hidden wall

Try to rip people off with shady flipped houses? Watch me flip your bank account.

So I don’t think this is entirely pro, but this just happened and I’m quite pleased with myself. Sorry for how long it is, I’m a wordy person.

Background: my girlfriend and I have been trying to buy a house for a month or two. Housing market where we live is tough, we don’t have a huge income, most houses sell within 24 hours, etc so it’s been a struggle. About a month and a half ago we found a house that was PERFECT. In the neighborhood we wanted, 2 bed 2 bath, at the very top of our price range but still doable, etc etc. Best part is that it’s beautifully renovated, new roof, everything is new and gorgeous! We put in an offer, but get outbid by someone else (which is crushing, if you have yet to experience that).

We mourn and then continue searching for other houses….until we get a call from our agent saying that the other buyers backed out and the seller is offering it to us first before putting it back on the market.

A quick important note here: the seller is the owner, but is also acting as his own real estate agent, and he runs his own business buying foreclosures and flipping them. This is important later.

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Things in the original Newsies script that should have made it into the movie:

-Crutchy believing Jack’s made up story that a woman gave birth to a cow

-Crutchy telling David that needing Jack is like needing air to breathe

-The whole backstory where Jack had a younger brother named Michael that escaped the refuge with him, but then fell off the wagon and got crushed underneath the wheels and he wants to go to Santa Fe because that’s where he always promised to take his brother.

-Flashback-nightmares of the above situation

-Jack keeping all his Santa Fe money and a picture of his family in a hidden brick in the wall

-The refuge kids think Jack can fly when he appears to Crutchy at the refuge

-Flashbacks of baby Jack at the refuge

-Jack suggesting to David that they blow something up to spark news, because he knows a guy with dynamite

-Jack blowing Sarah off when he’s waiting on the fire escape, telling her he’s waiting for David

-Jack getting a hole in his pants so Sarah offers to sew them, prompting an embarrassed Jack to take his pants off in front of David and Les and then wrapping up in a blanket.

-Instead of Jack pushing David up against the alleyway in angst after he helps him escape, David helps him sneak into his house and Jack sleeps on the floor with David’s pillow and Jack gazes at him asleep in his bed and thanks him for looking out for him.

-Sarah sings a solo called “What Will Become of the Boy?” as she watches Jack sneak out and run down the street. After Jack rests behind some trash cans he starts singing his Santa Fe reprise for a mash up duet.

-Sarah dressing up like David to go find Jack on the streets and take him home

-Les screaming and punching Jack after he scabs, causing someone to grab him and push him back where he gets knocked bloody and unconscious against a wagon wheel. We get angsty flashbacks of Jack losing his little brother under the wagon wheel and so Jack freaks out and carries Les back to his home where he pretends to be Esther and Mayer’s son and uses his Santa Fe money to pay for a doctor because he knows they can’t afford it.

-Denton unleashing rage on the Delancey Brothers down at the printing press and knocking both of them out in front of David’s dad.

-Jack leaving for Santa Fe on a train and David running along the train telling Jack he wishes he could come with him

-All the newsies lining the sides of the train to send Jack off.

-Jack emerging in the darkness of the train tunnel to run back to the Jacobs.

-DID I MENTION ALL THE JACK BACKSTORY AND SARAH CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?????????!!!!

Padfoot’s patronus

Sirius x reader

For the anon who wanted patronus fluff, hope you enjoy!

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“You’re late, (Y/N).” Mcgonagall commented, taking in my flushed cheeks and windblown hair as I arrived at the classroom door.

I blushed, shifting the strap of the bag on my shoulder. “Sorry Professor.”

She looked at me for a moment as if trying to work out why I looked so disgruntled before brushing away my apology, deciding it wasn’t worth her time. “It’s alright. Take a seat.”

I did as she said and made my way to the back of the classroom where the Marauders, Lily and Marlene sat. Lily frowned as she saw the blush on my cheeks; it wasn’t often I got embarrassed. “You alright?” she asked as I took a seat at the desk behind her, besides Sirius.

“Yeah. Just got stopped by Greenwood. He said my essay on the lunar cycle of Jupiter was ‘unsatisfactory’.”

They all groaned; everyone hated the new astronomy teacher, but for some reason he always appeared to have it out for me in particular.

“He’s just a greasy-haired git, (Y/N). I bet he’ll be gone soon- even old  McGonny can’t stand him.” James stated. “Besides, I bet your essay was better than all of ours.”

I rolled my eyes, but his comment had made me smile. “You know that’s not true James.”

“Well, barr Remus, maybe.” Peter replied with a grin. “He knows all about the lunar cycles.”

I could have throttled him, but settled with throwing him a death glare, seeing out of the corner of my eye that Sirius was doing the same. When the two of us had officially become a couple at the start of last year, he’d enlightened me to Remus’s ‘furry little problem’. Not that I hadn’t had my suspicions before- the boys were far more conspicuous than they thought they were.

McGonagall snapped at us to focus, and the others turned back around to face the front. She was taking over our DADA classes after the most recent teacher had taken a leave of absence- this one had only lasted two months, six months less than the teacher before that.

“James is right, you know.” Sirius muttered lowly, taking my hand under the desk. His breath brushed my ear and I felt my heart rate pick up, sending tingles down my spine. “He’s a right nob, that Greenwood.” His eyes didn’t leave my face; how was it he always knew when something had got to me?

“I know.” I replied with a sigh. “I just hate how he gets under my skin. I always end up feeling mad or stupid after a five minute conversation with him.”

Sirius squeezed my hand. “You are far from stupid.” he promised, before his face spread into a smirk. “Besides, plans are already being put in place to stop the prick’s reign of terror.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Sirius…”

“Shh, (Y/N)!” Mcgonagall snapped. I tore my eyes away from my conniving boyfriend and back to the front.

McGonagall trained her beady eyes on me. “As I was saying… today we will be practicing patronus charms. Now after all the fuss with Mrs Peter’s swift departure, I thought it was about time you got a practical lesson.” She looked deliberately at Sirius and James. “Don’t make me regret it.”

The two boys smirked. “Cross my heart, Professor.” James replied, gracing her with his boyish grin. “We’ll be on our best behaviour.”

“I should hope so.” Her expression was stern, but her eyes twinkled; everyone knew she had a soft spot for the troublemaking boys. “Now, stand up and move the tables to the sides of the room, and we shall begin.”


Twenty minutes later, we were well underway. James was the only one to have summoned a corporeal patronus, much to Lily’s irritation; on his fifth try, Prongs, (surprise, surprise), had exploded from the tip of his wand and galloped around the room, causing students to gasp at the beauty of the creature. James had simply smirked and patted the head of the stag, not in the least surprised by his patronus, whilst McGonagall congratulated him; to produce a patronus so quickly was remarkable for a sixth year student. Sirius, Remus and I had all produced wisps of smoke, but we were nowhere near James’s level, and Marlene and Lily were struggling to make anything appear.

“Patience, Lily.” McGonagall said, as the red-head angrily cursed herself after trying or the upteenth time. “A patronus requires patience. The more frustrated you get, the harder it will be to summon a clear, happy memory. James, don’t just loiter. Come and help Miss Evans.”

James flashed a grin from where he was perched on one of the tables, chatting to Marlene with his shirt untucked and his wand hanging loosely in his hand.  “Certainly, Professor.”

Lily glared at him. “Professor, I can assure you that having that doofus around will definitely not help my mood.”

McGonagall’s eyes twinkled. “You might be surprised, Lily.”

I glanced at Marlene, who was smirking, and bit back my own smile. You had to admire McGonagall- she knew exactly what she was doing.

Suddenly, an arm wrapped around my waist, making me jump, and I turned in Sirius arms so I was facing him. “How’s it going, (Y/N)?”

“Alright.” I entwined my hands around his neck, breathing him in. In this close proximity, I could admire the laughter lines sprinkled around his deep grey eyes, the light stubble that dusted his jaw, and the softness of those lips. If I hadn’t been in the middle of the classroom, I might have kissed him. I wished I could.

“Mhmm.” he nuzzled into my neck and I curled into him, closing my eyes and listening to the beat of our heartbeats thumping against each other. I couldn’t put into words what I felt for this boy- but it was bigger than anything I’d ever felt before.

“PDA, guys, PDA.” A smiling Remus had his eyebrows raised accusatively as I swivelled around, pulling away from Sirius. My arms ached for his warmth already.

“Har-har, Remus.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Well I don’t see you casting your patronus, (Y/N).”

I grinned. “So you’ve cast yours then?” As soon as I said it, I regretted it.  An emotion flashed in Remus’s eyes, and then it was gone- hidden behind some wall. His patronus would be a wolf- a werewolf maybe. Of course he’d be terrified that someone would see.

“Remus, I’m sorry.” I muttered. “I didn’t think.”

“It’s okay.” he waved away my apology, but I still felt like I’d been punched in the gut. “I’m just gonna speak to Miss about the homework assignment.” He turned away and I groaned, spinning back around to face Sirius.

He lounged against one of the desks, watching me. “It doesn’t matter, (Y/N).”

“It does. I’m an idiot.”

“You’re not.” He pulled me towards him, tugging my gaze away from where Remus was talking with McGonagall. “And Remus doesn’t mind. He’s used to his condition after living with it for so many years.”

I looked into his eyes. “You really believe that?”

He sighed. “No. But he won’t mind, really. He adores you.”

I smiled. “Now you’re lying.”

“I’m not.” he grinned. “Who wouldn’t adore you?”

“You two make me sick.” commented Marlene, her nose wrinkled and her arms folded across her chest, but I could see the flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Now do some work, lovebirds.”


“I can’t do it.” I complained, twenty five minutes later. It was nearing the end of the lesson, and only I was yet to produce a patronus of some sort- most of the class, including Lily, had been able to produce some form incorporeal patronus, but I had nothing, I felt hot, bothered and frustrated at myself.

“Keep your back straighter and elongate your arm.” James said. He was looking pleased with himself- which probably had to do with the fact that he’d managed to talk to Lily for ten minutes without her biting his head off, and was actually able to help her produce an incorporeal patronus.

‘Expecto Patronum!” I called, but it was no use. Only a white puff came out my wand; was it possible I was getting worse?

“What are you thinking of?” asked Lily with a frown.

I blushed. “The first time I ate strawberry ice cream.” It had been summer of second year, and I’d never tried the stuff before. Heavenly.

“No wonder you’re not producing anything.” Remus commented, his eyebrows raised. “That’s not strong enough. You underestimate yourself”

“And you underestimate my love for strawberry ice cream.”

He grinned at that. “Come on, you can do it. Think of something really, truly happy.”

“Like me.” Peter piped up. “I’m happy.”

Marlene rolled her yes.”Not like Peter. Like… the first time you rode a broom.” She looked wistful.

“I hate quidditch.” I reminded her, tugging her from the daydream.

“Oh. Right.” She looked thoughtful for a moment before an idea struck and she grinned. I had reason to be suspicious of that look. “The first time you rode a boy?”

I blushed scarlet. “Marlene!”

She cackled, as Sirius snuck up on me again. “I can help with that.” he muttered, winking at me.

Still Scarlet, I rolled my eyes at him as he covered his hand over own, holding the wand. “Close your eyes”. he muttered.

“I can do it myself.” I grumbled, but did as he said, aware of his body pressed against mine, the smell of his musky scent in my nose. “Now take a deep breath.” He nudged closer to me, and my heart skipped a beat. “Remember that day by the black lake?” he whispered. “Where I dared you to go in and then swam out to save you when you nearly drowned?”

“I pretended to drown.” I reminded, him, smiling at the memory. “I wanted to get you back.”

“Remember how it felt when we were nose to nose in the water? You were soaking wet, your hair all plastered to your head and mascara running down your cheeks, but you’d never looked more beautiful to me.” He paused. “I think that was the day I fell in love with you.”

My eyes flew open to find him grinning. My throat felt dry. “You did? You are?”

“Of course I am.” he whispered back, keeping his hand on my extended wrist. “How could I not be?”

I swallowed. “Sirius…”

“Ssh. Don’t say anything.” He guided my hand out just a little bit further. “Close your eyes and just remember that day.”

I thought of it all- the water, the sun, the sight of him in front of me- all soaked hair and sparkling grey eyes, his hair dripping soppily. He’d looked so handsome. I thought of how I’d felt- laughing and splashing him in the water, and then the way he’d held me- as if I was the most precious thing in the world.

“Expecto Patronum.” I said gently.

And we both watched as Padfoot leaped from my wand and raced across the floor- an overexcited puppy waggling his tail. James and Peter stared open mouthed, whilst Remus smiled knowingly and Lily and Marlene admired what a nice patrous it was- not knowing just how much it meant.

I turned to Sirius, whose eyes were wide open with disbelief, happiness, and boundless, heart-felt love.

I laughed, filled with euphoria. “I guess this means I love you too.” I whispered, before pressing my lips to his, and melting into him.

Sometimes, you just won’t be the one she wants.
It won’t matter that you’ll want to know the parts of her she keeps hidden behind countless walls, like that smile you adore.
While you’re awake longing for her warmth, she’ll be sleeping soundly, or awake craving someone else.
It’s not that you aren’t enough as a person, but for whatever reason she has, it won’t be you that she wishes would be there to fill the emptiness in her bed.
And someday you’ll accept that, someday you’ll be okay, but it’s going to hurt first.
Oh man, is it going to hurt.
—  Maxwell DiawuohHarsh Truths #1
never let me go pt. 1

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Genre: angst, implied smut (with eventual smut)

Word Count: 10,064

A/N: This is a reworked version of the piece I had originally posted. Based on the novel of the same name.

Originally posted by jengkook

You stood at the river’s edge and stared out across the black water. Your eyes caught in a daze wondering what your life was like if you had just been born like everyone else. What your life would be like if you had come from a womb instead of test tube. You had always dreamed of crossing the other side, to see what life was like outside of the city you were placed in. But as you thumbed the folded piece of paper in your pocket you knew that you would never get the chance.

You slipped the paper from the confines of your pocket and re-read it for the 55th time. Your first donation was scheduled a week from tomorrow. You had to report to the hospital in 5 days for preparations and blood work to make sure that your perfectly created body was still perfect.

Jungkook’s smile flashed before your eyes and a lump caught in your throat making it hard to hold back the sobs that were trying to escape your lips. He was waiting for you back at the hospital. It was after all, the eve of his second donation. Even though you had been through this process almost a hundred times before, it still made your whole body shake with nerves.

And now it was your turn.

You looked at the paper in your hand and over to the black water lapping at your feet. You adjusted your feet against the chain link fence, the only barrier between you and the unknown, and leaned forward. You watched as the paper floated on the surface of the water but didn’t sink. You gripped one hand on the railing and the other reached forward.

The silver bracelet on your wrist suddenly came alive as your hand hit the floating paper. The cold water stung your fingertips as the alarm from your wrist echoed through the night. You pulled back and planted your feet back on the earth beneath you. But the beeping didn’t stop.

It wasn’t long before the sound of tires pulled up behind you. You didn’t turn around as their footsteps approached, you being the target. One of them cleared their throat and you finally turned around to the face the men that had come to collect you. “It’s time to go, Y/N. Jungkook is going to be worried about you” the man told you.

You cocked your head to the side and scoffed, “So the rumors are true, watchers do exist”

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anonymous asked:

What our your feelings on All Might and Deku? Both as Mentor and Student, Father Figure and Son Figure, and just as a character relation in general. I personally find it one of the most touching mentorships in the show, and I guess that's the point as they are center stage. (Just give us all of the hugs Hiro. Let Izuku hug skeleton dad)

All Might and Izuku’s relationship

Oh no Anon, what have you done, sending me an ask about one of my favorite subject in BNHA? Do you like to read my overthought endless answers that much? I’ve taken quite the time to write, so I’m late for this one and all the others in my inbox. Sorry; I hope this sorta long appreciation post will take you some time to read and make the waiting more tolerable. All Might and Izuku’s relationship is one of the best written and touching I’ve ever had the chance to read, and let me tell you exactly why I think that. 

Izuku spent most of his life admiring All Might and identifying to him. There’s no such a thing he ignores about his heroic achievements. Even though he was quirkless, he looked up to him, so much he considered applying for UA, the high school where All Might went. What Izuku wants to do is ‘save people with a fearless smile’, just like All Might. His room is filled with All Might’s goodies, and kinda like us, Izuku spends time on the internet rambling about his idol and making theories about his eventual quirk. All Might has been present as an image in Izuku’s mind practically his whole life. However, like the rest of the population, he knows close to nothing about All Might’s previous life as Toshinori Yagi. All Might, because of the secret he’s carrying of One for All, is just known as All Might. In fact, his personal identity as Toshinori Yagi was almost lost when he became the Symbol of Peace. Only Gran Torino and his best friend Naomasa Tsukauchi know about his previous identity and are still kinda close to him. Well, only Tsukauchi is, and all the odds are they barely see each other at all outside of their work. All Might doesn’t have any family because of his status; those two are what are more close to a family to him. Despite being the strongest hero, All Might is alone. He’s carrying this burden by himself and hasn’t allowed anyone close to him, probably because he doesn’t have time to do so, because he does’t want to endanger anyone he might cherish, and because he knows about his fate more than anyone and didn’t want to establish any relationship that may have caused a lot of pain. Nana Shimura had an husband and a child; her husband was killed, and she separated herself from her kid because it was too much of a danger for them. After those tragedies, Nana was killed herself, and all the pain it must have caused All Might probably dissuaded him to get close to anyone. He raged against All for One, almost killed him and was barely killed himself. His health deteriorated, and Nighteye, his sidekick at the time, tried to persuade him to retire so he could prevent his foretold death. All Might refused and took his functions back, because what could he do other than that? Being the Symbol of Peace is all that there is about him, if he can’t be this strong pillar anymore, he can’t find any purpose and will be left with nothing but regrets. He left Nighteye and continued his duties, being more and more bitter about his health and how little he could do now. And then, he met this weird kid who stuck himself on his leg just so he could talk to him, and poured his heart out in front of him. And the first thing he did was rejecting him and telling him to give up. What were the odds for this kid to jump in shortly after in a situation where All Might himself was hesitating over? What were the odds for All Might to find his inspiration back because of this quirkless kid who made him remember who he was and why he was doing all of that? We often see how All Might changed Izuku’s life, but just consider how meeting Izuku has changed All Might’s life as well.

When they met, Izuku and All Might were both alone. Izuku as a quirkless kid rejected and denied by others, and All Might as the Symbol of Peace who couldn’t allow himself to be close to anyone. Sure, he was looking for a successor, but I’m not convinced someone else than Izuku could have inspired All Might so much, and give him another purpose in his life. Izuku keeps surpassing All Might’s expectations, and each time, All Might grows more and more fond of this boy who seemed so weak at first but is, in fact, more heroic than anyone. He’s genuinely impressed by Izuku, and keep discovering new sides to him. Their relationship clearly evolves through the manga and is becoming more and more personal and loving. Honestly, I’ve never seen such a beautiful relationship deprived from any struggle for authority and power. Izuku and All Might immediately bonded: after the Sludge incident All Might rushed to Izuku to apologize for making light of him, and finally tell him what’s gonna turn their lives upside down ’You can be a hero’. After that, Izuku spent ten months training under All Might’s supervision, and so they gradually became accustomed to each other. Izuku never lost his admiration for All Might, but because they’ve been hanging around and getting used to each other, they built up strong foundations for their relationship. The best way to get close to someone is spend time frequently with them. So even though it was presented to us through an ellipse, Izuku and All Might actually spent a lot of time together and were already pretty accustomed to each other since the beginning. I like that Hori made it that way so the rest of the story is used to unfold their relationship and how it grows up to be even more strong because the bases were already built since chapter two.

Even through that ellipse, we were shown some characteristics of All Might, like how careful, supportive and kind he is, and how much of a dork he can be. All Might is someone who is very gentle, and that’s probably what I like the most about him. He’s the strongest hero, so he could be intimidating if he wanted, but surprisingly, despite all the power and authority is in charge with, All Might is still very gentle and benevolent. He keeps praising Izuku, encouraging him and being amazed in front of him. And as things go on, All Might truly becomes a doting parent. Once Izuku was admitted to UA, he went to look at how things were going hidden behind a wall and thinking how cool Izuku was. In Ultra Archive, on Izuku’s presentation page, it’s All Might who’s doing the little commentary on him. And it’s just so cute, you can tell how fond he is of Izuku.

All Might truly cares about Izuku’s upbringing, and is doing his best to understand and answer what he needs. Because of that, All Might can make mistakes and fail as a proper teacher because he’s too preoccupied by Izuku’s well being and isn’t being fair and objective. All Might isn’t handling Izuku’s education perfectly, and he doesn’t have any issue admitting it and trying to improve, particularly about Izuku’s relationship with Bakugou. When I see All Might behaving like that, I truly wish he could be a model not only as a hero but as a parent as well. Like Inko Midoriya, All Might truly values Izuku and respects his decisions, while not agreeing on everything and taking time to talk with him about different issues they’re concerned with, because his opinions and thoughts are also important. They share and come to decisions together; if you take Todoroki and Endeavor’s relationship to compare, you’ll understand how important it is that Izuku and All Might are on equal grounds. After that, their relationship progressed steadily, and I’m not gonna comment all the times All Might was amazed by Izuku and his progression.

What I liked from the beginning is how there’s mutual affection and care in their relationship. Izuku also tries, in his own way, to protect All Might. At USJ, he knew All Might was actually injured and couldn’t keep up the fight. So even though it was dangerous and painful for him, he jumped in and protected his mentor. When All Might is known to be safe and sound, Izuku is sincerely relieved. 

It already didn’t matter that All Might wasn’t strong and perfect all the time; Izuku protected him and looked up to him anyway. It truly made me notice how much Izuku already valued All Might as an actual person and not just as his idol, and how it was opening up the path to a more family-oriented relationship. All those times where Izuku thought of All Might, wanted to talk to him about his improvements and share stories with were also a casual and daily way to build up their upcoming relationship as a Familial bond. 

What truly changed their relationship to what is it now was their reunion after the Kamino incident. All Might and Izuku met up, and All Might scolded Izuku for putting himself in danger once again. But then, he let him know he was relieved that Izuku was alright, and took him in his arms to comfort him. It’s such an intense, moving and heartbreaking scene to witness. As it was the end of All Might, it also truly was the rebirth of Toshinori Yagi pledging to take care of Izuku, to devote himself to him. His role now isn’t to take care of society anymore, to be a Symbol of Peace and a pillar. This All Might is no more. His role now is to take care of Izuku and nurture him, so of course their relationship just took a new turning point. This scene was so powerful, and probably made all of us cry from the pure distress, fear and love in there, it was overwhelming. So much emotions were colliding and making both of them cry as well. They were relieved they were alright and at the same time, they couldn’t help what was lost forever and fear the consequences awaiting for them.

After that, Toshinori meeting Inko Midoriya was such an heavy and intense scene where the two people who care the most about Izuku confronted about his future. It was amazing. It made Toshinori considered Izuku in a new light too. When Izuku brought the letter Kouta wrote to apologize and offer his thanks to him, Toshinori truly realized that Izuku had already become his own person who could find reward in what he had done by himself. This realization came with so much pride and admiration for Izuku I was myself astonished of how much Toshinori loves Izuku. He adores Izuku, and it’s so important for him to continue guiding him and being present in his life he actually did a dogeza in front of Inko Midoriya and offered his life as a counterpart. His pledge was so powerful Inko felt on her knees, because Toshinori was groveling on the ground and begging her so he could continue to nurture Izuku. This boy is so precious to him he offered his very own person. Not as a hero protecting society, but as a guardian, as a parent cherishing his child.  

After that, it kinda desolates Toshinori to be ’the one being protected’ now, but the man has done so much until now, he really deserves his rest. As this new father figure, it’s gonna be hard on Toshinori to just watch Izuku from afar and can’t do anything to help directly. But now that their relationship took this path, there are gonna be plenty of things for them to do as well. At first, Toshinori really need to open up to Izuku more because there are still a lot of things they need to talk about, and too often Izuku was left in the dark about some issues that disturbed him. The very existence of Mirio and the possibility there was for him to inherit One for All took aback Izuku; and this kind of situation already happened too often and it’s not a good thing. Once he learned that, Izuku was so preoccupied he did poorly in class, and in the end rushed after Toshinori to confront him about it. 

So there’s still plenty of room for their relationship to develop, particularly about Nana Shimura, Toshinori’s past, and his and Izuku’s future as well. It’s still pretty unclear what Toshinori’s fate will be from now on. Nighteye foresight told him he was to die a gruesome death, but all the moments Toshinori pledged he was planning to go on living, in front of All for One and Inko Midoriya, even after losing his powers, we can’t tell for sure what’s gonna happen. 

Toshinori was planning to die, to let go of his life and wasn’t afraid to do so once his duty was done. But then he met Izuku, and all of his plans changed suddenly. He couldn’t allow himself to die anymore because Izuku was here. And I’m not gonna pretend I have the precise words to tell exactly how beautiful this is. He’s not ready to die for Izuku; he’s ready to twist his fate and live for Izuku.

Izuku really became the reason for Toshinori to find a new purpose in life, and to actually hold on to his life. Their relationship is wonderful because it’s flawed and improving for that reason, and is overflowing of mutual affection and admiration. So I truly love their relationship. Toshinori is also my favorite grown up character of all times, because he still grows and improves, still meets people and changes path, still is an awkward and loving doting parent who wants nothing but the best for Izuku. He also shows that adulthood isn’t the end of the road, that making your dreams come true doesn’t mean you live happily ever after and your life’s interest kinda over. It’s important to convey it in a shonen such as BNHA; it makes you identify with older characters as well as you grow up, and proves that even if youthfulness is represented and idealized everywhere as ‘the most fun and important part of your life’, it’s not the only time you’ll be developing yourself, meet important people in your life and chose new paths and purposes for yourself. As you grow older, there’s still plenty of room for you to improve, change and take on new challenges. It doesn’t make you bitter about adulthood. How could you be bitter when you see such a dorky adult as Toshinori? Izuku surely truly isn’t, as their relationship can witness, and really, it’s no wonder why.

Peter was familiar with this feeling.

After the fire, he’d sat in the bed, burns healing slowly cell by cell, unable to move, to speak, to cry. He’d felt nurses’ impersonal hands touch him, but never the touch of Pack. Laura and Derek may have come to visit him before running to New York, but he hadn’t been conscious when they had, if they had. And he’d gone mad: mad with pain, mad with anger, mad with betrayal, mad with bitterness and rage and a need for revenge. The first kind touch he’d felt in years had been from Jennifer, the sick woman who’d been a bit too ‘friendly’ and he’d had no qualms with ending her as soon as he was able. She’d been useful but he’d humor no one who saw to use him when he’d been in such a state.

But he was familiar, was the point. Familiar with this longing, this aching loneliness. This craving for companionship, for acceptance. To touch and scent another, to be touched and hold another’s scent. It was the wolf’s nature. And ever since returning to life, he had had little to no contact with any of the so-called ‘pack’ and he craved that touch. Derek, of course, was the obvious first choice, but even coming within reaching distance of his nephew was grounds for the Alpha to attack, lunging or hitting or shoving. It was draining and not very helpful in the whole scene of things. It put his wolf on edge even more so than it already was (a true feat, indeed).

Derek’s mistrust bled down into his pups so Boyd, Erica, and Isaac all treaded lightly around him, skirting the edges and avoiding all contact. And Scott took to glaring at him anytime he was within ten feet of him. And of course, it didn’t have to come from another wolf, but they should’ve been able to understand more so than any of the others would. Not that Peter was going to admit that he was needing the soothing touch of Pack, but still.

Lydia was mentally killing him anytime he was within her sight. The thought of carrying the scent of Argent made him recoil from the idea of Allison, even without considering how Scott would try to kill him if he tried. And he doubted Stiles would result with any better results, even if the boy would’ve been his first choice.

Peter sighed, once more at a loss on how to sooth his pacing wolf. It wasn’t until the full moon though that he was even willing to admit that the problem was getting out of control. His wolf had prevented much common sense and Peter had only barely been able to keep himself within the confines of his apartment on that night. He wanted to run, before the fire that’s what they had done during full moons, but now with Argents in the territory and Derek brooding and temperamental, it was better for everyone if he kept to himself. But he couldn’t keep keeping to himself, or he would literally go insane. Turn Omega. Being trapped alone with only his wolf had ruined him before and it was doing it again, slowly but surely.

He was sadly used to his wolf whining now, whimpering and pleading with his distant packmates to scent and welcome him within their midst. And sitting at the loft made it so much worse. Watching them brush against each other and laugh and joke and tease, but being kept at the outskirts, unable to join. It didn’t matter what he did, how much information or help he offered, he was mistrusted. And maybe he didn’t blame them–he did have a penchant for secrets–but for god’s sake he’d been half out of his mind and had had to relive his Pack being burnt alive in his head for six years. It took a toll and made people a little hell-bent on revenge.

He held back another sigh, flicking another page in his book and scanning for anything that would be useful against the tree nymphs that had taken up residence within the preserve. He hummed thoughtfully as he read a man’s personal story towards how he banished the creatures from his land.

“Did you find something?”

Peter stiffened, shocked as Stiles pressed his hand against his shoulder and the boy looked over him to read what he’d just read. His wolf was silent, tense, and neither of them dared to breathe for fear of the boy pulling away. His hand was warm, his scent pleasing. Whereas the boy used to smell like a teenaged combination of fear-sweat, body spray, and Fritos, he now had a more mature natural musk with mildly scented deodorant and just a hint of cologne. There was still the metallic tinge of his ADHD medication, but mostly it all just wrapped up into the enjoyable scent of Stiles.

“Hey, yeah, that’d be a good idea,” Stiles was talking, leaning further over the back of the couch and pressing more of his weight down on Peter. He took the weight easily, wishing he could lean over just that extra inch to press his cheek against Stiles’ and to just rub his scent into his skin.

“Great find, dude,” Stiles commented, smirking down at him before reaching over and snatching the book from his hold. His wolf whimpered painfully when Stiles pulled away and Peter barely managed to keep from yanking him over the couch and into his lap.

Stiles was touchy. He was always leaning on other pack members or they were leaning on him. He was probably the only one who everyone else was completely comfortable with, to be frank. Even Derek didn’t seem to have any major problem with him and Derek had issues with everyone. Still, for him to touch Peter so casually, press against him so familiarly…

Peter had tried to get away with sneaking quick brushes against the others in lieu of any real pack contact and those had all been horrible failures, but maybe Stiles would allow it. Before he’d assumed the boy would be too skittish, too mistrusting, as all the others–Stiles was honestly the most cautious one of the pack–but it would seem he’d been accepted by the boy. It was a nice thought.

So Peter tried it at the next pack meeting. He wandered past where the teens were working on their homework, heading for the kitchen. He noticed how Isaac leaned further up on the couch in response to him passing behind it, but Stiles remained unbothered. Peter dared to brush his fingers across the boy’s shoulder, holding his breath and trying not to appear too suspicious when Stiles looked up at him.

“Need anything?” He offered quietly, not knowing what else to say. What could excuse him touching Stiles?

Stiles quirked a small smile, eyes seemingly pleased. “Nah, I’m good,” he returned, turning his attention back to his report after Peter’s nod of acknowledgement.

Peter headed into the kitchen, barely managing to hold himself together for that long. He pressed back against the cool refrigerator as soon as he was hidden by the wall, hands trembling and legs shaking. His heart was pounding. Amazingly, wonderfully, the boy hadn’t rejected his touch. Hadn’t jerked away and turned his vicious, scathing tongue on him.

It took a while for Peter to get himself together. When he did, he grabbed a bottle of water and left the kitchen, passing the teens once more. He allowed his hand to casually run across the back of the couch, brushing against Stiles arm that was propped up against the backrest. Stiles glanced up to meet his gaze, a smile on his lips. Peter fled from the loft, fingers burning from the touch of the bare skin of Stiles’ arm.

The Amityville Ghost

In the early morning hours of 13 November, 1974, 23-year-old Ronald DeFeo Jr systematically shot and killed his father, mother, and his four siblings, as they slept in their beds of their Amityville, Long Island, New York home.

During his trial, he claimed that he had killed his family in self-defence because he had heard their voices plotting to kill him. But the story doesn’t end there: In December 1975, the Lutz family purchased the house and over the course of 28 days, they claimed they were plagued and terrorised by paranormal phenomena while living there, before fleeing the property. Some such claims included green slime running from the walls, hidden rooms, images of half headed demons, a demonic pig, as well as mysterious welts and wounds appearing out of nowhere.

After the family fled the macabre home, they called in investigators which was when the photograph above was snapped, apparently showing a ghost of a little boy peering out from behind the door; many believe it to be the ghost of 9-year-old John Matthew DeFeo. Whether the truth in this haunting case was stretched or even a hoax all together, it still remains one of the most sensationalised ghost stories worldwide, even inspiring multiple books and movies.

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What do you think of mid century modern homes?

Mid-Century homes are the built record of a time of hope after WWII. They are open, transparent and built from modern materials using new technologies. They seem to house the dream and vision of a bright future. Maybe that is why we look at them with a certain sense of awe and inspiration as a generation confronted with a world intent in making things like they were a long time ago, hidden behind walls and afraid of everyone different.

Farnsworth House MIes Van Der Rohe

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One Day, I'll Marry You (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

This is my first DEH imagine (I’ve written a shit load of AWG fics.)

If it’s shitty it’s because I wrote this at 3 am and am too tried to proofread twice.

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Jared Kleinman.

The ever present Jared Kleinman

The family friend Jared Kleinman

The loser Jared Kleinman

The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman

For you Jared was a forced childhood friendship destined for failure from the get go. Or so your families thought. Your moms where friends in high school and remains friends till this day, and were elated when they discovered they were pregnant with babies at the same time! So close in time that you were born less than an hour apart on the same day, same month, same year. Which meant same birthdays and the joint parties! You and Jared had known each other from birth and were stuck with each other. No escaping him. Ever.

As the two of you got older it was apparent to the families of both parties that you two were most likely not going to be friends once your personalities developed. Jared loved video games and action figures and comic books, while you enjoyed playing outside, dolls, and kiddie makeup. Your mothers had predicted your separation after your first fight, what game was to be played. You weren’t even in school yet but they just knew. Or so they thought.

“It’s gonna happen and soon. You know they won’t stay friends” Jared’s mom said while drinking wine at the dining room table. You and Jared were hidden behind the wall, eavesdropping on them. They didn’t know this but the two of you were in a ninja phase, Jared was given Sly Cooper from his grandmother and you both LOVED IT.

“They think we are gonna like, breakup!” Jared whispered to you.

“We can’t breakup we’re not even married!” You replied your knowledge of the world so minimal, all you knew was marriage.

“Well we should prove them wrong!” He cheered. You heard both mothers suddenly stop talking, you locked eyes and took off down the hall way back to Jared’s room in a fit of giggles.

“Hey (y/n)?” Jared piped up after you were safely hidden in his room “when we’re older, like 13, I’m going to marry you!”

“I’ll say yes!” Your giggled picking up the Play Station controller.


That was 14 years ago. This is today.

You were packing your over night bag to drop off at Jared’s before school, you really only packed clothes, you spent almost every weekend at the Kleinman’s so they had a set of over night things for you already.

Grabbing your keys off your nightstand you left the house from your back door, and you found yourself in the Kleinman’s kitchen, you knew this large house like the back of your hand, reminiscing slightly as you headed up to Jared’s room, little you in picture frames smiling brightly always with Jared. You stopped at your favorite, the two of you were sopping wet, holding hands, and neither of you aware of poison ivy and fevers manifesting in your bodies.


You and Jared were 8 years old, it was the end of your joint birthday party, everyone was gone and your parents were helping clean up the small outdoor venue. For the first time all day the area was quiet, a mischievous smile painted on your face as the sound of running water swam to your ears.

“Jared! Jared listen! There’s a waterfall or something! Let’s go find it!!” Your chirped grabbing his hand and pulling him into the woods.

“(Y/N) we’re going to get in trouble!” He cried slipping his hand from yours.

“Jared if I’m going to be your wife you’re going to need to follow me anywhere!” You insisted. Ever since that day he said he’d marry you neither of you denied it. It seemed almost wrong for either of you to consider anyone else. And besides boys had cooties, Jared isn’t a boy. He is Jared and that’s different.

You two clambered through underbrush to the small river at the back end of the property. Sun shone down on to the shallow water, leaves tumbled gently from the oak trees above, and you and Jared shamelessly stripped down to your underwear and splashed into the stream.

After 30 minutes of of playing pretend in the river, you both were so cold you were blue and decided it was best to get dressed and head home. Your clothes were soaked from your splashing, and stuck to you like a second skin.

Your parents, worried sick, cried with joy when you guys showed up in the field by the venue. Jared’s mom gasped at her soaking wet, shivering son and his best friend. Your mom cracked up at the scene before her and instantly took a picture of the two of you, hands locked, soaked to the bone, grass stuck to your sticky skin, and grinning like mad men.

Later than evening both you and Jared were itchy like hell and coughing like crazy. The prognosis; poison ivy and a fevers from the cold river.


You smiled and continued down the hallway to Jared’s room, pushing open white door you found your best friend just waking up. Blurry eyed and voice still husky from sleep he squinted at you confused. “W-what are you doing here?” He groaned as his hand reaching for the glasses that had fallen to the floor moments ago. Walking into his room you grabbed his glasses, put them on, and sat straddling his sleepy body.

“I’m staying the night of course. I’m just going to come straight here after school,” you replied poking is squishy face.

“Yes because your house is so very far away,” he rolled his eyes “where the fuck are my glasses?” In a fit of giggles you grabbed his face between your hands and leaned in close, your face and the glasses on them coming into focus.

“I don’t know J, where the fuck are your glasses?” You said dead serious.

“Go fuck a goat,” he scolded shoving you off onto the floor. You broke out into another fit of giggles, the last you’d seen of his face he was glaring at you, but that facade fell away and he smiled at you gently. He tapped your ribs with his foot as he got out of bed and went to his closet.

“You know if I’m going to be your wife, you need to treat me better!” You said as you got off the floor.

“Yes (y/n), because you’re so set on being my wife,” He deadpanned.

“Wow Mr. Kleinman if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re jealous!” You gasped flopping onto his bed. He mumbled a response that you didn’t hear.

‘Well (y/n). It’s a great thing you don’t know any better,’ you never heard it. But it was a thought that had plagued Jared for a while now.


School was slow and the only reason you didn’t give up preform a self inflicted virgin sacrifice in the bathroom was because Jared kept texting you about tonight.

From: Kleinmeme 🎮

My parents are having a date night, the house is ours till tomorrow. But dinner is up to us.

To: Kleinmeme 🎮

Pizza or Chinese?

From: Kleinmeme 🎮

Dad is leaving $50 like a fucking pimp, so the only reasonable dinner to buy is both and sodas.

To: Kleinmeme 🎮

Damn you. Making me hungry and also giving me a will to live via dinner.

From: Kleinmeme 🎮

You can’t die. I need you. How can I summon Satan if I don’t have his vessel?

To: Kleimeme 🎮

Stop texting me, if Mrs. P takes my phone I’m going to take your soul.


“I’m just saying if you’re going to pick Bowser you’ve got to play to win!”

“ITS MARIO KART YOU DIPSHIT. I DONT PLAY TO WIN. I JUST WIN!”

“WANNA FUCKIN BET?”

You and Jared took off down the sidewalk, barreling full speed ahead to his front door. Running around his house you gathered pillows, blankets, and a nights worth of drinks. You placed orders for pizza and Chinese while Jared set up all of his gaming consoles in basement.


It was midnight, you were pregnant with a Chinese-Italian baby and Jared was complaining he was going through food baby labor. The TV was playing Friends reruns and you and Jared were swaddled in tons of blankets.

“You know. I wouldn’t make a good wife. I can’t cook for shit. But damn I can order a good fuckin’ pizza,” you announced getting up to clean up the take out containers.

“That’s alright sweetheart, I’ll cook. You just go to work and look pretty” he replied in a surprisingly serious tone. You never thought Jared actually meant anything by his comments on your imaginary marriage, but you’d be lying if you hadn’t thought about him romantically.

“Did, did you just call me sweetheart?” You stuttered, your cheeks flushing. Suddenly you appreciated the darkness of the basement.

“I also said you look pretty, what’s your point. Also don’t even say I’m lying we both know you’re fucking drop dead gorgeous,” he grumbled, Jared was practically in love with you. You were his best friend, his partner in crime, and the one that got away. That is if he ever actually had you.

“Jared Kleinman! Are you professing your love to me!” You feigned shock, attempting to defuse the situation with humor.

“You know what, fuck it! (Y/full/N) I’m in love with you. I am. For once no jokes or memes. I’m seriously head over heels for you and have been since the 6th grade. You’re the only person who makes me feel like I’m not just an annoying nuisance. You listen to me prattle on and on about stupid memes and video games and you put up with all of my shit from late night rants to family vacation skype calls. You’re always here and you make me so unbelievably happy. God I love you. Your smile. Your eyes. Your humor. Your wit. Your body. God I fucking love your body. I love you,” he admitted. All you could do was stare at him in shock, you never even thought he could have feelings for you beyond friends. You wanted to hold him and kiss him and tell him you felt the same but you couldn’t move, your mind was going too fast for your body. “You know what forget it. Forget I said anything. You obviously don’t care. I’m sorry I know you don’t feel the same, I mean how could you? I’m just Jared Kleinman The ever present Jared Kleinman. The family friend Jared Kleinman, The loser Jared Kleinman, The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman. And you’re (y/n) and everyone knows you can do better than me by a long shot,” tears pooled in his eyes, you still hadn’t reacted, and he was just waiting for your disgusted rejection, but it never came.

“Jared Kleinman. You’re the best person I know. You always make me smile no matter how bad life gets. You’ve been here for it all, no matter how emotionally disturbed or distant I get. You keep me sane, you keep me safe, you keep me honest. I love you too, more than friends, more than best friends, more than I’ve loved anything ever,” you pulled him into your arms, his body racking with sobs. “Please stop crying, it’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” you pet his hair and held him to you tightly. He slowly lifted his head from your shoulder and looked at you, his puffy, bloodshot eyes filled with happiness and love. Suddenly you were swept off you feet, he spun you around in joy, all at once you felt you feet return to the ground and you felt Jared’s lips land on yours. It wasn’t a nice kiss, it was wet with salty tears, it was uneducated, too fast and hard, but it was perfect because it was you and it was Jared.

You settled back into the make shift blanket mattress on the floor, curling into Jared’s chest you smiled, happier than ever. He placed a kiss on the top of your head, his arms wrapped around you shoulders.

“Hey (y/n),”

“Yes Jared?”

“You need to go home,”

“What! Why?”

“It’s Saturday. And Saturday is for the boys,”

“Go the fuck to sleep Kleinmeme,”

“Goodnight Love,”

“Goodnight squish,”


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Meet Me Inside - Part 2

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Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You really wanted your last year to go without a hitch so you could finally get your Masters degree. But then Professor Barnes walks in to your lecture. And he makes it a whole lot harder to focus.

A/N: I got such a great response to the first chapter. It truly blew me away. Thank you so much. If anyone wants to create a fic header for the masterlist of this fic, I’d love you forever lol.

Warnings: None really, like one swear word.

Words: 1603

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

Waking up to 4 texts from Natasha wasn’t what you had expected. She had early morning lectures so it wasn’t a surprise but you hadn’t planned on having a discussion on what you should wear that particular morning.

“ Are you seeing Professor Sexy McSexface today? “

“ Okay I gotta admit, that’s not my finest work. But it’s 9am, sue me “

“ You should totally wear something hot just fyi “

“ I’m sure that’ll help him give you his ‘notes’ ;) ;) “

You can’t help but laugh at her early morning ramblings. How she managed to function in the mornings was still a mystery to you but you guessed it had something to do with an entire pot of coffee. Rolling out of bed, you send a response.

“ And why would I wear something hot? “

“ Also that last one doesn’t even make sense, what is wrong with you? “

But the thought began to look appealing. He’d shown no interest in you whatsoever yesterday. Yeah because he’s your professor, this isn’t some damn romcom you remind yourself. And yet… Here you were considering dressing up a bit as opposed to the usual “throw anything on” approach you had begun to take after being in university for so long.

Your phone chimes.

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Awkward Encounter

 Summary : Just keep reading, its cute I swear ;)

 Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Nudity , nsfw gif, swearing .

MasterList


   Being close friends with wanda maximoff is a gift ; she’s sweet, caring , beautiful and so much more . You wish the world could see her as you do . You met in a book store , and instantly clicked . Now you spend most of your free time together , either at the avengers tower or at your apartment . You’ve gotten to meet the other members of her team, and got along with them just as well. You have almost as good of a bond with them as you do with wanda . So being around the tower isn’t abnormal for you , even when Wanda’s was busy. It didn’t take much for her to convince Stark to give you an ID pass for the tower. You have access to each of the teams floors, the gym and the communal floor; only Tony’s lab was off limits but he even let you come watch him work some days .

 Right now you’re in the gym, you had the urge to get in a quick workout before lunch with wanda after her meeting with Fury. You finally have a couple days off for work and plan and spending as much time you can with your friends . Nat ,Sam and Steve are also in the gym, but Sam and Nat exit about ten minutes before you and Steve . Your body is aching , i think I might of over did the elliptical today, fuck. You step into the ladies locker room, craving a hot shower to soothe your muscles , but as you reach the locker containing your bag , moan begin echoing through the room.

“ fuck Sam,”

“ you like that Natasha you -”

Originally posted by btvsladies

No no no no . GROSSSSS . You grab your bag and bolt out of the Locke room before you can get too scarred for life . There is no way I can skip out on a shower, I smell horrible . Oh! He boys showers! If Sams in there then they should be clear! You walk across the hall to the men’s lockeroom , upon entering you hear water running .

“ hello?” You call out

  “ y/n? Is everything okay? ” Steve calls out .you peek around the corner, licking eyes with a very naked, wet Captain America . Holy balls.

  “ ye-yeah . Uh Sam and natasha are … getting friendly in the other locker room, mind if I shower in here?”

  The shower stalls aren’t full height , they come up enough to cover a little above your waist .

“ yeah, that’s fine . Sorry about them .” He chuckles turning back around . Fuck his back is just as fucking beautiful as his front , damn. You shuffle around the locker room, dropping your bag and grabbing your shower shampoo , conditioner and body wash. You jump into the stall mirroring Steves, so your backs are to each other . This isn’t awkward right? It’s not like he’s going to see anything . You turn on the water and let out a shriek when it touches your skin . “ WHY IS THIS SO COLD?!?” Steve bursts out laughing , watching as you cower in the corner of the stall . 


Your back is to him , you can feel his eyes on you .

“ tony wanted to piss buck off, and made it so only one stall can have hot water at a time . So whenever we are all in here bucky manages to get the ice water , I completely forgot. ”

“ real fucking funny” you mumble . You wrap yourself in your towel after shutting off the after and grabbing your things . “ scoot over Rogers .”

  His eyes nearly pop from his sockets “ w-wh-what are you -”

“ it’s not like you’ve never seen a naked girl Rogers. I gotta shower and be ready before Wanda’s done ! Eyes up here Captain.” You step into his stall, ripping your towel off your body and hanging it over on the edge . A deep blush Rises from Steves neck to his cheeks . You send him a wink before stepping around him to get under the water .

 You moan at the feeling of the hot water on your muscles . “ is this too weird for you steve ? I can-”

  “ no , it’s okay !” He replies quickly , making you smirk .

“ whatever you say .” You wink and turn back around . Don’t look at naked steve roger , don’t look at naked steve rogers. after washing your hair  you rotate, letting steve under the water while you grab your body wash . You cave, letting your eyes wander over his backside . The team makes fun of his for having a small ass, but damn, is it a sight . You watch as he struggles to wash his lower/ middle back .

“ uh steve , you having an issue there ?” You giggle watching his arms flail as they try to reach certain spots

  “ shut up, my arms are sore and I usually have my loofa on a stick to help.” You explode with laughter , the image of captain America using a loofa on a stick flashes in your mind and you can’t control yourself . You hear him grunt , you smile and smack his hands away from his back.

“ let me help .” You use your body wash , letting it mix with his as your hands carress his back , lathering it until his back is covered . You press down a little harder , almost massaging his back. You hear a small groan escape him after you apply a little more pressure .

  “ you’re back is tight Steve .”

  “ feel free to keep going then y/n. I ain’t stoppin ya.” I will gladly keep my hands on this man, God every girl in America would kill for this chance . Your fingers move to his shoulders, applying extra pressure there when you feel numerous knots . Steves leaning forward , his hands flat against the stall wall infront of him, letting the shower rain over him as you continue massaging him, moans slipping from him every so often. After about 10 minutes he turns , giving you a crooked smile .

  “ I knew there’s a reason we keep you around.” You scoff , then switch your positions again so you can finally use your body wash for yourself . You lather it in your hands before running them down your sides before move them to your ass . You hear steve suck in a sharp breath as your hands smoothe the bubbles over your ass cheeks, kneading your hands against the globes of it.


You look over you shoulder, sending him an innocent smile as you continue your movements .

  “ my eyes aren’t down there Steven .” You dont have to turn around to know his eyes snapped up . You turn, applying more wash to your hands before lathering it over your front . You make sure to go slower when you run your hands around your chest , paying extra attention to your breasts. Steves eyes never stop watching your hands as they travel over your body . You watch as he tugs his lip between his teeth when your hands cupped your breasts, then slide up your neck . You lock eyes right before you whirl around to let the water rush over you and remove the bubbles . this entire situation has made a new heat Form in your body, specifically your core . The thought of someone as handsome as Steve Rogers watching you sets you on fire . You turn once again, Steves mouth opens , but the sound of the locker room door swinging open stops him. Both of your eyes go wide . Fuck , no one will let us live this down .

“ Steves?” Fucking Sam. You did the only thing you can think of , you move so Steves under the water Now, and you drop to your knees so your hidden by the stall wall. Dumb fucking move , now in eye level with Steves fucking boner . Your mouth drops at the view you have , Steves rock hard cock bobbing against his stomach . He got hard from watching me ? Go me 

  “ yeah sam?” You hear the shakiness in his voice, and you send him a worried look. don’t blow this steve ! Your eyes fall back to his dick , that was a poor choice of words y/n.

“ wanda just called and asked if we wanted to go to lunch with her and y/n. You in ?” Oh wanda .

You look up to steve , biting your lip as you lock eyes with him. You nod ‘yes ’ at him .

“ uh- ye-yeah . Just give me a little bit to get ready.”

  “ alright man. Meet us in the lobby in20, wanda said she’ll grab y/n and see us there .” You hear the door shut and you release the breath you’ve been holding . Steve extends his hands, helping to pull you up . Now there’s not even an inch between you , and his boner is pressed against your stomach . You can tell by how his rapidly chest is rising that he’s just as worked up as you .

“ y/n-” his eyes are just blown and your absolutely sure yours are the same . You bite your lip once again , neither of you removing your eyes from the other . One of his hands go to your waist , the other cupping your jaw while yours lay flat against his chest . His hand tilts your face up, his head leaning to the side as your lips get closer, before they can touch FRIDAYS voice booms through the locker room.

 "Miss y/n , miss maximoff is requesting your location . Would you like me to inform-“

  ” no FRIDAY, tell her I’ll be on her floor in a minute . “ Steves eyes are still on you, watching your lips now as you respond to The AI . You shoot him an innocent smile , both of you knowing whatever was about to happen just got cut short . As much as you don’t want to, you pull away from steve . Stepping back and grabbing your towel . You leave the stall to throw on your spare clothes , before leaving the locker room

What the hell just happened?

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Scribble-Doodle: Meanwhile, in the Demon Realm

Coda to episode 212.


“Back so soon?” Asmodeus chuckles from where he’s sprawled on a gilded settee.

Azazel stomps into the hall that’s so vast its walls are hidden in shadows and with a snarl, he points in Asmodeus’ direction, blasting the other Prince of Hell with his power. With an eye-roll, Asmodeus flicks one hand to deflect the blast, dispersing its energy in a cloud of madly fluttering moths.

“Temper, temper, my friend!” Asmodeus chides, still amused. “What killed you that it put you in such a heinous mood?”

Azazel sneers, rubbing his sternum. “An arrow,” he growls. “Your spawn’s lover shot me!”

That catches Asmodeus’ attention. “Oh really? Which one of my children chose their partner so wisely?”

Magnus Bane,” Azazel spits out.

That forces Asmodeus to abandon his leisurely sprawl and sit up. “My, my, Magnus got himself a new lover? Do tell, who is it? A vampire? A werewolf?” He curls his lip. “A mundane?”

“A Shadowhunter!” Azazel snaps, pacing back and forth in front of the settee, one hand still pressed to his sternum as if he can still feel the arrow lodged in there.

Asmodeus’ eyes widen in surprise, then they glitter with glee as he sits forward eagerly. “Oh, how positively intriguing!” He waves a hand to summon Azazel a chair and then a decanter filled with a darkly glowing liquid and two glasses. “Sit down, my friend, sit. And tell me more…”