but they both look good hey

guys but listen

  • so after the foxes win everyone starts paying attention to them
  • suddenly the press is all over their social media and wants them on talk shows and panels all the time
  • and they do it bc they could use some good publicity tbh and they rly need a bigger team
  • one day allison (her and neil are bffs now dont fight me on this i s2g) is watching tv w neil and he is rly into what’s happening and she pulls out her sc and starts taking a video
  • she holds the camera so both their faces show and goes “hey neil” and and when he starts to look over she kisses him on the cheek (allison reynolds does not give 2 shits about neil’s scars and she’s gonna show every1)
  • the video ends just as neil smiles
  • ppl on the internet lose their shit !! this video is everywhere
  • allison moved on from seth and NEIL JOSTEN is dating a teammate
  • so they go on a lowkey trashy talk show (and everyone warns neil to keep his mouth shut)
  • the lady is like “so neil i hear ur in a relationship with one of ur teammates”
  • all the foxes hold their breath he’s too unpredictable
  • wymack takes a drink
  • andreil arent hiding anything really they just dont do pda so neil is like “oh ya we like to keep our relationship private tho lets talk about exy”
  • and she is like “well it didnt look like you were keeping it private when allison posted this on her sc” and she plays the video
  • all the foxes start laughing except kevin, andrew, and aaron
  • allison is literally losing her shit and matt has trouble breathing for a few seconds
  • and the lady is like “…um did i miss something haha”
  • and nicky takes pity on her “we’re just laughing bc neil and allison are definitely not dating sry”
  • and she is like “???????????? but ur still dating a teammate”
  • kevin quickly redirects the conversation back to exy bc they do not have the time to sit here and talk about andreil’s love life jfc
  • she cant get anything else out of them
  • so ppl are just losing their minds for like a week trying to figure out who neil is dating when renee posts a pic on instagram of them w the caption “neil drove me to lunch and paid for my meal” ((they actually talk about andrew lol))
  • and now every1 is like omg !! this is it!!
  • so the foxes are doing a panel and they get through a decent amount of exy related questions and then
  • “i have a question for neil. would u like to comment on ur relationship w renee walker??”
  • “id like to comment that my relationship w renee is that we r good friends and that id like to talk about exy now”
  • they cant get anything else out of anyone
  • so now ppl rly confused bc neil is a Straight Man and only Dan is left but her and Matt are very publicly dating 
  • what kind of sexual deviancy is this ??????????? is neil josten engaging in some kind of polyamorous relationship with his teammates?????? no one can answer
  • ok so next talk show 
  • this woman barely gets the introductions out before she leaps right in
  • “neil are you currently in a relationship with dan wilds despite the fact that she is dating matt boyd?” 
  • neil has had enough
  • this boy just wants to play exy hes too old for this
  • he just stares at her
  • he cant even speak like who is this woman??
  • he didnt ask to dismantle heteronormativity in america but apparently he has to
  • “i dont have a gf”
  • she stares back
  • “are you no longer in a relationship with one of your teammates as you previously stated?????”
  • the foxes are getting worried neil might kill her
  • it’s getting very hard not to laugh
  • neil stares a little longer
  • “i dont have a gf
  • the host’s eyes widen
  • the audience goes silent
  • “am i to understand that neil josten, breakout exy player of the year, has just come out??”
  • ppl start clapping (some ppl boo and nicky starts to flip them off before kevin grabs his hand)
  • this woman has just gotten one of the best stories of her life on live television
  • she cant stop smiling
  • once again kevin steers the conversation back to exy (even when he isnt insulting ppl why does neil always have to cause problems ??) and doesnt let her go back
  • there’s wild speculation about which boy he’s dating bc it doesnt makes sense ?????/
  • aaron has been seen kissing katelyn after games
  • kevin and thea are now officially dating
  • nicky is v vocal about his bf (like 12 times a day on twitter)
  • matt and dan are definitely still dating
  • andrew is not capable of relationships ????? and him and neil hate each other ???/
  • the answer comes 3 weeks later
  • they are all in the girls’ room for a movie night
  • everyone but renee is slightly drunk
  • allison and renee take a cute pic
  • in the background u can kinda see neil asleep on andrew who in a rare display of affection actually has a hand in his hair
  • allison notices right before she posts it on instagram but andreil have already said that they arent rly trying to hide their relationship they just arent going to go out of their way just for crazy talk show hosts
  • and DAMN
  • the way they are leaning against each other is unmistakable (esp in light of recent news) 
  • neil josten and andrew minyard are in a relationship?????? have been in a relationship?????? the ppl need confirmation
  • neil’s twitter (that he uses to retweet exy players and occasionally start fights w them) is being blown up
  • finally he goes on twitter and makes his first original tweet 
  • “Andrew is my boyfriend.”
  • twitter literally explodes and “andreil” is trending for a week

anonymous asked:

it's been almost 3 years but danger's video still gets me shook

the question is: why wouldn’t it friend. cinematographic masterpieces age like good wine and guess what the danger mv is? exactly. a masterpiece. revolutionary, innovative, daring and above this universe’s laws of physics unlike anything we’ve ever seen I mean just to begin ltm invented skates and parking lots????!

like someone pointed out before: HE 👏 WENT 👏 THERE 👏 AND 👏 SERVED 👏 THOSE 👏 LOCAL 👏 GAY 👏 GYM 👏 INSTRUCTOR 👏 AESTHETICS 👏👏

and this? is the best thing about the mv? like. a guitar? a gun? neither and both: a guitar gun.

imagine taemin carrying that w him and someone going “hey taems why don’t you play something for us” and taemin going “step aside friends i’m about to deliver a BANGER haha get it”

aside from sm assholes covering my boy’s square philtrum :-) the thicc FINALLY got the spotlight it deserves

I did some research and

he also invented useless sweaters that look good under blue/pink neon but that will also freeze your ass to death if you try wearing one like that for real

school won’t tell you this because the government hates cold and raw truth but the airplane design was inspired by this dance move. facts!

and to top it all he came thru with this Highly Unnecessary Bullshit

like what does that even do???? cut his blood circulation?? idk but it looks amazing. that thigh strap belongs right there around his tiny thigh and I, whom am weak for that thigh strap, belong in hell

D A R K  O V E R L O R D  O F  S Q U A T T I N G  D O W N

he actually had a bun and I must have cried 15,3 times?

+my previous analysis that still stands and proves that the danger mv is timeless, it’s awe-inspiring, it heals. your future children will hear of this mv and they will call you a liar bc something so wonderful doesn’t exist, it’s most surely a myth and can you shut up about taemin for once mom

going off my tags in that previous post, like Viktor was definitely preparing the eros routine for himself to passive aggressively aim at yuuri the next season. assuming yuuri continued skating, viktor fully intended on performing that routine to his fullest ability, using all his sexuality, and winking at yuuri when they’re competing in the same competition. yuuri being so confused and internally screaming when Viktor winks at him?? meanwhile viktor’s internal monologue is like ‘YOU BITCH YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE MANNERS TO LOOK ASHAMED FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME.’ the other competitors being like ‘hey we should hang out with yuuri more that guy is pretty cool’ chris being like ‘let’s invite yuuri over for drinks and dancing tonight’ and viktor being like ‘HM REALLY? SOUNDS LIKE A GOOD IDEA BUT ACTUALLY HARD PASS.’ finally at a competition they’re both in viktor and yuuri finally talk, mostly bc Viktor is still obsessed with him but isn’t totally sure yuuri is aware that his routine is about him. but yuuri is just like ‘The Viktor Nikiforov is making small talk with me OMG.’ and he tries to discuss the competition, “so everyone’s doing really well–” but viktor doesn’t give a fuck abt the competition and bitchily being like “I wonder if this banquet will be as interesting as last year’s.” Yuuri: “yeah….wait huh” Viktor, carefully aloof smile: “don’t tell me you plan on pole dancing half naked again this year.” yuuri fucking. dies. he’s so confused? “What? What happened last year? I remember getting to the banquet, picking up champagne, then waking up in a pool of my own vomit in a bathtub holding a dirty sock. Did I do something embarrasing????” cue that face viktor makes when yuuri dances up on him, that confused, blank stare. the stare of Realizing. he’s like ‘oh my god he doesn’t even remember. this whole time, i’ve been passive aggressively erosing at him this whole season and NONE of it has landed?’ anyway during this yuuri is a mess of anxiety and panic over embarrasing himself in front of Viktor and thinking Viktor hates him now. After the competition Viktor takes a leap of faith and asks yuuri out for coffee after the competition and yuuri says yes they fall in love, get married and adopt a thousand poodles.

You’re My Drug (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: Can I have a one shot/fic where reader is shy and one of the avengers’ daughter (up to you) and she sings when no one is at the tower. And Bucky walks in and it relaxes him so he asks reader to sing him a lullaby to put him to sleep. Thank you, and good luck with all your requests!

Hey little mama

Ain’t gotta ask me if I want to

Just tell me, can I get a light?

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

‘Cause I can always see the farthest stars when I’m on you

I don’t wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin’ you

“Steve, come here,” Bucky whispered with a summoning curl of his finger.  “Did you know about this?”

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Dating Jason Todd would be like...
  • Playful insults.
  • Constantly.
  • Like instead of a “Hey Beautiful.” in the morning. He says something like “Get up ass breath.”
  • You retort with a smart comment about him being a technical zombie.
  • “Hey Walking Dead. What’s for breakfast?”
  • You guys take turns cooking.
  • But you have to admit that he is the best cook out of both of you.
  • Like when he makes pancake, you literally just cry.
  • “Y/N? What is wrong? Why are you crying?”
  • “These are just some good pancakes.”
  • He kisses you and makes you some more.
  • He is weak in the knees for your puppy dog eyes.
  • He can never say no when you look at him with those eyes.
  • And it’s your personal secret weapon.  
  • “Can we watched Frozen?”
  • “No! We watched that movie at least a dozen times!”
  • “Please.”
  • “NO!”
  • You look at him with the puppy dog eyes. “Pwease…”
  • You guys end up watching Frozen two times.
  • When he has one of his nightmares, you get up and make him hot chocolate and ask him to talk about it.
  • It’s usually the same nightmare all the time.
  • But you just want to be there for him.
  • He’s so good at reading you.
  • If you’re having a bad day, he will literally make all your favorite treats.
  • “Mmmm…are those M&M cookies I smell?”
  • “Yep. I made a whole batch.”
  • “Either you are trying to make me a diabetic or you want me to tell you about my awful day.”
  • “Why else would I slave in front of hot stove for?”
  • You nag him all the time when he comes home looking like bloody murder.
  • But you reluctantly patch and stitch him up with a pout on your face.
  • “I’m just saying. When you go on patrol, try to be a little more careful. You cheated death once, I don’t think he’ll give you a third chance.”
  • “Yes my royal pain in the ass.”
  • You love giving him hugs. 
  • No matter what you always hug him everyday.
  • But he really doesn’t know why you are hugging him. 
  • “Why are you hugging me Y/N?”
  • “Don’t question it. Just roll with it.”
  • He pretends like he hates them, but he can’t help but love it. 
  • Him being your stubborn little love.
  • You being his one and only light in this dark world.
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LISTEN…. i love everything about this dialog but the part that absolutely blew my mind was just… tony wondering if ultron can still be good…… listen to me…. this is something i miss so much in both the mcu and most comics nowadays…. my son… the guy who would hire ex-convicts without looking at their records at all… the guy who would wax lyrical about the value of second chances with minimal prompting… the guy who was manipulated by villains multiple times exactly because he was so intense about Believing That People Can Get Better… the guy who fell in love with villains multiple times…. the guy who refused to kill based on the premise that everyone deserves a chance to turn themselves around… the guy who looked at the system that fostered a crime instead of condemning the criminal…. the guy who hasn’t given up on you even after you gave up on yourself… listen……. LISTEN….. MY SON……..

P L U S that delicious contextual layer of ULTRON HAS HIS BRAINWAVES SO REALLY TONY’S WORRIES ALSO TIE BACK TO THE HOPES HE HAS FOR HIMSELF AND HIS SELF-IMAGE and anyway this event is 739283629x better than the actual movie it’s based on lmao

anonymous asked:

hey could you explain the Bell & Clarke blue/tan shirt thing?

Hey anon! Sorry I’m replying to this so late, I just wanted to make sure I was able to think of a good answer for you.

I think a lot of it has to do with them being two sides of the same coin. And their shirts swapping colors runs throughout the entire series, not just s1 and s4. Like really. I was looking through old stills and they both literally only wear tan or blue with rare color changes in between

For reference, here’s a pic from Clarke in s1:

Tan shirt. and s2:

Blue shirt. And bellamy also wears a blue shirt in s2 (and s1 but we all already know that):

And he wears tan in s3:

I also found one more thing that I thought was interesting. The only times they wore anything but their colors (blue and tan), was when bellamy wore the mt. weather guard’s uniform (white)

And when Clarke started wearing black at the end of s2

and throughout s3

But then she’s right back to blue in s4

Look for yourself in other pictures even. Besides maybe a few times, they are always wearing these same colors and I don’t think it’s a coincidence. The fact that they swap them could also mean that they’ve really gone through everything together. They share most of the same burdens and completely understand and empathize with each other. It’s almost as if it’s an unspoken “i know you”

But really, you shouldn’t take my word for it. I honestly have no experience in costume or makeup in a field like this so please, if anyone else feels like they want to add something, feel free to do so. 

the cookie au- pharmercy edition

suggested by @madcatofmagic!!

  • fareeha sits on the couch next to angela, legs brushing. both of them are reading, angela’s little feet pushed under fareeha for warmth
  • hana walks into the room to collect her doritos, and sees them sitting together on the couch
  • ‘hey, mom,’ she says casually, and both of them look up
  • ‘sweetheart,’ angela greets, smiling. ‘how are you?’
  • hana shrugs. ‘just rekt some noobs.’
  • ‘that’s nice.’
  • ‘yeah. hey, isn’t christmas coming up?’
  • ‘yes. why?’
  • ‘i was just wondering about gifts. lena said a good thing to do was make things as a family. or some bull like that.’
  • hana salutes, disappears. fareeha looks after her, smiling slightly, and angela gets an Idea™
  • the next day is christmas eve, and that night, they’re making dinner as a family.
  • angela’s decided to make cookies but there’s one thing she’s overlooked
  • she can’t bake for shit
  • but fareeha can!
  • you see, when she was growing up
  • ana would come back from work every night fairly late so often fareeha would either go to bed hungry or scrounge up some food
  • and then one day reinhardt found her and gave her some eierkuchen (which is basically a pancake) and gave her the recipe for it with a wink
  • and it becomes sort of a tradition for reinhardt to give her a new recipe when he sees her, written in his beautiful handwriting on the fancy overwatch stationery
  • every time she’s on the overwatch base, he waves her over with a delighted bellow, and offers her a new one, and then the rest of overwatch catches on, and they start giving her recipes, too, with their own personal tweaks
  • she learns how to make food from all around the world, from gabe’s tortillas to jesse’s cornbread to jack’s burgers
  • and by the time she’s fourteen, she’s making full-course meals
  • when she’s in the army, she meets people from all over the place
  • one was her first girlfriend, jamila, who taught her how to make desserts
  • and it’s that knowledge she puts to use now
  • she walks over to angela, who’s struggling
  • ‘habibti,’ she says, a smile twitching at her lips. ‘do you need some help?’
  • ‘no!’ angela huffs, blowing a strand of gold hair out of her eyes and also sending flour flying in a poof. ‘i’m doing fine!’
  • ‘really?’ hana asks, carrying the carrots by them. ‘doesn’t look like it.’
  • ‘hana!’ fareeha scolds goodnaturedly, and then reaches for a knife, carving a pretty little angel shape out of the dough in like .11 seconds. 
  • angela gapes at her.
  • ‘that’s not fair!’
  • ‘what isn’t?’
  • ‘you can’t just-’ *cue very cute smol angry gestures* ‘-and make something like that?’
  • ‘it’s you!’ fareeha says, smiling, and hana whooshes in, plucking the knife from her hands and squishing in next to angela.
  • ‘you forgot something,’ she says, tipping some food colouring onto the knife and carving a little cross into the cookie. ‘you have that weird red plus sign on your left boob.’
  • ‘it’s the swiss-’
  • ‘yeah, yeah, whatever. fareeha, make me a mecha cookie.’
  • mercy tries for ages and fareeha attempts to show her how to do it
  • she gives up after the seventh misshapen splatter and just tosses the dough onto the sheet, declaring that it’ll taste good no matter what
  • they eat dinner that night with the smell of chocolate chips wafting from the inside, and it’s all happy and peaceful
  • until the rest of overwatch bursts in
  • ‘fareeha, angela!’ reinhardt shouts. ‘cooking again, my? well, don’t mind if i do!’
  • ‘actually, i do mind-’
  • ‘goodie! cookies!’
  • ‘damn it.’
  • they make a whole nother batch, one for each member, and by the end of it there’s flour in everyone’s hair and their cheeks hurt from laughing
  • lucio plays soft christmas music as they eat their cookies, and angela looks around the table of happy idiots
  • family, she thinks. 
  • my family.
That’s My Daughter!

Carl + You

Warning: Cursing


It has been almost a year after Daryl and Rick found me in a barn and took me to join their group in Alexandria. I live with Daryl, he’s basically my father now. Although he’s very protective and always keeps an eye on me.. especially when i’m with Carl. Ever since he caught Carl rubbing my upper thigh under the dinner table, he has been really protective. Although Carl and I are just really good friends…that likes to flirt with each other.

“Hey, Carl, y/n come help me bring these boxes into the supply room” Carol shouts from across the road. We both walk towards the boxes to help Carol until Daryl zooms in.

“Hey heyy, let me help” He eagerly says coming in between Carl and I.

“Daryl, I gotta speak with you” Carol says. “Uh yeah sure later” he smiles. “No now” Carol demands rolling her eyes. Daryl looks back at Carl and I, he sighs giving Carl a death stare.


Carl’s POV:

Daryl is pretty scary, especially when he glares at me but now i’m alone with y/n, hell yeah. I see y/n bend over to lift some boxes. I look around making sure no ones watching. I quickly pace over to y/n and stand right behind her with my crotch rubbing against her ass. 

“If only you didn’t have those pants on huh” I whisper in her ear. She jumps up and turns around to face me with the boxes in her hands. “Could you carry these in” She smirks while passing me the boxes. “I’ll be there in a minute” She smiles filling another box. 

I stood in the room shoving the box to side before quickly pulling my pants and briefs off. I wait for y/n to come. I hear footsteps. I smile to myself waiting with only my shirt on. I look up to the doorway where Daryl is standing looking shocked.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING” He shouts.

“Oh shit” I whisper grabbing my hat to cover my penis.

“THAT’S MY DAUGHTER YOUR WAITING FOR RIGHT!?” He roars coming closer to me. I bolted right past him, I ran out the door butt naked. All I heard were women laughing and Daryl fucking Dixon chasing me down. “COME ‘ERE YOU LITTLE TWAT” He calls while I run around the estate scared for my life.

“Now what do we ‘ave here” I feel a strong hand tug my arm. My fucking dad. shit.

“Dad” I smile trying to get out of his grip. “Train your fucking dog” Daryl says. Y/n runs over holding onto Daryl’s hand trying to pull him away. “Carl, really?” Rick laughs.

“Dad, please let me go” I plead stuck facing a very furious Daryl. “I say we should take his hat off of there, close your eyes y/n kid” He angrily teases trying to pull my hat away from my crotch. “Don’t worry, i’ll control him” Rick smirks. ”You fuckin’ better” Daryl replies pulling y/n back to help Carol. “ Keep him caged up” He shouts again.

My dad looks down at me. “Don’t mess with Dixon especially not his daughter” He laughs. “I know that now” I reply holding my hat tightly to my body.

2

For the Anon who requested “the team finding out you and McGee hooked up”. Sorry it’s so late. Enjoy!

Working diligently at your desk, you didn’t notice McGee come in. The two of you had spent the night together for the first time last night. You two had always been good friends, but nothing had ever happened. Until last night. You hadn’t ever done anything like that in your life, much less with a coworker and your best friend.

“Hey,” his soft voice came from the desk next to yours. You looked up, smiling softly.

“Hey, Tim.” Your eyes lingered, locked with each other’s for a brief moment, reminiscing in the memory of the last time your eyes had locked. Both of your faces heated and you turned away.

“Oh…my…gosh! Hah! Probie! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Tony’s voice rang out from across the bullpen.

“Tell you what, Tony?” McGee asked, sounding slightly anxious. Tony ignored him, turning to you.

“And YOU! Y/N! How could you keep this from me? Me! Of all people!” Now your face was even redder, and you were hiding behind your y/h/c hair.

“Tell you what, exactly, Tony?” Ziva asked, coming in. You looked up, seeing Gibbs walking toward all of you, panic setting in.

“McGee and y/n! They totally-”

“Anthony DiNozzo Junior, I SWEAR, if you mutter another word…” you threatened, giving him a death glare, second only to Gibbs. Tony piped up, seeing the reason behind your silent threat.

“Morning, Boss!”

“Save it DiNozzo. We have a case,” Gibbs said, grabbing his gear. “Rule 12, y/n,” he said, walking toward you. You rolled your eyes, walking beside him.

“Yeah, yeah. Never date a co-” you started, only to have him cut you off.

“Rule 51,” he stated, looking at you.

“Rule 51?” You hadn’t heard that one before. He leaned down, whispering in your ear.

“Sometimes you’re wrong.” You looked up at him only to see a ghost of a smile on his face. You smiled, walking into the elevator. Tim walked in behind you, grabbing your hand subtly.

It was going to be a good day.

Attempted Flirting

You were laying on the lounge with your head in Jerome’s lap, unknowingly tracing your fingers up and down his arm as you both stared at the TV seemingly uninterested. However you stopped tracing your hand up and down his arm when you felt someone else’s hand run up your leg and you felt the cushion next to you dip down. With disgust, your face scrunched up and you turned your attention to the unwanted company that you guessed was none other then Robert Greenwood. To your horror you were correct and said cannibal stared at you with with hunger and lust filled eyes. “Hey there Sugar Tits, these pants look good on you, but they’d look better ripped to shreds on my floor” he said trying to flirt with you. You froze and looked up at Jerome. You could feel his anger radiating off his body. 

Jerome slowly turned his head towards Greenwood. His expression was murderous.“I’m sorry-” he let out a tiny unimpressed noise that would only be described as a ‘Heh’ and continued “-did you just try to flirt with my girl?” you shook off Greenwoods hand and moved onto Jerome’s lap. The red head wrapped his arms around your form in a protective manner, his expression unchanged. “Ha!-” Greenwood laughed “Your girl? Yeah right! Sugar tits over here needs a man not a little boy like you, so why don’t you let her go and uh let me have some fun with her” Greenwood said with a suggestive smirk. Your face scrunched up in distaste. “I don’t think you understand. No one touches whats mine, and if they do well they End. Up. Dead. So! unless you want to end up like my mother, I suggest you get away from whats mine before I make a mess” and just like that Jerome turned his head away from Greenwood and back to the TV. But not before pecking you lightly on the nose. Huffing in defeat, Greenwood got up and presumably went to look for Barbra. 

As soon as Robert was out of site, Jerome tightened his hold and let out a low growl. “Mine…” he said just loud enough for you to hear. You giggled and brought your mouth to his ear. “Do you wanna prove it to him? Your rooms just down the hall~” within seconds of suggesting your idea, Jerome had stood up and thrown you over his shoulder. “I like that idea!” the red head exclaimed as he made his way towards his bedroom.

@trashforpsychopaths 

“Meeting in three.”

“Ok, thanks.” You responded to your fellow employee, gathering any material that you thought was going to be necessary.

“Come on, come on!” Your friend Jane walked into your office, so the both of you could go together.

“Alright,” You laughed while meeting her at the door and starting your way to the conference room.

“So how’s it like working for Harry?” She asked winking at you.

“You’re gross, you know that.” You shook your head laughing.

“Hey—he’s rich, handsome and young, you can’t get any better than that.”

“Well then why don’t you date him? I’m sure—“

“Good morning ladies.” You were cut off by Harry himself and looked at Jane.

“Morning, Mr. Osborn.” Your friend spoke, when you didn’t. “Oh would you look at that, I think he just checked you out… Oh crap, how long do you think he was behind us?” She asked, giving you a petrified look causing you to laugh.

“Hello everybody, please have a seat.”

To tell the truth, you were head over heels in love with Harry Osborn. You knew him from a young age; your mothers being best friends and always setting up play dates with you two. You were appreciative that he gave you a job working for him, but it only made it more difficult to conceal the fact. Now, here was your friend, shipping you and him like her life depended on it.

You snapped out of your thoughts and happened to catch Felicia Hardy, one of Harry’s assistant, leaning over whispering in his ear. She brought her hand to his chest and kept it there for a few seconds, before removing it when the guest speaker cleared his throat. You looked away, instantly becoming infuriated that she was all over him like that; and then in a meeting. You weren’t really the jealous type, but she definitely struck a nerve.

“Have the either of you came up with a plan to how we’re going to get the other big guys on board? Without the help of these other companies, we might as well throw in the towel now and forget about Project X3.”

“No Sir,” Felicia cleared her throat, “Although we can just keep G-Industries in the dark and use them as a last resort.”

“Harry?”

“I’m with her. We’ll wait out the other ones and come back to G if all else fails.”

Perhaps it was the fact that you were already wound up which made you speak. You, the quiet worker who sat in her office and never really socialized with anyone, now had the eyes of approximately twenty workers on her.

“I think we need to hit the other companies head on. Tell them our plans and make it seem like it’ll be crazy not to join in. I know, from experience, that G-Industries won’t take any deal we throw at them,” You stole a quick glance at Felicia and Harry and continued on, “These are all men who are willing to gamble and get their name known at anything. The longer we hold out on them, the better the chance something more advanced and impressive, goes up.” The whole room was staring at you and at any given moment you could have fell flat on your ass. Jane was probably the most shocked; her eyes as big as saucers and bottom jaw practically on the floor. The speaker gave you a look and leaned back in his chair.

“What is your name young lady?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, sir. I’m Mr. Osborn’s manager.” You replied, head held high, prepared to take any sarcastic or crude comment he’d throw your way.

“Well Miss. Y/L/N, you’re probably the first person I’ve met who hasn’t been afraid to speak their minds around me. I find your idea to be ‘a breath of fresh air’ if you know what I mean.”

“I also took the liberty to get in touch with some of my contacts to find out annual cost and expenses that each company has,” You put your folder down to pull out charts and slid them over to the man, “Here is some info about the four establishments we are most interested in.” You watched as he skimmed over the documents then back to you.

“How would you like to come work for me? I could use someone like you; on top of your game and fresh ideas.” He asked sitting upright.

“Now hold on,” Harry jumped up from his seat getting everyone’s attention, “Y/N works for me and I value her as an employee.”

“Miss. Y/L/N?” You looked back over and from the corner of your eye; you could see Harry still staring at you.

“I wouldn’t mind expanding.” You answered resulting in some quiet ‘oohs’ from a few of the male workers.

“Great, when you’ve made a final decision contact me,” He handed you a card with his number on it and flashed a smile, “ S.H.I.E.L.D. will be happy to have you.” You nodded and looked down at your watch.

“If you’ll excuse me,” You stole a glance from the card then back to him, “Mr. Fury I have another meeting to attend.” You shook the man’s hand and walked out with Jane feeling proud.

“Did that really just happen?” She questioned, trying to keep up with your fast pace.

“I think so.” You smiled at her quickly.

“Man, you should have seen Harry’s and Felicia’s face when he handed you his card.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” You muttered.

“Oh, speaking of—I gotta go.” You stopped walking when Jane broke away from you leaving you by yourself, or so you thought.

“What the hell was that?” Harry asked, making you turn around.

“What was what?”

“That back there! Saying how you’re willing to expand?”

“Exactly that Harry, I’m willing to expand my career outside of Oscorp. We’ve talked about this before when you first gave me a job.”

“I didn’t think it’d be anytime soon!” He yelled capturing the attention of some other employers. You gave them a smile and pushed Harry into your office which was thankfully close by.

“No, but you knew the day would come where I wasn’t working with you anymore…  Plus; you’ll have Felicia by your side, whether that’s on your bed or working, is up to you.” You turned on your heel for the door, but Harry grabbed your wrist, spinning you around.

“That’s what this is about? Felicia?” He laughed, making your blood boil.

“It’s more than that.” You shook your head.

“Really because all I’m seeing right now is you being jealous… Why?”

“I don’t have time for this right now, Harry. I was supposed to be at another meeting a few minutes ago.” You tugged your wrist away, which you hadn’t even notice he was still hanging onto, before walking out the door.

“You know I love you, right?” Harry yelled down the room, bringing everyone else to silence. You froze up, and nearly tripped over yourself. “Ever since we were kids, Y/N… And when you came to work for me, instead of moving with your family to Europe, you made me the happiest guy on Earth. You’ve given up any good thing that came your way to make sure I was ok—to make sure I was alright and the fact that you won’t be here anymore kills me. So please—don’t go.” You turned around and faced your friend, not even sure at this point if you would be able to get out any words.

“I-I have sacrificed many opportunities to protect you,”

“I know! I know you have Y/N.” Harry cut in and began walking to you, a grin spread on his face. You loved seeing him smile and it killed you to say the next part.

“So just this once can you look out for me and let me leave?”  

“What?” He stopped in front of you and swallowed the lump in his throat that had formed there so quickly.

“Do you remember when we were young and we played army together? We would get in trouble for wrestling and you’d tell my mom that being strong didn’t mean I’d have to be a boy. You always said I could be anything I wanted as long as my heart was in it and now that the chance has come along for me to make a name for myself; you’re telling me to stay?”

“If you go… who’s to say I’ll see you again? SHIELD is notorious for that and you know it.”

“No one’s to say… but it’s another sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

“So after he tells you he loves you, you’re going to leave?” An older coworker asked amongst the silence that lay between you and Harry.

“It’s too late,” You answered looking at her from the corner of your eye, “You should have said something sooner.” Your eyes met the ones in front of you.

“After all we’ve been through; you’re willing to throw it all away—for what? To work with Captain America?”

“You know I’ve wanted to work at SHIELD for a while, Harry.”

“Yeah! But the fact that you’re so willing to leave so easily, isn’t sitting with me right Y/N! I love you and I want to keep you by my side, but you just want to leave.” He yelled, beginning to walk closer to you again

“If you love me like you said, you wouldn’t have another woman all over you! A man would own up to his feelings and do something about it! The only reason you’re saying all this now is because you see me slipping away! If I wouldn’t have said anything at the meeting, how much longer were you going to stay quiet? How much longer was I supposed to keep the fact that I am utterly in love with you bottled up? Face it Osborn, you can’t have everything!” You yelled back and headed to the elevator, the wait for the doors to open feeling like eternity.

“Son,” The older coworker spoke up once again drawing Harry’s attention, “If there’s anything old age has taught me, it’s to never stop fighting for the things that you love.” She smiled when Harry ran after you, making it inside the elevator just as the doors shut.

“Harry just don’t, I have—” You were cut off by his lips crashing onto yours. One of his hands gently, but firmly balled a fist of your hair while the other pulled you closer to his body.

“I was scared alright…” He said, his lips brushing against yours. “I was scared to tell you, I didn’t know you felt the same.”

“I have loved you for a while, Harry Osborn.” You smiled, placing your forehead against his.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” He asked, drawing himself away from you even though he didn’t want to.

“I didn’t say that.”  

“Are you serious?” He questioned, throwing his hands in the air.

“Just kiss me, we can talk later.” You said grabbing his collar and crashing your lips to his this time.

“Kiss me all you want,” He got out as he pecked down your neck, “That doesn’t mean… I’m going… To. Just. Let. You. Go. That easily.” His mouth connected with your skin in the rhythm of his words.

“You have about fifteen floors to make me stay,” You groaned as he found your sweet spot, “That’s granted we don’t have to stop for other people.”

“Well then, I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.” The side of his fist hit the emergency stop button, making the elevator stay in its place. “Its thirty minutes before the fire department comes to get us out, right?” You bit your bottom lip nodding and Harry went on to unrelentingly convince you to stay with him.

He does care. Joker x Reader

Warning : swearing

Plot : reader gets in a fight with J and runs away, he started to feel guilty and went looking for her .

Pairing : (Jared Leto) Joker x Reader


He does care .


“IT’S ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!!” Joker yelled at you as you returned from a failed mission.

You and J decided to trash a fancy party today .

And of course B man hat to ruin the fun . But the reason Joker was so pissed was because batman cought you and in a attempt to save you the both of you almost got caught.

“Hey ! Its not my fault J ! Like i asked you to save me in the first place!” You yelled back.

Big mistake.

Joker looked at you with a murderous stare . He roughly grabbed you by the arm and slammed you in to the wall knocking the air out of your lungs.

“You listen to me and listen good . Next time I won’t bother to save your sorry ass . YOU HEAR ME ?! I’M NOT GOING BACK TO THAT HELLHOLE ?! I’M I CLEAR ?!” he yelled at you as he tighten the grip on your arm . There will probably be a bruise.

“LOUD AND CLEAR! ” you yelled back before ripping his hand of you and leaving the room . You didn’t know where you were going and you didn’t really care at this point .

Joker growled as he watched you walk away . He was beyond pissed . He needed to kill someone. And soon he left as well .

He returned a few hours later . His shirt covered in blood in some places. Ok he regretted yelling at you a little. He looked at his watch. 11:47 pm . You probably went to bed now . With a sigh he entered your shared bedroom “(Y/n) ? Darlin ?” He asked before turning on the lights.

You weren’t there .

He then walked around the apparent calling your name sometimes.

He checked the intire apartment. You still hadn’t returned . J called you multiple times but you didn’t pick up your phone as well . Now he was a little worried witch was way out of character for him .

He was a psychopath mass murderer .

He didn’t get worried or feel regret .

But you were special to him .

The only person that was not afraid of him and never lied to him .

He decided not to wait any longer and taking a few of his henchmen with him he left looking for you .

Meanwhile you were in a random park in the center of Gotham city.

You were cold to the bone but you still didn’t move of the bench. You were mad at him . You were with him wherever he went and he probably didn’t even care. Sure you were together but something he made it seem like he didn’t give a flying fuck about you . You hugged your kneed tightly, pulling them to your chest to get some sort of warmth .

As you started to feel a little warmer you herd a loud boom from the sky up high . Soon after that a massive rain started .

You still didn’t move .

You will not go back , at least for now .

You sat there for about an hour or two till you herd voices but you didn’t bother to open your eyes . “BOSS WE FOUND HER !” footsteps were heard “good now go get the car , tell the others to return to the club ” said a familiar voice.

You only opened your eyes 5 minutes later when you stopped feeling rain on your skin . You opened your eyes to see J holding an umbrella over both of you “Hey there ? Are we going home or not ?” He asked and you just ignored him .

5 more minutes pass till he speaks again “okay… (Y/n) I’m sorry for earlier can we please just go home now , you’ll catch a cold ” he said in a surprisingly gentle manner.

You looked at him , his blue eyes said it all . He really was sorry . You outstretched your arms for him . He took the hint and with a slight smirk he picked you up and started walking.

You pulled closer to him, getting warmth from his body . You soon fell asleep in his arms .

When you woke up you were in your bed back at your and Jokers shared apartment. You had at least 2 blankets around your body. Your throat felt sore and you couldn’t breath with your nose . You wanted to get out of bed but you fell in to a fitt of coughs .

As if on command Joker entered the room. “ finally decided to wake up darlin? ” he smiled at you as he sat next to you on the bed.

He pulled a few boxes of tables out of his pocket “I got you some medicine you need for your cold ” you smiled at him “thanks J ” he smirked a bit before kissing you on your forhead leaving the room . Sure he was a bit rough some times but at least he still cared .

Danisnotonfire Imagine I Don’t Hate You

“Hey Phil. Hi Dan.” You said cheerfully, as you walked into the party. Phil walked over and greeted you with a hug, but Dan simply stood in the same place and stared at the two of you. 

“It’s good to see both of you.” You said, looking at Dan, but he just looked at the floor and walked away. Your smile faltered slightly and Phil shook his head at Dan’s actions. 

“I don’t know what’s got into him.” Phil said apologetically and you shrugged, pretending that you didn’t really care.

“Maybe he just doesn’t like me anymore.” You suggested and Phil scoffed at the idea. For the last few weeks, Dan had been oddly aloof around you and you wondered what had changed.

“No, he’s probably dealing with something. Honestly, Dan doesn’t hate you or dislike you.” You looked at him sceptically, not quite believing that excuse. Phil led you over to the bar and you ordered a drink, watching the room silently. Dan was standing with some friends, talking animatedly and you sighed. 

“Staring and moping isn’t going to change anything.” Your dragged your eyes back to Phil, who was sipping his drink and you rolled your eyes, not wanting to admit that he had a point. 

“Well how am I supposed to change things, when he clearly doesn’t want to talk to me? How do you change someone’s mind, when they’ve already decided that they hate you?” You asked in exasperation, flinging your arms in the air. Phil looked behind you and you turned, seeing Dan standing behind you. 

“Great.” You mumbled, as Dan looked at you with an unreadable expression. 

“You know what? I think I’m partied out. Have a good night.” You set your drink down, not bothering to finish it and walked out of the building, mentally cursing yourself for saying it in front of him. Your footsteps echoed down the street, as you walked away.

“I don’t hate you.” You stopped walking, instantly recognising the voice. Slowly, you turned around, seeing Dan standing a couple of feet away from you. 

“Really? You had me fooled.” You replied and Dan walked over to you, desperation etched on his features. He wrung his hands nervously and you raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“I know how it looks, but honestly, it’s not what you think.” 

“Nice cliche Howell, but you don’t need to convince me. Look, if Phil put you up to this, I’ll tell him we sorted it. You don’t need to lie to me.” You waved a hand dismissively and prepared to leave.

“I love you.” You stared at him in shock and Dan seemed shock that he’d blurted it out.

“What?” Your voice softened, but still couldn’t believe him. Dan swallowed the lump in his throat and looked into your eyes.

“I love you and I know I’ve made a complete mess of this, but you’re a friend and I didn’t know how to tell you, so I acted like an idiot and now I’ve blurted it out and I didn’t want to tell you like that and now I’ve ruined it.” Dan rambled, spreading his arms helplessly. You processed his words and laughed, a smile gracing your face. Dan stopped talking and looked at you hesitantly.

“You are an idiot. Because instead of telling me how you fell, you just bottled it up.” You commented and Dan nodded nervously. 

“So we could’ve been doing this for weeks.” You leaned in and kissed him, pulling his lips down to yours. Dan mumbled something and you smiled against his lips.

“Wait, so you-”

“Do you need to me to prove it again?” You asked and Dan nodded, smirking at you. 

“We might need to do that a few more times, just to confirm it.”

Requests are open

4

“Hey (Y/N) you wanna go on a mission?” Jace asked with a grin. You couldn’t help but role your eyes as the Shadowhunter acted like an excited child at the thought of a dangerous mission.

 


“Fine someone’s got to stop you getting killed.” You hummed as you pushed away from your desk and followed him to the weapons room.


 

“Hey I’m very good at what I do (Y/N).” Jace grunted.

 

“Yeah I know.” You say in a sing song voice with a hint of sarcasm as you grabbed your favoured weapons and followed the blond out of the Institute.

 


 

“Hey Izzy have you seen Jace or (Y/N)?” Alec asked as he found both your rooms empty.

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