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Mirror For The Sun - Part 9: Las Vegas

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Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, shameless twisting of canon to suit my lazy writing needs

Word Count: 4335

Author’s Note: Ok I don’t know how I feel about this part but this is the second rewrite and I just… here it is.

Originally posted by caps-bucky

After days crammed in the car and a night sleeping in the woods, this enormous suite in this luxury hotel feels excessive. Nat seemed to blend right in, a smug grin painting her face, not a hair out of place, a sleek dress to match the sleek tables and bright furniture. She’s the exact opposite of her friend, linked arm in arm with her, hair a soft tangle, still in that hoodie whose campfire smell lingers every time she moves. Just thinking about the smell of it reminds me of the morning but I shake the thought from my head, there are enough distractions here.

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Re: Bruce Wayne's character development in Wonder Woman

Though Bruce does not making an appearance in Wonder Woman, I really do appreciate what this movie did for his character. Slight spoilers below.

Anyone familiar with Bruce would know that he’s just as capable of digging up info on Diana, Steve, Sameer, Charlie and Chief as he is tracking down their group photo.

But all he did was track down the photo, with a note telling her that, maybe one day, she’ll trust him enough with her story. He cares about her and her privacy so much that he’s willing to wait and sit on info he could easily get, because it’s important and personal to her.

This is my Bruce.

Elopement - Jason Todd x Reader

Bullets rang around you as you sprinted down a corridor towards a closing metal door. You dove through, rolling to your feet on the other side. Glancing over your shoulder, you smiled when you saw the men chasing you disappeared behind the closing door. The door sealed behind you.

“I’m in,” you spoke into the comlink as you surveyed the room. Finding a control panel, you attempted to hack the building’s computer system.

A chuckle sounded from the other end of the comlink. “I never doubted you for a second.”

“Sure you didn’t, Lover-boy,” you teased, grinning at the chuckles buzzing in your ear. “How are you doing with the mercenaries?” 

“Oh, we’re having a party out here,” he replied. The faint sound of gunshots echoed through the com. You frowned when you didn’t get another answer.

“Jason?” The panic made your voice crack. Time stopped as you waited for a reply.

“I’m still here, Sweetheart.” You sighed as Jason’s husky voice filled your ear. Even after all this time, your heart still fluttered at the sound. “One of these idiots just shot himself.”

You snickered, finishing your hacking. Sticking a flash drive into the terminal, you started downloading the information. You and Jason had accepted a contract to collect data on Black Mask’s movements through the western part of the United States. The two of you were currently in one of Black Mark’s main warehouses in Las Vegas. “I’ve started the download.”

“Good,” Jason grunted. The sound of a punch came through the com. “I might need your help out here. More mercenaries showed up.”

“I’ll come when I can,” you replied. You hacked into the security cameras to find out where Jason was. When you found him, you winced at the number of new mercenaries attacking Jason. He was holding them off, but you knew he would need your help to take them down. 

The terminal beeped, the download was finished. You took the flash drive out, slipping it safely into your pocket. Taking out your own gun, you shot the terminal to erase your tracks. Once it was destroyed, the sealed door reopened to reveal the men who you had trapped outside. They raised their guns at you.

“Nice to see you again, Boys,” you greeted cheerfully, swinging into action. The men were down in five seconds flat. You sprinted back down the corridor towards a glass window. Shooting out the glass with your gun, you leaped through the window to land a flying kick to one of the mercenaries attacking Jason.

“Hello Sweetheart, it’s nice of you to drop in,” Jason flirted as you joined him in the battle. The two of you fought seamlessly together. 

“I was in the neighborhood,” you mused, punching a mercenary out cold. You flipped over Jason to perform a high kick on another one. 

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Secret is Out: Part 6

AN: Here is Part 6, as voted on twitter! Enjoy!

Prompt: What happens when secret identities are taken away from every DC superhero?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

    “You know you don’t have to wear the glasses, right?”

    Clark glances back at you in the mirror, before looking back at the glasses, “I suppose it doesn’t matter. They’ve pasted both versions of my face all over the news.”

    You crawl out of bed and jump on to his back, so that you’re hanging off his back. When you can’t quite manage it, he smiles and bends down a bit. Wrapping your arms around his neck, he makes sure you’re secure before straightening again.    

    “You realize it’s the same face, right? This one just happens to be void of glasses.”

“I know, I’m just going to miss it.”

You kiss his cheek, “Miss what?”

“Being able to walk around without being recognized, or taking you to dinner without

being ambushed by reporters. Going to work without being stared at.”

    You wince before letting go, and sliding off his back, “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

    “More than a little.”

    You nod, “Understandable, because if I worked in our office I’d give you lots of grief over writing articles about yourself.”

    His eyes focus in on you, “You do work in my office.”

    You snap your fingers, “That’s right! I take the photos, and dig up information, silly me.”

    He stares at you, “You have something planned.”

    You shrug before sending him a smirk, “Guess you won’t know until we get there.” And without another word you walk into the closet and change. When you’re done, you come out to find him staring at the door.

    You whisper, “Is there an alien on the other side?”

    His tone has a bit of bite to it, “Nope. Just lots and lots of neighbors.”

    You roll your eyes, “The neighbors have been trying to steal a glance of you since the news broke. You just keep flying out the window.”

    “There’s other women out there.”

    You roll your eyes, “Do I look worried? I have Shayera and Vixen at my beck and call. I’ve got mad back up, so it’s time to kick the farm boy persona, remember you’re in the city and get a move on, before we’re late.”

    He pouts a bit, but allows you to push him towards the door, you pull it open to reveal several of the little old ladies who live on your hall. You give him a look that says, “This is what had your tights in a twist?” before focusing on the neighbors.

“Good morning Ms. Ghent, Ms. Libby, how are you this morning?”

They smile, “We’re fine dear. Just here to tell you something.”


“Yes, we just wanted to let you know we got rid of those girls who were trolling around.

You and Clark are a match made in heaven, and just cause he saves the world doesn’t give them the right to come trolling around.”

    You smile, “Thank you Ms. Libby. To tell you the truth Clark is a bit nervous, this is our first time going out with everyone knowing.”

    Mrs. Ghent snorts, “Nonsense. Clark Kent is just as good a man as Superman. In fact this whole thing just makes the world seem a bit less crazy.”

    You glance at Clark to find him smiling, “Thank you Ms. Libby, Mrs. Ghent. Let me know if you ladies need anything moved, okay.”

    They smile and send the two of you off with a tin of cookies. The front door to your building is a bit of a different story. It’s filled with reporters and shouting fans. Clark glances at you, “Sad thing is we know each and every one of those guys.”

    You nod, “Half of them are scum.”

    “We should get a car.”

    You roll your eyes, “When you fly you can break Mach 1. We are not getting a car.”

    “Is flying your suggestion for this situation, because I’ll remind you that you’re wearing a skirt.”

    You smirk, “I have shorts on underneath.”

    The two of you stare at each other, before you surge forward and push open the doors. You stick your fingers in your mouth and let out a sharp whistle. The flashes from the cameras stops and you smile, “I’d just like to remind ALL of you, that there is a very good chance that we have worked together before, or at the very least I’ve worked with someone who knows you. That means I know your dirty little secrets. Also remember that I’m not my husband and I have no problem hanging you out to dry. So stop looking for news and go find a celebrity to photograph instead.”

    More than a few of them look nervous, and all of them know what you’re capable of. Clark comes out a minute later and asks, “Was that really necessary?”

    You stare at him for a minute, before turning and walking down the street. You murmur just loud enough for him to hear, “I married a boy scout.”

    He catches up, and takes your hand a moment later. You get stopped several times on your way. Mainly by fans. You get more than a few stares, but you make it to the office eventually.

    The stares are enough to unnerve even you. You’re proud of the way Clark keeps his head high and his eyes on his desk. You take your seats and get to work. You’ve almost blocked out the being watched feeling when Perry yells, “Kent. My office NOW!”

    You both jump up, until he says, “Superman only.”

    You wince at the use of the name, but watch as your husband walks in. Then you realize everyone else’s eyes are on him, and turn back to your work. He comes out half an hour later and slumps into his chair.

    Clicking through the images you ask, “Do I want to know?”

    “I’m not allowed to write about Superman anymore.”

    “As expected.”

    “He wants me to cover what it means to have superhero identities exposed. Interview the League and such.”

You laugh, “Can I be there when you ask Bruce for an interview?”

Clark just groans.  

ferardislove-ferardislife  asked:

MC as a painter and rfa+V&Saeren find out one day

This one gave me a little trouble because it’s really close to the artist one I’ve done in the past, but I did my best to make it unique. 


  • The two of you usually hang out at his place, simply because there’s more room and he’s got a nicer setup for things like movies or gaming. When you’re not there, you go out.
  • You decide not to tell him because you want to surprise him with a gift; a painting of his LOLOL character.
  • In the meantime, you let him teach you about the game and even make your own character (it’s actually really fun?), and he’s so excited that it doesn’t take long for you to end up with top-notch gear like his.
  • When his birthday rolls around, you carefully wrap the two paintings you made and take it over to him, handing them to him in anticipation.
  • He unwraps them eagerly and gasps, his jaw dropping at both of them; one of his character standing majestically against one of his favorite backdrops in the game, and one of your character posing with his.
  • “They’re beautiful,” he murmurs, staring down at them. “Did you ask someone to paint them for you?”
  • You laugh, knowing this was likely to come up. “Nope. I painted them myself.”
  • His eyes widen and he just blinks at you a moment before setting them down and scooping you up into his arms, twirling you around once and placing a kiss on your lips.
  • “W-wow! That’s so amazing! You’re so talented, why didn’t you ever tell me? I can’t believe you managed to capture them both so well…” and he’s off, chattering happily about the pictures as well as your skill, making sure to state over and over again how amazed and proud he is of you.
  • “I’m going to show all of my friends how awesome of a girlfriend I have!”


  • You want so badly to impress him, to show him you’re worth his time, and so you tell him over the phone one day.
  • He says he’s impressed and that one day he hopes to see something of yours. So of course, you decide to paint something specifically for him to see.
  • What is the question, but the answer presents itself when he calls you one day after Jumin pressures him about doing a cat food commercial, and he mentions in passing that that he likes dogs.
  • When you get off the phone, you excitedly open your sketch pad, determined to find a dog you think represents him and paint it.
  • Then he hurts his ankle and you pour yourself into your work, hoping that the hints everyone but Jaehee have been sending about you possibly going to see him is true and wanting to have it done by then.
  • You barely finish in time, but you do. No sooner is the paint dry then you have to go.
  • The door opens to his apartment and you immediately hand him the canvas, holding your breath as he takes it, motioning you inside before looking at it.
  • “This is beautiful, but if I may ask, why this dog?” His eyes never leave the canvas and you can tell he’s just being curious, not rude.
  • “I wanted to pick a breed that I thought fit what I think of when i think of you. So I chose the Alaskan Malamute; handsome and strong.”
  • He carefully sets it down and pulls you into a hug, a gesture you happily return.
  • “Thank you, I love it. Your personality is reflected in the way you painted it: beautiful and kind.”


  • You start the painting of Zen as soon as you discover how hard she has it, thinking maybe it will at least let her know someone cares for her.
  • It doesn’t take much to get Zen on-board with the plan, and he digs up some super rare photos of him in past roles for you to choose from.
  • When it’s done, you hitch a taxi ride to where she lives, purposefully timing it to arrive when Zen does to give her the grinder.
  • It’s rolled up in a tube and stuffed in your backpack, so she has no idea you have anything for her.
  • Which means she looks even more surprised when you extract the tube and hand it over to her, softly saying you got her something, too.
  • She sits down her coffee and pops it open, unrolling it carefully once she pulls it out.
  • Her soft little gasp makes your heart feel like it’s going to burst.
  • Zen leans over to see which picture you chose, flashing you a smile and a thumbs up before making an excuse and leaving, so it’s just you and her.
  • There are tears in her eyes as she carefully rolls it up, placing it gently on her table. She stands and makes her way over to you and you stand as well, anticipating a hug.
  • You’re a bit surprised when she kisses you instead.
  • “Thank you,” she says softly when she pulls back, smiling at you. “Thank you for sharing your talent with me. It’s a beautiful portrait but… knowing you’re the one who made it makes it so much more special.”


  • He didn’t really know what you got up to at Rika’s apartment, and after moving in, he knew you repurposed one of the spare rooms, but he’s never really asked why in the few weeks you’ve been living there.
  • You leave the door open when you go in and he can hear music playing, but he’s never felt the urge to interrupt you.
  • Today is a little different in that he’d had a particularly rough day at work and is really needing some of your wonderful comfort. Normally he might be able to make do with Elizabeth the 3rd, but she’s nowhere to be found.
  • The door is cracked open but he knocks anyway, waiting to enter until your voice calls out for him to do so.
  • His eyes widen as he steps in, taking in the sight of you in your painting clothes standing before your easel, canvas in front of you and Elizabeth the 3rd sitting just beyond, posing.
  • You beckon him over and he strides forward, eyes wandering over various other things you’ve been working on. It’s all impressive. He’s impressed.
  • What you’re currently working on is a painting based off your engagement photo, except that you seem to be adding Elizabeth the 3rd in.
  • “I thought you might like something like this for at work or just to have around here,” you say, smiling sweetly at him, and he feels his spirits lifting higher already.
  • “I will happily take anything you paint and display it in my office for all to see,” he says seriously, running a hand over your cheek. “I love you.”


  • He finds out fairly quickly just by seeing you do it over the CCTV. It isn’t long after that you mention it offhandedly in chat, saying you’re not that good.
  • That’s a lie; even through the grainy lens of the camera he can see how careful you are, how beautiful it is.
  • He’s entranced and will often spend any break he has watch (or re-watching) you paint, because it’s so relaxing to him and you really seem to enjoy it.
  • He makes a joke in the chat room that you should paint him a picture of Longcat. Or Elly, although Jumin’s quick to shoot that one down.
  • You just tease him back, but he notices you shift the angle you work in, making it so he can’t see what you’re doing.
  • It’s not long after he’s forced to come to your apartment and you two get in a fight over whether or not you can be friends. When you confront him yet again -this time by throwing your arms around him- he wonders why you’re pushing so hard, but he is wearing down.
  • You disappear suddenly before returning with a painting; one of him, surrounded by cats - including Elly and Longcat.
  • That’s it, he’s gone.
  • It’s not quite completed and he asks if he can watch you work on it. You agree, of course.
  • “Babe, let’s go to the space station. I could spend the rest of my life with you, watching you paint.”


  • When he makes a passing comment about this being his last batch of photos to sell, you mention maybe you could try your paintings to see if they’d sell.
  • He gets curious and looks them up, while he can still see. Like him, you’re not widely known but you do have a following and he can see why; you’re fantastic.
  • It’s one of the things that helps you two bond. After everything happens at the ME headquarters and he miraculously survives, you help him paint as a way to still be able to express himself.
  • He can’t see well enough through the camera to take pictures anymore but he can still see the beauty of color, so he paints based on that.
  • He’ll never be good, not like you, but that doesn’t matter; in addition to the joy of it, he’s also falling for you.
  • “I’m so happy you were blessed with this talent; it’s what allowed me to grow closer to you.”


  • It takes a while for him to let you approach him after he’s rescued, but one of the first times you do is at his and Seven’s birthday party where you present him with a picture of the sky at dawn, filled with colors and clouds.
  • He loves it but he’s confused; why are you giving him anything?
  • “Thank you, but I- I can’t accept this,” he says, trying to give it back. “I don’t deserve a gift from you.”
  • You gently push it back toward him. “Please, keep it,” you reply and he’s shocked to see some hurt in your eyes. Did he do that? Again? “I made it for you.”
  • “You… made it?” You nod, and he stares down at it. It’s lovely, really, and holds a promise of the tranquility he’s never felt.
  • He admires you for painting, and is shocked when one say you ask if he wants to paint with you. “It might be good for you,” you say, as if he really needs the excuse.
  • But it is good for him; the action provided him with the calm he feels when he looks at the picture you made him, and he starts to do it often, even when you’re not there.
  • Christmas comes around and you gift him another painting, this one of the night sky.
  • He hands you one back, blushing deeply as you open it. It’s a little cartoon of you and him painting, and the text says “thank you for letting me into your world. The next panel shows you outside together, eating ice cream and pointing at the clouds. “Would you like to be in mine?”

Monster is cleaned up and part of the collection now.

I took some photos of him with Mama, the female opossum I picked up a few years ago. She’s the only other opossum skull currently in my collection. The size difference is staggering!

Monster is missing a few pieces and teeth, but I have a few others in the box with the rest of his bones that I need to dig through. He was found dead, mostly skeletonized, on my property a few weeks ago.

Monster makes the fourth opossum skeleton I’ve found on my small property. I believe he was hit by a car and wandered to a safer place where he passed.

I’m extremely happy to have such a huge opossum as part of my collection, but boy do I wish I could have seen him alive. I bet that was a sight!

I don’t have any photos of my first two rats - My first was Pepper, a big lazy black boy. I brought him home from the shelter in a hat, and he used to fall asleep on my mom’s lap on the front lawn.

I only had Rocket for a few weeks because the poor little champagne baby had wet tail and we couldn’t save him.

Then there was Sugar.

Sugar was my baby. I fell in love with her when she was so little ans scared that all she did was sit in my hand and shake. And she grew up into the most loyal, personality-filled pet a kid could have. She fetched, she tormented the (100 pound) dog, she escaped one weekend I was away and my parents couldn’t catch her but she came running as soon as I got home. She came when I tapped a pattern on the floor, but ONLY to me. If she was on someone elses’ shoulder and I walked by, she would leap onto me. She stole stuff, she loved to be tossed in the air, she knew how to open her cage, and how to jump on juice boxes to get the juice out. I will forever have a place in my heart for spunky little rats with white forehead spots, because of her.

My next rats were a trio - Cassie (Sandcastle) was a big bear of a rat, forever good-natured and patient and with an unparalleled love of chasing feathers. Would take treats and stash them i the litter box for ages, never realizing I was just taking them back and giving her the same treats over and over.

Spotnick was so named because she came off adventurous at first, but she was a huge scardy-cat, and never trusted anyone but me to really handle her. Her trademark pose was just her nose and tail peeking out of a tissue box. She was forever hiding in an awkward-to-reach spot and making me panic thinking I’d lost her.

And then there was Squirt. Always tiny, and always full of spunk, she once managed to steal an entire package of milkbones an stash them in my sock drawer. She was forever pulling this trick to drink out my cups, and her sisters (Cas and Spot) never did figure out why their significantly heftier butts could never copy her without knocking the glass over. She used to run along at my heels when I walked around my room and never found a pocket she didn’t like.

A rescue-rat, Tai (or Tainy) was also a small rat, and was more commonly known as “The Pest”, Spotnick was the only older rat who ever had the patience for her antics. She stole things like a magpie, and was forever in your face, poking her pointy nose into whatever you were doing - or running off to explore places she wasn’t supposed to. I have very few photos of her because she was ever busy- she never stayed still.

Also a rescue, Gypsy was ever-calm, refused to drink out of a water bottle, and was more cuddly than many of my other girls.

Robbie(right) and Jakjak were a funny pair of sisters. Jakjak was a bit skittish  and always liked to nibble fingers a touch harder than was polite, and trick you into letting her go if she didn’t want to be caught, but she trusted ME, and had an adventurous streak that was fun to watch.

Robbie (Robin Hood) was a whiner (squeaked like crazy when Jak groomed her), but smart, and liked to both adventure and snuggle; she came to school with me a few times and always just fell asleep in my (or someone elses) sleeve.

For how similar they sometimes acted (and according to everyone else, LOOKED, even though I dont think they looked anything alike), they quarreled often and decided they didn’t want to live together int heir senior years.

Toby’s breeder told me he liked to he HIGH, and she was right - if he could climb something, he would. I once watched him scale my closet organizer to the top shelf. He would climb up to my desk then manage to ratty-parkour his way across three pieces of furniture to my bookshelf. He was forever a squeaker, and liked to scream when picked up in the hope you would let him go - the most adventurous male I’ve met, he was always trying to find a way to bust through the barriers I used to keep him in rat-proofed areas (and often succeeding).

Koda was my big squish (I could barely hold him with two hands without rat spilling over. he was BIG). He started as the smallest of his group (him, Toby and Badger came from the same breeder) but wound up the biggest. He was a big lazy snuggler, and when let out to free-range, was more likely to beg for a few treats then immediately find somewhere to sleep. His brothers would be exploring and he’d be napping in my laundry basket. I took him to stores and on walks all the time because he would stay in my hood, or in a purse and just chill.

And then there was Badger.

Ever since Sugar, I’d wanted another rat that got into my heart the same way she did. I swear it’s something about that white forehead mark, because I finally got my wish. I’ve loved all my ratty babies, but Sugar was Special, and Badger was too. From his gorgeously mismarked coloring to his dumbo ears, he stole my heart when I first saw him. And he kept it.

Because he LOVED to cuddle. He’d follow me around, begging to be picked up, he’d lay on my lap and nudge me if I stopped petting him. He loved riding around on my shoulder. He gave you kisses while you pet him. I once fella sleep while I had him out, and instead of wandering off into the apartment, when I woke up, he was snuggled into the side of my neck, napping with me. He loved every second of attention he got.

Badger passed away yesterday. He was my last rat.

I’ve developed an allergy to them, and I feel like I need to move on to rat-less stages of my life. But Badger, well, I’m glad HE was the last - my rat-love has been FULFILLED. I don’t plan on getting any more rats for a long time, if ever, so I’m glad my last rat was a REALLY REALLY good rat.

I mean, they were ALL good rats. I feel like, when you grow up with pets, you learn just as much about life from them as you do from other people, and I’ve learned a LOT from my rats.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that rats are some of the most amazing, charismatic, lovable animals I’ve had the pleasure of knowing.

And to all my ratty babies, I guess what I’m trying to say is Thank You.

anonymous asked:

So this is really fishy ty dollas personal photographer just followed lmjupdates this soooo PR I can't even stand it anymore and lauren gets so much hate for this rs like why would they put her up with him when they know their experiment has failed but a lot of older stans dig the rs and they need fr her to b with a guy. But its so funny that we will have HQ pics of Laurens rs like his photographer is following an L Update acc lol but when its camren proof photos we get potato quality

Super-Potato!! Providing us Camren pics since 2012!

Ninette Day 3 Childhood Friends

A sort of au where Nino and Marinette have been friends since childhood. I had planned something else for day 3, but I really struggled with writing it, so I may post it later instead.

“So, you’re…Ladybug.”

Marinette nodded.

“And that’s why you keep disappearing every time there’s an akuma attack.”

“Yeah…” She sighed. “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“What?” Nino raised a brow. “I wouldn’t tell anyone. I just wish you’d told me.”

“Well, I’m not supposed to tell anyone.” She glanced over at the small red creature that had separated from her when he walked in on her detransformation. “I guess it doesn’t count if it’s an accident.”

“Oh, right. The whole secret identity thing.” He grimaced. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Marinette motioned to the creature. “This is Tikki. She’s my kwami.”

Nino stepped closer to examine Tikki. “What’s a kwami?”

“She’s what lets me turn into Ladybug,” Marinette explained, digging out a bag of cookies from her purse.

“It’s nice to meet you, Nino.” Tikki grinned up at him. “I’ve heard great things about you.”

“Just tell me the truth.” He bent down so he was on her level. “Did Marinette tell you about the night of a thousand croissants?”

Tikki giggled. “She might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Well, how about the time she dressed up as a macaron for class photo day?”

Marinette paled. “Don’t you dare.”

Nino grinned. “I have pictures.”

“Don’t you dare!”

She nearly wrestled the phone out of his hand while he quickly scrolled through his pictures. “She looks adorable.”

“Nino Lahiffe, you put that phone away right now or I swear…”

Tikki laughed. “When was this?”

“It never happened,” Marinette answered, snatching Nino’s phone away.

“Eight years ago,” Nino murmured to Tikki. “I’ll show you later.”

“You do that, and I’m bringing your baby pictures to class.”

“Hey, I was a cute baby.”

Marinette sighed. “Yeah, you were.”

“I’m sure you were a cute macaron,” Tikki said, settling on Marinette’s shoulder.

“I thought you were on my side,” Marinette grumbled.

Nino took the bag of cookies from Marinette and offered one to Tikki. “I think we’ll get along just fine.”

I’m procrastinating and impatient, so here’s a preview of the new B99 + Photographer/Model AU I’ve been developing!!
→ All the props to @peraltiagoisland​, @proofthatihaveaheart​, @three-drink-amy​, @elsaclack​, @tiadorable​, @stardustsantiago​, @littlegreenwomen​, @scullysthumbtacks​, @jokeperatla​, and @dogworldchampion​ for listening to me gush about this AU for daysssssss. 

Amy’s in the middle of typing out a text to Rosa (they’re ironing out the details for an upcoming shoot) when a notification pops up at the top of her screen. Her eyes flicker to it, and her heart skips a beat. 

thatjakeperalta liked your post

She bites her bottom lip and shakes her head, mentally chastising herself for reacting to such a tiny thing. So he liked one of her Instagram photos, big deal.

She finishes off her text, confirming the stylists have been notified on the time and venue of their shoot, then switches over to her Instagram app. She just wants to check how well her last post is doing, she couldn’t care less about some model double-tapping on her picture. 

Even if he is ridiculously attractive and funny and by far the nicest model she’s worked with in the seven years of her professional career. 

She brings up her activity feed, which is filled with likes and comments from her industry friends and other followers. It’s the message at the top that again throws her off for a second. 

She was expecting to find that he had liked her most recent photo, but the thumbnail beside the notification isn’t this morning’s sunrise. Instead, it’s her smiling at the camera excitedly. Rosa had snapped the photo when they had reached the destination of their hike nearly a year ago

Before she can fully process this, she gets a slew of new notifications – all about thatjakeperalta liking her photos. 

Her cheeks redden a smidge, and a grin spreads on her face as she realizes what’s going on. He’d been stalking her Instagram, and this is him trying to cover his tracks. 

She’s definitely been there, and she knows how embarrassing it feels. But also, she just can’t resist gloating in his misery. 

She quickly takes a screencap of the page and sends it to him. For good measure, she texts: 

Working hard, I see. 

On Jake’s end, he’s absolutely mortified. 

He’s past contemplating cutting off his thumb for getting him in this mess, and he’s right about ready to change his name and go off the grid. He’s pretty darn sure his mom wouldn’t mind, so long as he sends her a postcard every now and then. 

He reads Amy’s text and groans loudly, burying his burning face in his pillow. If he could just go back in time and stop himself from liking a photo posted 48 freaking weeks ago. 

Eventually, he lifts his head up and reaches for his phone on the nightstand. He pulls up the message again and sighs, wondering how he’s going to charm his way out of this. 

It takes awhile, but he finally replies: 

just doing research on this photog i’m working with next week. she’s ayt i guess?? :P

Amy snickers and takes a second to attach an old photo of him she had found when doing “research” of her own. It’s him in a cough syrup ad from at least five years ago, and he’s looking like he’s at death’s door. 

I’m not sure about this model I was assigned for a shoot. Do you think I should just call off the gig? 

The pit of dread in his stomach eases up, and he chuckles.

i’ll have you know, i got free cough meds for months after that. it was p sweet when flu season came around.

and ngl, there was like a span of 4 years where i just said yes to everything.

the modeling world is crayyyyyy.

The next thing he receives is a photo of him holding a snake. There’s more of a grimace on his face than a smile. 

Did you get to keep the snake after this or did the pet store give you other freebies? 

He laughs and gets up to grab one of the folders on his shelf. He hasn’t really been compiling his latest tear sheets, but his mom used to catalog his earliest work. He finds the oldest folder and flips to one of the first pages – a photo of him as a toddler, donning only a Baby Looney Tunes-themed diaper and beaming. He snaps a picture of the ad and sends it over. 

i hit my prime early and everything’s just been downhill after

you think i’m ever going to get back to this level???

She lets out an aww and makes a mental note to dig up the rest of his childhood work later. (Over the weekend, when she does find the time to hunt through various online archives, she finds herself having to squash down the image of a tiny Jake Jr. running around her apartment. She chalks it up to her hormones and natural maternal instincts.) 

She goes back to her Instagram app and scrolls through the photos he’s been tagged in. Her eyebrows shoot up at some of the earliest pictures, where he’s styled to look like genderbent Disney princesses. She vaguely recalls this going viral back in her college days, and she isn’t sure how she didn’t put two and two together. She double-taps on all of them and sends over a screencap of her favorite one. 

I didn’t realize this was you! This photo series was so cool!!! How did I miss that looksbylinetti was your make up artist?

lol yeah isn’t gina amazing?! fun fact: this was the project that got me an agent. shout out to charles and his love for disney!

So amazing. I have to bug Gina about this at our next shoot. You think she’d be open to doing a redux on these? We need to do one of you as Elsa!

He’s typing out his reply when he’s interrupted by a call from Gina Linetti herself. “Hello?”


He laughs. “Yeah, I know.” 

“Uh- wait, ARE YOU WITH HER RIGHT NOW? Explain yourself, Jacob.”

“We’ve just been texting. It’s nothing. I accidentally liked one of her photos from a year ish ago, so we’ve been talking.” 

“Okay normally I’d disown you for that, but obviously your faux pas worked out somehow so.” 

“I mean nothing’s happened really, but -” 

“Nothing’s happened yet, boo! Okay, go back to flirting with Santiago or whatever. I’ll see ya at the shoot next week!”

Jake grins goofily in spite of himself, thankful he’s not in front of a camera for once. 

skye07 replied to your postso i just picked up crocheting so now i’m thinking…

Ohhh how about they create an account where they take pictures of the dolls having adventures kind of what @feelingsinwinter does with Lego, or just tagging along with an avenger.

I dig it. Bonus: It’s just Bucky that does it. Tony has no idea until he’s doing an interview for Teen Vogue and the girl asks about it and he says “What?” And she opens up her Instagram to show him this very popular account called “Sim-Kwiss” (CIMCWS) and there–there’s Crochet Iron Man and Crochet Winter Soldier going on adventures.

“My favorite is when this Preying Mantis crashed the photo shoot and the guy just rolled with it,” she adds, scrolling down to where–CWS is the one being attacked by the preying mantis and saved by CIM. Teen Vogue has a great article plus great pictures of Tony in quiet awe of all these pictures.

(Tony thinks about this for ages. It’s never Iron Man in trouble; it’s always the Winter Soldier being rescued. He wonders what that means, that Iron Man is always saving the Winter Soldier. Bucky is quite good at taking care of himself, especially in battle. He hasn’t brought up that he saw Bucky make them kiss–that, that was private, Bucky didn’t even know he’d seen it. How does he bring this up? Should he? Bucky seems… happier these days. Tony doesn’t want to ruin it, if making CIM and CWS go on adventures is what makes him happy, what makes his shoulders relax.)

((Bucky sees the interview in Teen Vogue (he likes Teen Vogue, he thinks they cover things really well, he wishes more magazines did these things), sees Tony’s quiet awe as he looks through Bucky’s Instagram, and cuts the article and pictures out to put in his special little box that Bruce helped him make when working with his hands was the only thing that made him forget the blood on them. It’s full of articles and interviews with Tony. He keeps CIM in there sometimes too, when he can’t stand himself, can’t trust himself, and doesn’t want to hurt the little doll. The box is a safe place.))

Sooooo am I the only one who think naughty things when I see this photo? Like… Maybe… Being on top of him… Making him moan… Pulling at his long hair while he thrusts up into you, his long fingers digging into the skin of your hips… I can go on and on damnnnnnn


itwasjustmisplaced  asked:

I wish you would write a fic where Robert talks about losing Pat to Aaron...(idk if you are still doing these...)

“Who’s that then?” Aaron asked, squinting at the yellowing photograph in Robert’s hands. 

Robert looked up, in his own little world for a second before he replied, brushing a thumb over the kindly face in the photograph. “My mum,” he said, glancing at the photo again. He couldn’t be more than a few weeks old in the phone, a tiny baby with a shock of white blonde hair peeking out from underneath a tiny knitted hat. “My real mum, Pat.”

Pat Sugden, the mother he’d never known. He’d only been a few months old when she’d died, no where near old enough to even have a fuzzy memory of her, no one around to tell him about his mum. 

He knew next to nothing about the woman who’d brought him into the world, the woman he’d gotten half his genetics from. 

Robert looked up, his vision blurry with tears as he looked at his husband. “I didn’t know her,” he said quietly, hating the way his voice cracked as he spoke. How could he possibly feel grief for a woman he’d never known?

“How old were you when you died?” Aaron asked, sitting down next to Robert on the edge of their bed, a reassuring hand on Robert’s knee, his fingers digging into Robert’s leg, grounding him, keeping him in the room. 

It was hard, to talk about this sort of thing, but Aaron helped, Aaron always helped. 

“Five months old,” Robert replied quietly, looking at the photo again. He recognised it as Emmerdale Farm, the rolling green fields of his childhood home, his tiny baby self bundled up in Pat’s arms. “How can I feel sad about someone I never knew?”

“I guess maybe you mourn the mum you never had.” Aaron said, trying his best, just like he always did.

Robert nodded. “I just….. It wasn’t enough that I lost my real mum, you know? Pat died when I was a baby, and I was lucky enough to get another mum in Sarah, and then I lost her too. Hows that fair? Some people get a mum for their whole lives, and both of mine had died by time I was fifteen.”

Aaron’s arms were instantly around him, calloused palms rubbing gently up and down Robert’s arms as he started to cry, feeling jealous, and sad, and overwhelmed all at once. He saw it everyday, saw Bernice with Diane and was so jealous of the fact his step-sister still had a mum, still had a parent to love her. He saw it with Laurel, and Doug, and half the bloody village - parents still alive, still loving their kids, and here he was, his parents, all three of his parents dead, his brother on the run, a step-mother who never really knew him, not really.

Where was the fairness in all of that? 

“You can share my mum,” Aaron said, resting his chin on Robert’s shoulder, his gaze on the photo now too, the only photo Robert had left of Pat. “I know it’s not the same, but…”

Robert couldn’t help but smile through his tears. “Thank you,” he murmured, leaning his head against Aaron’s. “I’ve got a brother and a sister, my mum’s kids from her first marriage.”

“Really?” Aaron sounded surprised. 

Robert nodded, thinking of the brother and sister he barely knew, just knew by name. “Haven’t seen them since I was a kid, I wouldn’t even know where to find them now.” 

“Maybe you should try and find them,” Aaron suggested, holding him tighter. “Could be nice.”

Robert shrugged. “I’ve got my family here, haven’t I?”

Aaron pressed a kiss to the side of Robert’s head, smiling against Robert’s skin. “Yeah, you have.”

tell me what fic you wish i’d write

anonymous asked:

"we bumped into each other in the street and you were grinning like a cocky asshole the whole time so i stalked off only to realise i’m wearing your shirt" P L E A S E!!! I need this!!!

A/N: This is different from my usual portrayal of Saeran, but I got excited because I love me some sexy cocky (no innunedo intended) Saeran too ^^ I would have finished this earlier but I got distracted by Youtube videos and the Internet ehehe. Hope you like this, anon! I had a blast writing this!!

Five hundred, twenty-five thousand and six hundred minutes… That was a pretty damn lot of minutes in a year.

You glanced down at your phone, sighing as you found a random picture that you evidently had forgotten to delete from your camera roll.

You felt you chest tighten a little as your eyes rested on the two smiling faces in the photo. Back when the both of you were happy together. Your cheeks were nearly touching, your eyes lit brightly as you wore a wide grin, holding up your ice cream.

He, on the other hand, merely had his lips slightly curved in the shape of a moon. Selfies just weren’t his thing, but the modest smile had reached his soft eyes, as he too, held up the ice cream cone in his hand for the photo.

It had been a long time since you saw his face, and the photo was stirring up dust-sheeted memories you had shoved into the back of your mind:

Red hair. Piercing golden eyes. The scent of peppermint. The taste of chocolate on his tongue. His ice-cold fingers against your hot skin. The tightness of his embraces.

And now, five hundred, twenty-five thousand and six hundred minutes later, here you were, thumb hovering over the ‘trash’ icon on your phone. You bit your lip as you hesitated, wondering if you should delete this photo too. You had pretty much deleted every other photo you had taken with him from your phone, because seeing his face after going your separate ways had hurt too much for a fresh, bleeding wound. Time had made things better, but the scars were still there. Your wounds had yet to heal.

Your pressed the icon, and the option to ‘delete’ or ‘cancel’ appeared, the white box blocking out your faces.

Five hundred, twenty-five thousand and six hundred minutes had passed since you broke up. It was time to move on for good.

Just as you were about to press ‘delete’ however, you collided with something hard. Or rather, someone. You heard him groan while you let out a gasp as your phone was knocked out of your hands.

You stumbled backwards but you managed to keep yourself from falling, although you weren’t able to save your phone.

Fortunately, he managed to catch it firmly in his hand. And he was now holding it out to you after muttering an apology to you.

“No, I’m sorry. Thank you,” you said, about to accept your phone back from him when your eyes met.

Red hair framed his face, messily falling over his forehead and brushing over his eyebrows. Piercing golden eyes met yours, widening in surprise like yours were as recognition flickered in them. Up close, you could detect the faintest scent of peppermint, the soothing, calming scent that you loved breathing in whenever he wrapped his arms around you in a tight, bone-crushing hug. A hug that promised, “I won’t ever let you go.”

Five hundred, twenty-five thousand and six hundred minutes had passed, and now here you were again.


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you can't befriend strangers on snapchat

For kenhina week day 2: mixup/mistake

When Hinata sends Yachi a snapchat friend request that accidentally goes to a stranger in Tokyo (because for some god forsaken reason, they both used the roman alphabet), a friendship blossoms between the two. And Hinata does NOT have a crush on Kenma, despite what Stingyshima may think.

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Hinata tilts his head, biting his lip and turning his phone around in his hands. Tsukishima rests his chin in his palm, his brow furrowed as he watches Hinata mess with his phone.

After another three minutes, Tsukishima can’t take it. “What are you doing?”

“Snapchat,” Hinata answers.

“You know you take pictures with it, right?”

“Shut up Stingyshima,” he snaps, setting the phone down in a huff. Kageyama and Yamaguchi look up from their conversation. Hinata grabs a handful of the communal fry mountain and basically swallows it whole. “I sent a friend request to Yachi but she hasn’t accepted yet.”

Kageyama, who struggles to understand the logistics of a smartphone, says, “Did you spell the username right?” Tsukishima commends Kageyama for his basic knowledge of technology and Kageyama flicks a fry in his face.

Hinata pouts. “I think I did but she used the roman alphabet and Yachiii I’m not good with English!” His friends aren’t sure who he’s complaining too.

Yamaguchi pulls out his phone. “Here, Hinata, check Yachi’s username.” He hands Hinata the phone. Hinata flicks through Yamaguchi’s snapchat contacts, muttering that Yamaguchi has too many friends and finds Yachi’s name at the bottom. He holds down on her name and the little box pops up.


He pales and quickly checks his phone. “Oh no no no no no no no! I sent a snapchat to a-p-p-l-e-p-i instead of a-p-p-l-e-p-i-e!”

“Didn’t he just spell the same thing?” Kageyama whispers to Yamaguchi who laughs – Kageyama might just be worse than Hinata at English.

“Send one to Yachi and stop complaining, maybe you’ll make a friend,” Tsukishima snips and slaps Hinata’s hand away from the fries.

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Under the Mistletoe (Underfell Poth)

Because I love Underfell Poth

So here’s this short story for Christmas haha cringe material 

Also I saw this writing prompt: “Person A hanging 3 pieces of mistletoe in literally every room of their house because they need excuses to kiss Person B.” And I thought it was cute and because Fell!Palette is a sly bastard 

The originals won’t appear here so me and my lazy butt decided to call Fell!Goth Goth and Fell!Palette Palette because adding in the ‘Fell!’ part takes too much time

You’re welcome

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All About Daftworld

Quick synopsis: Daftworld is scum, don’t ever associate with him.

Full story:

Daftworld is basically a crazy fanboy who is about 30-40 years old. He has a wife and family I’m pretty sure (God bless their poor souls), and he devotes pretty much every waking hour of his life to stalking and creeping on Daft Punk. He claims to be “Daft Punks Biggest Fan” just because he has an insane amount of Daft Punk merch, like pretty much every single piece of Daft Punk merchandise, no matter how rare or exclusive. Which isn’t bad, merch is a cool thing to have, but the amount of stuff he has just skyrockets his obsessive fan status. He also takes the words “creepy” and “disrespectful” to a whole new level. There are countless examples of the wrongs he’s committed, so I’ll just make it into a nice little list so we can all understand just a little bit more:

He steals art. He will take anything and everything Daft Punk related and rip it away from the people that made it. He will repost art, take credit for photographs and edits, download videos from other people, remove the watermarks and upload it on his channel. He pretty much just snatches up everything that mentions Daft Punk and claims it as his own.

He disrespects Daft Punk’s wishes to remain anonymous. He is a complete hypocrite and gets “angry” at the paparazzi for taking photos of Daft Punk, and then he turns around and does the exact same thing! He probably just wants to be the only one doing it so he “gets them all to himself” or something. Not to mention that a lot of the time the media glorifies and holds him high for all this information he digs up about Daft Punk. I’ve heard that he’s been interviewed a few times by the media because of how much knowledge he has about Daft Punk.

He stalks Daft Punk. And I don’t mean the internet’s form of “stalking” where you just google someone a few times and look at the first few pictures. I mean real life hardcore stalking.

One time he somehow found out Thomas’ LA address (I think I heard someone say later that it was not actually his house, phew), but he distributed this address on Twitter with pictures, too.

He also stalked Thomas and his wife and took pictures of one of Thomas’ children, Roxan, as a newborn and while they were still at the hospital where his wife just gave birth. I have no idea how he managed that, and I do not want to know because that is just so disgustingly creepy.

The most well-known incident is the most gut-wrenching video in the history of the planet. I’m very very sorry, but I will not be linking it in this post because just thinking about is literally making my blood boil. But all you need to know is it’s a video where he stalked Guy-Man, approached him and pretty much smothered him while taking pictures and touching him without his consent. You can tell poor Guy is extremely uncomfortable, but Daftworld does not respect his personal space and continues anyways. When I first watched the video, I legitimately started to tear up within the first five seconds because it’s so extremely painful to watch how visibly uncomfortable Guy-Man is.

I also heard that Guy-Man’s brother Paul has actually contacted Daftworld once asking him to please stop stalking and tearing apart Daft Punk’s personal lives, to which he pretty much just went ”ahahahaha” and ignored him, which is also his preferred method of response when someone calls him out for stealing art and videos.

Basically, he is one of the worst people I have had the misfortune to hear and know about. I try my best to be accepting and forgive people, but I will never forgive Daftworld for all the damage he’s done. I am so upset that Thomas and Guy-Man have to deal with his obsessive stalking, and I feel so sorry for all the countless artists that he stole from. There is absolutely no excuse for his deplorable behavior because if you are a true fan to someone you won’t cause visible pain to them and continue to do so. If you are a true fan, you will respect your idols and their wishes. If you are a true fan you won’t stalk your idol to the point where they need a restraining order to get away from you.

So, friends, I leave you with advice to please avoid Daftworld and his stolen art, rude comments, and disrespectful pictures. Hopefully someday we can bring down Daftworld, because Daft Punk is an international treasure and we must protect them at all costs.

And I will tell you now that no matter how much merch Daftworld hoards in his rat hole, he will never be as big of a fan as you are because fans aren’t ranked on how much stuff you steal from others or how much merch you can bury yourself with. Fans are ranked by how much you love and respect the thing you are a fan of! So stay strong, Daft Punk fandom. I know you are so much more than he will ever be and I love you all very much. ♥ヽ(.•́ ᴗ •̀ .)


Before & After Tag

Tagged by @simsoflove thank you <3

Since i already have rebuild this guy here to my liking very recently i decided that instead of changing anything ,i dig up this old photo of him and compere it to a new one i took recently 

I tag anyone who wants to do it 

attention age regressors (and srsly anyone else)

okay im not usually one to make callouts but this is super important and has breached the point of just someone being slightly iffy and in ddlg (which is honestly one of the smallest of problems in this case) i am only specifically aiming for age regression communities because thats mainly who she follows and is a vulnerable community but anyone should stay away from her as well. anyone can and probably should reblog this

block the user curlykitten98

stay away from her, block her, report her. shes following several age regression blogs and shes awful. she is dangerously homophobic, ableist and has openly tagged things with racist nazi and white supremecist rhetoric. i wont add many reciepts because frankly she isnt hiding anything away from her blog but i will disclose some awful stuff below the cut for the sake of proof. if you feel anything should be added pls do so

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