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Code Red

Requested by Anon.

Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Steve.

Tony: Get your ass down here right now! We might need your shield. She still hasn’t come out of her room. We only saw her this morning for a few minutes and she barely spoke to us.

Steve: Tony, listen.

Tony: I’m worried, this is unlike her.

Steve: Tony.

Tony: Do you think she’s sick? She’d tell us though, right? But then again, Y/N is so strong!

Steve: Hold on.

Tony: Too many missions have increased her pain tolerance! She could be in pain and not even know it!

Steve: Listen to me.

Tony: What if she contracted a virus on our last mission?! What if she’s quarantining herself?!

Steve: I don’t think it’s that.

Tony: Worse! What if she’s sad?!

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: We have a code blue!

Thor: Is it Lady Y/N?!

Vision: This can’t be happening!

Tony: Get the emergency cheer up items!

Vision: We must find the source of her sadness and end it!

Steve: I don’t think it’s any of that!

Tony: She’s being mind controlled?!

Vision: Damn you, Charles! Y/N will never join the X-Men!

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Chapter Four [Beyond the Sunrise, LMMxReader]

Summary: Your long-awaited college graduation calls for a celebration.

Word Count: 3,005

Warnings: Drinking, slow burn.

Authors notes:  Sab - This was a huge one for us to write (I mean, just look at the word count) and this was a long time coming for us, we hope you enjoy it!

Ren - My latino heart is so happy with this chapter (you’ll soon see it why), this one was a chapter Sab and I were super excited to get to, hope you guys like it! <3

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High school graduation never felt monumental to you. Sure, you’d be saying goodbye to a few good friends, but you still had your entire life ahead of you. You had a plan. Four years at NYU, studying and working to pay your bills. Stephen was an unexpected surprise, but he definitely gave you some stability.

You had a four year plan. Your high school brain tricked you into thinking four years would pass much slower than they did. As you stared at your neatly pressed graduation gown, the cap and tassel sitting on your dresser, you couldn’t help but feel like four years was a simple blink of an eye.

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I Come With Knives (Part 1)

Warning: talks of torture

Pairing: Avengers Team x Hydra!Reader


She sat in the middle of two S.H.I.E.L.D agents and across from two more S.H.I.E.L.D agents handcuffed, why was she handcuffed? She was told to be dangerous, she was a monster a criminal and lets not forget an H.Y.D.R.A agent. One of their best agents actually.

So when S.H.I.E.L.D caught news of this H.Y.D.R.A agent they knew that they had to be stopped, but something was off with this girl. Throughout the whole helicopter ride to S.H.I.E.L.D new base she wore a cat like smile, but this one was more sinister.

The agents on the helicopter were getting uncomfortable with just her very presents, after all who wouldn’t. After hearing about what she had done and still does to people would make anyone uncomfortable.


(Y/n) smiled at the double window mirror, she knew the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers were on the other side of that mirror. Her smile never once faded on her blood painted lips. Her light blooded stained teeth shone with the light reflectioned off of them.

It’s almost as if she knew what was about to happen. “Agent Romanoff and Agent Rogers it’s time to go in there.” Agent Hill said now standing in the door way a disgusted look was written across her face. She knew what that women in there had done to some of S.H.I.E.L.D best agents and some innocents who had gotten caught into her ‘web’ as she liked to call it.

Steve and Natasha exchanged looks before heading out of the metal door and into the room next door. This conversation could go two ways, good or either bad.


(Y/n)’s who’s (e/c) eyes were focused on her hands didn’t even look up to greet the two Avengers who had suddenly walked into the room. Her smile wasn’t on her lips anymore she knew what they were wanted from her, and she wasn’t about to give them any of the answers they needed.

Before the two Avengers could speak a cold raspy voice spoke out within the room, “It’s always same with you good guys.”, she splat out her eyes now meeting the two Avengers who stared at her from across the room.
“Who are you?”, “Why do you work for H.Y.D.R.A?”, “What are you planning?”, “But my favorite of them all of what you’re thinking Mr.Rogers, Why did you kill all those people?”

Steve stared intensively at her, she was different from how he imagined her to be. He had thought she would be like Bucky just brainwashed into doing all this but after reading her file Steve knew she wasn’t, she did this for her own enjoyment on her own time.

“Well my darling Avengers, why don’t you ask your dear friend James.”


The Avengers hadn’t made a sound since she had said Bucky’s first name, they knew that bringing up Bucky’s past in H.Y.D.R.A was an sensitive topic for him but not only him for Steve too.

“How do you know about him?”

The team could practically hear the growing anger in Steve’s voice as he asked the question, the same sinister cat like smile appeared back onto her face again. She looked almost pleased that Steve had asked her that, almost like she wanted him too.

And to be honest she did want him to, she wanted to destroy him from the inside about what she had done to Bucky back at the H.Y.D.R.A base a few years back.

“Oh my darling Captain”, she paused for a moment before staring into Steve’s hardening bright blue eyes, “Do you really wanna know?”

She playfully asked him one of her curved eyebrows were raised.

“Tell me.” Steve’s voice was much more colder this time.

Her sinister smile seem to have grown on her (s/c) face, she snap her hands upwards in a quick movement the cuffs now laying on the metal table. Agent Romanoff had her gun now pointed toward the head waiting for to make any sudden moments, but Steve hadn’t flinched one bit at the sudden movement.

(Y/n) leaned forward toward Steve her hands folded on the table each hand holding each other, now somewhat leaning against the table (y/n)’s voice came out in more of a hushed tone.

“Why don’t I show you?”


All went blank for Steve his mind, body and eyes. For a moment all he could see was darkness until he opened up his blue eyes. Realising that his body was laying on a floor in the middle of an hallway he quickly stood up, that’s when he heard a voice speak.

“Bring her in!” The voice commanded. Steve turned toward the door which was half way open and placed his hand in front of him to push it open but was surprised when his hand went through.

Quickly pulling his hand back in shock he head approaching footsteps, having to think quickly he walked right through the door in front of him and couldn’t believe his eyes.

In the middle of the room was a man better known as the face of H.Y.D.R.A and behind sat his bestfriend chained to a metal chair his eyes open and looking around in fright.

Steve felt a chill go through his body seeing his bestfriend look so hopeless and frightened. Another chill fell through his body when he suddenly realized that a person had walked through his body almost as if he weren’t there.

“Ready to began solider.”

That voice it couldn’t be, but it was. Steve’s eyes watched as the figure turnt around only to reveal (Y/n) and a metal table with a metal tray behind her a bunch of different knives on it.“

Steve’s eyes followed (y/n)’s movements as she reached for one of her ‘tools’ as she had called it. She cocked her head toward Bucky her (long/short) (h/c) hair falling into her face a bit.

She dug her gloved covered hand into her lab coat like pocket and pulled out a hair cap. She placed it over her (h/c) locks which were now hidden from plain sight.

That same sinister smile on her face blossomed onto her face like from before as she spoke.

“Lets began soldier.”

  • Riverdale Producers: Okay... In the early two thousands, the audience loved Troy Bolton. Maybe that's what we should add to our show's male lead.
  • Riverdale Producers: *gives Archie a Troy Bolton Story* So, audience, what do you think??
  • Audience: .... *doesn't pay attention*
  • Riverdale Producers: Eh? What's wrong? Didn't you like it?
  • Audience: Sorry, what did you say?
  • Riverdale Producers: ... A new Troy Bolton.
  • Audience: Oh, you're talking about Archie... Yeah, sorry, not gonna work.
  • Riverdale Producers: EH!? Why not?
  • Audience: Jughead is in the show.
  • Riverdale Producers: ...Damn it, that's a really good point. Change of plans, give the beanie boy everything he wants. Oh, and give him and Betty more scenes.
  • Audience: Much better. So I guess now you guys know... WHAT TEAM!?
  • Riverdale Producers: JUGHEAD!

anonymous asked:

Can I get a Gang!AU with Tom and Marco as leaders in opposite gangs with some brief rivalry and eventual fluff? Thanks! :D And so glad you're feeling better, hon!- Bunny Anon

OKay so I had another idea for this. I’m sorry it’s kind of different, but in this au Marco is Mewni. And there is a gang of demons that cause chaos around the area. And Marco had a group of soldiers set for fighting off and deporting the demons back to the underworld. So it’s only one bad gang, Marco’s “gang” is sort of employed by Moon.
Sorry it turned out different, but I hope you like it anyway!!!!

Marco and Star laughed together at the dining table. “Thank you so much for the meal, Moon.” Marco smiled at his employer. She grinned back.

“My pleasure, it’s the least I can do for you and your team.” She assured him. Marco smiled over at Janna, Jackie and Oskar. “You’ve been keeping those devils away from the castle gates for ages, I really thought their last little stunt would put the citizens in danger.” Moon stressed. Her face then melted into another smile. “But you came through, just as always.”

“Don’t worry Queen Moon!” Oskar leaned back in his chair. “We’re good!” He promised.

“Yeah! No way those demons are getting past the force field River put up!” Janna jumped up with her mouth full. “We fought them off! The kingdom is safe for another day!” She cheered, holding up her cup. All the kids cheered and continued to celebrate and Marco looked over at Moon.

“So why do the demons want to break into the castle so badly?” He asked. “Tom and his lackeys seem to always have something they want.” Marco rolled his eyes when he spoke of the gang leader.

“The Underworld is in shambles.” Moon responded. “No wonder they resorted to gangs. To steal pillage, anything really.” She responded. “Demons are ruthless, and if that clique of monsters got in here who knows what they could do. That’s why we need you soldiers to keep us safe, but as for tonight, we celebrate your victory!” She beamed.

“But as for tomorrow,” River interrupted “we think those monsters are heading up the mountain. It would be a good chance for an ambush.” He suggested. Marco nodded and looked out at his group.

“I’ll go alone. We don’t know what they’re up to, a solo spy mission to figure things out and then before I act I’ll get you guys.” Marco told the plan. His group nodded in agreement and they did their little salute.


Marco watched carefully from the rocks he was hiding on. He saw two of the demons in Tom’s group arguing over something. But it was hard to hear. Marco crept closer and gasped when he almost fell. A rock was loose right in front of him. Marco wiggled it a bit and looked out. He could push the bolder now and it would fall down on the two demons below. Taking out two important people in Tom’s chain of command.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Marco froze when he heard a voice behind him. He turned around and saw Tom standing there with a sword pointed out. Marco looked at him for a long time. “Take your hand away and I’ll put down my sword, we both know by the time you push that rock I’ll have your head in my hands, and by the time I get to you, Chet and Veronica will be dead.” Tom motioned to the demons below them.

Marco moved his hand slowly, and Tom lowered his sword. He placed the sword down on the ground and Marco stepped away from the bolder. “Here we are.” Tom looked at Marco like he was trying to read him. “What idiot confronts a group of savage demons alone?” Tom asked. Marco huffed and crossed his arms.

“I wasn’t trying to fight! Just spy… see what you’re up to. I didn’t think I needed back up.” Marco looked away and Toma scoffed.

“Moron.” He huffed. “I wish I could say it’s nice to see you again Marco, but usually these meetings of ours end with a brawl. So should we just skip to that?” Tom asked. Marco looked at him or a while and Tom smiled, showing off his sharp teeth. “What, Marco? Can’t take a joke?” Tom asked. Marco stepped forward.

“Tom, how many times have we been in a situation like this? Me and you? Right before a fight?” He asked. Tom smiled and leaned on the rock wall.

“Too many times.” He laughed. Tom’s eyes then popped open and he looked suspicious. “Why?” He asked. Marco stepped closer.

“I have questions I want you to answer.” Marco told him. “I… I knew I would run into you today… and that’s why I told my group not to come along.” He added.

“You a traitor?” Tom asked.

“No!” Marco hissed. “I have questions!” He repeated. “What happened to the Underworld’s social system? You just fell apart and your people turned on each other and flocked to gangs. Why did this start so fast?” Marco asked. “And why do you target Mewni for all your jobs?” He continued on.

“Because it’s Mewni’s fault we’re all in poverty!” Tom seethed. “The royal family fell! All we are is anarchists!” Tom yelled at the Mewman. “And it’s the Butterfly’s fault! And YOU serve and help them!” He grabbed the human by the shoulder, he seethed and then threw Marco away.

“How is it Mewni’s fault?” Marco asked, scrambling to his feet. Tom took a step back.

“I’m done with formalities. I have nothing else to say to you! Leave or I’ll call for the others, and you won’t get out of that.” Tom threatened, smiling sickly.

“Just stop!” Marco yelled at him. “Have you ever thought for just a moment that I might want to help you!?” Marco asked. Tom looked a little surprised. “ What did Mewni do!? How can we fix it!? This war needs to end!” He went on and on.

“You wanna know what your king and queen did?” Tom asked, stepping forward. “We were on thin ice for a while… but then one of their own-” Tom cut himself off by biting his fist, like he was keeping himself from screaming out. “It. Was. That. Wand.” He muttered.

“What happened?” Marco seemed more demanding.

“Moon Butterfly KILLED our leader with THAT WAND!” Tom screamed. Marco fell back, shaking his head.

“No… your leader must have attacked first!” Marco accused. “Moon Butterfly would never kill just because of some bad blood! There must be more to the story!” He cried. Tom shook his head and pushed Marco away.

“There’s NOTHING more!” Tom snapped. He stared daggers at Marco. “Our people are dying because of her! And nothing will ever fix that! I’ll fight this war till the day I die, Marco.” Tom pledged. He backed away and vanished in a burst of flames. Marco stayed there all alone for a long while, thinking about what the demon had said.

Tom was a liar and a thief and a criminal. He could have been lying to earn Marco’s compassion… that was probably true. And it was working. Marco felt himself believe the demon and he looked down at the ground. He’d been fighting then as an enemy for too long, and now he needed to start helping them as a friend.

Delicate Part 6/9

Originally posted by chubby-dumpling-384

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name

A/N: Reader is brilliantly smart but has spent her life being exploited by anyone who finds out about it. She is recruited by Fury to come to the Avengers facility, but it may not be for the reason she thinks.

Not going to lie, I listened to the song Delicate by Damien Rice about a million times while writing this. Also the trailer for Gifted not only left me an emotional mess it also seems to have seeped it’s way a little into this story.

You guys seemed a LITTLE stressed out about what was gong to happen in this part. So I decided to be nice and not make you wait until Monday. Enjoy

Part 1 II Part 2 II Part 3 II Part 4 II Part 5 II Part 6 II Part 7 II Part 8 II Part 9

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A few minutes later…

J: I gotta say…with you guys, I get more confused every day. This doesn’t make sense! Why did he even take you with him and was so nice if he was planning on dumping you as soon as he told you anyway? Men, seriously. I’m so glad I’m into a girl.

F: I don’t think he actually planned that far…to me this sounds like he was just hoping for…well, for what? He just pushed it back until he couldn’t any more. And what that heroic crap about you deserving better was supposed to be…I don’t know man. He always seemed like he was a good guy at heart. I would detest having to change my mind…

A: Thanks, guys. I think…I’m just gonna go to bed now. And then…I don’t know. Stay there.

F: We’ll figure that out tomorrow. Right, Jade?

J: Right. We love you a lot, Ally, and we’ll do anything we can for you.


* Lafayette × Reader
* Modern
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: Could you do one where the reader is hanging out with Burr a lot and Lafayette gets super jealous. Burr noticed and he gets the Schuylers sisters and the hamilsquad to help him get the reader and Laf together, though it may take a couple tries.

A/N: really long, at least longer than average. I’m like seventy-five percent happy with this story but oh well. I hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 2,882


You walked into the noisy bar after a long day of work. You followed the source of most of the noise and found your friends on some odd numbered round. You plunked into a chair next to Aaron Burr. He was the calmest of the group, calmly sipping from his glass and flipping though a book. He glanced up at you as you dropped down.

“Long day?” He asked as he closed his book.

“The longest.” You groaned.

“Hm, I guarantee it was the same length as yesterday.” He said back.

“Oh shut up.” You retorted and kicked him lightly.

“Mon amie!” Lafayette shouted, drawing your attention to him. “Would you like a round?” He asked. You nodded eagerly so he stood to go grab you a drink. You raised your legs and laid them in Aaron’s lap. He chuckled a bit before turning back to his book.

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volturisecretary  asked:

I think in BD it was stated that there were 17 unnamed members of the Volturi Guard. Do you have any headcanons of what type of gifts these members may have?

According to the Guide, there are nine permanent Guards and ten to twelve “additional transitory members”.  I think we have to assume the nine permanent members are Jane, Alec, Chelsea, Corin, Afton, Heidi, Renata, Demetri, and Felix, and that the 10-12 are the nongifted “muscle” guards.  

Felix’s unusual position as a ungifted-yet-permanent Guard is pretty intriguing.  I’ve seen all sorts of fun ideas about how old he is and why he was given this honor, and I haven’t yet decided how it first came about in my own headcanon. (I’ll have to decide fairly soon for SST, so stay tuned!) But regardless of the original reason, I headcanon that he’s basically the Guard In Charge over all the other muscle guards.  He’s responsible for most of their training, as well as helping them fit in (this includes everything from assigning quarters to violent hazing).  While he’s not “talented” per se, he’s certainly developed a knack for effective training/discipline and sorting out who’s best for what job, as well as solving little problems that don’t need to come to Caius’ attention. (because really, who wants Caius to come solve their problems?  No one, that’s who.)  Of course, his “permanent” status isn’t 100% secure, and he knows it. He’s been around long enough to know that non-gifted Guards aren’t kept around forever, and that one has to take the approval of The Three with a grain of salt. He’s also assisted in enough “retirements” (i.e. follow the retiree and quietly kill him once he’s left) to know that you’d better do all you can to stay in the good graces of the leaders.  Aro and Caius are fully aware of his sense of insecurity and they are not above playing with it when it suits them.  Even so, he’s a fun guy and he breaks the rules on a regular basis- but he’s very careful in knowing which rules are okay to break.

I think it’s possible that some of the come-and-go muscle Guards could be minorly talented, though not enough to earn them a permanent place.  (which again, makes me wonder why Santiago is mentioned in the Guide.  Did SM have some kind of plan or secret talent in mind?) I’m thinking things like unusual speed (a la Edward), incredible sense of smell, things like that.  Enough to be transformed, but not enough to be kept. Or random talents that have no bearing on their job (”So you can perfectly mimic and understand dolphin speech?” says Caius. “That’s great.  I don’t care.”) I imagine some of them also have unique traits or skills that are the reason they were recruited/accepted- being particularly funny (in a way Caius actually likes), knowing an obscure branch of martial arts that he can teach to the others.  Some knowledge would be particularly valuable at certain times- for example, during the war against the Dacians I can see Caius wanting a Guard native to whatever region they’re fighting in at the moment.  Once that war was over, that Guard was no longer useful.

As far as the extra Guards that suddenly appeared in BD, I headcanon that the Volturi recruit and maintain a Reserve Guard.  (original post on this headcanon here, complete with the awesomeness you added to it lol) These are vampires who generally agree to hang around Western Europe and North Africa, so they can be easily reached in case a need for their service should arise.  (BD being a classic example of such a need) The Volturi try to manage an entire world of vampires; obviously a lot slips through their fingers or never comes to their attention, but they do manage what they can.  For that, they need more than the castle can support simply in terms of living space, the difficulty of procuring enough humans, and disposing of that many corpses.  

But the bigger issue is that when it comes to the Home Guard (i.e. the Guards who live in Volterra), they only accept vampires that meet their high standards for civility and self-control. With the one exception of the Father Marcus incident (which I headcanon as being part of the war against the Dacians- more details in this chapter) they’ve lived in peace with the humans in Volterra ever since they founded the city, and putting that status quo in danger is not worth the addition of a Guard whose self-control isn’t amazing.  They have a zero tolerance policy for accidents in general (permanent Guards excepted, of course).  But it’s also about their behavior in general.  The halls of Volterra may be haunted by milennia of treachery and lies, but bad hygiene is unacceptable. Also: supposedly a lot of red-eyed vamps have trouble getting along with other vampires, particularly where feeding is involved; if the Volturi don’t think you can handle the Dining Room scene, you’re not a candidate.  If they think you can’t contain your curiosity and will go poking around in locked rooms, you’re not a candidate.  If you have any annoying mannerisms or other personal habits, you’re not a candidate.  If you talk too much or you’re not graceful enough to manage the floating-walk thing, you’re not a candidate.  (insert 100 more dealbreakers here)

Anyway, if a vamp is generally qualified and willing to serve but doesn’t meet every single one of the Civilized-criteria, or there’s no room in Volterra at the moment, he or she will be considered for the Reserves.  There’s a bit of training and indoctrination (including focused looks from Chelsea and Demetri, and before-and-after handshakes from Aro), but other than that the vampire is ceremoniously given a cloak and instructed to stay within a thousand miles of Italy, so that if the need arises, Demetri can fetch him/her in a reasonably short time.  A good half of them lose their cloaks or forget to stay nearby or just disappear altogether, but nobody cares.  At the very least they’ve been Chelsified enough to Say Good Things about the Volturi until her influence wears off, which is actually a very  effective (not to mention lazy) method of propaganda.

tl;dr: If you want a cloak, but you’re not talented, join the Reserves. Or just go buy a cloak online and lie about where you got it.  You get bragging rights with your nomad pals PLUS you survive.


Stiles x Sister!Reader

“They’re going to be so excited to see us!” Stiles grinned as he saw the Beacon Hills welcome sign.


“Stiles we drive down for every holiday and long weekend.” Scott chuckled as he finished texting you.


“Yeah well someone’s got to help Dad keep (Y/N) in check.” Stiles grumbled. “Dad caught her in the woods with Liam, apparently they lost Mason, I mean what kid sneaks around in the woods in the middle of the night!”


“Us… like all the time, pretty much for the last few years…” Scott muttered making Stiles glare at him before turning back to the road.

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CJAMM Series: Desire (Part Ten)

WC: 3319


“Finishing the recording today, right?” Sung-Min’s voice pulled your attention away from the street goers outside. You had been sitting at his window for the past twenty minutes, just watching the street vendors make their sweet and savory food while couples and families went in and out of quaint little shops.

“Mm.” You responded as he sat down at his desk. A pair of gray sweatpants hung low on his hips and he was wearing a black zip-up on his torso, nothing underneath which let the tattoos on his chest come in and out of view as he moved.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” Sung-Min was looking at you, too much for your taste, so you turned away, back to the street below.

“I’ll be too early if I leave now.” Sung-Min softly chuckled, “I thought you like being early; being punctual.”

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COVERED - Luke Imagine (Part Two)

He was bare, you were covered. One was broken beyond repair, and the other was desperate for someone to fix. 

AN: I’m finally back from like a half year hiatus. Sorry for the ultimate delay guys.

Masterpost, Part One, Part Three

Originally posted by luketivist

“Y/N, is that you?” Your head hurt from nodding, being crushed into a tight hug by Calum, the tears in your eyes flooding like a tsunami of emotions. 

“Oh my god, you’ve grown so much!” It’s been four years since you’ve seen Calum. After the meet and greet, he had told you to stay backstage and watch the concert from there. Once the concert was over, Calum immediately introduced you to the boys, taking you to dinner then back to their hotel room to ‘reconnect’, as he calls it. The boys had all warmed up to you, well except Luke. He seemed to be rather bothered by your abundance of tattoos, but slightly drawn to it. You stayed away from him, afraid you have somehow made him uncomfortable or pushed him away. He seemed to stick to Michael a lot, Michael kept murmuring things into his ear and seemingly reassuring him of something. Calum kept rambling on and on about things that you have missed out in his life, Ashton and Michael randomly throwing mild banter amongst the midst of it, creating the interesting and comical feeling to the whole atmosphere. Your eyes kept being drawn to Luke, seeing him play with the hem of his shirt. “So, Y/N, how many tattoos do you have?” You were ripped away from the trance you were under from staring at Luke, looking back at Calum, Michael and Ashton, even Luke seemed interested. “Huh? Sorry I didn’t catch that.” Calum cleared his throat, “Um, if you don’t mind sharing, how many tattoos do you have?” You frowned, thinking about it. “Um, wait let’s count.” You lifted your shirt, pointing to Calum’s tattoo on your ribcage. “One,” The light bulb on your hipbone, “Two,” A tattoo with two hands holding each other, “Three,” the counting went on for about three more minutes, “and mine, the tree, a total of forty-seven.” The boys were impressed, but Luke’s eyebrows were furrowed. “Wait so Calum is one of them?” Luke, for the first time that night voiced his opinion. “Yeah, she was my first relationship.” Calum looked at you, smiling. “But that was a long time ago, right Cal?” 

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The Devil Loves Me

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Dean, Sam
Words: 1392
Requested by Anonymous.
A/N: I used my Luci drabble to start this one. :)

“I will smack you with a frying pan and roast your balls if you don’t shut up,” you threatened Lucifer, picking up the frying pan that had been sitting on your counter.

“Oh, come on, Y/N, what’s so wrong with it?” he asked.

“I don’t believe you, that’s what so wrong with it,” you said simply, “Why are you really here?”

“I just told you. I have feelings for you. Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because you’re Lucifer. Ya know, the devil,” you rolled your eyes, “You want to get to me to get to Sam and I’m not helping you get inside Sam’s vessel. Not happening and you know it.”

Lucifer sighed, “I’m not just trying to get to Sam.”

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librarian-amy  asked:

Softer World prompts: ShieldShock + 24, pretty please?

1.     I joined Plenty of Fish to find out who stole my bike.  A fun first date would be going to your house to see if you have my bike. (What a lovely home.  Do you have a shed?)

 “Well,” Darcy says, staring through the open door and into his garage. Steve cringes; this is not what he imagined would happen when he asked her back to his place for a ‘coffee’

“Umm- I can explain?”

“Really,” she says flatly. “Because that looks a lot like my bike right there. My bike which mysteriously disappeared about a month ago.”

Steve grimaces. There’s a strange look in Darcy’s eye, like she’s almost… victorious. “I uh- I had something of an emergency and there was nothing else around but the bike. I wanted to leave a note! I really did!” he scratches at the back of his neck and laughs nervously. He gets the distinct impression that he isn’t getting laid tonight. Not if the covetous looks Darcy keeps sending her bike are anything to go by. “But I didn’t have any paper, and I was fresh out of cash.”

“So you stole my bike.”

Steve cringes all over again. “I’m sorry?”

“My grandfather gave me that bike, did you know?”

“I’m really sorry?”

Darcy glances up at him, an artful eyebrow raised in query. “Why didn’t you just get an uber?”

“I may have lost my phone,” he confesses. She snorts. “It was a really bad day.”

“I can see that,” she says. “So am I allowed to take this back, or are you deciding to keep my bike indefinitely?”

“What- no! No! Of course- take it, by all means.”

“Good.” She smirks up at him, and Steve feels a sharp pang of regret; why oh why did the bike have to be hers? Darcy is beautiful, and witty, and smart. They’d clicked. “Man, Jane is gonna be so pissed when she learns my plan worked!”

“Wait- what?”

“What, you think I stumbled across the guy who stole my bike by coincidence? I mean- sure, okay, so maybe there’s a little coincidence, but it worked! I found it!


Darcy grins up at him, her wicked smile blinding enough to make his heart stutter in his chest. She takes a step towards him, gaze darkening. “Next time you think it’s okay to steal someone’s bike, you leave them a note, you got it?”

Steve nods mutely and the intense, mildly terrifying look on her face disappears. “Great!” she says brightly. She fishes her phone out of her handbag. “So… movies tomorrow?”

Steve blinks at her. “Um.”

“What?” Darcy scoffs at him. She takes a photo of her bike with a victorious grin. “You think I’m going to let go of a catch like you for some measly bike theft? How does eight sound to you?”

“Eight sounds great,” Steve says faintly. Darcy smiles at him approvingly.

“Good,” she hums. Her phone disappears back into her bag. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

  • Cinder: *Explaining the plan*. So, which one of you wants to go to the final?
  • Mercury: *Raises his hand* I'll do it. Emerald's not too good at taking a punch.
  • Emerald: I agree. Let Mercury do it.
  • (Cut to Episode 6)
  • Mercury: AHHHH!!!
  • Emerald: *Comforting Mercury* Act like it's really painful.
  • Mercury: IT IS painful!
  • Emerald: That's the spirit!
  • Mercury: You guys didn't tell me I was going to get SHOT!
  • Emerald: I know. We didn't think you'd agree to it if we did.
  • Mercury: Is that why you didn't want to do the final?!
  • Emerald: It was either you or me.
“You Meet the Guys” 5sos Imagine/Preference

“Oh come on babe, you look great!” Michael shouted from the living room, “that was the third outfit, and it was perfect!” You twirled into the living room, “yes but this one is better!” Michael laughed, “uh- babe” You put on your beanie and walked to the car, “look I know it’s a bit more casual but we really should get to the studio” Michael trailed behind you and sat in the car, next to you, “y/n I was actually going to say-” You interrupted him, “do you think they’ll like me? I want to make a good impression.” Michael held your hand and smiled, “they are going to love you, I know it!”

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anonymous asked:

So for a prompt: Everyone knows Jason and Dick are together but they eloped a while back in secret and it comes out to the batfamily accidentally that they've been married for like weeks or months even.

This was such a fun one to write and it’s also such a Dick and Jason thing to do.


“Come on Jason,” Dick shouted as he pulled his jacket on. “The more you drag your feet, the more attention you’ll get when we arrive at the manor.”

“Fine fine,” Jason said as he stepped out of the bedroom, pulling a shirt on over his head. “Why did I let you talk me into this again?”

“Because it’s been a few weeks since we’ve gotten dinner with the family and Alfred insisted on it. Got everything?”

Jason put a hand on the small of Dick’s back and kissed his cheek. “Yep,” he said as he gave Dick’s hip a squeeze and they headed out the door. 

Alfred came out and greeted them when they arrived at the manor, taking their coats. 

“Gentlemen,” he said. “It’s been quite a while.”

“Yeah,” Dick replied. “Things have been kind of busy in Blüdhaven, and you know how this guy is.” He elbowed Jason in the side.

“We still talk on the phone, Alfred,” Jason said. “But I will admit, we’re overdue for lunch.”

“I’ll make sure to arrange a lunch this week then, Master Jason,” Alfred said as he brought them back to the study. 

Jason sat down on the couch and pulled Dick onto his lap. Tim was sitting in one of the chairs on his phone. 

“Hey Tim,” Dick said. 

Tim looked up from his phone with wide eyes. “Hey.”

“Where are Bruce and Damian?”

“Bruce is in his study and Damian is off being a demon somewhere,” Tim said as he went back to his phone. 

Dick sighed and turned to Jason, nuzzling his cheek and closing his eyes. 

“Dinner is served,” Alfred said when he came in a few minutes later. 

“Wonderful,” Dick said, popping up onto his feet. Jason followed him to the dining room and sat down next to Dick. 

“Bruce,” Jason said when Bruce came into the room. 

“Jason, Dick, I’m glad you made it,” Bruce said as he sat down. “How are things between you two?”

Jason looked at Dick and they shared a smile that was exclusive between the two of them. “Things have been going really well,” Jason said. “Crime has been a pain in the ass, but it’s nothing we can’t handle.”

“How are things here?” Dick asked. 

“Boring,” Tim replied. 

“Life in the manor is never boring,” Dick said. 

“Damian’s being an ass and crime is a constant,” Tim said. “Oh and speak of the demon spawn, there he is.”

Damian sat down next to Tim and at Bruce’s right. It’s where Dick used to sit, but Damian had taken the spot for himself when he’d moved into the manor. Jason squeezed Dick’s hand when Dick tensed, still a little upset about the whole thing. 

“Now that everyone is here,” Bruce said. “Help yourselves.” 

Everyone started moving to serve themselves at once and the table became a smattering of “pass this” and “pass that”

Dick was handing the bowl of mashed potatoes to Jason when Tim piped up. 

“What’s that?” 

“What’s what?” Dick asked as he looked at Tim and tilted his head. 

“On your left ring finger,” Tim said. “Is that an-oh my god.”

Tim stopped and Jason and Dick both froze. They had been so good about removing the rings anytime they interacted with any of their family members. Jason cursed himself for being in such a big hurry that he’d completely forgotten about it. 

“Are you married?” Bruce asked them. 

Dick shrugged and smiled, his hand fumbling for Jason’s under the table. “Um, yes?”

“When did you two get married?” Tim asked.

“Why didn’t you ask my permission?” Damian looked like he wanted to run Jason through with one of his katanas. 

“It happened…how long ago was it, Jason?”

“I think it happened around two months ago,” Jason said. 

“Two months and you didn’t think to tell us?” Bruce asked. 

“Not really,” Jason said. “We wanted to keep it private.”

“When?” Tim asked. “How?”

“Fake IDs,” Jason said. “Remember that case we told you we were working on where we said we had to go out of town for a week to investigate in Costa Rica?”

“That was when we eloped,” Dick said. “We went to Hawaii and did the ceremony and honeymoon there.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Bruce asked again. 

“Well, it all happened kind of quickly,” Dick said. “We were in the apartment one night and we were like ‘let’s get married’ and we didn’t want to go through all the stress of planning so we eloped. Then when we got back we just couldn’t think of a good time or place to tell you guys. Next thing you know a couple weeks passed by and then a month and we just kind of,” he shrugged. “Forgot.”

“You forgot to tell us you were married?” Tim asked.

“To be fair, it never really came up,” Jason said. 

“And if it makes you feel better, we can do a ceremony and a reception here,” Dick offered. 

Jason turned and glared at him, “Oh really?” 

“It’s the least we could do for eloping,” Dick said, rubbing Jason’s arm absently. 

“I think it’s a fair enough punishment,” Bruce said. 

“So I’m the only one that gets punished for this?” Jason crossed his arms. “Typical.”

“Dick can work with Alfred to plan it,” Bruce said. 

Dick frowned. “But that means I’ll have to drive from Blüdhaven to here all the time.”

“You should have thought of that when you eloped,” Bruce told him.

“Can we please stop saying eloped?” Tim asked. 

Library and Campfire

When people say “Maya and Lucas only talked about Riley at the campfire,” I want to force them to actually WATCH THE SHOW. My inbox and the tags are full of people who “don’t understand” how the campfire conversation was deeper than the library conversation. As Cory might say, “I’ve had it!”

What actually happened is that MAYA talked about Riley. Lucas dropped Riley after one question and began pressing Maya on her feelings for him. Maya dodged and then brought up Riley. Lucas again drops Riley after one question and goes back to pressing Maya on her feelings for him. Then he damn near kisses the girl while she’s in the middle of vehemently denying that she has feelings for him. She asks him why. He says he doesn’t know, apologizes, and easily refers to Riley as his “sister” even though he also doesn’t want her to know what he did. Then Maya breaks and admits how she feels because she doesn’t want Lucas to feel bad. He’s dumbstruck. Maya continues, admitting why she didn’t want Lucas to ride in the rodeo. Then MAYA brings up Riley a final time before we cut.

The conversation is 32% about Riley, and 68% NOT about Riley. Of the 32% of their conversation that IS about Riley, a whopping 89% of that is because of MAYA bringing her up. This is a conversation between a boy who is pushing a girl to admit her feelings for him while the girl opts to talk about her best friend and deny/dodge his questions until after he stares deep into her eyes and nearly kisses her. The conversation takes place after Lucas and Maya have known each other for over a year and have clearly been developing feelings for each other for a while. That’s what happened. And I’m sorry folks, but YES: that has much, much more emotional depth than Lucas’s horse birthing story, which he told to a girl he barely knew at the time. And people accuse me of “ignoring canon…”

Here is the entire text of Maya and Lucas’s conversation in GM Texas 2. Lucas talking about Riley is in bold italics. Maya talking about Riley is in plain bold. Everything NOT about Riley is in plain text.

What’s going on?
I don’t know.
I’m her brother now?
You like me?
Maya, why didn’t you want me to ride in the rodeo?
Because I didn’t want you to win and get all conceited.
I don’t think that’s it.
(drawling) I don’t think that’s it.
I don’t talk like that.
I just don’t.
Why do you see me like that?
Of course I don’t see you like that.
Can we just… Can we just look at this fire, please?
Can we just stop?
I just want everything to stop. It’s been bad enough I’ve been keeping this secret from Riley all this time.
What secret?
You guys are so much alike. I thought you were just like brother and sister, too.
You’re at your best when you’re just talking to each other. Looking out for each other. That’s what I believed, but I kept it a secret. And now the secret’s out, so I don’t have to carry it around with me anymore. I just don’t want to have anymore secrets from her.
So you don’t make fun of me because you like me?
I’m just gonna watch this fire.
Maya, why do you make fun of me?
Because you’re easy to make fun of. Okay, then stop.
Because you’re a huckleberry! Because you’re a Ranger Rick!
Would you stop?!
Look, if I had feelings for you, don’t you think I’d just come right out and say it? Well, I don’t. So what I do say is har-hurr…

…why did you do that?
I don’t know.
I just… wanted you to stop.
Please don’t tell my sister.
You couldn’t think of another way to stop me?
Not at the time. No. I’m sorry.
You don’t have to be sorry, huckleberry.
Of course I like you. You’re a good guy. If you got hurt, I don’t know what I would’ve done. I don’t want to have any more secrets from her.

Then on the flip side, you get people claiming that Riley and Lucas “talked about their hopes and dreams and plans for the future” in the library, and again I want to scream, “WATCH THE SHOW.”

What actually happened in the library was that Lucas brought up his pets and how he misses them. Riley volunteered exactly only thing about herself (she used to have a hamster) and contributed exactly one thing (foaling means giving birth) to the conversation beyond swooning and prompting Lucas to keep telling a story about THE PAST. The closest they come to “talking about their hopes and dreams for the future” is when Lucas says he might want to be a veterinarian someday. Lucas does the bulk of the talking while Riley swoons at him like he’s her favorite celebrity. That had to feel pretty dang good for Lucas (it’s not the least bit shocking that he could’ve sat there talking forever while a sweet girl swooned at every word he said as if he hung the moon and all the planets in the sky), but in terms of emotional depth it’s got exactly nothing on the campfire.

Here’s the text of Riley and Lucas’s conversation in the library. Riley’s contributions are in bold.

I guess what I miss most about Texas are the pets I used to have.
I had a hamster.
I had 24 horses.
You win. Tell me about them.
One day after school, Sofia was foaling.
That means she was giving birth, right?
Not too bad, city girl! And there was no one there, so I called Dr. Galendo and he talked me through it.
Anyway, that was all.
Did you know that a baby horse stands in the first hour after it’s born?
Really? I’d like to have been there for that.
The coolest thing I’ve ever seen and I was a part of it.
I’ve never told this to anybody before.
I think someday I might like to be a veterinarian.
That’s cool too.
I delivered this beautiful palomino. I’d show you her picture, but I don’t have my phone.
That’s okay. Just…(sighs) keep talking.

And look, I’m not saying the library conversation was meaningless. It wasn’t meaningless. That’s the night Lucas and Riley started to become friends, the night they put down their phones and began to know each other without the crutch of a screen. Quite frankly, I’m convinced Riley was the first person Lucas felt like he could confide in about the vet thing. That was probably a big deal for him at the time. It’s sweet. It really is. That night clearly meant something to Lucas although he’s yet to make a serious effort to repeat it in aired canon (otherwise he’d have had something more recent for the jellybean scales, a la the Riarkle talk in PR) and we’ve yet to hear Riley bring it up since it happened aside from throwing out the vet thing in SoL and in Texas 1. Even so, their library exchange was sweet. It was cute. But it wasn’t super deep, and the vet thing isn’t even a secret anymore.

A horse-birthing story has nothing on pressing someone you care about and have known for over a year to confess their hidden feelings (which they eventually do) or talking honestly about why you perceive someone’s relationship the way you do. It’s just not even on the level. It’s not even remotely the same thing.


Graceland Season 3 sentence starters
  • “ You don’t take volunteers on a sinking ship “ 
  • “So you like it rough?”
  • “ I have answers. I just don’t know what the questions are. “
  • “ I’m gonna get you a bicycle. I promise. “
  • “ I always keep my promises. “
  • “ you talk to much man. “
  • “Do you ever wonder if maybe, just maybe, the bird your chasing is a wild goose?”
  • “ You look you’re going to the Grammys or something. “
  • “I’m sorry and I forgive you.”
  • “ You have to stop trying to save me! “
  • “ Hey, I get it but I can’t let you do this. “
  • “ Could be worse. “
  • “ What do I always say? “
  • “ I think we should insist upon measuring a person by their deeds. “
  • “ This was different. This was like execution. “
  • “There are no old Tigers”
  • You’ve been very loyal. If we make it through this, I won’t forget that. “
  • “ Somethings not working. “
  • “ Everything we do ends up with a body. “
  • “ Justice? When do we ever have justice? “
  • “We can’t help if you don’t talk to us.”
  • “We’re still the good guys.”
  • “We’ve been off the rails for awhile, now.”
  • “You’re not walking out that door.”
  • “You can’t stop me.”
  • “The whole world conspired against you, and you won.“
  • “Don’t do this.”
  • “How much are we talking.”
  • “You don’t have to trust me.”
  • “ You’re looking for me, right? “
  • “ Why is the house such a mess? “
  • “ Whatever you guys think I did, I didn’t do it. “
  • “ Um, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. “
  • “ You said you had a question? ‘
  • “ We ain’t gonna outrun a motorcycle. “
  • “ I have another plan. “
  • “ We can talk our way out of this. “
  • “ Why are you sleeping on the couch? Don’t you got a room? “
  • “ Why are you harassing me? “
  • “ Honored to meet you. “
  • “ Well, if it isn’t our exceptional hero “
  • “ It’s a good thing they weren’t giving out an award for exceptional public speaking. “