This guy is a fully fledged adult. He’s likely starting to think seriously of settling down, trying to start a career. He’s no longer trying to figure himself out. Meanwhile, you’re just starting to become an adult. You are going to hardly recognize yourself after just your first year of high school, let alone all four years. There is no good reason why someone his age would be dating a teenager.

In fact, my best friend was in a similar situation. She dated a guy who was 25 when she was 17. At first it was fine, they were cute together and her parents even approved. But after awhile all of us who were her friends could see that the guy was manipulating her. Trying to change her to be more docile and the image of his perfect woman. We tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn’t listen. It took two years, but she finally left the guy. She spent years trying to become her own person again and learn to love herself. And I’ve had many other friends who have had similar things happen to them.

So basically TLDR: Don’t date a guy who is older than you when you are in your teens. You’re at very different stages in life and it will only cause heartache and pain.

“He’s an actor on Broadway.  I broke up with him in December because he couldn’t manage his anger.  He’d scream at me on subway platforms.  Once he busted my lip while trying to grab something out of my hand.  That was when I finally ended it.  But he called me on New Year’s Eve and asked if he could go to a party with me.  We’d bought our tickets months earlier.  They were expensive so I agreed.  My sister was coming with us so I wasn’t worried.  Everyone had a great time.  …At the end of the night, we dropped off my sister and went back to his place.  I was so drunk that I curled up in a pile of clothes.  When I opened my eyes he was taking photos of me and laughing.  I immediately decided to leave.  It was literally the start of a new year and I wanted to begin on a good note.  He yelled at me to come back but I kept walking.  He followed me down the stairs and grabbed my arm.  He told me to ‘stop acting stupid.’  Then he pinned me up against the side of his building.  He was choking me and saying ‘calm down, calm down, calm down.’  A van drove by and started honking at us.  But they didn’t stop.  They didn’t help me.  I broke free and ran into traffic but nobody was stopping.  He caught me, and pushed me up against a van, and lifted me into the air by the neck.  When I woke up on the ground he was gone.  I asked the judge to sentence him to anger management courses.  He’s finished them.  But I’m still dealing with the trauma of that night.”

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All Reyes lines (at least that I’ve heard so far) from the new game mode.

Edit: Added subtitle captioning for non-gameplay lines

Mind your business.
  • Random man passing us outside of Petco: Look at him carrying the small bag and making her carry the big one. That's not right.
  • Me, carrying the giant bag of dog food on my shoulder: He's recovering from a hernia. Go screw yourself.
  • Random man: *mortified*
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sassy Slytherin!Yoongi🌵🐍

On nights like these, Viktor knew what to do.

It’s not like he got it right the first time. Or the second, or the third. And once he had gotten it, that didn’t mean he stopped making mistakes. He always made mistakes. But Yuuri helped him learn that was okay.


One night, Viktor woke up to find Yuuri upright, leaning against the headboard. His expression was blank, but Viktor could tell there was some sort of dull churning going on in his head.

“Go back to sleep, Viktor,” Yuuri said when he caught Viktor staring, pushing up the corners of his mouth with a little force.

Viktor, too sleepy to argue, did.


There was a night at the Onsen when Viktor heard Yuuri whimpering through the thin screen doors. Thankfully, Yuuri was already used to having Viktor around at the time. So Viktor quietly entered Yuuri’s room, shut the door behind him, and sat at the side of his bed.

Yuuri was sitting up, but with his arms around his knees and his face buried in his elbow. His glasses were beside him.

Viktor could see some wetness glimmering on the back of Yuuri’s hand.

“I’ll get water,” Viktor said gently, squeezing Yuuri’s arm a bit. Yuuri nodded into his elbow.

After returning with water and placing it on the bedside table, Viktor offered Yuuri a blanket. He took it, rubbed his eyes with it, and then wrapped it around his shoulders.

Viktor turned off all the lights and coaxed Yuuri to lie down beside him.


Another night, things didn’t go so well. Viktor was annoyed, for some reason. Even he himself wasn’t sure why. But he wasn’t being the usual whiny, vocal Viktor that Yuuri was used to. He was being closed off instead.

Yuuri tried several times to make conversation. None of his numerous attempts took off, always ending in a silence more tense than the previous one.

“Viktor,” Yuuri said, placing a hand on Viktor’s arm as a signal to stop walking. They were in a park, taking Makkachin out for her morning stroll.

“Mm?” Viktor grunted.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Yuuri said.

Viktor turned away and kept walking.

“Viktor!” Yuuri exclaimed, shocked. That was a very rare thing for Viktor to do. He caught his wrist and held it tight. “Talk to me.”

Viktor turned on him. “Why? You never do anyway,” he said, his voice much too measured, too deliberate.

Yuuri dropped his hand.

“I’ll meet you back at the house,” Yuuri said, and before Viktor could say anything, Yuuri ran, Makkachin whimpering in the distance.

Viktor turned up an hour later with a blanket, a glass of water, and an apology. He confessed to Yuuri he didn’t know what made him so tense.

“Maybe I’m just tired,” Viktor said.

“Maybe you are a bit frustrated with me,” Yuuri replied. “You’re right, I never really tell you what I’m thinking during those times.”

Viktor’s eyes widened. “Y-You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to!”

Yuuri frowned. “It’s not that I didn’t want to, honestly. I’m just not used to… telling other people.”

“Oh,” Viktor said, a little dumbfounded. Why hadn’t Yuuri ever talked to anyone about it?

“I mean Phichit was always there for me when I needed it, but I could never really say what was going on, but with you maybe I can try, you know? Maybe it would be better if–”

“Yuuri,” Viktor cut into his rambling, the corner of his mouth lifting the tiniest bit.

He took Yuuri’s hand in his and kissed his knuckles. Yuuri still blushed, even though Viktor had done that countless times before.

“I’d be honored to know what goes on inside Yuuri Katsuki’s head,” Viktor said. “Just. Don’t force yourself, okay? I know we’ll get there in time.”

And Yuuri’s heart swelled until he thought his chest would burst. A fresh wave of tears stung his eyes, but Yuuri knew they weren’t from pain.

He yanked Viktor forward by the hand and hugged him tight.

anonymous asked:

honestly, my favourite tony trope is him surviving so much bullshit that everyone starts to believe that he's actually immortal. Villains start just giving up on actually killing him, and either incapacitate him or make sure he's unavailable when they start the fight. Some of the more egotistical ones go out of their way to try. There's many conspiracy theories about him, and how it's possible that he's survived. One of his favourite pastimes is reading the more outlandish ones. (Tree)

Listen. It’s common knowledge among the villains of the world. If you’re anywhere close to being a professional Badguy, then you’ve heard the stories. You know the rumours.


Tony Stark Does Not Die. So for God’s sake, do not be stupid enough to try.


Some of the newbies, they ask. They wonder why no-one tries to shoot a fatal hit, why they never even bother to go for Iron Man. 

The older, more weary villains just roll their eyes and mutter “don’t wanna waste my firepower. Save your shots for the ones that will actually stay dead, kid,”

“That asshole crawled out of a cave with a hole in his chest and still managed to kick everyone’s ass,” someone pipes up moodily from the corner.

There’s a sudden bang as a hand slaps on the counter, and the newbie turns to see another grim-looking villain.“I once shot straight through him. Laser right through the stomach. You know what that piece of shit did?” The guy gestures to his lack of foot. “He Goddamn turned around and shot my leg off! and then he just sort of looked down and shrugged at his own fatal wound. He told me I had it worse, and that he was ‘sorry’. Who even does that?”

“I crushed him,” says another, “he just buried out the other way and then caught me a day later. It took me years to get out of prison.”

“I planted a virus in his suit while he was thousands of miles above sea, and not only did he defend it, but he traced my source and sent it back. Thousands and thousands of dollar’s worth of tech, gone,” someone shouts miserably from across the room. “He didn’t even have a fucking keyboard! Every line of code was verbal! He spoke and memorised those lines faster than I could type them, and I goddamn invented the thing!”

A bottle of… something, flies across the room. Obviously everyone is very bitter about this.

The newbie, because they’re always like this at the start; over-confident and stiflingly cocky, puffs their chest and looks them all in the eye. “you just haven’t been thinking about it hard enough. I’ll kill him. Just watch.”


Everyone descends into hysterical laughter. Someone is crying. No one in the room is Okay. 


“Whatever you say, whatever you think or plan, he’s one step ahead. Don’t, for your sake, please. Take Thor. Or Cap. Or maybe the Widow, if you’re feeling brave? But just… don’t waste your time with him. Try and keep him away, instead. That’s all we can ask for,” says someone next to her, obviously taking pity.

“He might be smart, but he’ll have no idea what’s coming when I step on the scene!” Newbie growls. “Listen-”




A few miles across, Tony Stark listens to the whole conversation via a bug he planted in the known Villain Hiding-Spot, and smiles smugly.

“Damn straight,” he mutters, before calling in the rest of the Avengers to gloat.

That podium scene
  • <p> <b>Yuuri:</b> Enjoying the view?<p/><b>Yuuri thinking:</b> hell yeah nikiforov, I'm finally on top of you in this fucking podium. Wooo, look at me win gold while you have fucking silver. What you gonna do about it, huh? Nothing because I'm the champion here while you're just a loser looking at me from below.<p/><b>Viktor thinking:</b> oh my god he caught me staring at him. He caught me staring at him! Shit, this is so embarrassing *blush* but wait, he's flirting with me. HE'S FLIRTING WITH ME!!! Oh shut up Chris, stop laughing. This is so embarrassing uwaaah!<p/></p>

This is cliche and short but I actually finished it so

“Dex." 

"What." 

"I need another word for ‘cleansed’." 

"Do I look like a Thesaurus to you, Nurse?" 

"Chill, dude." 

”… Purified.“ 

Nursey looked up before he could stop himself, shock on his features for barely half a second before switching to… Pleased? Content. No, chuffed. (God, Nursey wanted to use that word in a poem one day. Chuffed.) 

"Thanks." 

Dex, however, didn’t look up. The keys on his thick black laptop clicked almost continuously, and Nursey did not debate internally on whether he was writing an essay or lines of code, because he had poetry assignments to finish for tomorrow. While not procrastinating, he shifted his mind to the whirring machine- it was really fucking old, but the thing was, Dex was the kind of person to repair his own electronics instead of upgrading them. (Like, with pliers and everything. He’s seen it happen.) The thing was in really good shape. Similar to the way that Hugh Jackman was by no means a spry twenty year old, yet looked like it would take nothing short of a battering ram to knock him over. A nice, solid, dependable- 

"What the hell are you muttering about now?” Dex muttered, the hypocrite.

“Aw, nothing.” (Hugh Jackman) “The next line.” (Hugh Jackman as a laptop)

“What’ve you got?" 

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Now that I think of Bruce as an older brother/young dad it totally makes sense that he would let Dick become a vigilante.

Dick: “Bruce! I want to fight crime!”
Bruce’s thought process: ‘He’s eight…buuuuuut he can do flippy shit…plus he did take care of several criminals before I caught him…he’s making those eyes at me…ah damn.’
Bruce: “Sure, chum. You can fight crime if you work really hard at it, okay?”
Dick, having won his choice of an extracurricular activity: “YAY!”
Alfred: [internal screaming]

Early Morning Soup

Hi hi everyone, i am absolutely delighted to announce @jaggedarchetypes wrote a piece based on this comic and its?? so good??? and once again im absolutely at a loss for words & im so very touched oh my god?? please read it under the cut he captured the feeling so well!!!!

For one who felt so exhausted, actual rest sure seemed to allude Hanzo Shimada. Midnight had him tossing and turning, one AM had him pacing, two AM had him outside jogging and walking, and three AM had him resigned to the fate of another sleepless night. But at least, if not a relaxed mind, his exercise had worked up a sizable appetite.

By three fifteen, Hanzo was showered, and by three thirty he was glaring tiredly into a pot. He’d sampled his soup perhaps a dozen times, but the flavor stubbornly refused to be like the one of his childhood. So, Hanzo sent out a text. Then one more, just for good measure.

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