i look like i have 3 fingers

jupiterscent  asked:

H E Y !!!!!

1. First impression: SWEET SWEET SWEET BOY!!!! like then i saw your art and i was like HNGGGGG AMAZINGLY TALENTED ARTIST ALERT ALSO dang thats a young kiddo!!!!


3. How old do you look: uhhh you look like my age tbh

4. Have you ever made me laugh: HELLS Y E A H

5. Have you ever made me mad: HELLS N O


7. Have I ever had a crush on you: mayyyyybeeeeeee ;VVVVVV (no joke ilysm and youve got a good face and i like ur hair finger guns)

8. You’re my: AMAZINGLY GREAT FRIENDO!!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Can you write about bot!reader worrying that they're not good enough for Starscream and Starscream reassuring bot!reader that he loves them. I loved the jealousy fic you wrote and would like something similar.

[tapping finger on chin thinking] oooohhh like the opposite…i think i can spin a tale for you, dear anon… :3

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“Star…” you’d meant that to have more of a question-like intonation, but it trailed off a bit.


a simple response. somehow, it made you even more nervous. “n-never…never mind, sorry.”

“don’t say that. what’s on your mind?” he turned to look at you from his spot next to you on the berth, putting his datapad down.

“…why me?” your voice was almost a whisper as your emotions built up.

“why you what?”

you took a deep vent and kept staring at your hands. “i’m…i’m not special. i’m not overly skilled, i’m not smooth or charismatic, i have trouble even speaking sometimes, i’m not even that pretty! and…and yet…i’m sharing a berth with you. you, the most talented, capable mech i’ve ever met…i really don’t think i’m good enough for you.”

at the utterance of that last phrase, his optical ridges flew up and he looked at you, incredulous. “of course you’re good enough for me! i chose you, didn’t i?”

“…well…i…i’m not…i’m not special like you are, and–”

“no. don’t say that.” he interjected, and it made you stop. “you’re more than just special. you’re one of a kind. you’re more than pretty, you’re beautiful. you may not currently have a finely-honed skillset, but you’re still young, my love - you will do nothing but improve.”

tears started to build up in your optics, and you looked up at him. he was smiling delicately - comfortingly.

“don’t compare yourself to me. me, or anyone else. i see you for who you are…not for what you aren’t.”

you leaned into him and began to cry. in response, he wrapped his arms around you and began to gently rock back and forth.

“i promise you,” he started, whispering into your audial, “that you’ll always be far, far more than good enough.”

By Way of Spontaneity (End)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 1,185

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

A/N: Thank you for coming on this journey with me! Here’s to the next series! <3 

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Bucky felt like a lab rat, being observed and analyzed to the deepest parts of himself. Fidgeting, he glared at Steve and Peggy. “What?”

“What?” scoffed Steve. “We should be asking you that. What the hell is going on, Bucky? You don’t really look like you care so much that your girlfriend is cheating on you.”

Bucky raised a finger and gave him a cheeky smile. “Actually, I have fed you the incorrect information?”

“Fed us?” asked Peggy, voice filled with indignation. “What are we, your pets?”

“I’m just sayin’! I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

“Then what is the truth, Buck? Because it’s all pretty confusing right about now, and your ‘girlfriend’ is not exactly the best of persons at the moment,” said Steve, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked every bit the part of a father and Bucky stopped himself from teasing his cousin.

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We Have More Time

Ooops.  My hand slipped…

Warnings:  Wonder Woman Spoilers, Extreme Peril?

Rated: M (for non-explicit sexy times and language)  

Fix it that I might be persuaded to continue??? Y’all know what I like.  ;)   There’s a read more down there somewhere.  

779 words

Diana Prince/Steve Trevor

Thank you @bloomsoftly for looking this over for me!  <3  

His finger was on the trigger.  He closed his eyes and thought about Diana.   

Steve Trevor had known he loved her the moment he laid eyes on her.  From the second he’d sputtered alive again, coughing the sea water from his lungs and looking into the eyes of an indescribably beautiful woman. He’d been in love even then.

But of course the only time he could think to tell her was when he’d made up his mind.  Do nothing or do something.  And his ‘something’ had turned him into a dead man walking.    

She couldn’t even hear him.  Her ears were ringing.  He knew that look well.

Maybe it was better this way.  Maybe he’d even done it on purpose.  Sounded like him.  He always got it wrong.  Or maybe he got it just right. Either way, it was typical.  

He pushed all of that out of his mind.  He had seconds left on this earth and he wanted to spend it thinking about her. 

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Children of The Gods Ch.1 - Demigod AU [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/n: Here it is! The first chapter to my new series! I really am looking forward to what his series has to offer because I love Greek Mythology! I really hope you all like this and I appreciate any feedback you guys have! Love you all! Enjoy <33

Ch. 2 - Ch. 3 - Ch. 4

Tagging: @memento-scribet @cherryignacio @queen-of-all-the-fandoms @annoyed-kitten11 @4evahevah @crazyfangirl1810 @aworldwideapart @shortycraft13

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Greek Gods. Stories of myth and legend. Almighty, immortal beings that serve as judges to the world as we know it. Could begin and start a life at the snap of a finger. Because of their immense power they try and keep from interactions with mortal humans. Yes they try, but what happens when they do not succeed? What happens if one grows affectionate with a human? What happens if they have children?

Questions all too known to humans who believe in these Gods and Goddesses. But questions all too answered for their offspring. Demigods inhabit this Earth, part God part human, half bloods. Relics to some and freaks to others.

Wandering prey if they’re unaware of their heritage, prey to those who despise the Gods and the reign they have had for eons. Unable to get to the Gods themselves, these villains target the offspring. The mortal offspring.

That is why the creation of the ‘Camp of the Gods’ was created. A safe place for demigods and goddesses. A place for them to grow, to accept their abilities and heritage.

The camp is hidden, tucked away in a forest away from civilization. The only people who know about it are the League and demigods and goddesses who have trained there. The League is a group of trained demigods and goddesses who save endangered half bloods. They bring them to the camp before villains can harm them. This is where demigods learn to harness and control their abilities.

It’s where you live. You’ve been at the camp since you were 12. Having lost her to one of those monsters, you were left on your own. In your mother’s final moments she told you who you are. Who your father is. Saying you must find a case hidden within your home and run away. That’s when the hunting began. However the League came to your rescue.

When they saved you, you were brought back to the camp. Where your father claimed you during the claiming ceremony. A claim that stunned every member of the league and every demigod in the camp.

You are the Princess to the Gods, the Daughter of Zeus.

As of today, you have become one of the strongest demigods, strong enough to become a part of the league. However, you had different intentions. The camp had become your home, the only home you’ve known for 7 years. Leading to your decision to stay and protect it in case any harm were to come to its defenses. Having both training from being on your own and training from the camp, there was no one better suited.

The camp is safe. It’s where untrained demigods and goddesses belong.

…However. Not everyone believes that.

Jason was not entirely fond of Bruce making him move to this camp. Him and the Outlaws could handle themselves, the last advice he took from Bruce led to proving Jason’s mortality. It was through the power of his mother, Athena, that brought him back. After that he vowed to take care of himself from then on.

Though, on their last mission to take down a villain target, there was a mishap that almost led to them and the half blood they were saving losing their lives, putting a target on their backs in the process. After that close call, the League demanded they all move to the camp. Where they would be safe and things could calm down. Villains often would draw targets but forget about them within a good few months. Finding new prey to stalk.

Kori and Roy were rather excited to be coming to the camp. They always wanted to know more about their immortal parents and even form some sort of relationship with them.

They eagerly stood outside the magic barrier that camouflages the camp. Jason standing there annoyed with his arms crossed. Bruce came up next to the three, “Are you ready?” Kori and Roy grinned while Jason simply huffed before Bruce led the way. They were in awe as the camp revealed itself once passing the barrier.

They approached the gate, being greeted by the sound of metal clanging and bows strings stretching, the yelling and talking of half bloods. Jason winced at the sight, this is NOT what he wanted. “Welcome to the Camp of the Gods” Bruce observed the three.

He watched as their eyes scanned over the place. His falling on three members coming their way. Noticing Dick, the first demigod he saved. “New Recruits, and Bruce what a surprise.” Dick greeted cheerily. Jason’s scowl only grew, great now he has to deal with the golden boy too? Dick’s eyes fell on Jason, “Jason, I see you’re finally joining the camp.”

“Yeah, well, not of my own volition” he bit back. However, Dick is used to Jason’s short temper, he knows Jason’s reluctance will pass with time.

“Anyway, who have you brought with you?” His attention turned to the two others. “I’m Roy and this is Kori.” Roy introduced the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’m Richard, or Dick as I prefer. Son of Apollo.”

Next the redhead beside him spoke up, “I’m Wally, Son of Hermes” pointing to himself.

The last one to speak was the girl on the other side of them both, “I’m M’gann, Daughter of Persephone. We’re kind of your welcoming committee. We will be showing you the camp and answering any questions you might have.” She smiled kindly at the three.

“I will leave you three in their hands. I have to get back to work.” Bruce said before turning and exiting the camp.

“If you three will follow us we can start the tour of the camp” M’gann smiled while gesturing for them to follow. Roy, Kori, and Jason did so, listening to the information they were being given. Being shown the dining hall, cabins, stables, camp borders, armory, and finally the training grounds.

When approaching the training grounds they noticed a group formed and the sound of swords clashing. Coming upon the scene they saw two people sparring. Continuously lunging and blocking the other’s attacks. It was graceful, like a sort of forbidden dance. Both swordsmen, or swordsman and swords-woman, were highly skilled. Proving how fighting is an art form, not brute strength.

Jason especially noticed the abilities and gracefulness of the demigoddess. He was infatuated by the way you moved; tactically yet instinctively. Noticing how you could see three moves ahead of your opponent. [H/c] hair tied back as your [e/c] stayed locked on your opponent, gaze never faltering for a second. The opponent a taller, tan, male with blonde hair and green eyes. He looked strong and moved just as tactically but it didn’t look as though it came as naturally for him.

“Who is that?” Jason asked looking over at Dick, catching the attention of the others. “The man is Kaldur’ahm, Son of Poseidon. Prince of the Sea some have come to call him. He’s one of the strongest warriors in this camp. The woman, [F/n] [L/n], Daughter of Zeus. Princess of the Gods. The strongest demigoddess and warrior in the camp. Both highly skilled and highly fatal.” Dick explained, eyes not leaving the match. Jason nodded before directing his attention back to the fight.

Before Jason could analyze their movements any further, it all came to an abrupt halt. You had a boot on Kaldur’ahm’s chest, sword pulled up over your shoulder in a striking position. Both panting before a grin broke out on your lips. “I win” you muttered before pulling back offering a hand to him. “Still the most skilled warrior in the camp.” He stated calmly.

“That was amazing!” one of the younger demigods smiled, who stood just in front of the newcomers. Your eyes fell on them all. “So you’re the new recruits” calling to them. Waving them over, “Front and center” tapping the ground with your sword. The three came and stood where you tapped. Swinging the sword to rest it on your shoulder while turning to look at them. Standing there you looked them over, getting a feel for their physical type.

“Well as the formal protector of this camp, Welcome. As I’m sure M’gann, Dick, and Wally told you I’m [F/n] [L/n] and this is Kaldur’ahm. We both are here if you have any questions on your abilities or the camp itself. However from what Bruce and the rest of the League told me, you all have quite a handle on your abilities, and outside experience. So I ask you to behave yourselves and act as role models for the younger demigods and goddesses here because they WILL look up to you. As long as you all follow the rules and keep that in mind, we’re more than happy to have you here. And one last thing, this is a home. We are all family here, please, treat it as such.” Looking over the three, you saw the eagerness in two but the third was wearing an aura of skepticism.

You walked over to Jason, “Trust me this place isn’t as you feel it is. Give it a chance, give us a chance before you cast your verdict. What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.” laughing while placing the sword hilt in his hands. Backing away you looked at them all, “As much as I’d like to stay, I have other things to attend to. I will see you all at the claiming ceremony.” Announcing before smiling at them all and nodding before making your leave.

“Claiming ceremony?” Kori asked looking at their three tour guides. Wally was the first to speak up. “It’s where your parent will claim you as their child, proving your heritage as a demigod and who your parent is. Then the camp will act and train you accordingly.” he explained. Them all nodding in understanding.

“Anyway there is a lot more camp to show you and people for you to meet before the ceremony. Let’s continue” Dick smiled before M’gann nodded and began to lead the way once more.

Though Jason was distracted by the words you spoke to him while analyzing the sword in his hands. The words ringing in his head ‘What I’m saying is lighten up, relax, learn. We might surprise you.’ How could he relax? Half of him kept reminding how he’s in a strange, unknown place, surrounded by other demigods. Though the other side of him wanted to train and take the chance to do as told. To trust.

anonymous asked:

I love your hero/villain prompts!!!! If it's not getting too boring, could you please give us some of the villain being cruelly loving to the hero like in the short prompt posted a little bit ago? (It's not fair of them to make you fight me) Thank you so much!!!

For reference, this prompt here because I am now mentally writing these next prompts as a sort of continuation/general same verse of the first prompt scenario. And I am never bored of interesting villain/hero or antagonist/protagonist dynamics - I’m bored of not being able to find them done well in books to a level that satisfies my reading cravings. It’s a hard life. 

1) “I said that’s enough now.” The villain caught hold of the hero’s wrists as they tried to keep fighting, tossing their weapon aside, before drawing them close. Arms wrapping around them in an embrace that may have been comforting if it didn’t have the unyielding restraint of shackles. “There we go, easy now. You’ve been hurt enough for one day.”

Thrashing against the hold did nothing but exhaust the hero, and eventually they sagged.They sank together to the ground in a tangle of limbs, rocking slightly. You hurt me, they wanted to scream. This is your fault. 

Shh,” the villain murmured - warned, they didn’t even know anymore. “It’s enough. You’ve done more than enough, you’ve fought so bravely, but just listen to me. There’s no shame in surrendering and living another day, alright?”

2) “If you really thought I couldn’t win you wouldn’t be trying so hard to stop me!” the hero snapped. “To make me doubt myself!”

“I’m trying to stop you because you’re going to kill yourself trying to fight me if I don’t,” the villain replied. “They’ll make you feel like you have to, and then take me breaking you as proof of my evil in the world. But we can’t keep doing this every time…” They began to advance. “You begged me to let you go, I did, here we are again and look at you. They clearly can’t take care of you. You deserve better.”

3) There was something to be said about power and pleasure. Any moron could inflict pain, for all the power it gave to them and certainly pain could be a useful tool - but it wasn’t this. The villain stroked their fingers over the back of the hero’s neck, kneading out the corded tension and dissolving it with the same gentle steadiness as they dissolved all other resistance.
“Poor thing,” the villain said. “Just relax, you must be so tired. So confused. So hurt, hm?”
Humans were never designed to fight what felt good to them. Pleasure had someone who was expecting a fight as disorientated as a baby bird that just hit glass. To make someone who loathed you melt in your hands..the rush of power was intoxicating. 

Be Okay- Harry Styles Imagine

Warnings: Language and self deprecation

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this story I put together! Sorry that the ending isn’t the best, I just really wanted to post it before going to sleep so I rushed it. Thanks lovelies<3

Ever since the boys split up, fans have been looking for someone or something to point their fingers at. Of course, there were some fans that understood that the boys of One Direction just needed to go their separate ways. But others wanted to blame one person in particular, you.

Your relationship with Harry started a couple months before Zayn left and has been going strong since. However, due to the timing of you starting to date Harry, a few fans like to blame you for the destruction of One Direction. Lately, however, the hate has gotten worse. You had prayed that with Harry releasing new music, the birth of Liam’s baby, and the other guys being successful with their dreams, that the hurtful comments and hate would stop. Unfortunately, you have never been more wrong.

Scrolling through twitter, Instagram, and other social media sites often left you in tears as you saw comment after comment about how you’re a “bitch”, “whore”, and much worse. Harry of course, knew about the hate, and he tried his best to help you get through it. But you felt as though he just didn’t completely understand. Here he was getting constant love form all his fans, meanwhile they are trying to tear you apart and break you.

Today was the worst experience with hate that you have seen so far. Although seeing the hurtful comments was hard, this one was nearly unbearable. As you walked out of the store with your friend, you could almost sense that something was off. However, you weren’t sure what it was until you were standing next to your car.

At first you could barely even tell it was your car. It was almost unrecognizable with the spray paint across its blue hood. The words read “die bitch” in white letters. The driver’s side windows were completely smashed, leaving traces of glass all over the seats and the ground.

“We should call someone” your friend says quietly. No words could come out of your mouth, only small sobs, and tears strolling down your cheeks. “Do you want me to call your parents or Harry?”

“No” you choked out. “I’ll be fine. Let’s just call a cab. I’ll take care of this when I get home.”

The ride home with your friend was silent. The entire time you just kept staring at the pictures you took of your car. Disbelief filled your head as you never thought anyone would do this to you. Once your friend was dropped off, you decided to call Harry to see if he has already heard about what happened. As the phone rang, you felt your heart skip a few beats, unsure of how to go about this conversation.

“Hey love” he answers.

“Hi babe, I was just calling to see what you were doing.”

“I’m just finishing up in the studio, but I should be home in about an hour. Why what’s up?”

“Oh nothing” you lie. “I just wanted to see when you’d be home so we can just talk then.”

“(Y/n) is everything all right” he asks. Of course Harry could always tell when something was off with you. Whenever you had the chance to talk to him you would talk for what felt like hours, so he was concerned when you said you wanted to wait until he was home.

“Yeah everything is fine. I love you and I’ll see you later.”

“Alright baby, I love you too.” There was a hint of sadness to his voice, but you ignored it and hung up.

As the cab pulled up to your house, you thanked the driver and paid your fare. Once you set your bags in your room, you sat down in your living room letting out a sigh. While waiting for Harry to get home you scrolled through your twitter to see that the story of your car has already hit media. Worry filled your mind, as you didn’t want Harry to see any of the articles posted, or any of the other additional comments left by some fans.

To your surprise there was a mix of positive and negative responses to the article. Some fans shared their pity and shock for what happened. But others wished someone had done something sooner, or worse, wished it would have been you that was bashed, instead of your car windows. Loud, audible sobs left your lips as you read hurtful comments, one right after the other.

“Babe I’m home” Harry yelled as he walked in.

“Shit” you muttered while you tried to clear your face so that he couldn’t tell you had been crying. “Hi Harry.”

“So what did you do today?”

“Oh I just went shopping, nothing special. How was it at the studio?”

“It was amazing. Words cannot describe how excited I am to start touring again. I just feel like everything is falling into place” he says with a soft smile. “I was wondering though, where’s your car? I didn’t see it in the drive way so at first I thought you wouldn’t be home.”

“It’s at the shop” you say a bit too quickly. “One of my tires popped so I just had it towed there and I’ll pick it up tomorrow.”

“How did you get home then” he questions giving you a look of concern.

“I just took a cab” you answer, avoiding eye contact with him.

“Awe, babe, next time just call me and I’ll come and pick you up.” Harry approaches you, holding out his hands and placing them on your hips. The moment his hands touch your body, an uncontrolled sniffle comes out. He gives you a look of confusion, unsure as to why you were upset.  

“Harry, we need to break up.” You spoke so softly, but Harry still heard every word. His green eyes turned glossy, as if he was ready to cry.

“What are you talking about” he asked through shaky breaths.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m just not happy.”

“Was it something I’ve done? If it’s because of me spending so much time on the album or the tour, then baby I’m so sorry. I’ll put it all on hold if it means that I won’t have to lose you. Just tell me what I can do to save us.” His voice had a begging tone to it.

“I’m sorry Harry, trust me it’s not you-“

“Don’t give me the ‘it’s not you it’s me’ stuff, because I don’t believe it one bit. Something must have happened to make you feel this way. So just tell me what it is and we can work through it. Please (y/n) just tell me.”

Taking a few steps away from Harry, you take a few deep breaths, debating on how to handle this. Yes, you loved Harry, he was your everything. But you also knew he could do so much better, and have any girl he wanted. If you stay in this relationship with Harry, are you being selfish? Is it wrong to stay with the person you love, even though you don’t deserve them?

“Everyone hates me” you say in a hushed voice.

“Wha-What?” He looks at you confused, having no idea where you plan on going with this.

“You’ve seen the hate I get. Constant messages of how I destroyed One Direction, and am ruining your life. I just can’t take it anymore. I’m sorry.”

“Fuck those guys. Those people who say they love my music but talk shit about you, are not my real fans. They are just jealous of how insanely beautiful and talented you are. I know hearing those things hurt, but don’t care about what they say, just listen to me, and believe me when I say I love you.” His voice sounded panicky and urgent as if any moment he will lose you.

“It’s not just their words anymore Harry. It’s now their actions as well. Do you want to know the real reason why my car isn’t here? It’s because someone smashed in my windows and wrote ‘die bitch’ on the hood. So I’m sorry if I just can forget about it.” You voice cracked every other word and you spoke so quickly you weren’t even sure if Harry understood a single word that you said.

A silence fell in the room as you two stood apart from one another. Slow tears fell down Harry’s face as he watched you shake and sob. Taking slow steps, Harry approached you, and placed his large hands to your cheeks. Your eyes locked with his for a moment, until he moved to lightly place his lips to your temple.

“I’m so sorry baby, I had no idea. We can figure this out. In fact, I’m going to find out who did this to your car. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.”

“Harry there’s only so much you can do. I just don’t think we will work-“

“(Y/N) please. I love you so much. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life. We can figure this out, please baby.” He locked his eyes with yours, and kept a hand on your chin so that you couldn’t look away. “Tell me that you’re not happy and you don’t love me, and I will leave right now. I won’t bother you about this again.”

“Harry… you’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been and I’ve never felt this way about someone before. I don’t want to lose what we have, but I also don’t want to hold you back. You can have anyone you want, so why me?”

“Don’t you see that you are the girl I want, the one that I need. I don’t care about anyone else but you. I promise I will do whatever it takes to make you happy every day. I promise to keep you safe from all the people who try to hurt you. And most of all, I promise I will love you unconditionally, with all my heart.”

Your body was still shaking from being unable to contain your emotions. Within one smooth motion, Harry met his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and passionate, and exactly what the both of you needed. It just helped reassure that Harry was the person you were supposed to be with. Sure the hate is hard, but with Harry by your side, you could overcome anything.

Tumblr Crush

Anon prompt: “… Could you do one where Jughead finds the reader’s tumblr in which they talk about liking their best friend (Jughead)…”

A/N: This has happened to me on numerous occasions

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There’s no better way to brighten up a science lesson then spending your life on a god forsaken website.
Tumblr was my go to at all times whenever I was or wasn’t bored. For the time being, it was kind of like a diary for me where I posted about the person I had a crush on and asked for advice from my hundreds of followers.
Veronica and Betty followed me, their blogs were so amazing and they helped to give me advice so I didn’t have to openly talk about who I was crushing over.

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Anonymous said to the-modern-typewriter:

At the risk of crowding an already full bandwagon, I have to say that I’m LOVING these Hero/Villain and Villain x Villain prompts. They’re gorgeous! I’d love to see more along those lines. (Maybe even a Villain/Villain/Hero triangle?) <3

 Anonymous said:

I loved that extra prompt at the end of the two villains ask! Maybe some more of two villains trying to seduce a hero? Thanks so much!

1) The next time someone suggested ‘distraction’ for the sake of the mission, they were going to read it less like ‘heroically creating a diversion’ and more like ‘bloody bait’. Their heart skittered in their chest to find themselves sitting not even between one of their enemies, but two of them. Nowhere to go. Fucking wine and dine instead of a decent fight. Laughter in their ear, a hand on their thigh and another brushing their hair back from their face with a really quite dizzying fondness that brought back far too many memories. It couldn’t get worse. Their mouth had gone dry, stomach bottomed out.
“You want to talk peace, go on then,” the villain murmured. “Give us your spiel.”
“But you’re going to have to be very convincing,” said the other. “What with your friends currently poking through my belongings. Trespassing is so rude, don’t you think? It would be terrible if the security mistook them as a threat.”
It could get worse. 

2)    “Will you stop commenting on how adorable I am when I’m trying to fight you?” the hero snapped, cheeks flushed through between being furious and being flustered.  “This is serious.”
The two villains exchanged a glance, seeming entirely too amused by the comment.
“Easy, tiger,” the villain said. “You’re currently outnumbered with none of your little team in sight or hearing distance. Let’s not pretend this is a fight.”
“We can both go at you if you like,” said the other. “But I didn’t think you were into that kind of thing.”
Flustered took precedence as the hero gaped, spluttered. And really, gaping and spluttering in front of a person’s enemies wasn’t an acceptable response by any means, so of course they had to square their shoulders and give a cocky smirk. “Oh please, I can handle anything either of you throw at me.”

3) “Tell me.” The villain took a slow, menacing step forward. “What’s so special about you? What do they see in you? You’re nothing.”
“You’re getting awfully twitchy over nothing.”
The villain caught hold of their throat in an instant. “I wonder how much they’d like you with that pretty face cut up.”
The hero laughed. “I don’t think that would stop them finding your personality ugly.” They turned abruptly serious, fingers tightening around the villain’s wrist. “If you love them, let them be happy. You have to know I’m not looking to hurt them.”

4)  “They’d want you anyway they could possess you,” said the villain. “Mind, body, soul. Everything you have to offer, and then just a little more until you’re completely spent They don’t care about you, all they care about is winning.”
The hero stared at them, going perfectly still.
“I could protect you,” the villain said. “We were friends once…but I can’t help you if you don’t work with me a little bit here.
“Funny. They said you’re obsessed with me so what the hell are you doing? Do you think this is some of game?” Despite themselves, the thought of being a game stung.

He’s yours

“Can you do an imagine with Archie where the reader gets pregnant but with everything going on she decides to leave Riverdale, without telling Archie anything, and when things finally quiet down she comes back with the baby and Archie freaks out they make up and it’s cute?” - Anon

  • Warnings - none
  • Word count - 1734

You wanted to have that fairy tale life that every girl in some shape or form dreamed off. Married to a gorgeous person who would and will support you no matter what you decide to do with your life, you will live in this beautiful home in your local town of Riverdale and live next door to all of your closest friends. And eventually you will be able to settle down and start a family. However isn’t going to be the dream that you can achieve.

You have only been with your boyfriend Archie for about 7 months. You thought of yourself as a strong couple, you know you can turn to him for whatever reason, however you don’t know how he will react when you tell him your news. There might have been an occasion when things were happening so fast that you forgot about protection and well it only takes once.

You didn’t know how we’re going to cope, you knew one thing for certain you were going to raise this baby.

Hey babe, what’s wrong/ You’re looking a little pale.” Archie asked concerned

Yeah I’m just scared about the murderer. I mean it’s scary isn’t it, especially if there’s kids around, I mean how would feel if you were a parent and you know that there is a murderer on the loose” You said trying to drop the idea of being a parent to him, and trying to see his reaction.

I know what you mean. Like if I had a baby I would be scared to be here. You never know what might happen.” Archie said not realising the impact that it would have on your mind. You slightly stopped in your track, then carrying on trying to show that nothing was wrong. Archie walked you to your class and kissed your forehead smiling at you slightly cupping your face before he left.

From the earlier conversation you knew that you would have to leave at least until the case has either settled down or has been solved. It killed you to even think of that thought. Yes you were a teenager and why did you know about love. But you truly think you loved Archie. When you entered your classroom, you immediately texted your sister asking her if you could stay with her for a while.

That night, you ignored your phone the constant texts and calls, started to build up. You packed the necessities, you had already explained to your Mom why you were leaving and she promised that she wouldn’t tell anyone about your pregnancy. Just as you were about to leave you picked up the photo of you and Archie that was placed on your bedside table. It was took in the Summer break, after you both had a water fight to try and cool down. You smiled at the memory and rubbed your thumb over Archie in the photo and quickly wiped away the tear that had fallen on the glass. You really didn’t want to do this, but it was what was best for not only you but your baby.

As you were leaving your house and was about to get into your sister’s car. You saw Archie running down your street. “Woah Y/N, where you going?” His arms reaching up to rub against yours, his eyes searching your face, clearly out of breath as he’s just ran here after you didn’t answer.

I have to go and stay with my sister for a little while, you’ll understand in a few months, I promise. I’m sorry, but remember,” I stepped closer to him slightly cupping his left cheek, he leaned into my touch, tears were already filling my eyes, “I love you with all my heart, at this moment in time it isn’t safe for me and it’ll come clear to you soon. I love you Arch.”

Y/N please don’t say you’re leaving me please. I love you I’ll protect you know that don’t you?”

“Of course I do Archie, but I have to do this please.” You said trying to walk away your gripped loosened on his fingers. Tears we’re already flowing down my cheeks as I climbed into the car, I had to try and ignore Archies crys to get me to stay. I couldn’t look back and see him like this. You knew this was for the best.

~~several months later~~

“Hey baby boy, we’re going home today, back to Mommy’s home.” You coo slightly rubbing the cheeks of your 3 month old baby boy’s face.

To say it was hard without Archie was an understatement, however you did have your sister and she helped you so much, whilst you’ve been off school you were being home schooled. But now  the murder of Jason Blossom had been solved, things were finally settling down. And it was time to return. You were nervous to see how people were going to react.

The drive wasn’t bad, it was pretty smooth no real traffic. As you pulled up outside it was just as you remembered but the maple syrup sign had been took down because the light of everything. You passed the bright neon lights of Pops and that’s when you truly felt at home. You decide to pull up and grab yourself a milkshake for old times sake. Once you parked up you got Y/BB/N out of his baby carrier and placed him in his stroller, making sure to wrap him up in a blanket to keep the winter chill of his delicate skin.

As soon as you stepped a foot inside, all your memories came back, the countless times where you spent your time laughing in a booth, crying, doing homework, going on dates it was never ending.

Hi Pop, can I have an old school vanilla milkshake please?” You smiled his face beamed when he saw you.

Y/N! Long time no see, and who’s this little fella?” He asked leaning over the counter to get a better look at your son.

“He’s called Y/BB/N, he’s 3 months.”

“You back for good then?”

“Yeah for a while at least.” Once he handed you your drink you smiled at him pulling out your purse to pay,

Hey that’s on the house for old times sake.” You smiled a thanks towards him, you were about to move yourself into a booth on the other side of the dinner, when you heard

Y/N is that you?”

You turned around to see Jughead looking up from his laptop his coffee cup now empty.

Hi Jughead.” You smiled and slowly walked over to him unsure of how he will treat you.

You had a baby?”

You nodded before adding “Yeah, that’s kinda why I left it wasn’t safe for me to bring the baby into a town where there was a murderer on the loose.”

Jughead got up smiling softly at you, walking to be by your side so he was able to see your son, at a few minutes of silence and Jug making faces at him he broke the silence, “he’s Archie isn’t he?”

“Yeah. I was wondering if you knew where he was, I kinda need to see him.”

“Listen I’ll call him now to get him to come here. It’s good to have you back.” You smiled at him and slid yourself into the booth whilst he went outside to phone Archie.

Once he came back in you were able to catch up with him and what you had missed in your months of being away. He told you about the Blue and Gold being started up again, him and Betty were now a couple. You were laughing at a joke that Jughead had said when a shadow lurked over your table, you looked up to see Archie standing there, his eyes flicking between you and your son.

“I’ll leave you guys to it, I’ll talk to you both later.” Jughead smiled sympathetically, you mumbled a thanks in return.

You’re back.”

“yeah , I had to get a way Archie it was what it was best for me… and for him.”

Archie’s eyes flickered to the sleeping baby in the pushchair.

Is he mine?”

You nodded at him ashamed to even look at his reaction.

“Is that why you left?”

You nodded again,

“Why did you leave?”

You shrugged

God sake Y/N will you please answer me verbally!”

“I had to leave Archie I was petrified, and at the time this town wasn’t safe I couldn’t raise him here not until it had settled down which it has now, that’s why I’m back and I’m sorry that I just upped and left and didn’t tell you about him, I didn’t know what to do.”

He let out a breath, you could tell and you knew it was a lot for him to handle at that moment in time, one second he is a normal teenager going to school and now he is a teenager and a Dad.

Can I hold him?”

You smiled at him and got out of the booth and gently picked out your sleeping son, you walked to where Archie was sitting and handed him over making sure his head was well supported.

He’s called Y/BB/N Andrews.” You said whilst smoothing his hair down. You slid back into your booth and you both sat there in comfortable silence for a while.

I love you still you know Y/N?” Archie said glancing up from this baby that he now adores, you could tell by his facial reaction.

“And I never stopped loving you. I am really sorry for leaving and I know what I did was wrong but please understand why I done it, please.”

“I understand Y/N I do, I mean it would’ve been nice to at least to be made aware that I was going to be a Dad.”

“I know it won’t be perfect, but we can take it one step at a time?” He looked up at me and nodded. Liking the idea of this new family.

Hey little guy, I’m your Dad. Yeah that right I’m your Dad. Yeah” He giggled, stroking his face.

Unbeknown to you both Jughead was watching you both interacting with your baby boy, documenting all your faces and expressions. Placing them all in his novel. These memories were only just beginning.

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Light’s On

Pairing: Charlie x Reader, Dean, Sam 

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Dry Humping, Smut, Oral (Reader Receiving) Fingering, Tribbing, NSFW, Kissing, Comforting, Lovey-dovey-ness

Words: 3,780+

Summary: You don’t like the way you look so Charlie decides to show you how much she loves you and your body. 

A/N: So I was kind of experimenting with this one… It’s written in first person and I feel like it gives you more insight on how the Reader is feeling so hopefully it turned out okay? This fic has several songs which have influenced it, each song is in italics and bold letters and I’ve also added a link to them in case you wanted to give them a listen. Feedback is always welcomed. If you’d like to be added or removed from the tag list, please let me know!

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New season...new thangs...

So we all know that taping for S8 of TWD has begun…so new season coming, new thangs poppin…I have a few hopes for the new season…

1) When is Big Daddy Grimes gonna get some new boots? Like for real he has run them old joints down to basically leather socks, so can we all collectively cross our fingers for some new kix?

Originally posted by gameraboy

2) Michy mommy time! Yeah we all want that little mocha tinged Richonne baby, but what about some mommy time with the kids Michonne and Rick already have? I need some Carchonne time, some Midith? Judchonne? mommy/daughter time…like come one, judith is gonna look like she’s about 10 this season, and carl is gonna have a full on ricky rozay beard, so i think they need some bonding time with their mama before s9 and they’re both married off to some Kingdom folks or something…

Originally posted by thewalkingif

3) Michonne kills Jadis…I really really really want this trick beheaded by Michonne…like yesterday…she threw Rick into the pit with Winston’s crazy ass, she shot Ricky in the hip, she asked to fux with Rick–which is some basic bitch shit if i ever heard it…her and her garbage heaps turned on TF and the one tried to kill Michy! like it’s just time to be done with these fools…AWF with her head!

Originally posted by atwdenthusiast

4) NEGAN DEAD…i don’t think i need to go any further than that really…let’s fix this problem and carry on…mmmkay?

Originally posted by realitytvgifs

5) I love you! I’mma need Ricky to fess up and tell Michy he loves her…not with innuendo, or love eyes, but a full on, grown up, “I love you” and she should say it back…it’s time…and let’s be honest, it’s probably the best we’re gonna get…coz y'all know the s7 richonne sex tapes are in nicotero’s safe under lock and key…never to be seen again…so at least give us some fluff love…please?

Originally posted by glowysweetfab

5 things you JUST DON'T DO to people with glasses

1) “wow you look so much better with your glasses off!” just. please don’t.
2) take their glasses off their face and refuse to give them back. it isn’t quirky or funny, it’s really, really annoying.
3) “oh you got new glasses? i don’t like them.” you obviously have no idea a: how much those cost (hint: a lot, unless they were free w/ insurance) or b: how long whoever you’re dissing probably spent picking those out.
4) “how many fingers am i holding up???!?” i will break in to wherever you are and flip you off.
5) poke the lenses of their glasses. does this REALLY need an explanation?

Young Justice Batmom: Part 6

Prompt: Batmom in the young Justice universe


AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. Thanks to my wonderful Beta’s who are plowing through my stories!

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

You just grin as Dick climbs into the car. His hair is slicked back, and he looks so different from his usual look. As always, he’s all smiles. You wait for him to buckle his seatbelt before pulling away from the curb, “So how was your first day of high school?”

“Still the youngest in my class, still the smartest in my class.”

You grin, “Yes, well your mom was very diligent in your homeschooling.” The small smile that crosses Dick’s face tells you that he’s thinking of Mary, of the Circus, of the life taken away from him. You don’t say anything more, you let him have his memory.

He comes out of it on his own, grin back in place, “I saw Artemis today.”

“Yeah, how’s she adjusting?”

“Okay I think. I said a quick hello, but she has no clue that it’s me.” He goes silent for a minute before saying, “You’re in jeans. Didn’t you just get off work?”

“Your dad and I took half a day. He’ll be gone for a bit on a League mission. Since he’s gone, I figured we’d get in a little mother son time before heading to the cave.”

His eyes go wide, “You mean?”

You nod, “Junk food here we come.”

          As far as Bruce and Alfred are concerned fast food is the devil’s food, and not something to be eaten. You and Dick however, like to live on the dangerous side, which means every once in a while you indulge when Bruce is away on a mission.

          After a few hours of fried goodness and Dick telling you about his classes and a few other things the two of you head to the safe house. He changes into his robin uniform and you simply slip your mask into place. The two of you go out the secret entrance and into the alley. All of a sudden Dick is sprinting ahead.

          You smile as you spot Artemis up ahead. Your sneakers crunch against the garbage as you come to a stop behind Artemis, right as Dick disappears through the zeta tube. You smile at the girl, “How was your first day of school?”

          “It was fine, not as bad as I thought it would be.”

          The smile never leaves your face as you motion for her to go on ahead. The moment she disappears you go through, and the next thing you know, you’re being pulled to the ground as fire streams above you, and then you’re being pulled onto your feet and down a corridor.

          Your heart is going a mile a minute, and takes several deep breaths to calm yourself, and force the flashbacks away. Then you’re taking the lead, as you run out of the hanger and into the showers. The kids catch on without you saying a word, as you turn the shower heads on, Dick tries to radio for help, but you know it won’t do any good.

          Then you’re on the run again, making your way into the kitchen. You can see the worry on Dick’s face as Artemis points out the air vent. You give him a small smile and say, “I’m not completely helpless in a fight.” Before climbing up yourself.

          You follow the kids, keeping to their pace. The movements flow from your body as naturally as the day you learned them, but you’re not as fast as you once were, and you’re certainly not as smooth. And you’re quite sure that if you weren’t fighting for your lives Dick would already be four questions into his interrogation on how a company CEO is keeping up with them.

          As the kids look at video footage you do your best to collect yourself. You focus your breathing, and then your mind, and you go to a place you haven’t been in years. You go to a place where survival comes first.

That’s why when Red Tornado’s siblings call for surrender, you almost don’t follow your son. Then, some part of our brain tells you that you aren’t her anymore. That it’s not only your life on the line but children’s as well. Your son’s life is on the line.

          You listen as Dick does his best to focus Artemis, to get her “traught.” You take one more breath before placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder and saying, “Focus Artemis, like he taught you to.” Her eyes go wide and you give her a small smile, “Our past doesn’t define us Artemis, but that doesn’t mean we can’t use pieces of it to survive.”

          Her voice is a whisper, “You know.”

          You nod, “Since the beginning.”

          “And you still?”

          “Like I said our past doesn’t define us.” She just nods. You can feel Dick’s gaze on you and you simply say, “Once we’re out of this mess I’ll explain.”

          His voice goes a bit high pitch, “Mom?”

          “I’m okay sweetheart. I promise. Now what’s the plan?”

          He shrugs, “I don’t know, they’re literally machines.” He takes a deep breath and smiles, “That’s it. They’re machines, and EMP device.”

          You raise an eyebrow, “You have that in your utility belt?”

          He grins, “No, but we can make one.  Isn’t that right KF?”

          Wally’s voice comes in loud and clear as he gives instructions, but when Dick goes to install it, you hold out your hand. He looks at you with wide eyes, “Mom, you can’t…  You don’t know how…”

          “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Dick, but trust me when I say I can do this.” You can see his hesitation, “Trust me.”

          It’s something in your eyes that makes him hold out the device and the grappling gun. It doesn’t take you long to find your center, and then you’re going. The silence comes back naturally as you touch down and make your way to the generator. You get in place and have to bite back a curse at the incomplete circuit. Then your body is moving out of the way as water comes crashing down around you.

          You find the foot holds easily, as you scale the generator. You meet Dick’s eyes from across the room and you hold up three fingers. He nods and begins pulling Artemis back. When they’re out of sight you stand up, and you wait, and sure enough they come. And with your son safely away, you allow yourself to sink into the last stage, and then you see nothing but red.

          “What is up with your mom? Did you know she could do that? She evaded that water like it was nothing, and what was with the three fingers?”

          Dick looks at Artemis as they drop soundlessly into the souvenir room. “I honestly don’t know. She’s never been a part of our missions. The most she does is stitch us up, or work the computers.”

          “But she kept up with us. She climbed, and ran, and dodged like she’s been doing it her whole life!”

          Dick just shrugs, “I honestly don’t know. But the 3 represents rule three: When outnumbered retreat and regroup.”

          “And how are we supposed to do that?”

          “The circuit was incomplete; we have to find a way to complete it before they take my mom out.”

          There’s a moment of silence before Artemis says “We could just hide, wait for the League.” Dick watches as her eyes focus on that mask.

          “Is that really what you want to do?”

          She shrugs, “It’s all I know.”

          Dick places a hand on her shoulder, “I’d like to think you’ve learned a little something in your time with us.”

          She looks back at him and says, “You know too, don’t you? About my family.”

          He just smiles and says, “Like my mom said, our pasts don’t define us.”

          Artemis’s eyes focus on the arrow, and she smiles, “Yeah, your mom is pretty smart.”

          “Yeah, she always wins at Boggle too, even against Batman.”

          She just laughs, grabs the arrow and they’re off.

          You’re bruised, you’re bloody, and you’re beaten. You’re fairly certain that you have at least one cracked rib, and the black eye is going to be hell to explain away. On the flip side, adrenaline is still pumping through your system, and you haven’t been captured yet. You’ve even managed to take off one of Red Torpedo’s arms. It’s limited his power slightly, but Red Inferno is still going strong.

          You’re not going to last much longer, you’re too out of practice. Too out of shape. It’s been nearly ten years since you’ve done this sort of thing, but you have to keep going, at least to give Artemis and Dick a chance to get out. You’re just about ready to spring from your hiding places when the elevator dings, and Artemis and Dick step out; arms held high ready to surrender. You move silently and quickly, just in time to see Dick strike out, and see Artemis fly.

          The arrow sores through the air and the next thing you know the machines are dropping to the ground. As a head count is taken, you let out a painful breath of relief. Then your knees are buckling and the pain takes over your body. The adrenaline had been keeping the worst of it away, but now it was slowly fading away. The last thing you hear is Dick calling out for you, before everything goes black.  

deetledeet  asked:

Dude I'm 90% sure some matrix glitch happened to me today. I don't know how to explain it I was at my little sis soccer game and laid back on my blanket to look at the sky. I saw about 20 birds way up high that looked like seagulls, but we live on the Arizona Utah border so they couldn't have been. I pointed up and said to my husband "do you see those birds?" And I looked at his face, but when I glanced back up they were gone. If it'd been 3 I'd assume they flew a different direction. But 20??

(cont.)  I don’t know what to think of it. They were flying really really high in circles weaving around eachother. It was almost like the light was reflecting off them but I figured it was their white bellies. I scanned the sky all over for them after literally looking at my husbands face for 1.5 seconds. My finger was still pointing up and they weren’t there anymore.

-that’s actually really freaky sounding.

Originally posted by dbareactions