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99 Problems (2/?)

         Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission?  By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War.  What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?

Pairings :  No official pairings yet, but Steve Rogers x reader, Johnny Storm x reader, Tony stark x reader, avengers x reader.

Warnings : swearing, angst,tiny bit of fluff

Italics are memories , & bold is the readers thoughts

                                                   Chapter 2

Johnny doesn’t ask any questions, just holds you hand as the elevator descends. As soon as you’re both out in the cool New York air, your demeanor shifts from gloomy to devious. You turn, sending Johnny a smirk.

“Let’s get this party started, Sparky!“ You excitedly say as you approach is motorcycle. He chuckles, following you and hands you a helmet. You slip it over your head and speed off.

  Johnny takes you to the bar you both usually go to when you have a night out, Night Owl. You always laugh at the lame name but the bar is always fun with him. As you head in, you notice it’s more busy than usual. You eye the bodies on the dance floor, watching the way they move together so sexually. Jesus, do they know they are in public? Johnny pulls you towards the bar, starting your night off with five shots of Tequila.

   Drinks keep showing up in front of you, either from guys sending them over or Johnny being a little shit and telling the bartender to keep them coming. Damn it, Storm. Before you know it, you completely bypass the tipsy stage and land right in the drunk zone. The bar keeps filling with people, pushing you closer to Johnny. He slides his arm around your waist keeping you anchored at his side so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd. As you both down another shot, the song switches to something familiar. You can’t remember the name but the beat grabs your attention. You turn to Johnny, trailing your hand over his chest. He raises his eyebrow at you but doesn’t stop your antics.

Originally posted by chrisandchips

“What do you say Storm, you up for a dance?” He laughs, grabbing your hand and guiding you through the crowd to the center of the dance floor. He pulls your body against his, leaving no space. You gasp as your chest pushes against his as his hands grip your waist. You both begin moving to the music, your bodies moving in sync with each other. You whirl your body around, pressing your back to his chest. You think you hear a moan from him but you ignore it, starting to grind your ass against him to the music. His grip tightens on your hips and he moves his mouth to your ear, sending chills down your spine when he grazes it.

Originally posted by pleasingpics

“I didn’t know you liked dancing, babe,” he says into your ear. You lean your head back against his shoulder and place your hand over one of his at your waist, pushing you against him harder. You can feel his clearly hard dick pressing into your ass and this time the moan comes from you. You dance against him for a few songs until you’re both over heated.

He leads you back to the bar and orders the both of you waters as you check your phone, not believing how late it is.

“Johnny, it’s 2am already!” you tell him as he hands you your water. He sends you a smirk then downs his water.

“You ready to get out of here, princess?” You roll your eyes at the pet name.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You head out, but when the cold air hits you both you realize how drunk you are. There’s no way Johnny can drive a motorcycle now.

“Alright, let’s find a cab,” you sigh, but he grabs your hand stopping you.

“Orrrrrrrr we can walk back my place and just stay there tonight.” He points his thumb over his shoulder and you can see the Baxter building (Home of the Fantastic 4) within walking distance.

“Fine, but you’re giving me a piggyback ride, human douche.” Your tone is nothing but playful. Johnny crouches down and you jump onto his back. He starts walking towards his building as you rest your head against his.

Originally posted by selena91lorena

“You know, when we get home you can have a different kind of ride.” You giggle then flick his ear.

“Behave yourself, Storm. Or I’m going to stay with Ben, ” you threaten. Johnny scoffs and mumbles to himself. His and Ben’s relationship is a bit rocky. No pun intended. He teases Ben about being ‘The Thing’ and his orange, stoney appearance constantly. Their friendship consists of pranks, arguments, and sometimes loving moments. You get along with the entire team: Ben, Sue Storm-Richards, and Reed Richards. They’re just like a slightly altered version of your Avenger family.

When you guys finally get up to his floor, he sets you down. You both go straight to his room, exhaustion from the night setting in. He goes in his draws, flinging a pair of flannel pants and a black t-shirt at you. He grabs clothes for himself and stays facing away from you to change. You blush when he takes off his shirt, quickly turning to give him the same privacy he gave you. You begin changing, pulling his shirt over your head, and as you go to step into the pants you hear a long whistle come from behind you. You snap your head up, catching Johnny’s eyes trailing over you panty-clad ass.

“So that’s what was pressing against me… can’t say I imagined anything less perfect.” You blush and pull up the pants and flick him off. You both fall into his bed, moaning as your bodies hit the mattress. He shuts his lights off and turns his body away from you. As you’re about to fall asleep, his voice startles you.

“Aren’t you going to be the big spoon?” You laugh but move you body to his. You wrap your arms around his waist, curving your body flush against his.

“Goodnight, princess,” you whisper. He begins to reply but you nuzzle your face into his back and pass out.

Originally posted by shipsmania

  When you both wake up the next morning, you go to the bar to retrieve his bike and he takes you back to the tower. You leave him with a kiss on the cheek before walking towards the doors. You hear footsteps nearing you and familiar voices appear with them. They would be getting back at the same damn time. What did I do to deserve this? Bucky, Steve and Sam join you while you’re waiting for the elevator. You look to all of them, taking in their sweaty, hot as hell appearance. Damn it Y/n, stop it. You’re mad at him, stop ogling his sweaty, beautiful body. You shake out of your mind when the elevator dings and you all file in. You stay towards the front as they stand behind you.

“Walk of Shame, Y/n?” Sam playfully asks as he pokes your side.

“Don’t be jealous Sammy, I still have enough attention for you babe.” You send him a wink, causing him to blush. Bucky smiles, watching the interaction, but Steve just glares at your clothes.

Originally posted by hopeinloveinfinity

“Besides, can’t be a walk of shame if nothing scandalous happened, Wilson.” The elevator dings on your floor and you walk out of the elevator and straight to your room. You flop into your bed, thoughts of Steve swirling around. A knock on your door saves you from your own mind.

“It’s open,” you say, leaning up on your elbows. Wanda enters, still in her pajamas.

"Did you just get home?” she asks as she lays next to you.

“Yeah, I ended up crashing at Johnny’s last night. It was closer the bar we went to.”

“So that man, Johnny Storm, is he your boyfriend?” she questions hesitantly. You snort at her assumption.

“No, he’s just a friend. I was going to introduce you but I just - I needed to get out of here last night…“

"I understand, but aren’t you going to at least talk to Steve. Y/n, he-”

“Kissed another woman after telling me he loves me. I don’t care what he has to say Wanda, he actions say everything.” You both go silent, neither of you know what to say now.

“You up for breakfast?” she breaks the silence.

“Hell yeah! I’m going to change real quick then let’s go make some waffles!” You leap out of your bed and switch Johnny’s pajamas for your own. You tug on your pajama shorts and your usual sleep shirt. It was a navy blue Brooklyn shirt Steve gave to you a while ago. You sigh, grabbing Wanda’s hand and dragging her to the kitchen. You both shuffle around, grabbing all the ingredients for waffles. You have FRIDAY play music and you both start dancing as you cook. You end up with four giant plates stacked with waffles.

Originally posted by bethesong

“FRIDAY, alert the team there is waffle please.” The AI does as you ask and soon the kitchen is buzzing with conversation between the team. You all sit around the table eating and laughing. You hear the elevator door ding.

“Honey, I’m home!” Johnny? You abandon your waffles and meet him halfway.

“What are you doing here?”

“Maybe I missed you.” You fake gag at him. He laughs then pulls your phone from his pocket and hands it to you.

“Figured this wouldn’t be any good to you from my apartment.” How did I forget my phone? You wrap your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug.

“You’re a lifesaver, Johnny. I don’t care what your sister says about you,” you joke. He rolls his eyes, but before he can make a retort you ask if he wants to join you for breakfast.

“No, my sister needs me to try out a theory Reed has about my powers. I just didn’t want you to be phoneless.”

  “Don’t set anyone on fire this time, alright?” you warn, remembering the last time he was testing his flames with Reed. Before you sit down, a hand swats your ass. And not just any hand, a burning hand.

 “Ow! Damn it, Johnny! That the third pair of shorts!” You fan the smoke from his handprint seared into your shorts. Johnny is already running out of the kitchen but you chuck a waffle at his head, successfully (but barely) hitting the back of his head.

“Bye guys!” he yells from the elevator. You roll your eyes and sit back down. When you look up, all eyes are on you. Questioning looks and smirks are all you see.

“You and Hot Head, huh?” Clint asks as he stuffs a waffle In his mouth.

Originally posted by fanfic-shiz

“It’s not like that. Johnny just - he’s a good friend. What was I supposed to do? You all left. I’m way too needy and Tony wasn’t giving me enough attention.” you shrug, receiving laughs from them. Steve looks slightly relieved, making you angry. What right does he have? Shouldn’t he be screwing Sharon by now? Wanda shoots you a glare as she hears your thoughts. You send her a ‘whoops’ face. You volunteer to do dishes, so as everyone leaves you begin gathering the plates.

“Let me help.” Captain Manners always trying to help a damsel. You roll your eyes at the offer.

“I’m a big girl, I think I can handle doing the dishes alone, Steve.”

“I’m not saying you can’t, I’m saying you don’t have to.” You sigh, dropping the plates angrily into the sink.

“Steve, just stop. Stop doing whatever you’re trying to do.” You lean yourself against the counter across from him.

Originally posted by 23onetreehill12

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Just let me explain Y/n, it’s not-”

“You don’t need to. I wasn’t your girlfriend, you can kiss whoever you want Rogers. I’m not your fucking keeper,” you spit out. He moves forward, caging you between his arms and the counter. Your eyes go wide as you look to his.

"How are you so fucking hard headed!?”

“It’s a gift, really.” you sass back. You see a mischievous look flash in his eyes. Oh boy, what is he up to?

  “Fine, you said I could kiss whoever I want?” You raise your eyebrow at him, not understanding what his angle is. His hand moves to cradle your cheek, pulling your face closer to his. For a second, you let the feeling of missing him get the best of you but then you snap out of it. As his lips are about to touch yours, you place both hands on his chest and push him back.

Originally posted by never-let-that-go-hold-on-that

“Are you fucking kidding me?” His mouth opens but you aren’t about to listen to his shit.

 "You really are something else, Steve Rogers. You think after telling me you love me and kissing someone else, you can just waltz back in here, kiss me and everything will be alright?“ you yell. You didn’t notice Bucky and Sam re-enter the kitchen.


“No! Fuck you, Steve. You were my best friend. I was content with being just that. You’re the one that told me you love me, you’re the one that kissed me, you’re the one that chose to kiss Sharon Fucking Carter. Not only did you just lose my respect, but you lost our friendship.” You storm past Bucky and Sam.

“I hope she was worth it!” you yell over your shoulder.

  You stay in your room for most of the afternoon, the mornings events on repeat in your head. You called Johnny right after leaving Steve in the kitchen and told him what happened. He offered to set Steve’s motorcycle on fire, but you declined (even though you both knew you wanted to say yes). Now you’re just staring at your ceiling, debating what to do with the rest of the day. FRIDAY’s voice appears, making you squeal from the shock.

“Agent Y/n, your presence is being requested in the communal kitchen in five minutes for a team meeting.” A meeting in the kitchen? What’s the point in having a conference/meeting room, Stark? Whatever.

“FRIDAY, what is the meeting concerning?” “I’m not at liberty to say but Secretary Ross will be attending.” Ross. Oh this is going to be a blast.

  Since the events resulting from the Accords, you’ve been itching to get your hands on Ross. The man chased after an innocent man, imprisoned your friends, and while containing them he mistreated them, mainly Wanda. Anger swims through your body at the thought of Wanda being restrained and, from what you hear, muzzled for awhile. You get up, changing out of your pajamas into your usual ripped jeans and a tee. You grab one of your throwing knives from your drawer and hide it in your back pocket. Never know what can happen.

  You leave your room and head to the kitchen ready to rip Ross apart. You enter the kitchen, keeping your face emotionless, and see the rest of the team is already present. Everyone seems tense which is understandable.

“Alright, now that everyone’s here, let’s get started!” Tony says, clapping his hands together. Ross steps forward now, a stern look on his features

. “You’re probably wondering why I wanted to meet in the kitchen. I wanted a less… stressful mood and the conference room didn’t seem to give that.” You roll your eyes but continue listening. “I’m here to discuss the return of the team. Since you’re in the states now you have rules to follow.” He pulls out a few papers and places his glasses on.

“Rule number one: Barnes is not to attend missions alone. We cannot risk him compromising a mission if something triggers his…other personality.” He is really going to single Bucky out? This sounds like a different form of Accords. You release a dry laugh, pulling his eyes to yours. As you go to open your mouth, it seems Steve beats you to it.

“Even after everything, after proving Bucky is innocent, you have the nerve to make rules against him?” You can tell by his tone and the way his hands are fisted at his side that he’s barely containing his anger. And the show begins. Get him, Rogers.

Originally posted by stallingdemons

  “He’s a risk, Rogers. Anything could set him off. You’re biased when it comes to this, don’t you think?” Ross argues, pulling another laugh from you.

 "Is something funny, Agent?“ You smile.

"You think Steve is bias then what about me? I don’t even know him.” You look to Bucky, then continue, “You have to nerve to single out Barnes after he was wrongly accused in the first place? His mind was cleared of the trigger words, so what’s the problem? He is a war hero and a victim. We should be helping him, not singling him out and excluding him. That rule is such bull sh-”

“Y/n-” Steves captain voice sends chills through you. Fuck, I love when he uses that voice. Damn it, focus. How is he managing to stay level headed? I don’t even fucking know Barnes and I’m about to explode for him. You send Steve a look silently telling him now isn’t the time to hold back.

Originally posted by msdevindanielle

He appears to get your message, his posture gets even straighter as he confronts Ross. “She’s right, you’re making it sound like the tiniest thing is going to set him off. The doctors worked incredibly hard to make sure that doesn’t happen. The chances of him slipping are barely higher than any of ours. So why don’t you take these rules and rethink them before you step into our home and demand such offensive things, Secretary,” Steve says, holding Ross’s attention. 

  You move, standing next to Steve, arms crossed over your chest. Even though you are still sticking to what you said earlier about the friendship being gone, you have to stick by him to protect Bucky.

  “You heard the Captain. Pack your papers up, the doors that way.” You point in the direction of the elevators. Ross seems to snap.

 "Control your girlfriend, Rogers, before she gets herself into trouble.” He turns to glare at you. “Do I need to remind you that you didn’t sign the Accords either, Y/n? You should have been thrown in jail with the rest of them.“ That’s it, gloves are off. You slam your hands against the table,

 "What are you going to do Ross, put me in restraints and muzzle me like you did to Wanda? Or let your guards throw me around like they did to Sam? These rules are shit. Who are you make these? I don’t see you out there risking your ass to save the world, so why don’t you take your rules and shove them up your ass."  You turn to leave but Ross starts up again.

"They broke the law, they deserved to be there. Being heroes doesn’t exclude you from following laws. Restraining Miss Maximoff was a necessary precaution, she is a danger-” You whip yourself around, throwing your knife and embedding it the wall next to Ross’s head. Everyone’s eyes are wide. Steve is behind you within seconds, his arm around your waist pulling you back. You glance over your team, taking in the tears in Wanda’s eyes and what you think to be a look of gratefulness on Bucky’s face.

 “Calm down, don’t give him the satisfaction, Doll.”  Steve says, is lips close to your ear. You feel his grip tightening like he knows you’re going to lunge. You know the action wasn’t meant to be so intimate, it was suppose to stop you killing Ross; but Steve made it seem a lot more than that. You feel him move closer to your ear again, but you shoulders tense at the action and you push out of his grip. Because that didn’t feel weird. His words calm you, but not enough.

Originally posted by couplenotes

“I’m not going to warn you again. Take your papers and get out,” you growl. Ross leaves the papers on the table but moves to leave.

“This isn’t over,” he threatens as he passes you. You’re damn right this isn’t over.


Originally posted by karalynward

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How about “Sounds like a giant waste of my time. Count me in.” with Chlonath?

“Sounds like a giant waste of my time. Count me in,” Nathaniel drawled.

“Oh please, like you have anything better to do,” Chloe huffed. “We’ll need to do something about your hair.”

“For the last time, Chlo, you’re not cutting my hair.”

“Just a trim!”

“Do you want me to go to this stupid gala thing with you or not?”

“At least don’t wear it in that goofy man bun.”

“Chloe,” he warned.

“Fine, but we do need to get you a new suit.”

“What’s wrong with the suit I wore to the last stuffy thing you dragged me to?” he whined, letting her pull him down hall by the front of his shirt.

“You can’t wear the same thing twice,” she replied, her voice laced with horror. 

“How could I have forgotten about that totally reasonable and not at all ridiculous rule?”


“You know I only go to these things because I love you, right?”

Chloe spun on him, twisting the front of his shirt in her fingers. “If you think I go to those art exhibits because I find them the least bit interesting, we’re having a serious lack of communication.”

“So you love me too?” he grinned.

She rolled her eyes. “I love you too.”

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Amy and the Egos (pt. 3)...

{For the lovely anon who asked how the Egos would try to cheer up Amy! Sorry, it’s kinda long…}

Warning: Massive amounts of cuteness and some cuddles; viewer discretion is advised.

It’s nearly three in the afternoon and Amy still hasn’t gotten out of bed. Mark, Ethan, and Tyler are away on tour, and Kat has taken the time off from babysitting them to visit family. Normally Amy would go on a crazy adventure to see some place new and exciting, but today, she just… can’t.

After the fiasco at Mark’s place when she got sick, Amy decided it was time to give the Egos her number and address just in case they wanted to drop by and see her. The group message she set up with most of the Egos (Wilford would be in the group if he would quit shooting his phone every time it rang) is full of texts wondering where she is and why they haven’t heard from her in a few days.

Amy sends back a few cryptic texts about not feeling well and being swamped with work. Really, she just doesn’t want to worry them by telling them how she really feels… sad and lonely. The Host, however, can see Amy’s true meaning behind her messages and goes to Wilford. Will, in typical Warfstache fashion, decides that this calls for another field trip!

When Amy hears a knock on the door, she somehow immediately knows that its them. Still in her pj’s and bed hair, she opens the door and tries to give them a smile. None of them are buying it. Amy’s face immediately lights up, however, because they have not come empty-handed. The Host has homemade brownies (who knew that the blind guy is Ego Inc.’s best cook?), Bim has every season of Doctor Who and a couple bags of popcorn, Wilford brought “Mark Bop” for karaoke, and Google ordered every kind of beauty product he could think of.

Warfstache prances into the den, stands up on the coffee table, and proudly declares, “Good evening ladies and gentlemen and all other configurations of being! My name is Wilford Warfstache, and we are having an emergency slumber party!”

Google shakes his head at Wilford before dumping a giant bag of facemasks, nail polish, and makeup into Amy’s arms. “I conducted a search for how to attain the perfect ‘sleepover’ and believe that the formula requires: food, movies, makeovers, and companionship. Do you think this will suffice?” Amy didn’t even know the droid could look so eager to please. “We could even engage in the ‘gossip,’ if it would improve Miss Amy’s emotional health,” Google offers.

Amy shocks them all by dropping the bag onto the floor, bursting into tears, and dragging them all into a group hug. Bim immediately begins crying as well, Warfstache snuggles up into the middle of the hug, and the Host and Google try their best to provide the appropriate amount of physical comfort.

They stay up all night talking about work and laughing at each other’s jokes, and Amy does their makeup—which means every shade of pink imaginable for Wilford, blue lipstick for Google, and smokey eyes for Bim. The Host sweetly declines any makeup but lets Amy paint his nails a shade of gold to match his hair.

Wilford starts the infamous Tickle Fight of ’17 (minus his knife, thankfully), but Amy is forced to make both he and Google sign a treaty that states neither of them will ever engage in tickle warfare again after the death of one unfortunate ceramic lamp (may he rest in pieces).

Once the others are asleep—Wilford draped out in the floor in a nest of pillows and blankets, Google charging in the corner, and Bim snuggled into Amy’s side—she and the Host sit on the couch in the partial light of the TV. The Host clears his throat and whispers, “The Host… I mean, I wanted to ask you what made you so sad… You’re always so cheerful, so what made you want to stay here all alone?”

Amy is genuinely shocked. She’s never heard the Host speak in first person before. The Host anticipates her thoughts though and gives a sheepish smile. “I speak in third person when I feel the need to distance myself from a situation. It’s… easier that way, but,” he pauses for a moment, his face crinkling up in thought, “I trust you.”

Amy swallows the lump in her throat. “Well, sometimes when I’m all alone, I get very sad, but when I’m sad, I don’t want to fix it. I mean, I do want to feel better, but I don’t want to…,” her voice trails off in frustration.

The Host reaches over and awkwardly pats her hand before drawing back quickly. “Don’t worry, Amy. I understand. It is important, as Google says, for you to have companionship, and sometimes, when we are sad, we don’t always make the decisions that are best for us, correct?” Amy nods, and the Host smiles brighter. “And you are the Host’s… I mean, my best companion.”

Amy bites her lip and nods, feeling the tears bubbling up inside her again, but instead of crying, she tucks herself under the Host’s arm. The Host goes stiff for a moment, not used to the touch of another person, but he eventually relaxes when Amy whispers, “Thank you, Host. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you guys.”

The Host senses when Amy finally falls asleep and only then does he whisper back, “And I don’t know what I would do without you, Amy Nelson.”

anonymous asked:

Oh! Oh! I have a gif scenario!! RFA+V+Saeran reacting to MC getting off the plane after getting back home from an international business trip or somethin !!



Like ofc he would want his lover to jump into his arms!! He missed you so much and needs to in his arms asap!!!


Kisses for this cute puppy please?????? This cuties missed you so of course he couldn’t resist!!!


Big hug!! Huge smiles for this precious babe!! and a cute lil spin bc baehee is the cutest thing ever!!


lmaoooo probs how MC feels bc Jumin is like a giants lolol. A huge bone crushing hug is what he has in store~


He literally drags you home. poor bab missed his honey 


A quick short simple hug. He’ll be too embarrassed to do anything else in public but wait till u get home~


A sweet passionate kiss for the blue lover boy~~~

Anxiety and Alcoves

By @talktomeaboutcursedchild

2.7k words, G rated


September 1st, 2017

Albus couldn’t feel the tips of his fingers and there was a buzzing in his ears, making it difficult to hear the instructions he had been given. The tall blonde girl who was talking to the first years looked smart in her green robes. 

He squinted towards the Gryffindor table. Rose was leaning across to his older brother, who looked solemn. Albus thought that she had less to worry about at this particular moment in time. She would be wearing the correct coloured robes for the next seven years. He was currently dealing with a lot. 

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Keep Your Options Open - Superman x Reader

Requested by Anon -  a Superman story where he crushes on a slightly older British noblewoman reader that he saved that so happened to be Lex’s girlfriend.

Lex always kept you waiting. It seemed like every time you would schedule lunch together, he would have a surprise board meeting that would leave you sitting in his office for an hour or more. You had things to do to, things you put aside to make time for these lunches.  

This time was the worst. You had an important meeting with your lawyers to discuss the condition of your family’s estate in Wales that you pushed back because Lex wanted to have lunch with you. Even though it inconvenienced you, you did your best to get here on time, only to find out Lex was at another meeting. His secretary claimed he would only be five minutes. However, that was a half an hour ago.

Sighing irritably, you spin around in Lex’s office chair before flicking off your high heels. You wonder if you should call his secretary again, but decided against it. She never was helpful when it came to finding out where Lex was, or how long he would be.  

You stopped your spinning to look out of the window at the busy streets of Metropolis below. Glancing at your watch, you decide to give Lex ten more minutes. 

Suddenly, a loud bang startled you out of the chair. You turn to stare at the door, only to see it being kicked in. Panic filled you as you quickly grabbed Lex’s desk phone to call security. 

After dialing, you duck behind the desk just as the door shattered. Several heavy pairs of footsteps piled into the room as you waited for someone to pick up the phone. The click of a gun echos through the room making you tighten your grip on the phone.

“I guess Lexie isn’t here,” a deep voice grumbles. The footsteps began to move throughout the room. You curled into yourself more, the phone still ringing in your ear.

“Hello, this is Lex Corp Security. What can we do for you, Mr. Luthor,” a bored voice came through the phone.

“It’s (Y/N) (Y/L), there are armed men in Lex’s office,” you whisper as footsteps began to approach your hiding spot. “Please hurry.”

Before the person on the phone could reply, a giant hand grabbed your arm, dragging you out from behind the desk and onto your feet. You drop the phone in surprise as another arm wrapped around your chest, trapping against your captor’s body.

“Look at what we found, gentlemen. It’s Duchess (Y/N), Lexie’s girlfriend,” the man sneered to his companions, tightening his hold on you. 

“I thought we were supposed to get Luthor,” one of the men replies, walking up to play with a strand of your hair. You fought to get away, kicking the man that held you in the shin, breaking his hold. His cry of pain gave you some satisfaction.

You stumble away only to be grabbed by another man. His hand wrapping around your throat, choking you. “That wasn’t nice,” snarls the man who you kicked. “Maybe we should throw the lovely Duchess out of the window, then Lexie can peel her off the sidewalk.”

The man holding your throat, tighten his grip when you try to shake your head. Tears begin to run down your face when the man throws you against the closed window, his hand still around your throat. 

“Stop, I can get you whatever you want,” you beg as you try to breathe. The man pulled you away from the window. 

“The only thing we want is to hurt Luthor,” the man growled, tightening his grip. You desperately clawed at his hand to no avail. “You’re going to help us with that.” 

The man you kicked earlier rushed over to open the giant office window. You panic when you felt a breeze hit your body. “Goodbye, Duchess,” the man chuckled before tossing you out the window.

Screaming as you watched the safety of the office disappear as you fall. Wind flew past you, making a wild mess of your hair. Your body went limp when you realized what the rapid change of distance from the office window meant. You were going to die. Closing your eyes, you hoped it would be quick.

Suddenly, you hit something hard, halting your fall. An arm wraps around your legs while another cradles your back. Opening your eyes, you find yourself looking into the sparkling blue eyes of Superman. His cheeks redden as you find yourself fascinated with his eyes. 

“Are you alright,” he asks, concerned when you didn’t respond. You turn your head to look at the ground still far beneath you as he floated in mid-air with you in his arms. Giving a little screech, you wrap your arms around his neck. He chuckles, “It’s going to be okay, I have you.”

You nod shaky, knowing you were so close to dying unnerved you. Glancing up, you see you are several kilometers below the office window. “There are armed men in Lex’s office,” you stutter, pointing up. 

He follows your gaze before nodding. Slowly, you both began to float upward to the window. The man who pushed you out peeked out to see Superman before ducking back inside. Reaching the window, Superman carefully sets you down safety on ground as the armed men raise their guns. 

“Don’t come any closer, or we’ll shoot,” the man who you kicked shouts, his voice trembling in fear. 

“If you would excuse me for a moment,” Superman says to you before he disappears in a gust of wind that knocks you over. When you recover, you find all the men unconscious on the floor with their weapons in a pile next to them. 

“Wow,” you gasp as Superman is suddenly back beside you. “That was amazing.” You throw a sideways glance at Superman to see he was blushing.

He gives you a nonchalant shrug, looking away from you. “It’s what I do.”

“Well,” you begin, placing a hand on his bicep, giving it a squeeze to feel the muscle underneath. “I want to thank you for saving me.”  

“You’re welcome,” Superman smiles back at you sheepishly. His eyes absorbing the details of your face. You study him, sensing some interest in his gaze.

You drop your hand back to your side. “I’ll already seeing Lex Luthor,” you state simply, your heart aching when his face dropped a little. Leaning close to him, you whisper seductively into his ear, “But I like to keep my options open.” 

His mouth drops open as you place a kiss on his cheek. Just as your lips touch his cheek, Lex Luthor bursts through the door with a security team behind him. 

“(Y/N)…,” Lex begins, frowning when he sees you kissing Superman’s cheek.

Giving Superman a wink that makes his face burn, you spin around to walk towards Lex. “It’s about time you showed up,” you scold, narrowing your eyes at Lex. “I would be dead right now if it wasn’t for Superman.”

“I guess I should thank you, Superman,” Lex growls after seeing in the unconscious men on the floor. As you approach him, he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you possessively to his side.  

“No need, Lex,” Superman replies, meeting Lex’s glare before glancing at you. “I’ll be taking my leave.” With that, Superman flies out of the window. Once he was gone, the security team began to handcuff the unconscious men.

“Were you harmed, (Y/N),” Lex asks, turning to frown at you. 

You huff, rolling your eyes. “No, Superman saved me,” you state calmly, meeting his frown with one of your own. 

“Why did you kiss him,” Lex shoots back, jealously burning in his eyes. 

Laughing, you shake your head at him. “I was just thanking him for being here. Maybe if you would show up when I need you, then you would get a kiss too,” you sass back at him. His arm squeezes your waist for a moment.

“Aren’t you a little too old for him,” Lex insults, loving the way your face burns red in embarrassment. 

You cough before looking him straight in the eye, “Technically, you are a little too old for me too.”   

Lex’s eyes narrow before he turns to guide you out of his damaged office. “Let’s go to lunch,” he orders, pulling you along. You sigh, glancing back out the window Superman had flew out of and wondered if maybe there was a chance of being able to catch Superman.

When Kuroko Tetsuya needs CPR
  • A/N:
  • When this sign (') appeared, it means that the following words is only inside the person's mind.
  • Ex:
  • Himeyu: OH MY 'this words are only in my head and I'm not literary saying this'
  • CPR = Cardiopulmonary resuscitation
  • ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
  • Man: Give him space!
  • Protagonist B: Get away from him! I'll give him CPR!
  • Protagonist A (Kuroko): *Coughs*
  • ______________________________
  • - Kagami Taiga's Case -
  • Kagami: Get away from him! I'll give him CPR! 'Shit! Is CPR consider a kiss? Am I going to take Kuroko's first kiss? Is this even his first?' *opens Kuroko's mouth and gives him his CPR*
  • Kuroko: *coughs heavily* Thanks you Kagami-kun, you saved my life. *smiles warmly*
  • Kagami: Don't mention it and besides I don't my conscience to disturb me if I let you die here.
  • ______________________________
  • - Midorima Shintarou's Case -
  • Midorima: Get away from him! I'll give him CPR! *realizes the scene is very similar to Snow White then blushes* I-i f-fo-orgot to do C-CPR-R, please call an ambulance instead! Now!
  • ______________________________
  • -Murasakibara Atsushi's Case-
  • Murasakibara: Get away from him! I'll give him CPR! Hmmm... Kuro-chin looks like chocolate, I want eat Kuro-chin.
  • Stranger: The giant purple is trying to eat the poor man! Quick! Take the purple man away from the blue man!
  • Murasakibara: *being dragged by the people in the beach* But I'm only trying to lick Kuro-chin!
  • ______________________________
  • - Kise Ryouta's Case -
  • Kise: Get away from him! I'll give him CPR! 'Finally! My chance!'
  • Kuroko: *Gets up* I'm fine now, no need for your CPR, Kise-kun.
  • Kise: Kurokocchi is so mean!
  • ______________________________
  • - Aomine Daiki's Case -
  • Aomine: Get away from him! I'll give him CPR! 'Okay Aomine, breath in, breath out'
  • *opens Kuroko's mouth and getting ready*
  • Kise: Oops! Aomine-kun! Stop your perverted thoughts for Kurokocchi!
  • Aomine: Shut up, I'm not even having that thoughts yet!
  • Kise: Pervert Aho!
  • Aomine: I'm doing this now! 'God, Tetsu really looks beautiful with his eyes closed. Goddamit Aho! CON-CEN-TRATE!' *CPR's Kuroko then faints himself because of massive blood loss in the nose*
  • ______________________________
  • - Akashi Seijuro's Case -
  • Akashi: Get away from him! I'll give him CPR!
  • Kuroko: *Immediately gets up* Thanks you but no than-
  • Akashi: *kisses Kuroko in the lips*
  • Strangers: *Loud screaming in the background*
  • Kuroko: BAKASHI! *blushes heavily*
  • ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
  • A/N: Its funny how Kuroko is already dying but the GoM is still trolling. lmao.

anonymous asked:

Stalia goes on a double date with marrish

Stiles groaned loudly.

“It’s a double date not a trip to the dentist,” Malia said.

“So you admit it, double dates are the equivalent to pulling teeth,” Stiles muttered as he fixed the collar of his black and blue plaid shirt.

“They’re our friends, Stiles, not some preppy couple we met in Hawaii,” Malia reasoned, walking out of the bathroom half naked, momentarily distracting him with her lacy black bra.

“Is that what you’re wearing? You do know that public indecency is a thing, right?” Stiles teased as he sat on the bed to put on his shoes.

Malia rolled her eyes, but he saw the smile before she turned around and pulled off her work pants.

“That wasn’t a very good strip tease,” Stiles quipped.

“But you still like the view,” She shot back.

Stiles stood up, walking over to her. “Very much.” He agreed, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.

“We don’t have time,” she protested when his hands started to slide lower.

His hand dipped into her underwear, eliciting a soft gasp from his girlfriend. “Not for both of us,” Stiles mumbled against her neck.


“Twenty minutes late and you didn’t even have the decency to wipe off the lipstick,” Lydia greeted.

“Sorry.” Stiles apologized.

“No you’re not, “ Lydia said.

Stiles just smiled at her.

“Where’s Parrish?” Malia asked, looking around at the nearby booths.

“He went to get a funnel cake.”

“Oooh. I want one,” Stiles said. “I’m going to go find him.”

Malia turned to Lydia as he sprinted off. “Want me to win you one of those little Pikachu’s while we wait?”

Lydia linked their arms, smiled and led her over to a nearby ring toss. “I want that blue teddy.”

Malia laughed  “Alright. I’ll see what I can do.”

Malia had just handed her prize to Lydia when Stiles and Parrish materialized.

“Hey, Lia!” Parrish greeted, pulling her into bear hug, careful not to drop his funnel cake.

“Hey,” she said smiling.

“Want some?” He offered up his plate, inviting her to take some.

Malia did, deciding the faster all funnel cake was gone, the faster they could get to the actual rides.

“So, what are we going to do first?” Lydia asked.

Stiles looked around for a moment and then he signaled for everyone to follow him as something caught his eye. It was one of those booths where you shoot water into the mouth of a clown and the first to pop their balloon wins. It seemed perfect since it meant they could sit and that they had a place to set their food as they played.

Everyone took a seat and waited patiently for the game to start. As soon as the bell rang, Malia and Parrish jumped into action while Stiles dropped the end of funnel cake he had in his hand, leaving it dangling from his mouth and Lydia calmly readjusted the gun. Malia felt hopeful that she was going to win as she saw her balloon steadily swell faster than Stiles’.

Lydia won in the end and she handed Malia the Scooby Doo that was her prize.

“Oh, so we’re winning prizes for each other? Does that mean if Parrish wins, I get his prize and If I win, he gets mine?” Stiles asked.

“Yup,” Malia answered.

“That means I’ll never get anything,” Jordan teased.

“I could win something!” Stiles exclaimed indignantly.

“I don’t know about that,” Lydia said. “You have awful hand eye coordination.”

Stiles glared at her. “I bet I could win more than you.”

Lydia smiled at him. “Oh yeah?”


”Care to make it interesting then?” She asked.

Stiles looked at her curiously. “Interesting how?”

“Boys VS Girls, whoever has the most prizes by eight o’clock gets to force the losers to ride anything of their choosing,” Lydia explained, a challenging glint in her eyes.

Jordan perked up instantly, the same glint appearing in his eyes, making Malia realize that Parrish was the competitive type. “You’re on,” he said, not even acknowledging Stiles’ protests.

“Meet by the entrance at eight?” Lydia suggested.

Parrish agreed and then he was dragging Stiles off.

“You take the left, I take the right,” Malia said,feeling determined.

Lydia offered her a proud smirk. “Those two don’t stand a chance.”

Malia may not have issued the challenged, but she’d be damn if she lost.


After going to nearly every booth, occasionally running into and competing with Stiles, Malia found herself with a small mountain of varying plushies stuffed in a giant plastic bag as she made her way to the entrance. When she saw Lydia with an even bigger load in a small red wagon, she felt confident that they had the boys beat.

“Not bad,” Lydia said, sounding mildly impressed.

“Not too bad yourself,” Malia replied. “Where’d you get the wagon?”

Lydia shrugged. “One of the workers offered it to me when he saw I was struggling to carry everything.”

Malia frowned. “All I got was this bag.”

Lydia poked her cheek,”It’s probably because you’re always doing that.”

Malia made to bite her finger and Lydia pulled away, laughing.

“Oh god,” they heard Stiles groan.

They both turned to see what the boys had brought with them.

Jordan had a giant bag like Malia while Stiles easily carried all of his in his arms.

“I won you all of these, and all I get is - “Jordan counted the plushies quickly,”eight plushies? I thought you liked me more than that.”

Stiles scowled. “I didn’t even want to do this!”

Jordan shook his head in disappointment before turning to the girls in defeat. “What do we have to ride?”

Lydia smiled triumphantly. “One moment please.”

Malia let herself be dragged a few feet away so they could whisper back and forth as they decided what terror they would make the boys ride. It took them a few minutes, but once they decided they rejoined the boys and gave them their decision, watching in glee at their mortified expressions.


The Kamikaze wasn’t the most terrifying of rides, to Malia at least, but she knew it was number two on Stiles’ list of carnival rides he hated. She hoped he wouldn’t be too upset at her for doing this to him.

Malia waved at Stiles and Parrish who gave small, unenthusiastic waves of their own as the ride started. It wasn’t long before the screams started and Malia swore to Lydia that at one point she heard Stiles cursing them both.

When they saw the guys again, it looked like Stiles was holding onto to Jordan for dear life as they walked towards them.

“Are you okay?” Jordan asked.

Stiles nodded. “Yeah, I just, I need to sit down.”

Malia helped Jordan carry Stiles to a nearby picnic table.

While they waited for Stiles to recover, they sorted through their prizes to pick out which ones they wanted before giving them to a group of little kids. Malia kept only the Scooby Doo while Lydia kept the blue teddy, Stiles kept a purple cat Parrish had won and Jordan kept a white tiger Stiles had won.

Stiles took Malia’s hand once he felt better and suggested they all go to the ferris wheel, letting Parrish and Lydia lead the way, hand in hand as well.

“The Kamikaze, huh?” Stiles asked.

Malia bit her lip and looked at him guiltily. “Yeah, sorry. It’s just that Lydia mentioned Parrish hated it so naturally I told her you did too.”

“Naturally,” he said sarcastically, but the amused look in his eyes gave him away.

“Like you wouldn’t have chosen the Round Up for us,” She accused.

Stiles shrugged. “I guess we’ll never know.”

“Only because you suck at carnival games,” Malia teased.

“Hey! They’re not as easy as you make them look,” Stiles said defensively.

Malia chuckled and kissed his cheek, making him smile.

“Are you two coming, or what?” Lydia called ahead of them.

They caught up to the others, glad to find the ferris wheel only accommodated two people at a time, wanting to spend a few minutes alone before they carried on with the rest of their double date. The sun had set while they’d been off playing games, leaving behind a nice breeze, a crescent moon and a sky full of stars to look at.

“You know this date wasn’t half bad,” Stiles admitted as the ferris wheel started turning.

Malia looked at him in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, even competing with you and Lydia was fun,” Stiles said. “I know we lost, but it was amusing to see you and Parrish so determined to win. And the ride was terrifying, but I got to hear Jordan’s high pitched screams over my own.”

Malia laughed. “I wish I could have heard him.”

Stiles smiled. “You would’ve lost your hearing.“

Malia considered it for a moment. “It would’ve been worth it,” she decided.

Stiles brought their conjoined hands up to his lips and kissed the back of her hand.

Malia kissed him and felt him smile before he kissed her back,

The rest of the night was filled with laughing, screaming, teasing and just generally enjoying each other’s company. They talked about anything and everything, not caring much when there were breaks in conversation. By the end of the night, Stiles admitted double dates weren’t the equivalent of pulling teeth, deciding that they should ask Scott and Kira out next time.

I hope you like it! - Jay

profoundlytenaciousgalaxy gave me the greatest idea to analyze and compare/contrast my Gogeta and Vegitto!! Thank you for the idea bby ♥u♥ Remember tho, none of this is canon at all and it’s all based on my interpretations of both Vegeta and Goku!!

So starting with Vegitto! From the Potara Fusion, Vegitto obtained from Goku his skin and SSJ hair color, his rounded face, and his power. I believe that Vegitto is stronger than Gogeta by a small margin. From Vegeta, Vegitto obtained his shorter stature and smaller build (lol), his eye shape and blue SSJ color, his brows, sleeker SSJ hair shape, and his wit. He is rather careless and arrogant (like Vegeta), which usually results in mistakes and overconfidence during battle but is otherwise an extremely talented fighter. His fighting style is more like Goku’s (ki attacks mostly with some short range offensive physical attacks), though with Vegeta’s certain finesse when on the defensive.

Now onto Gogeta! From the Fusion Dance, Gogeta obtained from Goku his taller stature and larger build, his larger eye shape and green SSJ color,his thicker brows (with a little touch of Vegeta’s lol), and his messier SSJ hair shape. From Vegeta, Gogeta obtained his skin and SSJ hair color, and his sharper facial features. I believe that, unlike Vegitto, Gogeta is the type of fighter who does not like to let fights drag on and finishes his opponent quickly (like in Fusion Reborn). His fighting style is more like Vegeta’s (brute force and the use of his legs when attacking is his signature, along with specialized ki attacks that he uses to end a battle). He is usually silent and has more of Vegeta’s reclusive personality, but is actually a gentle giant like Goku outside of battle. 

I think that’s it, probably forgot some stuff but meh! Any questions or possibly any other character analyses suggestions and headcanons you guys want me to do with anyone else, please say so!! Thank you for reading!! ♥♥♥♥

anonymous asked:

circus themed aus?

  • I’ve made my peace with being ‘the hideous monster’ for my act but seriously if you don’t stop showing up to my shows whenever I visit this town and look at me with pure awe and fascination instead of disgust I mIGHT JUST HAVE TO Look away and blush cause I’ve never experienced anything like that before
  • my fav part of walking the tightrope is the collective mass of concern in the audience, but you–your face i literally cannot handle, its making me laugh and i cant walk straight like that and “shit”
    • not rly worried though, i sort of have an anti-gravity ability that might help me out a little with balancing so dont worry ur cute lil face ;)
  • i was practicing breathing fire out of my mouth when you came and swooped in for a kiss but now you regret it cause i just burned the hell out of your tongue oops
  • “damn babe what that mouth do??”
    • *swallows sword silently*
  • for the circus act they have decorated bodyguards that come by the pews to intimidate the audience before the lights turn on fully and ive made it my life purpose to crack a smile out of you for the entirety of this two hour show
    • i can see you forcing down that smile, cmon dont even try to deny im not cute
  • you were dragged up on stage to do some bit that involved heights, which was totally safeguarded, but oops our safety line snapped and i had to drop down from my aeriel/ceiling silk dance to come catch you
    • “so, some finale huh?”
      • “please dont sue us”
  • i work in some low tier traveling circus and you and a few of your sketchy friends somehow found me to offer a job in some giant scheme that apparently you cant do without a professional acrobat
    • “you want to me walk a tightrope. across two skyscrapers. in the pitch black. with no net. and not get shot down by bullets all the while.”
      • “what, you cant do it?“
        • “of course i can do it. it’ll just be the first time i wont have an audience to awe at me and i dont know how i feel about that.”
A Shift In Perspective pt1

So… I wrote a thing for the contest @arc852 is running… Hope you like it! 

Mark and Jack were having a fight. Later, neither of them would even remember what had started the disagreement, but both could recall the heated tension between the two friends.

‘Look, I understand if-’

'No!’ Jack yelled, 'No, you don’t. You’ll never understand what it’s like to live in a world that’s too big for you!’

Mark groaned, rubbing at his face in exasperation. They had been yelling at each other for half an hour, and nothing seemed to be getting better. He turned away and strolled towards the front door.

'Where the fook are you going?!’ Jack demanded, jogging across the counter to keep the human in his sights.

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successfulsociopath  asked:

Hey hey hey there!! Do you think you could do some Asanoya or IwaSuga???? Thanks again buddy!

I’m doing IwaSuga because I love them. Thanks for this!

“Hajime~” Suga sang out from behind him. Iwaizumi turned to see Suga covered in paint. He looked happy about it though, a giant smile spread across his face.

Iwaizumi lowered the paint roller and frowned, “What’d you do? Paint yourself instead of the walls? Hey why are you coming closer?” Iwaizumi held the paint roller in front of him like it was going to save him.

Suga giggled and held his hands out. They were clearly wet with paint, “I just want a hug.”

“Absolutely not.” Iwaizumi said but Suga kept getting closer. “Koushi, please.”

Suga grinned and was suddenly in front of him, slapping his hands on Iwaizumi’s cheeks and dragging him in for a kiss. Iwaizumi sighed and kissed back for a moment before remembering that Suga’s hands were covered in wet paint.

Iwaizumi pushed him away and groaned, wiping at his cheek that was in fact wet. “Koushi.” Suga laughed and wiped his hands down Iwaizumi’s shirt, getting him all covered in paint.

“Now we match.” Suga smiled and kissed the corner of his mouth.

“I was nice and clean.” Iwaizumi said, frowning.

“Live a little.” Suga smiled, “It looks good in here. Can’t say the same for the office but…” Suga looked down at himself, “At least I look good.”

Iwaizumi shook his head, “You always look good, somehow.”

“Somehow?” Suga mock gasped and placed a hand on his heart, “Iwa-chan, you wound me.”

“Please stop.” Iwaizumi said and Suga laughed, wrapping his arms around Iwaizumi again.

“Now that we’re dirty we can both shower… together.” Suga smirked and kissed him, “But only after you help me paint the office.”

“I just painted the entire living room.” Iwaizumi said.

“Come on. Put these arms to use!” Suga squeezed his bicep and swooned, “I’m never going to get over that.”

Iwaizumi shook his head, “You’re ridiculous.” Suga just shrugged and kissed him again before skipping from the room.

The Winter Soldier PART 2: Rusted

Summary: My first Series: the Winter Soldier! When your best friend Sam Wilson shows up on your doorstep with Captain America and Black Widow asking for help, it starts a chain of events leading you to none other than the Winter Soldier, bringing up some parts of your past you’d hoped to keep buried.

PART TWO: Rusted

Author: buckysplums14

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2720

Warnings: language, missions/some action/violence, violence against the reader, smut in a later chapter, so angsty

“Sam, you come with me and we’ll infiltrate the helicarriers. Nat’s inside with Fury dealing with Pierce. Y/N-“ Steve started handing out orders.

“I’ve got it, Cap. I’m gonna sneak on one of the helicarriers and make sure we’re ready to receive you.”

Cap nodded and smiled at you lightly. “Alright. We all know the mission. I have to disable the helicarriers and redirect their weapons on each other. Agent Hill is our inside. Nat and Nick are making sure Pierce gets taken care of. Sam, we’re going to take care of Hydra, and you find Rumlow.”

“Got it.” Sam nodded. “Team Cap OUT!”

You chuckled at Sam and headed off to the helicarriers.

“Y/N!” you stopped when you heard Steve calling your name. “What is it, Steve?”

“Let me know the second you see him. I know he’ll be here.”

You nodded slightly in agreement. You knew he’d be here too. He’d never miss this much action. You headed off to the launch pad and snuck on board. You snaked down an empty hallway and found some guards. You took a deep breath…

“You’ll be fine. They’re Hydra. Remember your training.”

You stood and came out shooting, more and more agents pooling out. You hid in a doorway from the gunfire, taking out various Hydra agents. Once you had the last of them you continued down the hall and got on your com.

“Cap, the helicarriers look, for the most part, empty. I’m working my way through… no sign of the Win-“ suddenly you were clotheslined as you ran, hitting the ground hard, seeing spots. Before you realized what was happening you felt someone pulling your hair.

“AH!” you screamed and looked up, realizing it was the Winter Soldier.

“James!” you tried to wiggle free and grab his wrist as he pulled you down the hall. “James, stop! It’s me, Y/N! Hydra’s been brainwashing you… please remember me!” you were frantic as he pulled you up off the floor by your throat and slammed you on a table.

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@sleepy-soleiil i’m gonna do all of them in separate text posts so it won’t be a giant long text post haha

  • Who is a night owl: camilla! i can see her tucking her younger sibs into bed and then chill with xander til they get tired
  • Who is a morning person: def hinoka, she likes to wake up early to train and stuff. she has to drag cam out of bed most of the time despite all her whining
  • Are they cuddlers: oh please camilla loves to stuff her gf’s face in her tits every night. but that doesn’t mean hino doesn’t like it… they usually fall asleep like this and it’s really really cute
  • Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon: hinoka likes to be the little spoon. imagine all the hair in the mouth if she were the big spoon. and she doesn’t want to admit it but having camilla’s titties pressed onto her back?? best feeling ever
  • What is their favorite sleeping position: cam refuses to sleep until hinoka cuddles her. hino prefers to be on her own but she eventually gives in (who can say no to that face?)
  • Who steals all the blankets: camilla does all the time, but hinoka’s used to it from her younger sibs. she’s prepared with her backup blankie
  • What they wear to bed: ooo i bet cam wears those sexy silk lingerie dress things. on the other hand hino likes to wear ryoma’s old shirts ew
  • Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt: hinoka thinks it’s funny when camilla wears her stinky ryoma shirt. (she doesn’t know it’s his shh)
  • Who falls asleep mid-conversation: camilla will ramble on and hinoka usually conks out “listening” to her 
  • Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares: poor hinoka, camilla’s mommy side comes out cause she hates seeing her baby girl upset
  • Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep: omg i feel like they both do it. this always wakes up hino when it happens to her, but cam is such a heavy sleeper she never wakes up and it makes hino ugly laugh cause she’s so amused by it
  • Who can’t keep their hands to themselves: oho camilla can’t go a day without slapping dat ass and her titty fix. this drives hinoka nuts but she wants to get back at her
You’re My Heart & My Heartache

This is my secret santa gift to @minakoto!! A Harry Potter AU with cuddling :D I hope you like it <3

Pairings: MiniCat & DeliToonz
Warnings: Blood Mention, Swearing, Death Mention (its not a real death though, just fake/an illusion) & Panic Attacks. 

(It has a happy ending, I swear <3)

Craig could feel himself trembling ever so slightly as he walked.

He was sandwiched in between Tyler and Jonathan, feet thumping against the cobblestone pavement as they quickly made their way to class and Craig could smell their cologne’s mixing together under his nose. It was too sweet, a hybrid scent of vanilla and sandalwood- something he was sure he’d enjoy any other day- yet today his head was spinning and his stomach was cramped with nerves. It was overwhelming, almost as if he were being smothered and Mini quickly tried to distract himself with his thoughts.

In the past, back before they’d actually started dating, Wildcat used to tease him that he’d been sorted into the wrong house.

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anonymous asked:

Is parsley expensive in the U.K? That couscous looks nasty/delicious. When I end up there with a recipe I just tear parsley over the top. It's cheap here in the U.S. Tastes fresh and, for me, somehow looks tastier too. It's said we eat with our eyes first, I know I sure do. Maybe you don't mind one way or the other. Everyone's different.

I’ve been.. dragged.
No parsley isn’t expensive hahaha. I’m not really a fan of giant couscous because it somehow always ends up resembling frog spawn. I like normal couscous a lot though and cook with it all the time. My ex step mum is Moroccan so she’s really influenced the way I cook.
Please don’t judge my cooking ability based on that one picture, I promise I’m actually a pretty decent cook! Haha

Ford getting a wedding invite from Stan sometime in 1975.

Ford dragging Fidds along to Vegas for said wedding because there is no way he is doing this alone but he is curious (and doesn’t plan to stay).

Ford showing up and realizing it’s a biker-wedding.

Ford going in and realizing his brother is marrying some guy named Jimmy Snakes.

Ford walking out with a big giant NOPE.

Fidds hanging around for the wedding and crying the whole time because Stan just looks so beautiful in that white dress.

(Fidds staying for the reception and then a week after to ramp-up all the bikers bikes. Ford is not please at all. AT ALL)

anonymous asked:

Hey so I heard that your willing to do any ship? Can you do fenrys and elide since I'm all alone in this trashcan? It's okay if you don't, I'd rather you just come out and say no than say you will later and never do it, but if you will then can you write angst 19 like Lorcan said it and elide is ranting n fenrys is just "I know I can treat you better than he can"

Fenrys and Elide is a SHIP? I’m just, oh my god. Elirys? Fenide?

Yes I will write ANY ship. And probably be dragged into a few trash bins. 

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19. “Do not try and spin this to be my fault instead of yours”

Elide grabbed Lorcan’s arm and she tried to drag her heels, but the giant of a man kept walking. Elide tugged on his shirt and she jumped in front of him. “Lorcan!”

“Move, Elide. Just…move” Lorcan shook his head, running his hand down his face. His eyes were red. Elide had never known him to cry. 

“Could you just listen to me? Could you just,” Elide’s voice cracked and she reached for his hand, but Lorcan pulled it away gently. “Just listen, Lorcan. Please, let me explain”

“Explain, what!” Lorcan grabbed her shoulders, staring down at her. Elide’s bottom lip shook and she bit down on it, tears coming to her eyes. “Fenrys is like a brother to me. An annoying brother I am forced to put up with, but a brother nonetheless, Elide Lochan” 

“Maybe if you would have-”

“Would have what? Do not try and spin this to be my fault instead of yours. I have tried everything, given everything to you. I quit my worst habits trying to make myself better for you. Because I knew you deserved better, so I was determined to be that better. But better isn’t enough unless it’s Fenrys, huh?”

“Lorcan, no, that’s not it at all, just please-”

“I hope you and the Puppy are happy in life, Lochan,” Elide cringed. Lorcan Salvaterre only called the people he truly hated by their last name. Elide swallowed as he pried her fingers off his shirt, smoothing it out. “I really do,” Lorcan pulled his bag over his shoulder and he walked away. 

Elide sobbed and she pressed her palms against her mouth, watching as he ducked forward to get through the doorway. She slid down the wall and rubbed her eyes, the distant sounds of his motorcycle starting up and driving away pounding through her ears. 

“Ell?” Hours, or maybe just mere minutes later Fenrys’s voice broke through her sobs. Elide shook her head and she rubbed her eyes quickly, wiping away the tears. “Ell, what happened?” 

“I told him,” Elide whispered. She watched as Fenrys slid down on the other wall, his legs long enough that their feet touch. She sniffled and sucked on her bottom lip. “I told him, Fen” 

Fenrys pursed his lips and he nodded. He reached forward and tugged on Elide’s arms. Elide shook her head and fresh tears fell as Fenrys slowly placed her in his lap, stroking her hair. 

He pressed his lips against her ear, breathing softly, “I know I can treat you better than he can,” His voice was soft and comforting. God, he was singing to her. Elide laughed softly and she wiped her nose on her sleeve, curling in on herself. “’Cuz any girl like you deserves a gentleman” 

“Fen,” Elide whispered. He was such a dork. Fenrys pressed his first two fingers against her mouth and rubbed the back of her head, causing her to get comfortable in his lap. 

“So tell me why are you wasting time, on all your wasted crying, when you could be with me instead,” His voice raised an octave higher and Elide hummed gently, as he rocked her.

“I know I can treat you better, better than he can,” Fenrys whispered. He slid his arms under Elide’s knees and around her back. He slowly stood up and carried her against his chest, walking away from her past and towards their future.