get offa me

(a very silly scenario that popped into my head lmao)

Kirishima: Hey Bakugou, you have any friends from your old schools you still talk to?

Bakugou: the fuck are friends

Kirishima, looking at him horrified: …………………………………….!!!!!!!

Kirishima: *hugging Bakugou and crying* i’ll be your friend, Bakugou!! *sobs*

Bakugou: *pushing Kirishima away* get the FUCK offa me before i blast your dumbass fucking face off

Todoroki, watching from afar: Friendship sure is amazing, huh?

Kaminari, sweating nervously, watching Bakugou try to murder Kirishima and leaving a path of destruction in his wake: U-uh, yeah… sure….. that’s one way to put it……

Todoroki: I’ve never had friends before….

Kaminari, looking at him horrified: ………………………….!!!!!!!!

Kaminari: *hugging Todoroki and crying* I-I’LL BE YOUR FRIEND, DUDE!!

Todoroki: *blinking and looking quietly happy* U-uh… thanks.

*explosions continue to rage in the background*

thanks to the mic levels of newsies live, we can finally hear the ensembles comments.

including but not limited to:

aw five to one, jack stomps ‘em - ben cook (meeting the delanceys)

hey get offa me - ben cook (meeting the delanceys)

yeah seriously I want more papes - chaz wolcott (davey refused jacks papes)

oooooh oookaaaayy - nick masson (they was coronas)

aww come on - josh burrage (new newsie price)

yeah right - josh burrage (sleeping in a worse neighborhood)

uh I can’t afford that - ben cook (new newsie price)

but I got no choice - josh burrage (maybe we don’t buy papes)

hey hey hey stop touching me - ben cook (les pushes everyone away)

no no thats not what he said - josh burrage (davey mentions a strike)

aww gee im touched - jeremy jordan (i nominate jack president)

nice - chaz wolcott (unioned we stand)

does anyone knows whats happening? - Anthony zas (discussing the strike)

yeah alright race - chaz wolcott (pleasure to tell weasel myself)

aww siddown - jeremy jordan (how’d she know my name)

wait really - josh burrage (you’d make the front page)

what? I liked it - josh burrage (crutchie’s strike sign)

we can handle ‘em - chaz wolcott (scabs arrive)

ah you’ll still smell - nico dejesus (last in time for the tub)

whats he saying - michael dameski (ya erster)

thats an oyster race - everyone (ya erster)

all right albert - nick masson (broom dance)

get ‘em - ben fankhauser (spoon battle)

spoon fight!! - josh burrage, nico dejesus, nick masson and ethan steiner (spoon battle)

thats it? - ben fankhauser (kara’s first tap solo)

thats pathetic - chaz wolcott (kara’s first tap solo)

ya gotta be kidding me - michael dameski (kara’s first tap solo)

that’s not right - ben fankhauser (jordan’s speed taps)

we made the front page - iain young (king of new york dance break)

he’s a sellout - nick masson (jacks betrayal)

guys! - ethan steiner (Jeremy and kara’s kiss)

lookout - nico dejesus (finale turns)

**feel free to add your own**

The “Fun”dant Thief

Hello everyone! I’ve noticed that a lot of people have been down in the dumps lately. So I’ve wrote this light-hearted tickle fic of the sides that I’m hoping will lift your spirits. I certainly couldn’t stop grinning and giggling while writing this, and I hope you won’t either while reading it.

This was supposed to be a drabble, but it turned out to be longer than my 1,000 word limit, but still I hope you enjoy.

The “Fun”dant Thief

(Ships): None

Words ~ 1,971 ~

It was a very uplifting day in the mind palace. Virgil was in reality working one-on-one with Thomas to help sort some things out that he had been struggling with in the past, leaving the other three to tend to their own matters. Everyone had grown closer as friends because of their escapade in Virgil’s room and getting along much better than in the previous videos. But, this was the first time that only Virgil had left. What would become of the mind palace if the darker trait wasn’t there to balance things out? Well, for one thing, Patton had become much more giddy and daring.


For no reason in particular, Logan felt he needed to bake a cake. He had already mixed everything together with little to no mess, and the batter was now rising in the oven. He still didn’t understand why he was baking a cake or why at this moment he had a sweet tooth, but he ‘rolled’ with it.

Once the timer went off, he opened the drawer to look for the oven mitts, only to find they were all gone. His eyes widened slowly as he began to frantically search for pot holders. He was only able to find one, so he used some cloth rags for a second, make-shift potholder. Logan quickly grabbed the cake out, set it down gently, and turned the oven off. With a sigh of relief, he checked his masterpiece confirming that it had not been burnt.

The cake must have smelled good because the other two aspects slinked into the kitchen, trying to find the source of the wonderful aroma.

“You’re gonna share that right?”

Logan turned around to find both Roman and Patton staring, drooling at the cake.

“What makes you think I will?” Logan crossed his arms, looking defiantly at them.

“Sharing is caring.” Patton licked his lips as he began to sneak towards the unfrosted cake.

“No!” Roman held him back. “It’s not even decorated yet Patton! You can’t just dig into an undressed cake! While thats just savagery! At least give it decent protection first!!”

Patton pouted while Logan nodded, agreeing to Roman’s argument. “Then perhaps we can make a compromise. If you both aid me in decorating this cake, then you can each have a piece.”

“Two pieces?” Roman wiggled his eyebrows at him, getting a “don’t push it” look from Logan in return. “Bwahahaha!” Roman heartily laughed. “I’m just joking Mr. SmartyPants.”

Patton jumped up and down for joy. “YES DECORATING!!!!!” He ran to the pantry to grab out the frosting, sprinkles, and other items needed for the so called ‘dressing of the cake’. He came back, arms full, and set everything down on the table. He was about to open a can of frosting when it was snatched out of his hands by Roman.

“No Patton. We are NOT putting you in charge of the frosting again. Remember what happened last time?” Logan reminded the giggling aspect while the Fanciful trait passed the object of attention to him.

“This whole thing was gone. In less than five minutes.” Roman pointed to the can of frosting that Logan was now holding.

“And don’t let us catch you eating the decorating candies either or there will be no cake for you.” Logan opened the can and began spreading out the first layering of frosting.

“You can help me decorate, Patton!” Roman exclaimed excitedly. He handed him a bag of chocolate chips. Patton huffed slightly, annoyed that he wasn’t getting his way, but he had a sneaky plan in mind.

It had been a couple minutes into the Dressing of the Cake and everything was going smoothly. Roman was decorating away while Logan gave his input, mostly to have it shot down by the egotistical Prince. By complete accident, the two aspects had left the tubes of icing unattended giving Patton the opportunity to grab one of them. Of course he grabbed Roman’s favorite color: red. Whether he just wanted to stir up trouble, or he legit wasn’t afraid of anything, even Patton didn’t know the answer. What he did know, however, is he wanted that icing and he wanted it bad.

With the fondant in his hands, he carefully slinked away trying not to make a sound. He wasn’t as successful as he would have hoped.

“Patton?” The childish trait turned around and faced the two aspects who were currently staring at what he had in his hands. Foolishly, Patton had forgotten to hide his secret treat. Instantly, Patton put on an innocent face and hid it behind his back. Morality knew they had seen it, but he was having fun being troublesome.

“Oh hi! I was just leaving…” He pointed in the direction he was originally going and began to back away.

Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose while Roman began cracking his knuckles. The fanciful trait then leaned over and whispered into the other aspect’s ear. Logan turned his head back to Roman and nodded. “Yes. I suppose that can be arranged. Patton. In the words of Roman, you’re dead.”

Patton literally bolted. He ran like his life depended on it.

“Ill take left! You go right! We’ll meet in the middle.”


The chase was on. While Roman ran after Patton, Logan took the other way around hoping to cut him off somehow, allowing the fanciful trait to catch him. And this is exactly what happened. Logan hid behind a corner as he heard Patton’s squeals make their way to his location. At the last second he jumped out, stopping the icing-stealing trait in his tracks. As he was stunned, this granted roman enough time to scoop the aspect up and throw him over his shoulder.

Logan swiftly grabbed the icing out of his hands and put it back on the kitchen counter where it belonged.

“Ohoho!! Thought you could get away didn’t ‘cha?” Roman teased as he walked to the living room with Logan close behind.

“Nooooooo!!!! Let me gooooooooo!!!” Patton was smiling, undoubtedly happy that he got caught, but he was afraid of what they were going to do to him.

“It is too late for that, Patton. If you didn’t want to be caught, then you don’t steal in the first place.” It seemed that Logan couldn’t hide a grin either, which made Patton very nervous.

The first thing Roman did when he got to the living room, was chuck Patton onto the couch, then proceeded to straddle his hips. Logan sat down on a different couch and decided to watch from afar.

“Rooommmaaaannn!!! Get offa me!!” Patton tried to push the fanciful trait off of him, but to no avail, couldn’t even budge him.

Roman chuckled and trapped Morality’s hands under his knees, preventing movement. “Uh-uh-uh. I was serious when I said that I would win at physical fighting. Perhaps, this will teach you not to toy with me. As I recall, ask the dragon witch, she knows the drill you’re screwed. Royally!”

Patton’s eyes widened as Roman wiggled his fingers teasingly over the captive trait, before diving his hands straight in to squeeze his sides.

Laughter instantly bubbled from the dad aspect’s mouth. Apparently his arms were not restricted enough, because they got free and tried to protect himself from Roman’s wiggling hands.

Roman grunted as Patton fought him off. “Oi! FitBit! Get over here and help!” Rolling his eyes, the logical aspect calmly got up and held Patton’s arms above him, giving more access to the current tickle monster.

“Logaahahahahahahahn!!! Nooohohohoho!!!”

“Aha!!! A window of opportunity!!” Roman retrieved his hold on Patton’s sides, squeezing up into his armpits and back down.

Poor Patton was already beside himself with laughter. He wiggled desperately trying to get away, but he was weakening by the second, and the fact that both aspects were hell bent on punishing him didn’t help either.

Pretty soon he felt both of his arms shift to being held by only one of Logan’s hands. Suddenly, Patton snorted as a third hand joined the tickling assault, scratching at the inside of his right armpit. Morality looked up to see Logan trying to suppress a smirk on his face.

“Keep it up Logan! I’ll go for his tummy next!”

“Noooooooohohohohoho!!! I dooohohohnttt wahahahahnt iiihihihit!!!”

“Too bad, so sad. I’m glad, you’re mad.” Roman didn’t hesitate as he scribbled his fingers over Patton’s shirt. Patton let a tiny squeal out before his higher pitched giggles began to escape.

“Awwww! That was so cute. For being the dad, Patton, you certainly could use a deeper voice.”

“You realize we all have the same voice right?”

“Shut up NVidia! No one asked you.” Roman’s hands then journeyed their way underneath Patton’s shirt and began grazing his ribs. Even worse, Logan’s elbows were holding down Patton’s hands with ease while his hands circled both of Morality’s armpits.

“Nohohohohohohohoh Fahahahahahir!!! Hehehehehehlp!!! Someoneeeeeeee!! EEEHheehehehehe!!!”

“Just face it Patton. No one will be coming. The knight in shining armor that would be saving you, is actually torturing you. Muahahahah!!!” Roman gave an evil laugh as he poked and pushed Patton’s belly button with one hand while reaching behind him and squeezing one of his knees with the other.

Patton was now shrieking instead of laughing. Both of the aspects had to stop tickling and cover their ears because Patton’s screams were so shrill.

A certain feeling suddenly circled the air. Thomas had heard Patton’s screams. Looks of panic were exchanged between the two ticklers.

“Oh shi-I mean. Roman! Finish it up and hurry!”

“On it!” Roman took a deep breath and blew right on Patton’s tummy causing one last squeal to escape his lips as the parental trait laid back breathless, seemingly endless giggles still pooling out of his mouth.

Roman jumped off of Patton and ran with Logan back to the kitchen. As soon as they arrived, Thomas and Virgil suddenly materialized in the kitchen.

“What the hell is going on!? Why was Patton screaming?!” Virgil was obviously in an angry state of confusion.

“Is he alright? What happened!?” Thomas was in a less angry, but more confused state than Virgil.

“It’s alright-

“He’s fine-

“We were just-”

“-Having a tickle fight!” All eyes turned to look at the figure who was leaning against the entrance of the kitchen, red in face, panting and breathless.

“Patton?” Virgil and Thomas asked together.

“Ohohoho no! There was no tickle fighting involved.” Roman stated. “It was two against one.”

Despite how tired he was, Patton giggled mischievously. “I know. There’s a reason why I said ‘“having” a tickle fight.’” He laughed evilly, raised his fingers up, and ran at his two prior torturers.

“You’re on your own, Motherboard!” Roman ran away first and was out of the kitchen faster than someone could say that super long word from Mary Poppins that not even the author knows how to spell correctly.

Logan instantly took out his vocabulary cards and threw them at Patton, eveloping the whole kitchen in a cloud of white temporarily stunning the parental trait. Logan grabbed the first card he could get his hands on and quickly followed Roman’s footsteps. “I am not dealing with this dipshit!”

Morality recovered and ran after him. “Language Logan!”

This left Virgil and Thomas in the kitchen as the shouting, laughing, squealing, and other weird noises reverberated all over the mind palace.

“How often does this happen?” Thomas turned to Virgil.

“Never…” Virgil mumbled, almost jealous of the bonding session the other traits were having without him. There was once again silence between Thomas and Anxiety, as various crashes from the others’ antics rang about, killing any ounce of peace and quiet that had previously rested in the mind palace.

Thomas shifted from side to side, slightly uncomfortable, but his nervousness changed into delight as he glanced to his left.

“Oooh! Cake!”


Dear friend,

You know who you are! I hope this cheered you up. <3


::One out of many I’ve been writing all at once today, I’m so happy to have those followers to tell me that taking my time is fine. Love you guys. I don’t remember ever listing a prompt like this. This is so cute that i just had to write it.::


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“ So, you’ve been tellin’ everybody I’ve been sleepin’ with ya, huh? Well that explains it! That’s why these people treat me like some dime-store floozy. They think I’m screwin’ the boss! Oooh, and you just love it, don’t you? It gives you some sort of cheap thrill like knockin’ over pencils and pickin’ up papers! Get your scummy hands offa me! Look I’ve been straight with you since the first day I got here, and I’ve put up with all of your pinchin’ and starin’ and chasin’ me around the desk because I need this job. But this is the last straw! Look, I’ve got a gun out there in my purse. Up until now I’ve been forgivin’ and forgettin’ because of the way I was brought up, but I’ll tell you one thing. If you ever say another word about me or make another indecent proposal, I’m gonna get that gun of mine, and I’m gonna change you from a rooster to a hen with one shot! And don’t think I can’t do it.

Michael Shannon auditions for the role of Doralee in “9 to 5″ (x

Soft klance 4 the soul
  • play wrestling and then keith pins lance to the ground (cue sexual tension) and with a wicked grin, falls on lance with a big ‘fwump!’
    • gET oFFA ME!!!
    • (muffled pretend snoring)
  • whenever they land onto a peaceful planet- lance instantly goes into ‘Get Keith a Present’ mode
    • previous presents include:
      • a rock that reminded lance of keith’s eyes
        • keith keeps it in his pocket 
          • rubs his thumb over it whenever he’s anxious
            • reminds him he’s never alone- he’ll always have lance
      • a bag full of local ‘candy’ lance thought would be fun to try out together
        • their tongues were purple for WEEKS
          • lance kept making ‘blue + red’ jokes the whole time
        • but keith still insists on stealing lances and lance has had enOUGH
          • (real reason lance can’t stand it is because whenever he sees keith wear it, he has to physically walk out of the room and hyperventilate into a bag)
            • this kills a man
  • keith can keep a straight face through anything
    • and he knows this
    • so he keeps surprising lance with spontaneous date nights
      • keith plans this shit to a T (fancy chef hunk dinner, cute activity, perfect spot for ‘watching’ the sun set)
    • lance never suspects a fucking thing my dude
      • and that face that lance makes whenever keith surprises him
        • keith would kill a man to protect that face
  • lance and keith occasionally play this game they made up
    • see how long it takes to clear the room with just lovesick staring alone
      • keith & lance immediatly as they sit down:
        • target spotted
      • pidge: they’re dOING IT AGAIN
      • shiro has banned staring
Blanket War - A Supernatural Fic

Author’s note: Happy Birthday, @thebest-medicine ! I’m sorry this fic is so late, but I hope it’s alright! 

Description: Dean and Cas are having a movie night, but things go awry when Dean won’t share the blanket.

Wordcount: 1,117


“Dean, give it back.”

“Sorry, what?”

“The blanket. You’ve stolen a considerable amount.”

“Oh, come on, Cas. Angels don’t need blankets.”

“My vessel had acclimatised to the temperature over the past half an hour – I feel cold now.”

Castiel frowned, reaching across the sofa to retrieve the fabric which had earlier insulated both hunter and seraph. Neither party had intended the movie night to happen, yet when Dean had collapsed on the couch after returning home, he seemed incapable of movement. The quiet of the bunker was somewhat unsettling – for once, everything was peaceful. It was late, Sam having already turned in for the night, leaving Dean and Cas with the TV blaring softly. However, Dean had developed a case of the fidgets, growing increasingly restless over time. Until, having had enough of sharing, he managed to pull the blanket so it was no longer covering the both of them. The freckled grin that greeted Cas as he attempted to regain the bedding was smug to say the least, Dean’s hand repeatedly snatching the blanket just out of reach.


“Yes, Cas?”

“Give it-Dean!” The angel let out a small growl as he pounced onto Dean, one arm outstretched and grappling for the blanket.

“Get offa me!” Each fighting to gain the upper hand, the pair of them descended into a pile of limbs, the only discernible part being the bedding that remained suspended out of reach. With a small humph at the childishness of the situation, Cas grabbed Dean’s hip and pushed himself towards the blanket, other arm reaching upwards, ready to grab his victory-

A sharp yelp sounded, and Cas found himself tumbling downwards as the hunter beneath him seemed to disappear entirely, dislodging his supporting hand. The seraph landed, confused, on the cushions once more, and frowned at Dean – the hunter was sprawled on the floor, entangled in blanket.

“Dean! Did I hurt you?”

“N-no, no, Cas, I’m fine.”

“What happened?” Head tilting comically, the angel regarded his human, bemusement lacing through his eyes when the freckled brunette sat up and refused to meet his gaze.

“Nothing, it just…felt weird.” Dean was blushing, Cas noticed. The seraph watched with curiosity as he clambered back onto the couch and glared at him.

“What are you lookin’ at?” The Winchester muttered, tossing part of the blanket in Cas’ direction. Ignoring the confrontation, Castiel persisted, shifting closer to his human as he spoke.

“What do you mean it ‘felt weird’?”

“Just drop it, C-AS!” A swift jab from said angel, and Dean was huddled against the cushions, one hand covering his torso defensively. Something clicked for Cas, and he turned to glance at his friend with amusement, a smile playing on his lips.

“You’re ticklish.”

“No!” He didn’t need mind reading power to know Dean was lying - the truth was already in the blush that tinted his cheeks and ears. In a split second, he was above his Hunter, pinning Dean to the couch and observing the green eyes that refused to meet his gaze, and oh gosh his eyes were so much brighter when he was blushing-

“Cas, I’m warning you,” The hollow threat drew Cas back out of his own thoughts. The Winchester’s face was an endearing mix of nerves and mirth, and the angel had to look away when Dean bit his lip in an anticipatory smile.

“You stole my blanket,” A grin playing on his features, Castiel let out a playful growl before pinching Dean’s sides, his legs blocking all escape routes.

Bright laughter immediately filled the room as the hunter threw his head back, eyes creasing at the corners whilst his hands pulled at Cas’ wrists.

“Cahahas! Nohohoho! Stahap!”

“‘No stop’ is grammatically incorrect - but, since you asked nicely, I suppose I’ll continue.”

“Nahahahaha! Nahat what ihi meheant! AH! Cas, Cas…please. Don’t.” Frozen like a deer in headlights, Dean glared warily at his angel’s hands, which had stopped tickling in favour of resting just above his hips. His reaction earned a brief eyebrow raise, followed by a worryingly mischievous smirk.

“Is it that bad?”

“Y-yes, Cas, please-”

“Oh, good. Then you’ll be sorry for taking the blanket.” Wasting no time, Castiel grabbed his friend’s torso and wriggled his fingertips in tandem over the skin, adding a tiny flutter of his grace for good measure.

  The cacophony of shrieking, hysterical laughter that exploded from Dean was music to his ears. A giggle escaped the angel as the squirming Hunter beneath him let out an undignified squeal when Cas’ grace reached his navel.

“NAHAHA! CAHAHAHAS! PLEHEHEHEHAHA!” Hands flailing futilely, Dean threw his head back, allowing the laughter to pour from his vessel like liquid joy. The Seraph watching him merely smiled, sending out more grace and relishing in the shriek it warranted.

“I’ll stop if you apologise,” He bargained, switching to lightly spidering his nails over the buzzing nerve endings.

“SHIH*T! CAHAHAHAS!” Dean’s legs kicked out, feet scrambling on the couch in a mission to distract himself from the torture.


“PLEHEHEHAHA! PLEHEHEASE!” The Winchester’s eyes were screwed shut, a quite frankly adorable smile plastered onto his features that left the room glowing.

“You want me to stop?”


“Then apologise!”


“Alright. Just remember, you asked for it.” Castiel gave an amused sigh, celestial waves of Grace radiating outwards from his fingers and snaking into his human’s vessel, eliciting a series of shrieks that sent his heart soaring. Every few seconds, a snort would punctuate the giggles, tears of mirth leaking from Dean’s eyes. He shook his head slightly, laughter reaching a peak before descending into silence, his hands pushing weakly at Cas’ wrists. With a considerable amount of reluctancy, the brunette withdrew his mojo, leaving Dean nothing more but a blushing, giggling mess.

“Are you going to say sorry?”

“Fine, whahatever, I’m sorry.”

  Castiel raised his hands once more, the fingers twitching threateningly.

“Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Dohon’t!”

“Fine,” Grinning, Castiel moved out the way, grabbing the blanket and turning his attention to the screen again. Dean huffed, a blush dusting his cheeks as he shuffled over and leant on the angel’s shoulder. The pair sat in silence for all of a few moments before the hunter turned to smirk mischievously at his angel.

“Cas, you forgot something.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Nobody - and I mean nobody - tickles a Winchester and gets away with it.” The flash of an evil grin was the last thing Cas saw before he was tackled to the cushions, hands pinned. A pair of glinting green eyes smiled down at him.

“Dean, wait - no, don’t! DEAN!”

 Needless to say, neither Cas nor Dean would get much movie-watching done that night.

Best Girl {Iwaizumi and Oikawa}

“Hey, Hajime, settle something for us,” you say as you approach Iwaizumi’s desk followed by Oikawa.

His eye twitches. Any time you said “settle something for us,” Iwaizumi was forcefully subjected to whatever idiotic dribble you and Oikawa were bickering about. Today, he is sure that what you are preparing to say will be no different. You place your hands on his desk, and Oikawa is smiling that dumbass smile behind you.

“Which one of us is best girl? Me or Tooru?”


“Yeah, Iwa-chan, who’s best girl? It has to be me, right?”

“Yeah, right. Hajime, it’s me, isn’t it?”

Iwaizumi pinches the bridge of his nose, “What the hell are you two talking about?”

Oikawa rests his elbow on your shoulder and waves his finger at Iwaizumi, “You know, your best girl, your waifu. And that’s me. Sorry, (Name)-chan.”

“No way, Tooru! I’m so much cuter than you! Hajime, tell him he’s wrong.”

“Oh, (Name)-chan, you’re much too inexperienced to be Iwa-chan’s best girl. Cuteness has nothing to do with it.”

“Please, cuteness has everything to do with it!”

You and Oikawa are both standing chest to chest, measuring who would be the best girl as he watches on. Iwaizumi rubs his eyelids and groans. Who even argues about this? You push your chest against his as Oikawa laughs, effectively riling you up even more. Iwaizumi stands abruptly and simultaneously chops both of your heads. You yip with pain as you rub the top of your head while Oikawa whines about his bitten tongue. Iwaizumi sighs and runs his hands down his face. 

“Don’t be idiots, but I guess if it really matters…” he turns to the side as a light blush tints his cheeks, “You both would be my best girl. You know I could never choose between you.”

Oikawa blinks owlishly, and you mimic his action. So cute!

You fling your arms around Iwaizumi’s torso, “Hajime, that was so cute!”

“Iwa-chan is so adorable!” Oikawa sings as he snuggles up against him. 

“Get offa me, you idiots.”

High School Days (Introduction)


 Avengers High School
Warnings: None
Notes: High School Days Masterlist. Hey guys… so here it is… the first part of my High School AU series! This is just kind of an introductory part, it’ll get into the real stuff in the next bit. Thankyou so much to everyone that helped me with ideas for this, @elegantgardenchaos, @mrs-quicksilver, @fandomcosmos and all of you that submitted your ideas! I hope you enjoy it, and your feedback is always welcomed!

“Marvel High is one of the most prestigious schools in the state, not only do we pride ourselves on furthering the academic capabilities of the bright young minds that attend this institution, but we also produce some of the most capable and hardworking young people in the country.” The balding man babbled, you think he’d said his name was Mr. Coulson, but honestly you couldn’t remember that far back into the conversation. He seemed perfectly nice, a little over enthusiastic maybe, but that wasn’t always necessarily a bad thing. Picking at the hem of your t-shirt you mindlessly nodded along to Coulson’s rant, even though in reality you’d stopped listening what seemed like hours ago. Letting your eyes drift over the multiple cases of trophies you wondered where exactly you’d fit in at this school. They seemed to have awards and prizes for everything from archery to mechanics, and from what this Coulson guy had been saying almost every student had their own specialty in which they excelled.

“Miss L/N?” The blonde woman on the reception desk called, causing your head to turn in her direction. Standing up you headed over to the desk, murmuring in acknowledgment. “Here we have your timetable, as well as a list of extra curriculars.” The lady smiled, sliding over a small pack. “Thank you.” You nodded, quickly tucking the pieces of paper under your arm. “I assume you’ve already spoken to the administrator about your electives?” She asked, glancing at the computer screen in front of her. “Oh yes, thank you.” You smiled back, nodding your head slightly. “Okay good then, is there anything else I can help you with?” The receptionist asked kindly. “Um, do you know where the student parking lot is?” You queried, brow furrowed slightly.  “Oh yes, I nearly forgot.” She smiled, quickly passing you over a map of the school. “This should help you, though if you do find yourself lost then don’t hesitate to come and find me.” Returning the ladies smile you left with a murmured thank you.

Standing on the edge of the parking lot, you glanced over your timetable. Most of your classes were fine, with the exception of Algebra (that was just going to drag.) “What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” A familiar voice spoke cockily, snapping you out of your daze. “I was gonna ask you the same thing.” You smirked, looking up into the face of your best friend. “Ohh you wound me sweetheart.” He grinned, clutching his chest. “Oh yeah, I’m sure you’ll never be the same again.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes at his exaggerated actions. Pulling you into a bear hug he just chuckled as you squirmed to get free. “Get offa’ me Buck.” You giggled, pushing him away slightly. “You really know how to hurt a man’s feelings, you know that?” He smirked, looping an arm over your shoulders. “Oh yeah, might be a good idea to take you down a few pegs.” You grinned, pushing him in the stomach lightly. “So…” Bucky grinned, looking up at the large school in front of you, “You’re officially a member of Marvel High now then?” He smirked looking back down at you. “ I guess so.” You shrugged, wrapping an arm around Bucky’s waist.

Part 2


This is a request from the dear @fatedeniedhope : Obviously female s/o doesn’t realize that Reaper is interested in her, she been usually a second choice for most ppl. Then actually realize his innuendo actually mean something, cue blushing and stuttering. “ I think omega would be a better choice, I’m a beta . I won’t be able to satisfy a alpha , I wouldn’t know what to do any way.” Here’s my swing at it

You fell back hard into the chair in the Talon common’s area, dragging a hand over your face with a heavy sigh. Most days, you were perfectly content and happy being a beta; it granted you a cloak of invisibility from the hyperdominant posturing of Alphas and made it easy for you to communicate and relate to Omegas without either of you feeling pressure to make a move on one another. Today, though, you wished you were anything but. Betas were ‘useful’ to have around, especially in an organization filled to the brim with more Alphas and omegas than anyone could count.

Betas could charm two Alphas into backing down without getting your throat torn out in a display of clashing dominance or cowing from their aggression like an omega might. Being a beta-O, you could approach unpaired omegas in heat and calm them down and get them to the nurse for suppressants or wait with them comfortingly until their Alpha came to retrieve them. You had separated two fights earlier that day, escorted one omega to the medbay and been absolutely assaulted and coated by the pheromones of an omega whose Alpha wouldn’t be back til that evening. An hour long shower late, plus special soap, and you still had a lingering stench of that omega on you from earlier. It would subside given time but it irritated your sense; your nose itching and sneezing every so often. Maybe a bit of holo-vids would take you mind off of it…


A shiver rolled down your spine and you prayed that he didn’t see it, but the quiet chuckle that sounded from behind you revealed otherwise. You tilted your head all the way back until you caught sight of Reaper, licking your lips unconsciously as you caught sight of him. This was a two-fold rare treat; one, seeing him in completely casual wear and two, being the focus of his attention if his eyes travelling over your body was any indicator. He wore a tight black shirt and a pair of sweats that were probably supposed to be loose but clung to his thighs hungrily. You had notices that the Reaper had been paying you special attention as of late, sharing short conversations, asking how you were doing, visiting you when you had a graveyard shift and he was on base.

But you had already quelled any hope he had any real interest in you…He was just being…polite, definitely polite. Even now, it was more than likely he was smelling the leftover vestiges of that random omega’s pheromones. Another thing to add to the ever growing list of reasons why you hated being a beta, you would never be as appealing as an omega, especially to an apex alpha like Reaper. Standing up with a sigh, you turned on your heel and forced a respectful, yet kind smile to your face.

“Hi there”, you said simply, suddenly feeling shy as you pushed a lock of hair behind your ear. His gaze was eating you up, probably because of scent you mind reminded you to crush the rise of hope that threatened to bubble up again. “Uh…how’re you?”

“Good”, he said in that low, rumbling tone of his that made you shiver again, this time not even trying to hide it. You were pinned in place as you watched the taller man dip his head down towards the side of your neck where your scent glands were and taking a deep breath. You watched him, hands balling into unsure fists at your side as you watched his scarred feature crinkle in confusion. He pulled back but didn’t stand all the way up, hovering over you slightly, the occasional tendril of smoke floating off of him. His lips twitched downward ever so slightly into a frown. “You smell different.”

“Oh”, you said quickly, lightly pulling at your shirt with a mirthless laugh and a shrug. You glanced back his way, seeing that he was still studying you with those blood red eyes of his. There were times that you wished that he wasn’t a man of such few words and expressions, the neutral scowl he had only twitching up and down every so often. It’s probably because your scent was throwing off the ‘tantalizing’ smell of someone else’s heat. “Was a referee and therapist today, y’know Jill of all trades. Seems that I can’t get Janikowski’s pheromones offa me but hey, what can you do?”

“I could help you with that.”

Gabe stood back to full height, this time a small smirk tugging at his lips as you stared up at him before you started laughing. You snorted once before dissolving into a set of giggles, shaking your head slightly and giving the Alpha a humored smirk. It was kind of him to joke with you at least a little bit, although a part of your mind loved the idea of him holding you, nuzzling you, absolutely drenching you in his heady scent. Your face burned as you shook your head again, more to dispel those thoughts and the creeping blush.

“Oh haha”, you said with a snort, even going so far as to lightly touch his shoulder, boldness accompanying your mild incredulity. “What’re you gonna do, scent me til it all goes away?”

“Exactly”, he said with a smirk, taking half a step closer to you as your jaw dropped. “You going to object?”

“Wh-What”, you stammered, tripping over your words, mouth opening and closing in shock as your face began to burn. You tried to laugh but the sound that came out of your mouth sounded more choked as your mind tried to calculate what he was saying. “Y-y-you scent m-me? Hahaha…y-you’re…you’re serious?”

This is the closest you had ever been to seeing a smile on Reaper’s face as the scared man chuckled, muscular arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. He was absolutely eating this up.

“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t like it”, he answered back, confident energy rolling off of him and hitting you squarely in the chest, knocking out what remained of pheromones. Sandalwood, spice and something heavier that made your tongue feel thick in your mouth, unable to talk. He leaned forward and took a half sniff, chuckling gruffly in his throat. “You smell like you’d want nothing more.”

This had to be a joke, right? Like, he couldn’t really overlook all the other, much more attractive omegas this base had to offer.

“Haha”, you forced out weakly, feeling like you might swoon at his smirk, his energy. “Wouldn’t an omega be a better choice? If you hadn’t noticed, I am a beta. I ha-haven’t been in a heat in like eight months…I won’t be able to satisfy an alpha. Not in the same way way an ‘o’ would, y’know… H-Hell, I wouldn’t know what to do anyway!”

Your hand jumped up to your mouth as you realized you had said too much, revealing that you had never laid with an alpha before. It felt like your face had been engulfed in an inferno, although your heart tugged as you saw another small smirk cross his lips as his hand reached out and grabbed your chin gently.

“Don’t worry mamita”, he stated simply, tilting your face from side to side to soak up more of your appearance. “I like you and I’d be more than happy to teach you.”

They grow up so fast

I finally managed to write something lmao. i wanted to write more summer drabbles but this happened after I talked to @onetruetea and its really dumb lol

“Help me please.” Kuroko whined pitifully.

Kagami did not react.

Kuroko managed to free one hand and wave it desperately to get this attention. Kagami stayed unfazed as he read his magazine, completely indifferent to Kuroko’s desperate situation.

“Taiga-kun.” Kuroko gasped as he managed to free his face and not suffocate entirely.

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