drumstick spin

Cute Rocket thing.

Because apparently my computer is incapable of producing anything resembling a good quality gif…

But remember the Guardians of the Galaxy scene where Quill is all mad at Rocket for swiping parts of his ship? Rocket juggles this little component with his right hand instead of putting his wrench down and using his left hand to turn it over. 

So that means he probably tosses his tools from one hand to the other and flips things like wrenches around the way drummers spin drumsticks. lol

Seventeen As Band/Marching Band Members

Seungcheol: Trumpet

-He’s got the confidence *cough cough arrogance* of a trumpet player
-But also the talent and hard work to make up for it
-He would be shameless in his boastfulness and use any excuse to tell people that he made first chair
-If you genuinely compliment his playing he’ll get vry shy and be all bashful and flattered

Jeonghan: Clarinet

-He looks like he’s nice but is probably talking shit about the rest of the band
-Loyal af to those who earn it but will be neutral and non-expressive if you rub him the wrong way
-Probably joined band because his parents made him but decided to stick through it anyway.
-Is good at clarinet without trying and always gets first chair without actually practicing

Joshua: Euphonium/Mellophone

-Tries his best even when other people are slacking off
-Is generally a chill person in band class
-Is the only person who actually listens to the drum major during marching rehearsals

Junhui: Snare

-Acts nonchalant but takes percussion more seriously than he gives the impression of
-But no one complains bc dang boi you looking fine
-Causes people to miss their dot because they were distracted by his beauty or just plain shocked at his lack of clothing
-People think he’s showing off because he twirls his drumstick between his fingers really fluidly and like all of the time but in reality he does it subconsciously and didn’t notice he was doing it until Flutist!Seungkwan slapped it out of his hand one day

Jihoon: Oboe

-Refuses to do marching because he thinks it’s a waste of time and they don’t march oboe(he refuses to switch instruments)
-Takes AP Music Theory as well as band
-Jihoon: “Well at least I’m first chair”
-Jun: “You’re the only oboe in this class”
-Jihoon: “Shouldn’t you be hitting something”
-Thinks highly of his playing AS HE SHOULD because it’s the most beautiful thing
-The rumor is that after he left his audition into the band the band director had to take a break, cry, and come back to continue auditions
-Coincidentally, his next audition was Percussionist!Vernon so the band director ending up crying after that audition for the complete opposite reason

Soonyoung: Colorguard (I’M NOT EVEN SORRY)

-Is the most hype of everyone and  cannot stay still for the life of him
-Was a dancer until he say flyers for guard try outs and was like “guns? Swords? DanCING WITH FLAGS??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP”
-Is friends with all the marching band kids and knows everyone’s name in the program
-If you don’t march and are only in band classes then you don’t count in his eyes lol (unless you’re Oboe!Jihoon because he may or may have a small {LARGE} crush on u)
-Is the person who cheers and yells encouragement after each run through
-If you are mean or negative to him or someone he loves then he may or may not “accidentally” whack you in the back of the head with a rifle or swoop your legs out from under you with a flagpole

Wonwoo: Sousaphone

-Very chill and content with chit chatting with everyone
-Is probably the only one besides GuardMember!Soonyoung and Piccolo!Seokmin who is genuinely happy to be there
-Low key has resting bitch face but as soon as you start talking to him it’s a 180 flip and he lights up completely
-Has tipped over and fallen during runs several times over the years
-Mellophone!Joshua is always the first person to run and help him up
-Clarinet!Jeonghan is always the first one to start laughing and the last one to stop laughing
-If DrumMajor!Chan happens to notice Wonwoo fall while he’s conducting, he can’t help but stop immediately and bust out laughing

Mingyu: Marimba

-Thought about marching in the battery but was like “naw, it’s heavy and I’ll get all sweaty and ugh too much physical effort” so he stuck with front percussion and is very good at it
-Wears low cut tank tops or no shirt at all when on the practice field because “I am not about to get a farmer’s tan that will never go away”
-Still gets a major sock tan and will  complain about it incessantly
-Mingyu: “But it’s so noticeable!”
-Joshua: “When you think about it, we all have terrible sock tans… Is it like our own friendship mark thing?”  
-Jeonghan: “Shut up Joshua”
-Soonyoung: “BE NICE TO HIM”

Seokmin: Piccolo

-Can’t tell if he’s playing his instrument or just screaming
-Always smiling and making stupid faces back and forth with GuardMember!Soonyoung until DrumMajor!Dino catches them and tells them to knock it off
-They stop for like ten minutes then start again
-Enjoys sneaking up on people and then playing the highest note he possibly can directly into their ear
-He did this once to Oboe!Jihoon and never ran away so fast in his life because you better bet Jihoon ran after his ass
-Jihoon may or may not have put rainbow stickers all over his piccolo as a form of retaliation
-Didn’t work though because Seokmin LOVED THE STICKERS and kept them on until the next competition where DrumMajor!Chan was like “no you cannot march with those on your instrument, it’s not uniform with everyone else”
-So that they could all be uniform with rainbow stickers
-DrumMajor!Chan shot him down immediately, but let Seokmin stick stickers all over him because he felt bad that he ruined Seokmin’s fun

Minghao: Saxophone

-This sassy diva omg of course he’s a saxophone player
-Was forced into marching by his parents but stuck with it because he liked the people who marched and wanted to stay friends with them
-Is naturally really good at playing the saxophone and doesn’t have to try very hard
-Wanted to do winter guard during the off season but was too scared of what the rest of the band would think
-Was almost convinced by Percussionist!Junhui to do indoor percussion but Saxophone!Minghao took one look at the fair share and was like “NOPE”
-Always talks to Percussionist!Jun during stand by
-DrumMajor!Chan doesn’t tell him to stop because he knows he’ll just start talking again
-DrumMajor!Chan has no problems putting Percussionist! Junhui in his place tho lol boy gets told off a lot but Percussionist!Jun always has a clap back, even if it doesn’t really make sense
-Chan: “Jun, for the love of God stop talking, and put on a shirt!”
-Jun: “It’s too hot, why don’t you take off your shirt!”
-Chan: “??? No?”

Seungkwan: Flute

-Likes to gossip with Clarinet!Jeonghan but always accidentally warps information or takes it out of context so it sounds weird
-Seungkwan: “Yeah so then Jun told Chan to take of his shirt”
-Jihoon: “this is why I don’t freaking march”
-Soonyoung: “oh but you should!” *spaces out with a derp face because now he’s picturing Jihoon shirtless under the setting sun with the wind blowing his hair*
-Doesn’t take criticism well
-Chan: “Flutes, play louder next time” -Seungkwan: “Maybe you should conduct better next time”
-Is really supportive of the new kids and tells them fun stories to cheer them up when they feel overwhelmed
-Seungkwan: “Yeah and then Wonwoo just tipped right over and everyone kept going”

Vernon: Bass Drum

-Thought that being a percussionist would make him popular with the ladies so he auditioned but had no experience playing drums before
-Didn’t think it would be very difficult, but was dead wrong
-He was so bad he made the band director cry, but the director let him join anyway because they needed more percussionists
-He actually worked really hard and got better at percussion and even decided to march
-He wasn’t experienced enough to do snare yet though (which is what he really wanted to do) but was content with being put on bass drum
-Followed the influence of Percussionist!Junhui and also never wears a shirt, but people yell at him for it instead of staring at him lol
-Asks Percussionist!Junhui to teach him how to spin a drumstick between his fingers because he thinks it looks cool
-Spent the next six hours practicing it until he got it down perfect

Chan: Drum Major

-The most responsible even though he’s the youngest
-Commands respect from everyone marching because no one likes to see Lee Chan angry like it’s just not fun for anyone because he’ll pout for days
-Tries to keep everyone on task and is generally successful in this
-Made up his own little drum major salute for right before performing and everyone agrees that he looks so cute while doing it even though he’s trying to be professional and manly
-He’s the glue that keeps everyone from falling apart, and the marching band wouldn’t be nearly as good without him


The party was winding down, and the team are the only people left in the building. The drinks had slowed and everyone is getting tired. Clint starts asking Thor about Mjolnir, and how she works.

“It’s a trick, right?” Clint asks, spinning a drumstick between his fingers.

Thor laughs, the deep baritone rumbling through his chest as you recline against him. You’d felt exhausted up until a minute ago, but now you’re waking up again. You love it whenever the team talk about Mjolnir, as none of them know your secret…

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Imagine Harry Wells confessing his feelings to you after HR kissing you under mistletoe

Request by Anonymous: Could you do an imagine where Harrison and the reader have been working together at star labs for a while and although the reader is slightly younger than he is, he still confesses he has feelings for her

Request by Anonymous: Write about HR realizes that he has a crush on you and you’re a meta human (the reader has super speed and killer frost abilities…)

Request by Anonymous: Hey! If you could write an imagine where HR kisses you under a mistletoe making Harry completely jealous even though you two are not dating and you have no clue of him liking you. Afterwords you & HR go out on a few dates and things become serious causing Harry to be distant/sad until he works up the courage to show you his feelings and ultimately you having to pick between the two. Thank you ❤️

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With the sound of the drumsticks clacking together, you curiously looked back from your shoulder and found HR smirking at you with some weird excitement and longing in his eyes.

You frowned, asking the team, “What’s wrong with him?”

You noticed Barry and Cisco were stifling their giggles and playfully looking back and forth between you and HR as if they were expecting a good show. Caitlin, in the other hand, sighed and looked at you with sympathy.

“Don’t move.” HR said with a wide grin, eagerly walked towards you with a few strides.

“Can anyone tell me what’s going on?” You helplessly looked at the team and noticed Harry was silently observing the situation with his grim expression and arms crossed over his chest. His cold eyes were deadly pinned on his counterpart as if he was ready to eat him alive and you somehow saw Harry clenching his jaw too.

“Y/N…” Caitlin uttered, pointing above your head, “I think you might want to look up at the ceiling.”

You followed Caitlin’s direction and lifted your head, only found a ball of mistletoe was hanging right upon you.

You rolled your eyes uncontrollably, burying your face inside your palms, “Oh my god…”

“Since the genius over here,” Cisco snickered, “hanged a sprig of mistletoe in the cortex, he was waiting for the girls who accidentally stand under it.”

“He has been keeping watch on this spot for so long just like some attackers waiting to catch their preys.” Caitlin added.

You turned and faced HR, narrowing your eyes on him, “You do know that I can speed out of the lab any moment so you never get a chance to kiss me?”

You gave HR a smug face and continued, “And if you do kiss me, you know that I can freeze you to death the moment you have physical contact with me?”

To let your statement sounded more convincing, you showed HR your frosty hands with complacent smile crept up on your lips.

“Nah,” HR seemed not buying your threat, “you have both super speed and ice-based abilities, hot and cold all at once, theoretically these two distinct powers will be automatically balanced within your body, and so you’ll have the normal body temperature just like the rest of us do.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised by HR’s more-than-accurate science talk.

“Well,” HR shrugged, spinning his drumstick between his fingers, “I do listen when you guys talking the science stuff.”

“But theory is just a theory, in case something goes wrong…” HR turned his head and signaled Barry, “BA!”

After a strong gust of wind smacked against your skin and streaks of yellow lightning flashed beside you, you found your wrists were locked with a pair of power-dampening cuffs.

“What the hell, Barry?!” You almost yelled at the speedster.

“Well, well,” HR smirked, reaching and holding your wrists gently, “now that you can’t use your super powers against me, let’s get you a proper Christmas kiss.”

You heard a deep groan coming from Harry’s throat and you saw the grumpy scientist stepped out of the cortex in an irritated manner from the corner of your eyes.

Feeling a warm hand gripping your chin, you fell your attention back to Harry’s counterpart, who was hungrily gazing at your rosy red lips.

He looked at your attractive lips one more time and placed a soft peck on it without any warning.

The kiss was too quick that you never had a chance to feel it and it was gone.

HR pulled away and pressed his lips together as if enjoying the aftertaste of the kiss, “Whoa, that’s good. I was afraid that the power cuffs might malfunction.”

“Hey,” Here came Cisco’s protest, “my delicate set of cuffs is perfect, okay?”

You speeded out of the training track, grinning brightly at Harry, who was staring at the computer screen blankly at the moment.

Your smile slowly faded away and asked, “How was I doing? Still not good?”

“You’re doing fine,” Harry gathered his thoughts and answered, “You’re nearly as fast as Allen.”

“Is something bothering you?” You asked with concern filled up in your eyes, moved towards the scientist, “You seem a little off lately.”

“I think you should worry about HR rather than me, Y/N.” Harry said with bitterness, trying his best to hide the jealousy and sourness between lines, “You’re dating him after all.”

“We’re not dating,” You denied at first, but thinking there was no point of denial, you gave up, “whatever.”

The gleam behind his sapphire blue eyes grew dim, his face went completely gloomy. The twinge kept torturing his heart since the day HR kissed you under mistletoe. He knew that HR would steal you away from him one day, he just blamed himself for not working up the courage to confess his feeling to you before the fraud, and sometimes he even regretted he had invited him to come to this Earth at the first place.

“Test. Test. Fellow S.T.A.R. Labs employees. Your presence in the cortex would be greatly appreciated, especially Y/N.” A familiar voice sounded through the microphone.

“You got to be kidding me.” You threw your head back, rolling eyes. Although HR was not as grumpy as the physicist in front of you, he sometime just being really annoying.

“Sorry, Harry, I should go check on HR.” You spun around on your heel and started walking towards the door.

He abruptly gripped your wrist, stopped you from going.

“Don’t go.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat. You was utterly taken aback by Harry’s sudden reaction, you just froze and stood there with an empty mind.

With a strong but gentle pull, he turned you around to face him, locking you between his secure arms.

“Don’t go.” He repeated, this time his voice was determined, not allowing any rejection.

Your heart was pounding, his handsome face was only inches to yours as you could feel his hot breath were smacking on your blushed cheeks, which made your heart raced even faster.

“Please tell me things between you and HR aren’t serious.” Harry mumbled with pain, studying your facial expression, “Tell me you’re still mine even if I have never existed in your memory.”

“What do you mean?” You startled, almost heard the rapid beating sound behind your chest.

“Flash point.” Harry briefly explained, one of his big warm hand reached your flushed small cheek and gently cupped it, “You are head over heels in love with me in the original timeline. Things changed after Allen created Flash point…. You are no longer mine anymore.”

Without giving you any time to process what he just said, Harry leaned down to press his soft lips against yours.

The kiss was so soft and gentle that you practically melt into his arms. Your head was spinning and no way to think straight when he brushed his lips on yours, sending unstoppable shivers to your spine. Although your conscious kept telling you to pull away, your heart kept urging you to sink into his deep sweet touch.

You kissed back, which surprised both of you. Harry smiled a little and pulled you even closer, firmly held you inside his embrace by wrapping his arms around your waist. He went slightly further and sucked your bottom lip possessively.

The kiss lasted like forever before both of you needed a gasp of air.

Your conscious finally came back and you whispered, “This is wrong…”

Harry placed a soft kiss on your lips again and said, “But it doesn’t seem wrong, right?”

Lift the hammer - Tony x Reader x Steve (Avengers 2: Age of Ultron)

Title: Lift the hammer

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1,892

Warnings: None

Inspiration: Avengers: Age of Ultron Sneak Peek (2015)



The Avengers all laid or were seated either down or on some couch. All well dressed, enjoying some relaxation time. Drinking and having some leisure time. It felt good to spend some free time just as a group of friends rather than just heroes. Even Maria and James had joined them.

“Yeah, who-so-ever be he worthy shall have the pow- Whatever man, it’s a trick!” Clint complained, spinning a drumstick in his hands.

Thor just chuckled “No, it’s much more than that my friend” he said putting his hammer on one of the small coffee tables. He moved to the couch, opposite it, sitting next Steve and clinking his glass with Steve’s beer bottle.

That was, of course, all it took for Tony to accept the challenge. He got up making a ‘tsk’ sound as he unbuttoned his suit jacket. Making his way to where Thor had set his hammer.

“If I lift it, do I get to rule Asgard?” he asked with a small smirk.

Thor merely chuckled “Yes, of course” he replied and gestured for him to lift the hammer.

You raised an eyebrow and leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees “This should be interesting” you mumbled with a smirk.

“Oh yeah” Steve mumbled and you both clinked your beer bottles; taking a ip from them.

“I will be fair but surely cruel.” he said and wrapped a firm hand around the hammer’s handle. He tried to lift it but did not even so manage to move it. He gritted his teeth and tried to lift it, but failed again.

“Ok, let’s try differently” he mumbled and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“You want some help there, honey?” you asked with a smirk and chuckled at Tony’s irritated face.

“No, honey, I’ll manage” he said with a sarcastic grin and both you and Thor laughed out loudly. You both knew the answer to the questions the rest of the Avengers tried to find.

He pulled out he jacket suit and rolled up his sleeves. Soon he had worn a piece of his iron man suit on his hand. Fingers wrapped around the handle of the hammer tightly. Trying really hard to lift it by using the piece of machinery. But, of course, failing miserably. Soon, James was up. Wearing a piece of his own silver suit too. A firm grip on the hammer’s handle, too.

“Are you even pulling?” James groaned and looked at Tony.

“Are you on my team?” Tony asked in the same, irritated, voice tone.

“Just represent, pull!” James groaned, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. 

“Alright, let’s go!” Tony said and they both pulled.

They both tried really hard to lift it but failed miserably.

“Nice try” you said sarcastically at Tony and he just rolled his eyes at you.

You chuckled at his behavior and then turned to look at Steve “Hey Cap, why don’t you give it a try?” you winked at him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Rubbing it softly to encourage him.

He let out a small sigh and after giving you his adorable smile, he got up.

He walked towards the hammer and took hold of the handle with both hands. He let out a small, sharp breath and started pulling. He managed to move it and you smiled for a second. Thor’s smile, however, flattered. A serious, but mostly worried, look took over his features.

“Come on, Cap!” Tony encouraged and Steve tried harder to lift it. Clenching his teeth and pulling harder. But still… he failed to lift it.

Thor laughed, his worry fading as soon as he saw Steve fail to lift it “Nothing” he said with a smile and Steve shook his head, coming to take his seat next to you.

You handed him his beer and smiled sincerely at him “Nice try” you said softly, patting softly his back. Your hand remaining there as you rubbed soothing circles on his back.

“Thanks” he laughed slightly and looked at you with a shy smile.

“Maria, won’t you give it a try?” you said resting your back on the couch, and your head on your hand that was on Steve’s shoulder.

“Oh thank you, but definitely no” she chuckled, shaking her head.

“Bruce?” you turned to look at him with a smile and he just shook his head.

“The other guy might be strong (Y/n) but I don’t think it applies for me too” he laughed and looked at Natasha.

He gestured to her and she just shook her head, chuckling.

“Oh no, no, no. That’s not a question I need answered” she said with a smile and leaned back, taking a sip of her beer.

“Well then-” you let out a big sigh and put your beer on the coffee table and rubbed your hands “-Since the ladies don’t want to give it a try, I shall represent you girls” you said with a smile and got up.

Everyone looked at you with a raised eyebrow, apart from Thor who just chuckled; shaking his head.
You pulled your tight, black dress a little bit down and rolled your eyes at hearing Tony whistle, behind your back.

“Shut up, Stark” you rolled your eyes, but smiled nonetheless at your boyfriend’s perverted behavior.

“You know how to make me, baby” he chuckled and you just did the same, shaking your head. No matter how much time passed, Tony was never going to change.

You walked towards the hammer and looked at it with a smirk, rubbing your hands.

“You really are going to try it, though?” he asked with a surprised look “I mean what makes you think that you are going to make it?” he smirked at seeing your annoyed face. Managing to do exactly what he aspired to do.

“Yeah, why not?” you shrugged “Besides, what do I have to lose? Apart from what you did” you said pointing a finger at him and the only thing that could be heard was the 'whooing’ and whistling of the rest of the Avengers at your remark. You could be just as whit-y and sarcastic as Tony if you wanted to, talent that you used to make him shut up when you wanted to.

Tony just rolled his eyes and made a 'tsk’ sound, mumbling a “Touche”. A smile appearing on his face at the pride he felt for you. No, not just pride for your whit-y remark, but love for the amazing person you were and your amazing personality.

“Ok, now let’s get to job” you took a firm grip of the hammer’s handle, everyone holding their breaths. Waiting to see what would happen.

“But before that-” you said, letting go of the handle; without even having tried to lift it.

You turned your head to look at Thor “I wanted to ask you Thor. Why do you have this here?” you said taking hold of the strap at the end of the handle.

“It is used for the spinning and all that” he made a motion with his hands.

“Oh right, yes!” you exclaimed “True, but hey, have you tried with one finger. Like this-” you put your pointer through the strap and lifted the hammer by it.

“It’s really ease, and fun. I mean, you should give it a try. The hammer’s really light you know.” you said nonchalantly and spined the hammer a few times, using just one finger; and then simply took a hold of the handle. Throwing the hammer from one hand to another as if it was just a small ball.

“Oh hey! I lifted it after all” you said and smiled as everybody looked at you with astonishment. Everybody apart from Thor who, of course, expected it. You had lifted it before, but only Thor had seen you then. And so, he was the only one who knew.

You played a little bit more, throwing it in the air and catching it easily. A satisfied smile on your face, at seeing Tony’s expression.

“Show off” he mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes. Though a small smile was on his face.

“What can I say? I learn from the best” you said and looked at Tony with a smug grin.

He merely chuckled and walked towards you “True.” he put a hand around your waist, pressing you close to him; after you put the hammer back down.

“I am the best” he said with a grin and you merely chuckled, putting your hands around his neck, as his encircled your waist. You rested your forehead against his.

“At everything” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at you and you just shook your head, laughing. 
He pressed his lips to your and you kissed him back with just as much passion. It was a small, brief kiss but still managed to make your heart flutter at the love and passion Tony put into it. 

Groaning was heard and Clint saying “Guys you’re not alone” so you both pulled away.

You chuckled and wiped with your thumb some red lipstick that was on Tony’s lips, from your previous kiss. He chuckled too and tightened his grip on your waist, to bring you closer. Your hands on around his neck, doing the same.

“Not my fault, Hawk. She’s the one asking for it” he winked at you and then rested his forehead against yours. 

You just rolled your eyes but soon relaxed in his embrance, closing your eyes for a split second. Him just gazing at you lovingly.

“Remind me that when Valentine’s day comes to stay as far away as possible from you two lovebirds” Clint groaned more “How did you even get so cheesy, Stark?” he added.

“People change when they fall in love, Barton” he smiled at you softly. 

Just like everybody did. They all knew how much you loved each other and they were all happy for you. 

“Not so much when it comes to you Stark” you told him with a smirk and everybody laughed, as Tony rolled his eyes.

Natasha’s smile faded, though, as soon as she saw the bittersweet smile on Steve’s face. It was somehow obvious to everybody but only she knew how Steve truly felt about you. He wasn’t about to make a move though, knowing how you felt about Tony. You did love Tony, but still had a soft spot for Steve. You were not going to deny it, either. And although he knew it, it hurt him to actually see you and Tony act all couple-y and all, knowing that despite everything you might felt for him, Tony was still your one and only.

“How does it go, though? That theory of whoever lifts the hammer?” Bruce asked Thor.

He got up from his seat and took hold of his hammer, throwing it in the air “Well, there is an interesting one. But I have a simpler. You are not worthy” he said simply and groans and chuckles were heard.

Everyone, however, stopped immediately as an ear-piercing sound was heard. You all made your way towards the place the sound came from.

“How could you be worthy? You’re all puppets. Tangled in strings. Strings…” Ultron smashed another robot’s head.

“… There are no strings on me”

A/N: xxmusic13luverxx you asked me to tag you when this was written, it’s been up for a while but anyway.

Avengers AOU (part 2/7)

A/N: Another chapter up yay!! I actually wrote part 1 and 2 beforehand, I have not started on part 3 so there’s that. Sigh. Oh well, I really enjoy writing this so it’s okay. I hope you guys like it as well, I placed the link for the first part below so you can check it out😊 Y’all can also leave your suggestions on what you want to see next!! Anyways, enjoy!!

Word Count: 2,344

Part one//Part two//Part three//Part four//Part five//Part six//Part seven

“Are you sure he’s gonna be okay?” Nat asked Dr Cho as she looked at his wound.

You glanced down at Clint before looking at both Helen and Nat, smiling slightly. “Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together.”

“There’s no possibility of deterioration. The nano-molecular functionality is instantaneous. His cells don’t know they’re bonding with simulacra,” Helen replied Nat’s question, tapping a few buttons on the machine.

“She’s creating tissue,” Bruce explained.

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Daddy Ashton Smut

“Daddy! I want to play the drums now!” I heard our little girl Brailynn whine.

Curly brown hair tied back by a red bandana and beautiful hazel eyes like her daddy. A 5sos shirt on, a pair of blue jeans, and black boots. The spitting image of her father. 

 "Just a second angel Luke is playing right now" he said trying to comfort his daughter.

 "Luke why don’t you let Brailynn play for a while and I’ll make you some cookies?“ I said smiling at my seven year old son. Brown eyes and curly dirty blonde hair a mess. A pair of basketball shorts and a 1d shirt signed by “uncle” Niall on. 

 "Ok momma” he said shrugging.

“Here you go Brai” he said handing her the drumsticks.

“Woo! Are you ready to rock?!” The four year old yelled drumsticks held high in the air sitting at the children’s drum kit in the living room.

“WOOO!” A curly haired hazel eyed man said walking closer to the drums with the biggest smile I’d ever seen.

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This popped into my head the other day:

Age of Ultron party scene - new headcanon.

Clint sits next to Maria, for old time’s sake. He spins drumsticks, not arrows, because “they are a fucking weapon, Barton, and you are not spinning them next to me while you’ve been drinking.” Natasha has always been tasked with keeping The Big Guy with the Avengers, and he knows that even in the semi relaxed atmosphere, she will keep to her mission. He’ll find her later; they’ve managed this long.

Popcorn is thrown at Tony when he tries and fails to lift the hammer. It’s then continued to be thrown at the other Avengers - which they try to ignore or catch in their mouths. 

Bruce tried to lift the hammer, out of scientific curiosity. He doesn’t really expect to be able to lift it, if the mythology is to be believed.

Clint notices when the hammer moves for Steve; he tilts his head while scratching his temple, and Natasha slow blinks in acknowledgement.

Natasha turns down her opportunity flippantly, but he knows the history behind her remark. He turns down his in the same manner, telling them it’s a trick - like playing a carnival game. She knows the sentiment behind the words.

They boo at Thor when he declares them unworthy, silently agreeing. He can see hers in the tightness of her eyes; she sees his false smile. Then, they are too busy. Natasha has to protect her asset. Clint does what he can without having his bow and arrows - Maria - and they have to gameplan. They go to quarters to rest as much as they can. Clint goes through the ducts to Natasha’s room, as he’s done so many times before. 

There, they can check for injuries during the fire fight - a delayed check from their normal, but necessary. After they’ve done that, and cleaned themselves up, they collapse on the bed and wrap themselves in each other. 

As they lay tangled together, he says to her, “Who needs a giant hammer anyway? Then you can only use giant nails. Otherwise you’re knocking holes in the wall anytime you hang a picture.”

She laughs, as she is meant to, and kisses him. “Irresponsible,” she agrees. They lay quietly for a minute. She touches her forehead to his as they lay on the same pillow. “Someday.”


And they drift off to sleep, together, to keep the nightmares at bay. They need what little rest they can get until it’s time to fight once more, to work for the salvation they seek, to finally feel worthy.


‘  Clint waved the drumstick in his hand, getting bored out of his mind. You looked up from your book and eyed him.

  Y/N: Can you teach me?

  Clint: Teach you what?

  Y/N: Drums… Can you teach me how to play the drums?

  Clint: Yeah, let’s start now…

  Turns out you suck at it. But the day wasn’t a total waste. You gained seven kisses from Clint and plus you learned how to spin the drumsticks around your hand.         ‘

anonymous asked:

i have a smut prompt. it's kinda based off a scene in "parent trap." human klaus & caroline are at a camp or some other program. they're always fighting. klaus dares her to strip & jump into the pool/lake naked. not one to back down from a dare, caroline does it. when she emerges from the water, she finds that klaus has run off with all her clothes. will caroline get him back? if this prompt is not something you wanna take or you want to modify it, that's totally okay!

Sooo, I’ve had this prompt FOREVER, and I’ve been wanting to write it ever since I got it. I did some brainstorming and for some reason, all I could think was “BAND CAMP KLAROLINE” and then I just wrote this thing. I don’t even know where it came from, but as a former marching band nerd, I had a whooole lot of fun writing it. Also, apologies to any brass, bass drummers, tromboners, ect in advance. All opinions about those sections are solely based on my band experience. For High School Day!


Caroline looked over the dorm rec room, eyes flitting over her fellow band mates. The end of band camp party was in full swing, the room filled with red solo cups and a keg in the middle courtesy of trumpeter Damon Salvatore. His ego was the size of the Sahara despite the fact that he flubbed his opening solo during every rehearsal. However, he looked like he was mid-twenties so he was useful for getting alcohol without being carded.

“Ready?” came a voice from her side.

She looked over, grinning at her fellow color guard member, Katherine “Let’s do it.”

They made their way over to where the percussion section where half of them had members of Caroline’s color guard squad on their laps as they flirted shamelessly, the other half were practicing with drumming pads as they ignored everybody. Her eyes fell on a familiar dirty-blonde curly head, the center snare drummer, Klaus Mikaelson, whose eyes were trained on the sheet music in front of him as he drummed paradiddles.

She and Katherine marched over to him, and Caroline grabbed the sheet music out from under him and he looked up, a snarl on his lips.

“Forbes,” Klaus said, narrowing his eyes at her. “Do you mind?”

“Mikaelson,” she responded. “I have a proposition for you.”

He arched his brow at her, an intrigued expression appearing on his face. “You finally are going to go out with me?”

Caroline scoffed, rolling her eyes. He just threw her a slow smirk, pleased to get a reaction out of her. Klaus and his family moved in from England about three years ago, immediately taking the tiny town of Mystic Falls by storm with their alluring accents. The very first day they met, he promptly hit on Caroline, citing the fact that the color guard section and percussion section were destined to date, and she shot him down almost immediately.

It’s not like she wasn’t attracted to him, Klaus being one of the hottest guys in band, but his cocky demeanor rivaled the brass section and she had no desire to deal with that.

“You wish,” she shot back.

“Every day,” he quipped with a wink and went back to casually drumming.

“I want a shot at winning the backseats of the bus,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I already won earlier tonight,” he didn’t even look up, alluding to the beer pong tournament that took place at the beginning of the party.

For the past three years, whenever the marching band came to camp at Whitmore University, there was always a big blowout party to celebrate the end of summer before the band returned back to Mystic Falls. For three years running Klaus dominated at beer pong, which included bragging rights and the back seats in the buses on the way to competition.

“I didn’t even have a chance to play,” Caroline tried, gesturing with her hands. “I had a meeting with Mr. Saltzman about the choreography and work in the ballad.”

He shrugged. “Not my problem.”

She glared at him. “Scared?”

He chuckled, the low noise settling in her belly. “Not even a little bit.”

“Caroline excels at beer pong,” Katherine piped up, arching a brow up at Klaus.

The drummer rolled his eyes, spinning a drumstick between his fingers before tapping on the practice pad in front of him. “I’m sure she does. Doesn’t mean she could beat me.”

Caroline glared at the disbelieving tone in his voice and placed her hands on her hips. “Care to test that theory?”

Klaus looked up, his rhythm never faltering as he peered at the blonde color guard captain. “I have nothing to prove. I’ve been the MFH band camp beer pong champ for the past three years.”

She glared at him, unable to refute his point.

Caroline didn’t particularly care about beer pong bragging rights; however, she did care about the back seats. Most of the time, band members had to change on the buses before and after competitions. Wiggling in and out of her sometimes skimpy color guard uniform in front of half the band filled with horny teenage boys was incredibly annoying, not to mention the leering looks from the brass section were disgusting.

“At least give me a chance to go against you,” Caroline tried.

Klaus snorted. “You didn’t even make it past the first round last year.”

“I was distracted!”

“Not my problem Lockwood couldn’t stop sucking your neck long enough to let you play, love,” Klaus shot back, smirking at the blush on her face.

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