Now the terrible, stupid thing that Cosmo has done here is they asked guys to submit them on twitter. So these are straight up submissions.
Before we start, can I say that the thing that turns me on most in this world is exploring the secrets of the vagina? The seventeen dark secrets.
Some of my favorites on this list - Number two is, "That early in the morning or tired at night phone voice." Which translates to me of like, 'Can we please just go to bed? Why are you up so early?' Number three, "Girls who swim."
'She's moist all the time, she smells like chlorine. I love it.'
Number eight, all caps, "PAYING FOR YOUR OWN DINNER."
'Mm, got a major boner. She pulls out that visa and this boner just jumps right off.'
'You should see when the guy at Chili's is like, is this together or separate? And she's like, together, but he's with me.'
"If you can spin around while you're riding it." Wheeee!
'It' being your office chair, right? And not your penis because that's not possible.
Number twelve, "A chick that will play PS3 with me."
'While sitting on it and spinning.'
Number seventeen, "Good credit."
Fuckin' stop it.
'Listen baby, uh, we had a special night and you know I'm tryna crush some, gotta see if you can sit and spin, but first I gotta get on freecreditreport.com and just like find out what you're workin' with. Is it in the 500s?'
'Do you have a PDF you could forward to me?'
Manufactured in Paterson, NJ by Colt c.1838-41 at about 500 units .40-42 eight-round cylinder, cap and ball with side-mounted ramrod, internal hammer with cocking ring lever. Note that before the Dragoon revolvers, Colt’s gun where not named after the scene engraved on their cylinder. Probably because naming guns “a centaur sexually harassing a deer” or “kindergarten drawing of a stagecoach robbery” would be fucking stupid. The second model of this rifle, also made by Colt and numerous gunsmiths with loose tolerances, saw the addition of the loading lever which greatly facilitated the reloading process.
A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry I took so long to upload this!! I’m honestly quite surprised that this ended so quickly but well I only did write that the parts where the reader was. However, I am planning to write an epilogue, well, maybe. But for now, enjoy!!
“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize,”
Fury started, raising up a picture of Alexander Pierce, looking at it. “He
said, “Peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” See, it’s stuff
like this that give me trust issues.”
You raised as brow as you crossed your arms
over your chest, watching Fury discard the photo on the table as he leaned
forward. You turn to look at Cap. “We have to stop the launch.”
“I don’t think the Council’s accepting my
calls anymore,” Fury said as he opened a case, three chips sitting inside. You frowned
as Sam took a step forward to look at the chips.
“Once the helicarriers reach three thousand
feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites becoming fully weaponized,”
Maria explained, turning her laptop around to show all of you Project Insight
“We need to breach those carriers and replace
their targeting blades with our own,” Fury continued the explanation as Maria
“One or two won’t cut it. We need to link
all three carriers for this to work, because if even one of those ships remains
operational a whole lot of people are gonna die.”
You stared at the chips before looking up
at Fury, letting out a breath as Fury spoke. “We have to assume everyone aboard
those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get pass them, insert the server blades,
and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what’s left-”
“We’re not salvaging anything,” Steve
spoke, cutting Fury off as you looked at him, his brows furrowed. “We’re not
just taking down the carriers, Nick, we’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with it,” Nick
“You gave me this mission, this is how it
ends,” Steve said, his voice hard. “S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised, you’ve
said so yourself. HYDRA was right under your nose and nobody noticed.”
The Director frowned. “Why do you think we’re
meeting in this cave? I noticed.”
Steve nodded. “And how many paid the price
before you did?”
Fury was silent, glancing side to side
before letting out a sigh, turning to look back at Cap. “Look, I didn’t know
Summary: Seventy years has passed and the world has changed. You thought you were moving on until Steve Rogers asks you for a favor which leads to a discovery that will change everything. So much for retirement. Sequel to “A Girl Worth Fighting For.” Bucky Barnes x Reader
AN: This is very late. And not my favorite, but things need to get moving. I’m not 100% sure on how soon the next part will come out, but hopefully it won’t take as long as this time. Also please remember that I am redoing tags, so if you are not tagged, send me a message to re-tag you.
A soft wind floated through the trees behind you, rustling the leaves and strumming a gentle song. The overhead sun beat down on you like any other day, unaware of the chaos that was going to happen. The world was going to keep turning; the sun would set and rise again, the sky would remain blue and birds would keep singing.
You had expected the world to end in fire and brimstone. The sky would fill with ash and screams would echo across the ruins of every city. Nations would fall, there would be earthquakes and it would rain for centuries after. But the day the world ended, for you, there was snow. It was a day like today, where the sun was shining and there was promise of another sunrise. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were about to live another bright, sunny apocalypse.
Week 4: A story about three siblings Stilinski Triplets AU (Teen Wolf x The Internship x The Maze Runner crossover)
Her brothers were the worst.
She decides that from a young age because she’s the only
girl in a family dominated by men. And the men in her life felt the need to
protect her very existence with each step she took.
Her father is the sheriff in Beacon Hills. The only daughter
of a cop? Of course he would threaten any guy not related by blood with a .45
and a shovel if he got too cozy with her.
The eldest of her brothers is Stiles. Spaz extraordinaire,
too smart for his own good, too sarcastic, and always brimming with comebacks.
Other than their father, he’s the most protective of her. If somehow she
managed to fly under his radar, he’d track her down easily, stalk her and her
dates. If their father couldn’t threaten the guy, Stiles could with the family’s
bat. Of course, the threats didn’t seem too impressive when it was Stiles.
Next was Stuart. Deadpan, sarcastic, forever on his phone.
He was always the one to rat her out
to the rest of the family. She couldn’t even have a burn phone because Stuart
knew his technology and he knew her too well. If Stiles knew all of their dad’s
passwords, Stuart knew hers. She had no privacy all thanks to him.
Finally, there was Thomas. He was the sweetest out of all
her brothers, but still just as overprotective. He was the most athletic,
mostly into track, which meant that if she tried to run, he’d easily catch up to
her. While her father and other two brothers were hell bent on preserving her
innocence, Thomas was the one who was focused on her well-being. He was always
making sure she was okay, not catching a cold, adequately warm, that everything
was in order before she graced something with her presence. If he wasn’t
overprotective, he was just overbearing.
She loves her brothers because that’s undeniable. But as she
stares at the scene in the kitchen, she hates them in that moment.
She had been doing a chemistry experiment with Liam for
their class. She laid out eight glass jar caps on the island bar, each filled
with a different powder and methanol. She and Liam were watching them burn a
different color in awe, and the grin they flashed at each other was the first
thing that Stiles saw.
And then proceeded to freak out.
Which pulled Thomas and Stuart into the room.
And caused Thomas to pull out the kitchen’s fire
extinguisher (that she made their dad install due to one too many accidents) as Stiles tried to smother the flames with
the blanket from the couch.
Now the blanket was black and charred, Liam somehow had a
black eye, the extinguisher lay empty on the floor, Stuart was on the phone
with the fire department, and her seething.
“I swear to god,”
she growls. Her head whirls for the closest thing she can use as a weapon, and
spots a frying pan on the stove. She holds it up for her brothers to see. “I’m
going to kill the three of you.”
Stiles balks. “We were just protecting you!” he yells.
“From what?! A harmless science experiment?!”
“There were flames! You could have gotten seriously hurt!”
“The only one that got seriously hurt was Liam!” She
gestures at her classmate’s grimacing face and the swell of purple that was
slowly getting darker.
Stuart shrugs. “I have a video to prove that Liam put you in
danger and deserved to be hit in the eye.” He holds up his phone. “I already
called dad so he can take Liam’s statement in almost killing you.”
She circles the island bar with the frying pan in hand. They
were twisting the story and making it more exaggerated the more they opened
their mouth. “Stuart, give me your phone.”
Thomas eyes her warily and nods when he catches Stiles’
eyes. He grabs her, shoving her away before hastily grabbing Stuart and running
off. Stiles takes off in the other direction as Thomas yells out, “Run!”
She ends up running after Stiles, a murderous intent in