i will do it i will kick this block

TFP characters as dril tweets
  • Optimus Prime: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
  • Ratchet: the wise man bowed his head solemnly and spoke: “theres actually zero difference between good & bad things. you imbecile. you fucking moron”
  • Bumblebee: 1st grade: Mastered. 2nd Grade: MAstered. 3rd Grade: Mastered. 4th Grade: Heres when they start trying to trick you 5th Grade:This ones hard
  • Arcee: strongest blade in the world, howeve,r it is so fragile as to shatter when handled by any force other than the delicate touch of a lesbian
  • Bulkhead: i fear my tropical fish no longer respect me after i accidetnally stumbled backwards & smushed my ass hole right up against their $3000 tank
  • Cliffjumper: priest plugs my coffin in at the end of the funeral. “MILLERTIME” lights up in neon on the side, desecrating my corpse & sending me to hell
  • Smokescreen: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. I hoot and holler out of the building while a bunch of losers try to tell me that im dying
  • Ultra Magnus: Blocked. Blocked. Blocked. You are all blocked. None of you are free of sin
  • Jack: yes trolls. unlike you, i have a brain. its called a " JOB "
  • Raf: downloading shit loads of counterfeit papa john coupons through unsecure wifi net works
  • Miko: DAD: i just heard on t he news that teens are taking the "Kick My Ass" challenge. please dont do this ME: you have no power over me, old man
  • Jane Darby: startling how im the only person on this site with an actual human soul. you would think the other guys on here have one, but no
  • Fowler: i enjoy a bit of "Humour" every now and then, but people seriously need to stop tying me to a chair and injecting me with unknown substances
  • Megatron: my followeres, who all hate me, and wish to kick my ass, are nobodys, and they lack the combat training to injure me, because theyre infant
  • Stascream: I just looked up the stats and the number of meaningful relationships ive formed is less than the number of public restrooms ive Screamed in
  • Soundwave: im the guy who airbrushes the nipples out of pro wrestling ads. i make $85k a year. but i have a secret *removs shades to reveal nipple eyes
  • Knockout: I put years of hard work into getting my torture degree at torture college & now everyones like “oh tortures bad” , “its ineffective” fuck off
  • Breakdown: my grave is just a huge tv displaying videos of me doing parkour in hell and it makes all the other graves look like shit
  • Arachnid: i will tell you this right now: I'm from hell. Im highly fucked up. Ive been known to say rude things and watch the carnage unfold brutally
  • Shockwave: i have absolutely zero interest in friendship, i have absolutely zero interest in jokes, i am simply here to collect data and earn respect.
  • Predaking: please bring your rats to the new castle flea market so I may bless/heal them. ill be sitting in a lawn chair wearing a stolen priest outfit
  • Dreadwing: (the trolls watch in astonishment as the milk shake they threw at me flawlessly bounces off of my head wwith minimal pain and mess involved)
  • Unicron: *all horrors begotten by the desire of man flash before eyes* woha! this is awkward *the cries of millions suffering echo* Damn That's Weird
while im still here n at it let me throw some sugar shade @ some signs

aries: ur still my #1 even tho i’ve tried to kick u out of my heart for a while now. fuk u. eat a good dinner or something and leave my ass olone

taurus: ur beautiful n angelic but honestly so lazy do ur goddam work on time u make me want to cry,

gemini: highkey the most entertaining but always spilling the tea and talking (shit) like ur life depends on it. sh for a sec

cancer: honestly i’d protect u with my life but when i disagree with u idk what to tell u sis,, ur probably going to block me if i drag u even the slightest tbh

leo: good lookin but honestly? i dont know any of yall

virgo: a goddam human cinnamon roll if i ever saw one but lowkey planning how to kill u if u do something they dont like i mean…..chill

libra: always glowing like some ethereal angel but truthfully? a Demon. im not a satan stan keep ur demonic face away from me n go

scorpio: i mean,,,i guess ur fun sometimes,,,,, as long as ur not around me

sagittarius: best n possibly only tru friend if they really really like u, but i cant even throw shade @ anyone around them tho bc they do too much of that already

capricorn: good friend to chill wit during good times but when times get hard for them u are Dropt within 0.43 secs

aquarius: wise Cool fairy godmother types but lowkey dont kno what theyre talking about 63% of the time

pisces: listen i love yall but pure n good? evil n untrustworthy? whiny n annoying? i dont even know which u are?? in any case stop ruining my life

Positioning Is Everything

I play an Eladrin Rogue named Phukar in our Keep on Shadowfell campaign. All of us are fairly new players, including the DM. We’ve got Sylvia (Elven Warlock), Elf (Elven Warden), Nyx (DM’s Gnome Sorcerer and Phukar’s adopted daughter), and Swaggitha (DM’s Shifter Shaman). We’ve finally reached the final boss, Kalarel, and have to stop him from opening the rift. Unfortunately, he’s got ridiculously high AC.

DM: Heads up, if you guys wanna do something to try to like, remove robes and stuff like that, that can lower his AC.

Phukar (OOC): … Can I pants Kalarel?

DM: (Over everyone’s laughter) Yes! That is precisely what I’m saying! Pants Kalarel, show his dick to the world!

[A few moments later]

DM: (As everyone decides what they’re wanting to do) Nyx is going to use Mage Hand to try to pants Kalarel.

Sylvia (OOC): She technically had advantage!

DM: Yes, she does!

Elf (OOC): He’s marked, by the way!

DM: (Rolls and counts up) That’s a 17, plus her strength… (DM grins) So basically, she takes Mage Hand and just kind of swipes and pantses Kalarel.

Phukar (OOC): (As everyone starts to laugh) So how big is it?

DM: Rolling for dick size! (Rolls a d8) It’s about 6 inches.

Phukar (OOC): Alright, so pretty average.

Sylvia (OOC): I love that you rolled a d8 for that!

DM: Well, yeah, because averages - here, let’s roll- (Rolls a d20) 19! It’s taller than he is! You don’t know HOW it was contained in there. It was wrapped up in a small little corner.

Phukar (OOC): (As everyone dies of laughter once more) Let’s go with the 6!

[A few more moments later]

DM: Humans - killed. Portal - opened. Dick - OUT!

Phukar (OOC): I am forcibly removed from the Keep on Shadowfell.

[There’s a short moment while I’m thinking]

Phukar: So I waltz right up to this guy and what I’m gonna do is Setup Strike. (Fails my roll) Okay, dang it. Well, for my minor action, I’m gonna take my dagger and cut his pants in half. (Rolls) Uh… 19?

DM: (Rolls) The pants are not that strong! You’re just like, ‘I’ve learned to cut clothes off very quickly before. I’ve done this many times!’

Phukar: Oh, more than you’d guess.

DM: (Starts to go to the next person)

Phukar (OOC): Wait! I just want to point out that to properly cut those pants, he probably had to get on his knees. Meaning, Phukar is on his knees in front of Kalarel. (Everyone collectively dies of laughter) He’s on his knees in front of Kalarel. And, can I use the free action for speaking?

DM: Yeah?

Phukar: I look up and say “Nice one, Arlen” to his face.

DM: FUCK. Okay, it’s his turn now. He looks down at you-

Sylvia (OOC): He looks past his dick at Phukar.

DM: I mean… It’s not hard, so he’s not- (Everyone collectively dies) Okay! He kicks off what’s left of his pants and then um… Fucker, he goes to hit you… (Rolls low) And. So, basically, you’re down there, and you just lift up your new cloak and block the attack like… duh duh duh (waving arms above head like holding a cloak).

Phukar (OOC): And now the cloak is just- all you see if a bent form, a cloak that hides everything, and Kalarel!

Sylvia (OOC): I think EVERYONE’S wondering what Phukar’s doing under there!

Phukar (OOC): Can Phukar poke it?

DM: …. SURE. I’LL ALLOW IT. You hear Nyx shout “Get some, Dad!”

Elf: With great accuracy and precision, I take my hand and place my palm directly on my forehead, with an audible sound, clear to everybody in the room.

DM: He’s going to use an action surge because his dick was just touched, like, what the fuck!”

Elf: Wait! If he attacks Phukar, then I use my Immediate Interrupt! (Rolls) That’s a Nat 20! I look angrily at him. “Wait! You don’t hit your sex partner without consent!”

[This causes everyone to die laughing for a solid minute. This is a moment to go down in history. And it’s not over yet.]

Phukar (OOC): (As the DM accidently knocks Kalarel’s figurine over) I SUCKED HIM INTO SUBMISSION.

DM: STOP IT! You’re breaking your DM!

[Cue another pause for a full minute of laughter and then a few rounds of initiative. Phukar is still kneeling in front of Kalarel]

DM: Fucker, it’s your turn.

Phukar: So. I kind of look back up at him, flicking back my cloak, and say “You know, I think I would like you in a better position” - I’m gonna use Positioning Strike.


Phukar: I’m going to use Positioning Strike - but I’m gonna hit his… Y’know… with it. I’m going to stab at it while pushing him back.


Phukar (OOC): I got… Let’s see… 12, plus 11, so 23 against his will.

DM: That hits.

Phukar: Alright! I hit for 20 and push him over the table so he slams against the wall. And uh… Well, originally he was gonna go up there and suck it, but now it’s bloody and uh… He’s not really into that.

And that is how to break your DM during the final boss encounter.

mooosicaldreamz  asked:

first off, i want to say that i legitimately love every single one of your supercorp fics and have read them perhaps way too many times. in particular, i've read fall A TON. so you're great and i hope writer's block enjoys the ass kicking you're gonna give it. second, if you've got the upper hand on writer's block and want to, i've got a prompt: supercorp and doing charity work? or legit anything you come up with. i will take anything.

It was funny how utterly inconspicuous a hairnet could make one look. All the make up and hoodies and caps pulled down low in the world have not been able to do what an apron, a pair of latex gloves, and a simple hairnet have been able to do.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t about being inconspicuous but just the plain absurdity of finding Lena Luthor—heir to LuthorCorp and sister to the notorious Lex Luthor—volunteering in a soup kitchen. Who would believe her even if she admitted it to their face? Just the other day she’d been caught on camera wearing a dress that cost more than most people made in a year—someone who could waste money like that could surely hire someone to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or at least donate lavishly (as the Luthors were wont to do) and dispel the desire to freely offer services entirely.  

And yet, for whatever reason—the hairnet, the inability to suspend disbelief, pure and unbridled luck—she was at one of the many soup kitchens scattered across National City, doling out mashed potatoes and gravy while listening to the woman in charge bark orders at the grocers and cooks who were working in the back, and not a single person batted an eye at her.

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HymnoftheValkyrie's Masterlist

Here’s my collection of stories that I’ve done so far :P I’m horrible at updating it, but I try! I do take requests, but they may be a while because I’ve had a mix of writer’s block and life kicking my ass lately. Anything NSFW is labelled, so no worries! Please enjoy. ❤


Steve x Reader

A Dire Need - (NSFW) After a mission, things get a little heated with Steve.

Happy Birthday?? - It’s Steve’s birthday, and you want to make it a special one

The Way You Look Tonight - Steve needs some cheering up, and you know just how to do it.

The Ghost (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5 ) (Part 6 ) (NSFW) A series where you lose your memory of being the villain, just to end up becoming the good guy (Its romantically Steve x Reader…. eventually ;) ) ((In Progress))

Letters From Home (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Final Part) A series where your grandmother sends letters to Steve while he’s in the military… and you continue the tradition. ((COMPLETE))

Take A Vacation (Part 1) (Part 2) (Final Part) (NSFW) Steve drags you out of your comfort zone by making you take a damn vacation. You work too hard! ((COMPLETE))

A Date To Remember (NSFW) Feeling down? Steve’s got it all taken care of.

Parkour Steve meets someone who teaches him everything he needs to know. Including how to fall in love again ((Possible multipart))

Walk With Me (Amongst The Leaves) Super duper fluffy Steve + the fall for a wonderful person’s birthday request!!!

Swing, Swing (NSFW) Steve and you have a relatively secret relationship until the other Avengers take notice and become a little too nosey.

Bucky x Reader

Admiration Bucky’s POV on, well, you.

Impossible Bucky needs you, and this shows just how much.

Bucky’s Hair (NSFW) Yeah, this title is self explanatory.

Cheering Him Up Sad Bucky needs some good old fluff.

Rollin’ Between The Sheets (NSFW) Bucky getting under your skin, and you love every moment of it.

My Stubborn Girl (NSFW) You get injured during training, and stubbornly won’t let Bucky take the blame for it.

Only Takes One Time (Part 1) (Part 2) (NSFW) Your life changes when Bucky Barnes comes crashing through your bedroom window. Oh lucky you! ((COMPLETE))

Leather Binds (NSFW) This is pure bondage smut. Read up and enjoy.

Snow Day (NSFW) A snowstorm + Bucky Barnes = a grand time. He certainly knows how to keep you busy!

Music Man Bucky overhears a conversation that has him learning something specifically to get your attentions.

Tony x Reader

Sex and Chaos (Part 1) (Part 2) (NSFW) Drunk Tony, oh for shame.

Death of a Bachelor (NSFW) (Part 1) The last person Tony expected to see was you, right when he needed you most. Question is: Is it good timing for you? And what happens when he finds out your deepest, darkest secret?

Loki x Reader

Did You Mean It? You overhear Loki talking to Thor, and you can hardly believe what was said.

Clint x Reader

Just Relax, Darlin’ When the going gets tough, Clint is right there to make it all better.

Silence is Suspicious Your kids with Clint are being rather quiet… what could they possibly be getting into now??

Pietro x Reader

Turning The Tables (NSFW) Pietro’s teasing of a short reader doesn’t end up the way he planned.

Hurting The anniversary, and all the emotions that come with it. (Angst warning in itself, but part 2 for happiness is in the plans)

Hurting No More Continuation of Hurting. What was turning out to be yet another bad anniversay, turns into the surprise you never expected.

добро дошла кући (NSFW) Pietro surprises you by coming home after a long mission, and you waste no time with him.

T’Challa x Reader

A Queen For Forever The King of Wakanda has a little surprise for you.


Castiel x Reader

I Didn’t Mean To Touch Your Butt - Poor Cas doesn’t understand what he’s getting himself into.

Dean x Reader

Well It Started With A Kiss… - (NSFW) Dean Winchester. A supply closet. What could go wrong?


Draco x Reader

What You Do To Me (Part 1) (Part 2) (Final) (NSFW) Draco Malfoy has a connection to you he doesn’t understand, and he annoys the shit out of you at first until he grows on you. ((COMPLETE))


Logan x Reader

Breaking and Entering (NSFW) A date with Logan takes an unexpected turn, and you’re not gonna complain one bit about it.

Logan Giving Oral (NSFW) Yeah, as titled (ask form so may not work on mobile)

Last update? 8/26/2017


Summary: You and your boyfriend break up and you use Bucky to release your pent up frustrations. 

Warnings: Smut (including masturbation and penetration)

Word Count: Almost 3000

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any Bucky smuts in the future

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Love to Burn

Originally posted by inkedcross

A/N: Hey guys! So this imagine is based on this song by the band. It’s one of those songs that’s slow and so sad but also so beautiful, I definitely suggest checking it out before you read this! It came on in my car the other night as I was driving home and it inspired this, so I wanted to get it down and share it with you guys. Enjoy!xx

Warnings: Smut, kinda sad/angsty if that’s a warning??

Word count: 3,980 (think this is my longest one I was really feelin it)

They say time heals. But for you, time only exaggerated the ache in your chest. It had been months since you last saw Harry, yet everyday still burned as fresh as the day you decided to let him go.

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force me to write (please)

ayyyy some drabble prompts to kick the writers block

send a pairing (check the tags for what ships I’ll do), 1-3 prompts, AND some context (mild nsfw is ok!!)


1. “I think I know what my plans are, and they don’t include a migraine.”

2. “On a scale of one to Australia, how dangerous are we talking?”

3. “You know more than you admit.”

4. “S/he died doing what s/he loved.”

5. “Well, that was one way of doing it”

6. “You were a mistake.”

7. “I worked so hard to get where I am now, I refuse to let you take that from me.”

8. “You can’t erase the past. Even if you don’t remember it.”

9. “I never wanted this.”

10. “I did what I had to do”

11. “That’s not what an apology sounds like.”

12. “Quit messing with my hair!”

13. “Make me.”

14. “Are you jealous?”

15. “I’m in love with you and it’s terrifying.”

16. “You really need to get some sleep.”

17. “Your lip is bleeding.”

18. “I want to go home.”

19. “We agreed to take a break but when you left a piece of me went with you.”

20. “How about no.”

21. “You need to leave.”

22. “Don’t be so shy, love.”

23. “You can’t just sit here all day.”

24. “Try. I dare you.”

25. “Why shouldn’t they help themselves after the way they’ve been treated?”

26. “Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.”

27. “I fought for you, why can’t you do the same for me?”

28. “Tell me a secret.”

29. “I can’t breathe.”

30. “You’re going for a walk? It’s two in the morning and below freezing, at least bring a jacket.”

31. “I think I’m dying.” “You have a cold.” “Start writing my eulogy.”

32. “I can’t stand the way they were looking at you.”

33. “Is that a challenge?”

34. “What do you remember about your mother?”

35. “I missed you.”

36. “Why are you calling at this hour?”

37.“I’m the kind of person no one would go looking for.”

38. “Is there something wrong with me?”

39. “I’d rather be dead.”

40. “You’re the best of the b… You’re the best of the mediocre.”

41. “You don’t have to do this.”

42. “What are you thinking about?”

43. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

44. “I’m going to need you to put on some clothes before you say anything else.”

45. “I stayed on the line for an hour after you hung up.”

46. “I’m with you, for better or for worse.” “It’ll probably be worse.” “I know.”

47. “Why are you putting that chocolate bar in the microwave?” “You said you wanted hot chocolate…?”

48. “I love you too much to let you humiliate yourself this way.”

49. “You’re drunk.” “No, you’re just blurry.”

50. “Your skin is a collection of tiny constellations.”

Trashy child, trashy mom, trashy yard!

Okay so buckle up as I unwind a marvelous tale of revenge, lust, betrayal and MURDER! Okay, maybe just some petty revenge. On mobile.

Now look here. I live in a nice residential neighborhood. We are the only college students in a sea of families. Because of this I make a point to be respectful to these families. No raging parties, just the occasional bonfire. Not midnight screaming match with the boyf. No loud sex noises. All in all, best college neighbors ever.

However, there is the one woman who is always just a jerk. About once a calender season, her and her boyfriend have screaming matches in the street between 2-4am. And I don’t mean they fight for 2 hours straight and I could walk out and yell at them. I am the kind of person who would do that. Instead they fight, usually about her cheating??? Then walk a few blocks down, I fall asleep then they come back just as I drift off. But you know what, I don’t know her life. I let it slide.

But this dickfuzz of a woman also has a child. She yells at him a lot but never at night. Again not my problem. Until yesterday. Little heathen is prancing around my yard picking dandelions. Cool little man, do you. But no, I forgot this SOB is a the hell spawn that even Satan didn’t want to own up to making. Out of nowhere kicks the full trash can awaiting pick up into my yard.

This is not a bump oh noooo situation. Little beast flat round house kicked it sent everything flying. I was in clear view on the porch at this point enjoying an after dinner coffee and I rightfully contain any swearing. Instead I say, “what are you doing? Pick that up!”

Not even a sorry as the kid dashes away to his house. I get up to cross the street to knock on his door and Noone answers. I know his mother is home, her car is there and TV was on. But hey, maybe not. I’m not breaking down the door to find out. I pick up my trash and toss it back into the can and continue on with my night.

Little did I know, the boyf threw out the cat food my cat didn’t like. I was unaware it still had food in it, which then scattered into my yard. Cue me waking up the next morning getting ready to rush to class when BAM trash EVERYWHERE!!! Just as the garbage men drive by with a apologetic look.

As I look sadly at the scattered dreams,  a neighbor sitting on her porch calls out. Said she thought she had heard raccoons last night then a bang. This is very likely since there was a trail of cat food leading up to a treasure trove of raccoon snacks. Well, time to skip class to clean up since I’m being watched.

Now my boy and I cook a lot. We always throw out our left overs from the week on garbage night. Last night when I cleaned it up it was still a bit cold. But now, it has been baking in the unseasonably warm can and has festered. Nasty gross uck. Plus it has to go back behind my house until next week. Suddenly the kids mother appears and starts outright whining about how college kids are so inconsiderate, never take care of their yards, litter, ect.

Okay. Losing patience, but maybe she didn’t know. I calmly explain what happened yesterday and how it most likely factored into the events of the morning. (Never had raccoon problems ever) I didn’t even solely blame her kid, even though it only happened because of Deathwing  Jr.

She just goes on a tiraide about how it couldn’t be her flame imp of a child. How my yard always looked like this and I was just trying to blame it on her kid. (Like really? I’ve always had bacon fat crusted boxes hanging out in my yard?) And how she’s glad someone finally made me pick it up but if I don’t stop involving her child she would report me to the HOA. (Uh, we don’t have one? ) She proceeded to complain as crossed the street while unfortunately not being hit by a car.

Alright. Long fuse, big bomb. I silently pick up the rest of the crap and ignore the neighbors comments about what a horrid woman she was. Instead I begin plotting.

You see the trench swan has a baby. And I see her take out the trash at least once a night, with what I am assume are stink bombs of diapers. As soon as night falls I enact my plan. I grab a handful of cat TREATS! Racoon go bonkers for them. And make a small invisible trail to her trash can in the alley. I even prop open the lid with a stick. I’m barely out of sight when I see the first set of reflective eyes.

This morning I was woken up much happier at 7am to her screaming about all raccoons needing to be shot. (Hey now, they’re just trying to eat.) Take a peak and they had not only thrown the dirty diapers and other trash all over the alley but also dragged it all over the right side of her front yard. Took her 2 hours to clean up after the hour of complaining while standing in dirty diaper scent range hoping a neighbor would help her. Eventually made the kid come out to help, (why is he not in school, like it’s a freaking Thursday) now he knew, but there isnt a damn thing he can do about it. Just gave me the evil eye while i sat on the porch. That was a good cup of coffee.

I will continue to do this every few nights until the next trash day. So maybe a solid more times. Plus, raccoons get a nice snack. I just hope I remember to bring snacks next time.

TLDR; Brat knocked over my trash can, I cleaned up but raccoons knocked it over again due to his roundhouse kick. Mom then complained about the trash in my yard as I was cleaning it up. Baited their diaper filled trash for prime racoon attack. It worked. Diapers everywhere. Got to watch them clean up.

Note: if they put out traps I will cancel the plan and disable the traps. No need for our furry scavengers to get hurt.

UPDATE TIME: Tried to do it again last night. Wanted to scope out the area. Diner squall is sitting on the porch in the dark muttering in the dark to her boyfriend? I haven’t seen them throw out any trash yet. No sign of raccoons either. Will update when I see them throw out something and reenact the plan.

LAST UPDATE: So I’m too busy to maintain this thread or my revenge. My petty fire has died. Saw her throw out a diaper genie bag last night. (Ew) called on the coons one last time. Was messy as hell when I went to bed at 1 last night. Cleaned up the morning. For good measure when I saw her come home today after my classes she looked dead tired. I am amused. Goodbye!

Loki/Reader | Paranormal Activity

mod gaston and i decided this was a good idea idk why someone stop us and our shitty concept of humor in which loki attempts to seduce reader through magic 🕷️💋

Originally posted by lokis--queen

Warning: Misunderstandings and Accidentally Sexual Situations Ahead

“So like, can you do tricks and stuff?”


“Like, magic tricks and stuff. Can you do any of that?”

“I don’t do parlor tricks, mortal,” he spat the last word as if it pained him to say.

“Sor-ry. I just wanted to see some cool shit, but I guess I can go ask Stephen -”

Loki’s head turned towards you, “That idiot?” he made a noise of disgust, “His puny illusions would pale in comparison to anything I could do.” Though he kept his aggravated demeanor, you could sense a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“Well, since you don’t do that stuff I guess it’ll have to do,” you shrugged and made your way towards the elevator. You knew Stephen probably wasn’t even at the tower, but you also knew Loki would absolutely not stand for you spending time with any other man. It was obvious he felt something for you, the way he always tried to get you alone, or how he’d glare down anyone who even breathed in your direction when he thought you weren’t looking. He was very possessive for someone who hadn’t even made their move yet.

You heard a slight growl before he was suddenly in front of you, blocking your path to the lift.

“Fine. What do you want?”

“I don’t know, impress me.”

Impress you? He could do that in many ways, if that’s what you wanted. He didn’t get how your mortal mind worked, but he supposed some time alone with you was better than none.

He nodded towards his room, and you practically kicked down the door and flopped onto his bed. You rolled over and sat up then, watching him as he stood at the doorway.

“I can’t believe you threatened to go to that mediocre -”

“Mage,” his voice was suddenly besides you, and you turned to see a quick flash of green before it was gone. You giggled, turning back to the door, but he was gone.

“I am insulted.” There he was again, this time to your left.

“I can do anything he can, but better,” on your right. You looked to your other side, then back. There was two of him.

“Are you impressed?” one whispered, dangerously close to your ear.

“Because you should be,” the other finished.

Your surroundings suddenly changed, it had seemed that the bed, with you still on it, had been transported to a wide open grassland. It was dark, and the moon was bright in the sky.

“It’s always been a dream of yours to make love under the night sky, right?”

“How did you -”

“I read your mind, darling.”

“Loki, I -”

“That is why you came to me, wasn’t it? So I could,” he smirked devilishly, “Impress you?”



It had seemed that way, hadn’t it?

There was only one of him now, and he stood in front of where you sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned down towards you, eyes closed -


He jumped back, frightened and confused. The illusion faded away - you were back in the Avenger’s tower.


“I just wanted to see some spells, dude. At least take me on a date before you try to get to third base, bro.”

He cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed.

“Yes, yes of course. Apologies,” he turned his head so he wouldn’t have to meet your eyes.

“It’s cool, but like…Yeah.”


jordyn casts rent on fox

just 2 make sure they don’t screw it up 


-DWSA, Speech and Debate, When We Rise

-beautiful and small and just look at him, meant 2 b mark

-angel voice

BRENDON URIE as Roger Davis 

-P!ATD, Kinky Boots

@-jakelamay already said this but hot damn i couldn’t agree more

-literally is the emo boy we all know and love


-Rent 20th

-plays collins on the 20th tour and he is The Single Greatest Person

-just so good at this role. so good. 

DAVID MERINO as Angel Dumott Schunard 

-Rent 20th

-plays angel and i s2g you haven’t lived till you’ve seen his Today 4 U

-identifies as a member of the lbgt+ community and has a great relationship on stage with Aaron Harrington


-Hamilton, The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner

-again, @jakelamay said this but SHE IS PERFECT FOR MIMI ARE YOU ACTUALLY JOKING 

-no1 else can do it. only jasmine. 

KRYSTA RODRIGUEZ as Maureen Johnson

-DWSA, Smash, The Addams Family

-we have seen her play a diva (in Smash) before and!!!! she will do it. i promise u. 

-her singing Over the Moon would be literally so funny yet so good imagine it

KEKE PALMER as Joanne Jefferson

-Cinderella, Grease Live!

-okay a litttle basic but! her singing We’re Okay!!! would be so cute and good. now imagine Tango: Maureen how literally amazing would it be. 

-good actor! like, A+++


-Hamilton, In The Heights, The Lion King


-has already played a benny let him do it once more 


ALICE LEE as the Token Asian Ensemble Member

-you know every production has one and they also play Alexi

-please give my girl this please

TRACIE THOMS as Joanne’s Mother

-idc who plays the dad

-she doesn’t have to be the seasons of love soloist or an ensemble member just give her that cameo

STEPHANIE J BLOCK as Mark’s Mother

-overall i think the parents shouldn’t be ensemble, just play these parts

-has A+ vocals and has lots of experience playing typical Overly Nervous and Jewish Mother

-this also might be because i’m on a falsettos kick rn

THE ENTIRE ENSEMBLE OF THE RENT 20th TOUR as the ensemble. please. they are so good i don’t think you get it 

ALIA HODGE as Seasons of Love Soloist

-again, the soloist in Rent 20th BUT she’s a vocal powerhouse

-i’m serious i couldn’t breathe during her solo she’s that good

thank you for listening to my ramblings 

Jealousy Shows True Feelings

Requests: “AHHHH OMG IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO DO HENRY FANFICS! i’m so excited. could you do one with henry and reader where henry gets jealous.. oof i don’t really have a plot, but i would like you to make up whatever plot you have


“Can you do an imagine with Henry Bowers where you’re close friends with Patrick so you hang with the gang a lot and Henry has a huge crush on you and gets jealous when you hang out. So one day while you’re hanging out with them you and Patrick crack an inside joke that’s kinda involves touching and when Henry sees it he flips out? Fluffy ending please?”

Pairing: Henry Bowers x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: I got out early today from school at 11:48 and I will get out at the same time tomorrow. Then on Friday I don’t have school so if you see me posting more imagines even though they’re weekdays just know that it’s because of that^ Yay!

You and Patrick were friends ever since middle school. You both were very close and people swore you two had been separated at birth. You guys thought it could be a possibility since you had plenty of things in common and got along very well. When Patrick met Henry, Victor and Blech now known today as “The Bowers Gang” in the high school that you all attended.

You thought that Patrick would leave you all alone and forget about you. The surprising thing was that when Henry approached Patrick about being apart of the gang he had also offered you a spot. You thought about it with Patrick for a couple of days and eventually you both said yes.

Now it was summer, you all were in highschool and when the five of you would go back to school you all would be sophomores. Even though you were apart of The Bowers Gang you were still the nice girl you had always been: whispering apologies to The Losers’ Club when Henry and the boys would tease and pick on them, you also picked up their books if they got dropped, helped them up if they were pushed to the ground, etc.

Due to that Henry would bully them either less or when you weren’t around. He didn’t like to see you picking up the books that he had dropped on purpose, it was more work for you. When you would do this Henry would also help you pick up the books and mumble an apology under his breathe to whichever member of The Losers’ Club that he had picked on.

When he did that they just stood still wondering what the hell had happened to the infamous Henry Bowers. It was like he was under a love spell whenever you were around. Everyone noticed it except you, you super clueless.

“Y/N I’m telling you Henry has the biggest crush on you.” Your best friend Patrick told you.

You all were currently at the park just chilling. Belch, Victor and Henry were playing soccer on the field while you and Patrick were 20 feet away on some swings just sitting on them.

“No he doesn’t that’s a lie.” You said playing with your hair.

“Y/N, Henry has had a crush on you ever since middle school. Why else do you think he let you be apart of the gang?” Patrick asked.

“Because I’m your best friend?” You replied.

“Wrong. He has liked you ever since he laid his eyes on you in sixth grade. If that wasn’t the case he would not have offered you this spot.” Patrick explained as he spun around in his swing.

“But Patrick that’s crazy!” You exclaimed.

“How? Y/N look at you, you’re my best friend but even I know you’re incredibly smart and beautiful. Everyone at school does.”

“Thank you I appreciate it but I meant it’s crazy that a guy I like finally likes me back.” You looked at Henry playing soccer for a moment before turning back to Patrick when he spoke up. “Wait YOU LIKE BOWERS?!” Patrick exclaimed.

Henry turned to look at you both from across the field stopping the game, Patrick covered his mouth as he noticed he caught Henry’s attention.

“Did you call me?” Henry yelled out putting his hands by his mouth so you could hear him.

“No keep playing.” You yelled nervously.

Henry nodded before he continued to play with the boys.

Patrick burst into laughter realizing what he had done, “Any louder dumbass.” You said annoyed.

“Sorry but wow I can’t believe it you like Henry?” Patrick asked as he sat down next to you.

“Yes yes I do but don’t say anything.” You hushed him.

“But why? You both like eachother, this is amazing!” Patrick exclaimed happily.

“I-I don’t know.” You stood up kicking the wood chips by the swingset.

“Don’t worry I won’t tell him I’ll just get him to confess his feelings to you.” Patrick winked, smirking at you.

“How are you going to do that?” You asked crossing your arms.

Right after you asked that Patrick punched you lightly causing Henry to stop playing soccer, he stared at Patrick. Anger started to bubble inside of him.

“Patrick what are you doing he looks really mad.” You said nervously.

“Start play fighting with me you’ll see.” Patrick said.

You shrugged, throwing a light punch at Patrick but he blocked it and spun you around into his chest.

“You’re crazy Patrick he’s going to be mad.” You chuckled.

“Well he’s going to be even more mad when I do this.” Patrick pretended to slap your butt. You were in front of Patrick covering him so to Henry and the other boys it actually looked like Patrick had done that.

“See what did I tell you.” Patrick said as he pointed to Henry who was walking over to you both furiously.

“That’s my cue to leave.” He continued as he ran away.

“Patrick you asswipe get back over here!” Henry exclaimed.

You grabbed Henry’s wrist causing him to turn to look at you.

“What the hell Henry what’s wrong with you? We were just messing around.” You asked confused acting like you didn’t know anything.

“You call him slapping your ass ‘messing around’ well I don’t.” Henry said angrily.

“It’s not like you’re my boyfriend!” You exclaimed.

“Yeah well maybe I should be!” Henry exclaimed.

Your faces were inches apart from each others’ all the boys smirked as they started at you both from across the field.

“W-What?” You asked.

“Y/N I-I’ve had a crush on you ever since I met you and Patrick in sixth grade. My feelings haven’t disappeared and I can’t stand to see any other guy treat you like Patrick just did right now. I really want you to be my girlfriend.” Henry confessed as he wrapped his arms around your waist,

“Oh Henry I feel the same way.”

Before Henry could say anything you smashed your lips together, the both of you melted into the kiss. The boys cheered as the say their two group members finally together.

When you finally broke apart from the kiss Henry rested his forehead against yours. He was happy that he finally had the girl he loved and wanted in his arms.

Carl Grimes// Take Me Back To The Start

Originally posted by daily-walkers

Just because that’s such a cute gif of Chandler… Take a good long look. Also this is my first Carl x Reader insert because I normally pair him off with my OC, but here you go! Please enjoy!

Requested By Anon: You and Carl were best friends when you went to school together before The Turn. When the end of the world came raining down, you sought out protection with his mother Lori because much to your displeasure, your family could not be contacted. When you grow up so close to one another in a world that has no hope.. You allow your feelings to run your heart. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

  “Hey Carl!” You cried out, laughing wildly as you kicked your legs higher and higher, causing your swing to raise further into the sky. Up. Up. Up. “Look at what I can do!” 

Carl smiled as he closed his eyes to listen to the sound of your laughter. The two of you had been best friends since Kindergarten, having grown up a block away from one another. You were never much for typical girl things- so you spent most of your time getting dirty with the child of Lori and Rick Grimes.

  “I bet I can go higher then you y/n!” He yelled victoriously, joining you on the opposite swing. Before you knew it, he was swinging back and forth in sync with you at the same height. 

Up. Up. Up. 

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Tom Holland Imagine: Broken

Summary: after getting out of a toxic relationship, you meet a very handsome boy on your train. (Loosely based off of both Yes Girl and I Can’t Breathe by Bea Miller)

A/N: sorry for being gone for so long… writers block kicked in…😤

Warnings: physical and mental abuse


I let out a sigh of relief as the train took off down the tracks. I watched as the town I once knew and loved flew passed me. I wondered what He would do when He came home from work to find me gone. I fidgeted with the strap of my duffle bag before deciding to pull out my book to help the time pass.

“Hello? Sorry to disturb you, but would you mind if I sat here?” A voice said.

I shook my head without meeting the stranger’s eye. Yes, I would prefer to be sitting by myself but considering I bought the last ticket for this train, I knew it wasn’t going to happen. I heard the stranger let out a heavy sigh as he placed his bag under his seat.

“Whatcha readin there? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Uh, it’s called Ordinary People. By Judith Guest. It’s my favorite book, I’ve read it like 10 times.”

“Huh, maybe I’ll read it sometime.”

“Oh you definitely should, its incredible.”

I finally looked up from my book to see a very handsome boy smiling at me.

“I’m Tom by the way.” He said as he extended his hand to me.

“Uh, I’m Y/N.” I said as I shook his hand.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

I blushed at his compliment and closed my book and looked back up at the him.

“So what’s bringing you to the city? And by train? Not many people go on these anymore.”

Tom smiled and looked out the window.

“Well, I do a lot of traveling. I’m always in the air and so I just wanted to see the trees for a change. And I’m staying in the city, actually. I just felt like I was going insane from only seeing buildings and angry people everywhere I went and I need some time to figure things out so I found the smallest town I could find outside of Atlanta and left for the weekend. What about you?”

“Uh, that’s a story for another time…”

“That’s alright. Let it be yours.”

“Well, your accent gives it away that you don’t live here, so why are you in America?”

“I’m an actor. Filming a movie.”

“Oh, I love movies! What movie are you filming?”

Tom let out a light laugh as he looked down and fiddled with his thumbs.

“Uh, Spider-Man, actually.”

“Wait, really!? I love Spider-Man! Are you the guy that plays him in Civil War? I haven’t gotten to see it yet but I want to so bad. See, my boyfri- ex boyfriend wouldn’t let me go see it.”

I looked down to avoid Tom’s confused face, hoping it would give him the hint to not ask any questions.

“Well, maybe I can take you to go see it sometime.”

“Uh, yeah! But if you don’t want to you don’t have to. I’m sure you’ve already seen it like 500 times…”

“Yeah, but never with a girl as beautiful as you.”

“Pft, are you kidding me? Have you seen Scarlett Johansson!?”

Before Tom could reply I heard my phone go off. I reached into my bag to pull it out and felt my heart stop.


He wasn’t supposed to be home this early.

I felt my heart drop to my stomach as I looked at His name written on the screen.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned my phone off before shoving it back in my bag.

I felt Tom’s gaze on me. I looked up and gave him a weak smile, trying to get him to drop it.

Luckily, he did.

—3 months later—

I laid on the couch, wrapped up in Tom’s arms. We started dating shortly after we met. I didn’t think I would be able to date anyone for while after what happened with Him but, Tom was different. I knew he was different because he cared.

Unlike Him. I knew He was searching for me. I had been forced to ditch my phone and buy a new one to get Him to stop calling me and leaving hurtful voicemails.

Now, 3 months later, the thoughts of Him felt like only a distant memory of a childhood nightmare.

But that quickly changed.

Tom and I were watching The Way Way Back when it happened.

First there was the pounding on the door.

“I’ll get it, love.” Tom sweetly whispered in my ear. He kissed the side of my face and got up from the couch.

I instantly missed the feeling of his arms around me. I turned my attention back to the film, thinking it was just Harrison who forgot his key again.

But then I heard it.

I heard Tom’s angelic voice asking who they were but getting cut off by a punch to the jaw.

And then His voice calling out my name.

I sat up immediately and felt my self beginning to hyperventilate.

But while I was breathing hard, it felt like there was no oxygen in my body at all.

As His figure walked into the room, I felt myself black out from fear.

I didn’t even feel Him pick me up by my hair and throw me into the glass coffee table.

I didn’t even feel the blood begin to fall from my skin from where the glass had cut it open.

I didn’t even hear Tom scream my name.

I didn’t hear Tom tackling the guy.

I didn’t hear Harrison come in and call the police.

I didn’t hear the ambulance as they asked me questions.

But I watched all of it.

I could see everything.

I could see Tom attacking Him.

I could see Tom as he stood over me, crying.

I could see his lips saying words like, “Please say something, love” or “Please don’t leave me” as tears slipped from his eyes.

I woke up hours later. I looked around and saw Tom sitting to my right, holding my hand tightly as he cried into my side.

“Tom?” I asked.

His head whipped up and let out a sigh of relief when he saw me awake. He immediately began to pepper my face with kisses and held me tightly to him.

“Thank god you’re okay. He’s gone, Y/N. They’ve locked Him up. You never have to worry about Him again. I have you and I will always protect you. I love you, Y/N. So much.”

And those words, those few words, put every little broken piece in me back together.

Help Me Get The Girl Part 9 (Grayson Mini-Series)

Description: Grayson seeks out your help to get your friend to fall for him.  In exchange for your help, Grayson promises to take care of your freshman brother when it comes to being bullied.  What you two didn’t know is that even though helping each other would ideally be beneficial, there would be a series of events that would make you two question whether this was a good deal or a disaster in the making.

Word Count: 2,835

Warnings: Language.  Light content in relation to being physically intimate.

A/N:   Here is part 9 and it will be super dramatic throughout the whole part.  It’s probably the BIGGEST turning point in this story.  I appreciate your patience with me writing this and all your support.  Receiving your asks and comments after my posting fills me with never ending joy!

This part is dedicated to @dolanwithlife for her continuous support!

Your POV:

I was now sat in the passenger seat of Grayson’s Bronco, the wind flowing between my fingers as my arm dangled out the window.  My mind was focused solely on my brother’s health and getting revenge against his assaulter.  In my peripheral vision I could see Grayson looking my way a few times, but my mind demanded that I pay no attention to him and only focus on what steps to take next with the situation at hand.  

The only thoughts I truly had were:

Find him.

Have him held accountable.

Take him to court.

Make sure he doesn’t gets away with it.


I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, but I didn’t really care, all I wanted was to get away from the situation.  The car came to a stop and I realized that we were at his house.  Standing on the front porch was Ethan with a solemn look on his face and I knew that Grayson hadn’t planned on taking me on an escape.

“You told me you would take me anywhere.” I grumbled, my eyes planted on my twiddling fingers.

He sighed, “Grace called me upset about what happened so I figured I could be there for her and E could be with you.”

“Well it’s not her fucking brother!” I slammed my fist against the door, ignoring the throbbing pain that shot through my wrist.  A thick silence filled the car as my eyes drifted in Ethan’s direction.  He stood there, eyes still trained on me and Grayson, trying to analyze what was going on.

Grayson’s hand reached for me but I slapped it away with the very little strength I had in my emotionally weak body.  My hand reached for the handle, ready to bust out of that car and childishly stomp my way into the house.

And then, I realized something.  He truly thought that this was the best plan with the given situation.  He was so invested in her than the rest of us were just bystanders with a small role in his life.  He didn’t realize that he was pushing me away and quite frankly I could tell that he was pushing Ethan away as well.

“It’s my brother.  He’s my brother.  For her to use that as an excuse to have your attention sickens me,” I sucked in a sharp breath, feeling my body begin to heat up, “Go be with her since she’s going through such a traumatic experience with my brother getting brutally beaten.”

Opening the door I slammed it loud enough for it to echo throughout the area.  I faced Ethan, all of the will power I had left in me slowly dissipating till it was no longer present.  As I stood there, seeming to be helpless, Ethan strolled towards me with his arms opening, wrapping me in his embrace as soon as he reached me.  

“Let’s go inside.” he whispered into my ear, his arm wrapping around me protectively. “We can go to my room and watch a movie or sit in silence.  You choose whatever you want.” he rubbed my back as we crossed over the threshold into their house.

Without thinking I slid myself out of his hold, turning to him with blazing eyes, “That’s what your brother said, too, and yet he drops me off like I’m nothing.  My decision is to go home.”

I turned on my heel to storm out of the house, but Ethan caught onto my wrist.  He pulled me back, knowing that I wasn’t going to fight him, but my stubbornness hadn’t faltered, “You’re my best friend and best friends don’t let each other feel alone and like they’re nothing.  I’m here, I’m present in your life, and I’m not going anywhere.  As dumb as Grayson is for doing this, I promise that he meant good by it.  He texted me saying that he was bringing you to me.  Sure, he was dumb as hell for going to Grace when this all had nothing to do with her, but he just wanted everyone to be okay.”

“I don’t care,” I snapped, “It was a shitty move and I’m over it.  They can go screw each other for all I care.  You know what?  I have an idea.” Switching roles, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him behind me up the stairs.  He reluctantly followed me, allowing me to lead him into his bedroom.

My actions were driven by anger and pain.  Nothing about my state of mind was okay.  There was a thick fog of rage blocking every path of reason and freeing the roads to regret.  What I was about to do next, would fuck up things in more ways than the obvious one.  I was digging a hole that I could never fill.

Right when we stepped into his room, I lifted my foot to kick his door closed behind me before capturing his lips with mine.  At first Ethan froze, giving me nothing, but it only took a few beats for him to respond.  He stumbled backward, his hands gripping the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head before discarding it on the floor.  I mimicked his actions, tossing his shirt on top of mine.

As he took the time to look over me as I stood before him, I let a devilish smirk make its way only my face.  It was a smile I had never used before.  This wasn’t me.  This was the hurt.

Pushing him down onto the bed, I climbed on top of him, my hands fumbling with the button of his jeans.  My lips were on his again, my teeth tugging on his bottom lip, my body begging for more–my mind not wanting me to stop.

Ethan worked his hands out of my hair, moving down my sides, his palms warming my skin.  “You’re so beautiful.” he mumbled against my lips, his hand now flat against my lower back pulling me closer to him.

Sitting up, straddling him I moved my hands up his torso feeling every ripple of his toned abdomen, “Don’t say that.” I demanded, hands now on his chest.

He held me up as he sat himself up, lowering me so that I was now sitting, legs on both sides of him, “I will never lie to you, Y/n.  You deserve to know how beautiful you are.” he moved my tangled hair out of my face.  “I need you to look at me now and listen to me.” his tone came out serious.

I shook my head, “Please, don’t.”

“I won’t let you do this to yourself, Y/n.” he lifted my chin, forcing me to connect eyes, “As much as I’d love to share this moment with you and take your pain away, I’m just can’t.  If I’m going to be intimate with you again, I want it to be what you truly want and right now… I know this isn’t what you truly want.”

My vision started to blur from the tears building up in my eyes, “E, I’m so sorry.” I sobbed, my hands covering my face in embarrassment.

“Don’t be.” he pulled my hands away before placing a light kiss on the tip of my nose.  “You weren’t thinking straight and I was right there, sometimes we act without thinking.”  He moved off of the bed, turning and lifting me off of it.  “Now,” he grunted and set me down, “How about some ice cream?”


With nothing in hand, no backpack on my shoulders and the only thing I was carrying being determination… I made my way down the freshman hall to the detention room.  When I got to the door there was no think time, no processing the repercussions, and no hesitation.  My hand twisted the knob and threw the door open.  

There he was, sitting in the corner, with only detention as a punishment for putting my brother in the hospital.  Matt Morrison.  He wore a smug smirk as he twirled his pencil with his fingers.  The way he was so confident that he wasn’t going to have anything worse than this was what pushed me over the edge.  Breaking out into a dead sprint I got to him and slammed his head against the desk.  There was a small cracking sound that told me I broke his nose against the surface.

In the background I could hear the gasps of shock and the teacher yelling at me to stop, mixing in a few threats of suspension here and there, but none of that mattered compared to what this douche bag had done to my brother.  Feeling someone tug on my arms I pushed them off, my adrenaline giving me more strength than I had anticipated.  My stopping for a short moment gave Matt the advantage, his hands shoving me back and to the ground.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted, his hands wiping the crimson liquid pouring from his nose.

“I’ll show you.” I growled standing back up and pouncing, only this time… I didn’t make it to him.  Arms wrapped around my waist, keeping me from swinging at his face with the perfect hit.  I screamed and kicked as I was carried out of the room, “YOU MOTHER FUCKER I’LL MURDER YOU!  DO YOU HEAR ME?  YOU TOUCHED MY BROTHER NOW I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP!”

I continued to scream threats and profanities the whole way out and down the hall.  I thrashed and fought against the muscled body holding me back, my mind running wild.  “Put me down you little bitch!” I screamed, attempting to pull their hands apart to let me go.

“Y/n stop.” I recognized Grayson’s voice.  “God, I knew you would do this.  I could tell by the look in your eyes when you go to school this morning.” he set me down, allowing me to turn and face him.

“Screw off, Grayson.” I tried to size him up but failed miserably.

“I just saved your ass in there!” he lectured, “Matt’s bigger than you, you would have only had the upperhand for a few more seconds!  I get the vibe that it doesn’t matter if you’re male or female; if Matt’s going to fight you, he’s going to go all out.”

“Whatever.” I snapped, looking behind me to see if anyone had followed, specifically the teacher.  “I may have needed help, but I would rather have had my ass beat than be saved by you.” my eyes narrowed in on him, my jaw clenched.

He let out a deep breath, “I know you’re upset with me and Grace but…”

I let out a humorless laugh, “I’m not upset, I’m livid.  Both of you can go screw yourselves for all I care.”

“Gray, Y/n!” I heard Grace’s voice screech from the end of the hall, followed by the clacking of her slightly heeled shoes on the floor as she approached us.

“Lovely.” I rolled my eyes, folding my arms across my chest.

“Oh my gosh, what happened?” she asked, looking at my disheveled appearance and Grayson’s dominant stance.

I sarcastically shrugged, “Oh just talkin like the buds we are.” I made my forced smile in a way where they both knew that it was fake, “Grace, how’s Theo doing?  I heard you were super upset!” I faked worry.  “Oh wait… he’s my brother, not yours!”

Her face softened as Grayson’s eyes widened, “Y/n, I didn’t mean to make it seem like…”

“Like it was all about you?” I cut her off, “Like it usually is?  Like it always has been?  Right, Grayson?  It’s always been about her, hasn’t it?” his mouth opened and closed a few times; he was speechless.

Grace reached out for me, “Y/n, calm down.  Let’s talk.”

“No!” I moved away from her attempt at consoling me, “Don’t tell me to calm down!  As my friend, you were supposed to be there for me, but instead you were using my brother as an excuse to get attention and that is disgusting.”

Grayson tried to bring the quarrel down, “Okay, let’s just take a deep-”

“Oh shut up, Grayson.” I groaned, throwing my head back.  “Honestly, you two are perfect for each other.  Your heads are so far up each other’s asses you can’t even see.” I pushed past the both of them, “Just… don’t talk to me anymore.  Stay away from me.”

“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” Grace shouted, causing me to come to an abrupt stop.  “Y/n, I love you, but you’re being unreasonable right now.  Instead of throwing a tantrum, how about you come back here and talk to me like an adult.”

“How about you go fuck Grayson and mind your own damn business.” I roared, whipping around in her direction.

“Y/N, THAT’S ENOUGH!” Grayson boomed.

“No surprise, someone swooping in to save Grace.  For the first time ever, it’s not me!” sarcasm dripped from my voice.

Leaving Grace behind, he sped past her, grabbed my forearm and drug me behind him.  I glared in Grace’s direction and flipped her the bird until I could no longer see her.  My feet banged heavily against the floor as I tried to keep up with him, allowing him to drag me around like a dog.  

Once he reached his Bronco, he ripped open the passenger’s side door, lifting me into it knowing that I would attempt to walk away if he didn’t.  After slamming the door shut, he climbed in on his side and started to drive us away from the school.

He began to scold me like I was a child, “First you break Matt’s nose, second you’re screaming profanities at the top of your lungs, and then you’re fighting with your best friend!  I know you’re upset, but you can’t go around acting like that.”

Ignoring him, I stared out the window the whole drive, not acknowledging him once.  Pulling onto a gravel road he drove for a few minutes before finally reaching his selected destination.  He got out of the car and began to walk away.  Curiosity getting the best of me I got out as well, anger still pulsating throughout my veins.

I took in my surroundings “Why are we at your family’s cabin?” I whined, following him to the porch.

Grayson went over to the window sill, lifted up a loose piece of wooden framing, and pulled out a key, “You wanted to get away, so I’m helping you get away.” he mumbled, unlocking the door.  Upon entering, he ran his hand through his hair and turned to me, “Is this what you wanted?” he threw his arms out.

“What do you mean what I wanted?” confusion was written across my face as I shut the door behind me.

“For us to be like this?  For everything to be messed up?  Look at what this stupid deal did to us!  Look at what it did to your friendship with Grace!” he dropped his arms.  “I know about you and Ethan last night!  How you let your emotions get the best of you; what happened in his room. He’s my brother, he tells me things.”  I cast my eyes to the ground in shame.  “I know that it wasn’t intentional and you weren’t in the right state of mind, but don’t take it out on Ethan or Grace.  This is about you and me.  Take it out on me.”

He dropped his physical and emotion guards and left himself open to me.  Gladly taking the invitation I stepped forward, “We did mess this up.  I hate it.” I slammed my fist against his chest.

“I hate that my brother got attacked.”


“I hate that I used Ethan and he forgave me for it.”


“I hate that I’m so angry with Grace.”


“I hate that I hurt someone today even though he deserved it!”


“And I hate that I let myself become this person.  I HATE THE PERSON I AM RIGHT NOW!”

With one last bang on his chest I broke down into tears.  My lips tightened as the aching in my throat started to make its appearance.  My hands covered my eyes to hide my humiliation as I leaned my forehead against his chest.  He pulled me into a tight hug letting my tears soak his shirt.

“I fucked up, Y/n and I’m sorry.” he spoke into my hair, “I’m so sorry.  Tell me what I can do to help you.”

“Distract me.” I begged.  He pulled away and looked me in the eyes, holding my gaze for a beat before leaning in and brushing his lips against mine.  “You realize I just kissed your brother yesterday, right?” I said, our lips still making feather like movements against each other.

“Yes, but the difference is…” he pulled me even closer, “You won’t be doing this to use me.  This has always been so much more than that.” and this time when he leaned in, he fully closed the gap.


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Green With Envy- Chapter One

Bruce Banner x Daughter! Reader and Peter Parker x Reader 

Summary-You and your little brother Wyatt have been living on your own since your mother ran out on you two years ago. You hadn’t seen your father since you were 10 and now 7 years later he shows up on your door step asking for your help. Him and the avengers need a place to lay low for a while. Everyone is shocked to meet you and your brother. They never expected Bruce to have kids. Let alone enhanced ones

Message- Here’s the first chapter for Green With Envy! Sorry if it sucks!!!

Warning- Mentions of child abandonment and a drug addicted mom.

Word Count-1300

“Shit, shit! This is bad!! We need to find a place to lay low for a while.” Tony says while he flies the quinjet. “Does anyone other than Clint have a secret family we can stay with for a while?” Tony jokes and everyone but Bruce laughs. Bruce sighs.

“Yeah, move over, Tony. I have a place.” Bruce says.

“Wait! You have a secret family?” Nat shouts.

“Yep.” Bruce mumbles. All of the other Avengers stare at him in shock and Bruce does his best to ignore it. After a couple hours of flying Bruce starts to land the plane. They all look out the window and they see a young woman with green hair standing in the field beside the house. “You guys should stay here, this might get ugly.”

“She looks a little young to be your wife.” Clint says.

“What!? No! She’s my 17 year old daughter!” Then Bruce takes a deep breath and walks out of the quinjet.

“What the fuck are you doing here!? You abandoned us 7 years ago! You have no right coming back! Me and Wyatt have been doing just fine without you!!” You scream.

“What do you mean you and Wyatt? Where’s your mother?” your father asks looking concerned. He hadn’t wanted to leave but you mother had kicked him out about a month after Wyatt was born.

“She left two years ago, the visions became too much for her to deal with so she started to do drugs to block them out. One day I woke up and found a note saying she couldn’t handle it anymore. She said she couldn’t be our mom anymore. Fury has been taking care of us since. He tried to find you but after Ultron you fell off the map. But I told him you didn’t have any interest in us anyway.” You sneer.

“Your mother kicked me out, Y/N. I didn’t have a choice!” You can see his skin ripple green. Good. That’s what you really wanted. You needed to have a few words with Hulk. Then you see the Avenger come running. They must have seen your father start to get angry. But you can’t let the interrupt so you use your powers and surround you and your father in a green dome.

“You abandoned us!” you shriek! “I haven’t seen you since I was 10, Wyatt was what a month old when you left!”

“I wasn’t safe to be around! I could have hurt you or Wyatt!”

“I can take care of myself.” You yell back, you lift your open hand up towards him and you shoot a bolt of energy into your Dad. Then you close use your telekinesis to throw him against the dome wall. You are vaguely aware of the Avengers banging against the dome. Trying to tell you to stop. “I want to talk to him. So stop trying to keep him away!” you scream.

“He’ll hurt you!” Your dad yells back.

“No, he won’t! He’s always protected me!”

“Fine!” then your Dad starts to grow and turn green, eventually the person standing in front of you isn’t your father, it the Hulk. You look at his face and instead of anger you saw shame.

“You let him leave! You promised me that you wouldn’t let him! I trusted you!” You scream as you shoot bolts at him. He just stands there and takes it. “Everything that’s wrong with my life is your fault! You took my dad away from me! You’re the reason I’m a freak! You’re the reason mom left! Wyatt doesn’t even know the two of you!”


“So you can talk, that’s new.” You said as you looked over to the Avengers. Vision was currently trying to phase through your dome. “I think I’m giving your team a heart attack. Just so you know I don’t forgive you-yet. You have a lot of trust to earn back, and so does Dad.” Hulk grunts in agreement. “Wyatt’s inside, if you give dad back his body, I’ll introduce them.” Hulk grunts again and he starts to shrink down until your dad is standing in front of you. “I know mom kicked you out and I know you stayed away to protect us. I wish you hadn’t but we can’t change the past. Just know that if you ever do something that stupid again, I will never forgive you.”

“D-did your Mom give you and Wyatt the letter I sent?”

“No, I found them when she left.” Your dad nods like he expected this.

“Is Wyatt gifted?”

“Yeah, he kind of takes after Mom. But not as intense, he goes into this trance and his eyes go white, then he draws an image of the future. When he snaps out of it he has no memory of it happening. I should probably drop the dome and let your friends in.” You say looking over at the Avengers. They’re a little calmer now that the big guy was gone, but they were looking at you warily.

“That would probably be for the best. How did you know that we were coming?” your dad asks.

“Wyatt drew it yesterday. He’s excited to meet you, he’s just as smart as the two of us, maybe even a little smarter.” You say grinning at your Dad. Then you bring the dome down and the avengers come running. That’s when you notice him, Spiderman. He’s wearing the suit but not the mask and you realize that he’s your age. “You have a teenager on the Avengers?” you ask your Dad and he shrugs. “You guys can follow me into the house, I saw what happened on the news. You guys are here to law low, right?” They all nod and you turn and start walking back to your house. When you get in you see your brother painting on the wall. “Fuck.” You whisper as you run over to him. His eyes are white and unfocused as he uses his fingers to smear the paint around. You know better than to try to break the trance so you keep the Avengers away from him. Then you see Fury walk in. “When did he-“

“A couple minutes after you went outside.” Fury’s says cutting you off. You look at the painting and you see that it’s the world literally crumbling apart.

“That’s a pretty disturbing image for a seven year old to be drawing. Are any of the three of you going to stop him?” Tony Stark asks.

“No, it’s not him and he can’t control it. He’s enhanced, he draws future possibilities. It’s dangerous to try to snap him out of it.” You murmur. “What the hell have you guys gotten yourselves into?”

“How do you know that the painting has anything to do with us?” Natasha asks.

“Just a feeling.” You say as you watch your brother paint. After about 10 minutes his little body sags in exhaustion. You walk over to him and pull him into a hug. “Dad’s here and he brought the Avengers. They would all really like to meet you.” You whisper into Wyatt’s ear. He looks over to where they are all standing and he starts to smile a little.

“Can I meet them after sleep? I’m real tired, Sissy.” Wyatt mumbles.

“Sure, you earned a nap. You pained a real big painting.” Wyatt then starts to stumble towards his room. Fury follows him to make sure he gets into bed safely and you turn to the Avengers. “I’m sure you all have question.” After you say that everyone starts talking at once. You sigh and sit at the kitchen table. This was going to be a long day.

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hidden identities [iii]

hidden identities: part i // part ii

pairing: peter parker x superhero!f!reader
word count: 1.9k
warnings: violence, blood mention, prolly swearing let’s be real, sm:h spoiler (that scene under the bridge w childish gambino)
summary: reader is one of peter’s best friends and has so far successfully hidden the fact that she’s a butt-kicking superhero by night until she finds herself fighting side-by-side with spider-man and getting a little injured.

dedicated to: a v v kind anon!
“Duuuuuuude hidden identities is so good???!???!?!??!!!!! Like phew, they way you write Peter is so in character!!! I’m loving it and I’m so excited for part 3 😄💙💜 “

a/n: honestly, you guys are such kind readers! agh! anyway, here’s part 3. I left it so that I could do a part 4, so message me if you want one! otherwise i’ll probably leave it here folks ;) 

Originally posted by hardyness

You only lived a couple blocks away from Liz, so you decided to walk the quiet roads to get there. Unfortunately, you miscalculated how fast you could walk and therefore how fast you could get there. 

So now you were running a little bit later than fashionably late to Liz’s party.

You had your suit tucked away in a small bag. You’d been horrified of the idea of you being unprepared in a event when you were needed and so in the end, decided that you’d bring it along.

It was your last intentions to actually put the suit to use, especially as you’d wanted to enjoy this party. Not just for Peter but for you. You were tired. The clash of school and heroism straight after school finally taking a toll on you.

However, as you rounded the corner, you realized that they—whichever star-lord was out there in the galaxy watching over your fortunes—were not about to give you a break.

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Mine Alone ✷ Oh Sehun

Genre: Smut

Warning: graphic sex, overstimulation, stalker/idol


During interviews and shows, your manager had ordered you to answer all date-related questions with «I would date anyone, really, even my fans» yet your real life was padded with instances of him steering male stars away from you. To keep your innocent reputation, to make you desirable and available in the eyes of your fan base. And you’d complied, in the rise of your career, when the path you walked felt narrow and dangerous, vulnerable to paparazzi and other privacy-infringing media workers of that ilk.

So why, now that you knew the finest strings of the industry and had climbed at its top, why in all the heavens, why were you bent over the couch, permitting a stalker to dick you down into the cushions?

Your first stalker shared classes with you and had loved you before you’d starred in a movie. He offered you heart-shaped chocolates and roses all year long, but past graduation he pursued his studies in law and forgot about you. The next few sasaengs jumbled around your mind like spikes, painful yet bearable, gifting you camera-infested teddy bears and their phone numbers for you to call. Then a letter came along in the mailbox before your house, blue ink on yellow paper, a stain of coffee in the corner.

«Thank you for working so hard for us fans. I hope you become Korea’s number 1. Please don’t forget to take care of yourself. Fighting! ᴏsн»

Your fists crinkled the message in shock. Someone knew where you lived, and that someone was a fan — God knows how crazy. The next day, a bouquet of roses and violets rested on the threshold. You examined it for any bug, natural or otherwise, and found another paper attached to a flower’s stem.

«You looked awesome in this episode of Boyfriend For Rent. Your eyes are very tired though, please get some sleep. Fighting! ᴏsн»

That stalker grew on you like ivy. You stopped scrutinising his gifts and displayed them on each surface, wearing the jewellery he sent you and wondering what ᴏsн referred to. He evolved to a daily encounter, as certain as the sunrise in your schedule, something you couldn’t bear to see disappear. The media had a different eye on it. They saw opportunities, scandals in the making, so you’d crash and burn and fill their plates with your shattered fame.

You hauled yourself in your house after a thirty-two-hour day of nonstop working, filming this, attending that, shooting pictures for whatever magazine. The usual flowers weren’t wilting on your doorstep, and for the first time in months you decided to wait for ᴏsн, staring through the peephole for his arrival. You needed a distraction from your job, to break your chains and live a little — meet that fan, talk to him. Make a friend. Who could know?

A young man walked up with unbalanced steps and wary glances, fingers tapping on a bouquet as he put it down. Your door flew open, and he gaped in panic. His cheeks ruddied up with the sudden shame of getting caught red-handed, blabbering out excuses you cut off with a gesture of your hand.

“Calm down and just come in. I’m not calling the cops, little sasaeng.”

You glanced back to admire his features as he observed the interior design someone else had picked out from a catalogue. Cute enough to be a fellow star, you pouted, pity he settled to stanning you. You would’ve killed to shoot a drama with him, his kissably plush lips glistening under the halogen bulbs that hung low from the ceiling. He rested the lilies beside a vase of camellias, a smile at the consideration you gave his presents.

You wiped a script and a modelling contract off from the table spot you wanted to sit on, dangling your legs childishly before beckoning the boy towards you. He blinked, petrified for a second, then gladly obliged, his hands automatically resting on either side of you. He pulled them away as soon as he realised how close he’d gotten, which got a giggle out of you.

“So, O.S.H, are you happy to be here?”

He bit on his lower lip, an offense against your untainted soul, stammering. “Oh, well, uh, yes, of course, I mean — how could I not? I just didn’t think… I assumed… I shouldn’t be here…”

You interrupted his rambling with a wave of your hand, leaving him gazing at you like a puppy in training that didn’t understand what the orders meant. In spite of his godly looks, he lacked the confidence to entertain you after your boring day. A smirk grew on your face with the idea in your mind, worrying the poor boy.

“If you give me answers I like, I’ll do something nice for you. Deal?” Tone sultry and eyes hooded, you hooked your ankles behind his knees, inching him closer, to hint at what your something nice was.

His breath stopped then sped up to shallow intakes, mimicking his racing heart. He nodded tentatively, his arms propping him up around you to keep him from falling. You grinned.

“All right.” Your voice dripped like poison, chilling him. “What does OSH stand for?”

“Oh — Oh Sehun, it’s my name.” He gulped down the lump in his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

You shook your head in consideration, lips pursed, then cupped his face between delicate fingers and kissed the corner of his lips. As you pulled away, he tried to follow your movement and prolong the touch, but your hand on his chest held him back.

“Now, how do you know where I live?”

His cheeks turned a gleaming red as he averted his gaze, fumbling for a sentence before explaining: “I just live a block further and saw you walking home… I didn’t stalk you, I swear.”

He locked his eyes on yours, sincere and anticipating your reaction — whether you would approve of him or kick him out. You almost laughed at his innocence; he had no idea that as of now, there was no chance of you chasing him away before you had released all your pent-up stress.

“Good, good.” Your lips grazed his skin as you said it, trailing down his jaw to his neck with soft tickles, breath quickening when he dug his fingers in the bare flesh of your waist, creases under his forceful nails.

“What, turned on already?” You smacked his hands off, resuming your questions. “Anyway, how old are you?”

“Twenty-three.” He groaned out in frustration, trying to grab you again only to have his effort slapped away. Your lips rose as you let your jacket fall, baring your collar bones and shoulders, Sehun’s tongue darting out at the sight.

“What made you like me?”

He shut his eyes, the urge to touch you evident in his twitching fingers, thinking long enough to make you cock your head in curiosity.

“I’d say… Since your second movie. The first made me want to keep an eye out for you, and the second sealed the deal. Even as a young teen, you were wonderful on screen.”

You smiled, guilty for using him as an outlet for tensions when he genuinely liked you so much. “Thank you, Oh Sehun. It means a lot.”

You kissed him, and he kissed back with a passion you never received from other actors — he pulled you closer and deepened the contact as you gasped at the new sensation, his tongue lapping over yours. You mingled together and sucked on his lower lip as you left it with a pop. The glisten of saliva dripping down his chin taunted you to trap yourself in him again.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, securing him against you. His skin boiled yours, dark eyes staring into an abyss, touch too much to calm down.

“Sehun… How do you think of me?”

His hands slid under your crop top, thumbing the gaps between your ribs from forced diets to remain attractive, making you moan as he ground against you.

“I want you, Y/N, I want to have you for myself. I want to see you be mine and mine alone.”

You tangled your fingers in his black hair, craning his head to meet your mouth once again.

“Then show me. Show me everything you want to do to me so I’ll be yours and no one else’s.”

And that brought you to the sofa in your living room, a floor-to-ceiling window exposing the luminous city night life, the black TV screen reflecting your bent form and Sehun behind you. Your shorts pooled around your right ankle, your top pushed up by his hands on your breasts.

You moaned out noises you’d never heard from your chest as he kneaded the nervous flesh, sensitive to every push, your body thrashing in pleasure as he pinched your nipples. He ground against your naked ass, and you moved back with him, frustrated by the fabric of his clothes in your way.

“Yah, why don’t you — ah! — take off your clot—” The end of the word drowned in mewls when Sehun trailed a hand from your breast to your core.

He circled your clit, teased it with gentle pushes then rough rubs. Your hips bucked instinctively against his touch, seeking more friction as you groaned disjointed orders to touch you. His hand slid further down, his palm pressing your nerves as his fingers wandered your wet folds. His foot curved around yours to spread your legs wider, dipping into your shape.

He moulded you against him, his touch deepening into your core. You gasped as he thrusted his fingers in and out, forcing your walls to open up under their scissoring pression. The heat twisted in your guts, moans blurting out against your will.

And suddenly his warmth was gone.

You cried out for him to return, answered by the shuffling of fabric and a metallic rattle on the floor. His image in the television offered you the sight of his nude body, hands pinning your hips in place and member throbbing to be in you.

“This might hurt.” He warned, and you nodded, grinding up against him to show agreement.

The first thrust shot pain throughout your being, fists balling on a cushion, a groan seeping between your teeth. He eased your tense muscles with soft squeezes, from your ass to your neck. The blood stopped circulating and for a second you couldn’t feel the pain, just a fleeting bliss as your mouth fell open to free a mewl.

Sehun rammed in and out, in and out, transforming your moans in screams, his name shouted at deafening decibels, mixed in with begs to either spare you or finish you.

Your idol life had never allowed you to indulge in this sort of pleasure, and now it hit you like a meteor, like a divine punishment, paradisiac and ecstatic. You couldn’t let it go anymore. Sehun’s hips clacked against your butt as he kept thrusting harshly, nails scraping your sides. Your manager wouldn’t be happy — but screw your manager, you wanted Sehun to fuck you senseless.

And he did that perfectly.

The flames licking within your core ignited to a incendiary disaster, destroying you from the inside out. It burned tighter as Sehun hit deeper, and soon you found yourself unable to bear it.

“Se — Sehun, I — ah, Sehun, I’m —” you mouthed words you didn’t know, ignorant as to what exactly could be happening now. The pleasure shattered up your mind.

“Shh, sweetie, it’s for you. Enjoy it.”

Your lungs ached from the screaming, yet as Sehun thrusted into you again, you couldn’t help the tear breaking from you. It boomed in the house, maybe even heard by the neighbours, and died as soon as it existed, agonising in whimpers and wails.

Sehun didn’t stop. The wetness rivered down your legs and cheeks, and he didn’t stop. You bit the linen cushions until you bled, hands haphazardly reaching for him. He entwined his fingers with yours, soothing the inside of the wrist, murmuring.

“You deserve more than I can give you, but this is just a start, okay?”

He crammed you to the brim, shoving your comfort away for raw pleasure. You could feel your career falling apart at the same time as your physical satisfaction grew to touch the heavens. Sehun’s thrust picked up into a series of quick lurches, making you gasp out as your high crashed down on you again.

“Oh — fuck, Sehun, ah…”

A brisk gust chilled your boiling body when he pulled away, his half-hard cock settling down. His hands trailed along your spine, aiding you to sit and wrap a quilt over yourself. He cinched his pants back on, a sad glint in his eyes and drooping brows, and headed towards the door. Although dizzy from his grandiose treatment, you extended a grabby hand and called out for him.

“Yah! Oh Sehun, where are you going?”

He barely slowed down, not turning to face you, which made you frown in a mix of worry and disappointment.

“You just wanted a goof fuck, right? I’m going home.” He ruffled his hair like it was before, grumbling. “I shouldn’t have given in so — fuck.”

“Nonsense.” You whined for his presence. “Come back here, I want you with me. I’m convinced, please stay at least until tomorrow. Then we can talk.”

“Really?” His hopeful whisper brought a smile to your face. You stood to face him.

“Yes, really. Now let’s go to my room and sleep properly.”