i would watch them sleep even

Nessian’s Kids Headcanons

I know this is unexpected from me because I was vehemently against any pregnancies/baby faes for any of the ships in ACOWAR but I am okay with them having kids waaaaay way down the line. Anyway, I don’t remember how this happened but Sarah @nessiansmut and I came up with a few headcanons of Azriel and Elain babysitting Nessian’s kids so here we go:

  • The inner circle would do the ‘not it’ thing whenever nessian need a babysitter. no one would be able to keep those kids in line
  • Elain would volunteer as a last resort 'how bad can it be?’
  • Azriel agrees to help because Elain convinces him he could probably help keep the kids entertained with his shadows
  • one hour in they’re missing one child, one’s running around naked and another’s pulling at Azriel’s wings trying to get him to spread them wide so they can see them
  • just imagine loud curly headed children running around everywhere
  • even azriel’s shadows wouldn’t be a match for them. Elain would be frantically screaming at him to find the missing kid and he’d just be like 'I’VE GOT NOTHING! IT’S LIKED THEY DROPPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH!’
  • I thought fae children were supposed to be rare where do they keep coming from????
    From your damn sister who apparently spends all her time “training” doing something else entirely
    Someone needs to stop them before they make a small army
  • The naked kid is pulling out all these random weapons and Elain is just horrified. “Do they not baby proof?!?” (Cass would be offended to hear that: 'that is baby proof! the blade’s shorter than 20cm!’ )
  • Azriel would be begging and pleading for Rhys to use his daemati power to convince the kids to calm down “But you’re High Lord surely you can get them to stop moving.”
  • one of the kids would be grinning really wide but his teeth have a blue glow and Az sees and he’s like 'Spit out the Syphon! Geez, how and when did you even get that?’ (SOMEONE PLEASE DRAW THIS)
  • a completely dishevelled Elain would be furiously whispering to Az “Just knock them out! Not too hard. Nobody has to know. It’s the only way to get them to sleep and we can get a break. Please”
  • Azriel trying to change diapers having to use his shadows to stop the kid from squirming around
  • one of the babies is that type of kid who just doesn’t stop asking questions. “Are your wings bigger than daddy’s? Do you sleep upside down like a bat? Why are yours blue?”
  • the only reason nessian needed a babysitter was to go to the cabin in the illyrian mountains and have sex for a few hours.  
  • Nesta: I have a meeting with the humans. Emissary business he’s coming for protection.
    Elain: *mutters under breath* the only protection he needs to provide is of the contraceptive kind
    Azriel: emissary business my ass.
  • imagine Az with a baby hanging onto his back for dear life and nibbling at his wing while he’s trying to find his pacifier “Elain it bit me” “Azriel they have names…" 
  • “I fought Hybern. Twice. I survived my brothers. This this is too much.“
  • They find a 4th kid just sitting in the kitchen completely still. they’d look outside into the living room muttering "1…2…3…” they turn and look into the kitchen “4?…” “I thought they only had 3.” “So did I.”
  • after they realise that two of them are twins Elain would be running around yelling 'WHO ARE YOU?! WHERE’S THE SECOND YOU?!’
  • Nesta then lets them know that they won’t make it home in time and they need them to babysit the kids overnight  “What do you mean you’re running late and watch them for 3 hours is now over night? What do we feed them? Do they sleep?” 
  • eventually Nesta and Cass would come back and Az would be passed out on the couch with a baby cradled in the crook of his wing on the floor, the baby’s nappy not even secured properly. Elain would be sleeping upstairs with her head on the toilet seat with two more kids sleeping in a nest of blankets in the bathtub and the fourth kid would be in the kitchen stuffing his face with marshmallows and grinning at them when they come home
  • They wouldn’t even blink, though. Cass would just pick the kid up when he makes grabby hands at him and goes 'DADA!’ and he’d be like 'Heeeey buddy… did you give auntie Elain and uncle Az a hard time?’ and the kid would nod and he’d be like 'good job!’ and fist bump his little fist. Nesta would go upstairs to wake Elain up and thank her
  • Elain would wake up and the first thing she says is  “I swear to god, Nesta if you have any more kids not even your death powers will save you from my rage” or “I’d rather be thrown in the cauldron again than babysit these monsters again.”

BONUS Headcanons:

  • Nesta and Cassian have 4 kids: the oldest is a girl, the twins and the youngest are boys
  • They name the girl after Cassian’s mother
  • the twin who always disappears has Nesta’s personality and he always just hides somewhere and reads

My favorite otayuri headcanon is Yuri “Has Zero Chill and Also Doesn’t Know How Friendship Works” Plisetsky believing every coupley thing he and Otabek do is “ because they’re friends.”

Like, Otabek’s like, why are you putting another straw in my smoothie and Yuri’s like YOU WON’T DRINK OUT OF THE SAME CUP AS ME AT THE SAME TIME? AND YOU CALL YOURSELF MY FRIEND??

Otayuri are holding hands. “Why wouldn’t I hold his hand when he’s my friend??”

Yuri sitting on Otabek’s lap in first class. Flight attendant is like um, we’re in turbulence, you need to return to your seat. “WE HAVE TO WATCH THE MOVIE TOGETHER BECAUSE WE’RE FRIENDS.”

I’m talking like, the two of them could be sharing a one-bedroom apartment, sleeping in the same bed every night, and Yuri would still think it’s “because he has a friend.”

And Otabek thinks it’s so cute that he doesn’t even point it out until they’re like, engaged or something

dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞
❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞
❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞
❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞
❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞
❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞
❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞
❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞
❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞
❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞
❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞
❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞
❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞
❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞
❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞
❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞
❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞
❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞
❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞
❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞
❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞
❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞
❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞
❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞
❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞
❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞
❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞
❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞
❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞
❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞
❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞
❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞
❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞
❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞
❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞
❝ well, shit. ❞
❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞
❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞
❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞
❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞
❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞ 
❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞
❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞
❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞
❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞
❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞
❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞
❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞
❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞
❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞
❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞
❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞ 
❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞
❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞
❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞
❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞
❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞
❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞
❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞
❝ did i stutter ? ❞
❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞
❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞
❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞
❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞
❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞
❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞
❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞
❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞
❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞
❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞
❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞
❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞
❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞
❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞
❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞
❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞
❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞
❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞
❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞
❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞
❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

cuddling with tom / headcanon

Originally posted by lancessara

→ word count: 469

→ warnings: extreme fluff

→  masterlist 

  • this angel is such a  s o f t i e 
  • i swear
  • he’d always have some kind of physical touch on you
  • wether his hands are on your waist
  • your back
  • sides
  • in your hair
  • or if he’s cupping your cheeks
  • he’s always touching you
  • you’d wake up to an arm around your waist
  • and his head resting on your shoulder
  • he’d press light kisses to your jaw, trying to wake you up because he just wants to cuddle
  • “tom, why do you always wake me up?”
  • “i just want to cuddle with you, love.”
  • he’d nibble on you ear lightly
  • and when you would finally crack, you’d roll over and wrap your arms around his neck, slinging an arm around his torso as he gently rolls onto his back
  • but other times, he’d be the one on top of you
  • for instance, you guys are laying in bed
  • his head would be resting on your stomach
  • his body between your legs
  • and you’d play with his hair as the two of you watched tv, or played on your phones
  • other times, his head would be laying gently on your boobs
  • and you’d have to tell him that your boobs are not his personal pillow
  • “but i’m so comfortable.”
  • “okay, but my boobs are squished and i’m not enjoying it.”
  • sometimes, you’d lay your head on his chest
  • and listen to his heartbeat as the two of you stayed there
  • and the way his voice hummed through his chest as the two of you talked about anything and everything
  • most of the conversations having to do with weird topics
  • “okay, but could we actually live on Mars?”
  • “i mean, i guess we could?”
  • but most of the time, you guys are watching a movie
  • and rainy day cuddles
  • oh
  • my
  • god
  • they’re the best
  • b e s t 
  • it could be 20 degrees outside
  • the two of you laying in bed (or on the couch) 
  • the blankets thrown over the two of you
  • he’d have his face in your neck as he fluttered his eyes shut before snapping them open, trying not to fall asleep
  • “babe, go ahead, you can sleep.”
  • “but i want to spend as much time with you as i can.”
  • this would warm your heart, but you insisted he’d sleep since he’s had a stressful couple days on set
  • idk if you’d even call this next one cuddling but whatever, it’s adorable
  • you’d straddle his lap and run your fingers gently among his face
  • you’d trace his lips before he places a kiss gently onto your finger
  • “i love you so much, darling.”
  • “and i love you more, tom.”
  • endless kisses on your face
  • but you’re not complaining
  • but tbh, who would?
  • someone find me a tom holland, dammit.

tagged: @potterhead1265 @tmrhollandkay ( sorry if i forgot you!) 


I don’t see a lot of people talking about aliens vs Earthquakes.

I know some people have takes about tornados and stuff but as a Cali kid living by the fault with friends in other states it is sort of funny when there is like a minor earthquake and shit in my room moves but I am like
’…… is my dad walking around the house? Or was that an earthquake’ and once I deduce it was and I tell my friends they are very confused and concerned and I am just like :I I mean it couldn’t be worst the. The San Fran earthquake and a few friends know what I am talking about and others are confused

Then again I wouldn’t know any significant tornados or hurricanes of a specific area so they have no fault.

But just imagine aliens and a human crew going to a planet and staying on it. And there is a small quake in the ground. Just something natural no bugs or things underground just tectonic plates and faults and stuff.

But the aliens and even a few of the humans jump, but then yo have humans that lived near faults not even processing that it was that bad of a shake.

One of them was like ‘that was barely a .3’

The aliens and the other humans who have never really experianced an earthquake just sort of watch and the humans are first to recover. Because yea a .3 isn’t that bad.

They continue on after reassuring the humans

Though the irony is i even giggle during some quakes.

They don’t happen often yea but when they do I giggle when my bed shakes. Sometimes I sleep through them.

Then I hear stories that humans use to MEASURE how bad an earthquake was depending on how someone felt and I can’t help but laugh because it would be an actually very small one like one where it wouldn’t even push things off shelves and people who never experienced earthquakes are just 'IT WAS THE WORST THING EVER’ and you have others that were like 'there…. was…. an earthquake??? I think I felt that??? Maybe??? When??? Oh! That was an earthquake? Well shit. That explains it’

And I just can’t help but laugh

Then thinking about how humans on planets that shake some are like fine and chill and others are flipping their shit and you just have the confused aliens.

The Passive Observer

I am but a passive observer. I do not interfere, I find joy just from watching people.

You moved into this house I dwell in about over a year ago. You came in, professional movers following behind you, eyes bright and cheeks high in a smile. You seemed like you were ready to wrestle a bear and win. You started barking orders to the movers where to put your furniture and which decoration goes where. I watched from the shadows, despite having the ability to appear invisible to human eyes (hiding in the shadows uses less energy for me), and studied all the new stuff you brought in with you. What they were made of, estimating their age, and how much heart was put into making said object, I saw them all.

It would appear that you moved alone, for I saw no one else moving in with you. Your first house, congratulations. I am glad that you chose this old little house; I tried to keep it well-maintained while no one was living in it. You started your early days in this house with a lot of vigor and passion, you were so ready to make a future that you will be proud of, I heard you talk to yourself about your future plans and in silence, I wished you the best of luck.

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Dating Jughead Jones would include:

Originally posted by phebobuffay

• stealing his beanie and him hating it every single time

• “You know, I do need that.”

• “but my head is cold.”

• him showing you his writing and asking for your opinion, especially when he’s stuck

• spending hours and hours at Pop’s with him, helping with Blue and Gold stuff, even though you aren’t technically a part of it

• letting him steal the cherry from your milkshake even though you love them

• stealing fries off his plate as your twisted revenge

• “Hey! Fries are off limits!”

• “I’m paying for both of us!”

• him being slightly possessive over you and you loving it completely

• helping him when he has no where to stay

• he takes a while to open up but after that he confides in you with everything

• literally

e v e r y t h i n g

• from his emotional issues to his mildly unconventional sexual fantasies

• helping him play out those fantasies

• sticking by him when he joins the Serpents

• also secretly loving the dangerous side that comes out in him because of that

• staying with him all the time when his south side host family let’s him stay at FP’s empty place (which is often)

• stealing his Serpents jacket

• he doesn’t hate that at all, in fact it’s one of his favourite things to come home to

• “Hey babe, I’ll be home in an hour.”

• “That’s so long though!”

• “Put on the jacket and I might make it back in 45 minutes.”

• “That’s literally all I’m wearing.”

• “… I’m coming home now.”

• going with him to see FP every week at least once

• FP l o v i n g you and insisting Jug at least introduce you to the Serpents

• he does, proudly, and they all welcome you with open arms

• going to visit him at Southside High whenever possible

• he gets more and more open with PDA the longer you’re together, even more so when someones making eyes at you

• him standing in the hallway when you’re in the shower because you sing when you shower and he loves your voice

• watching movies you hate all the time because you know how much he loves them

• gentle, sweet kisses in the morning and right after you sleep together

• him constantly making sure you’re comfortable

• “Forsythe Pendleton Jones The Third!”

• “what did I do now?!”

• hanging out with the gang and constantly being asked about your intimate details

• “okay, but who takes charge?”

• “why would we tell you th-”

• “Jug does.”

• he pretends he hates it but you don’t miss the little smirk on his face when you brag and gush about him

• him never being afraid to cry in front of you

• texting snail emojis back and forth when you aren’t together just to make sure each other is okay

• “why did we choose snails?”

• “because it takes you six years to text back”

• *three hours later* “oh yeah”

• “you did that on purpose”

• not saying ‘I love you’ often but meaning it so deeply when you do

• feeling safe

• making him feel safe

• being his family

When A Rival Gang Kidnaps You

(Little bit of a trigger warning so beware. To others, enjoy!) ~Kim Namjoon~

Being the Mafia Boss of Bangtan, Namjoon would be the angriest. He wouldn’t show it around the others, but as was his blood was boiling at the thought of those bastards hurting you, his sanity would dwindle. Namjoon kept glancing at the framed photo of you on his desk.

He was tense all over and couldn’t sleep without your warm body next to him at night. It might be pathetic to some, but your pillow still held a scent that was completely you. Namjoon would bury his face in the fabric and let angry tears drop onto the cushioned fabric.

His next move was to bring out each and every gun he owned. Namjoon would carefully clean them and thinking about how satisfying it would be to watch his enemies skulls crack with each shot.

“I swear Y/n, I’ll get you back. Even if I have to kill every last one of those fuckers to do it.”

~Kim Seokjin~

Jin would be ready to fight everyone and anybody with how tense he had become. Being the Designated Driver, it was his responsibility to get you in the van and to safety. He had watched with his own  eyes as two masked men dragged you away from the van. Jin could still hear your nails digging into the siding of the van as they dragged you away.

Jin had went to Namjoon multiple times, begging his boss to let him try a quick rescue plan. Namjoon shot down each and every time, trying to reason with him. Jin would just close his mouth tightly and shake his head in disapproval.

Sometimes he would disappear and just drive around in the van, trying to get his mind off of you and focus on trying to get you back. But the keychain picture of you dangling from his keys made that all the more difficult.

“Hang on baby, I’ll get you back.”

~Min Yoongi~

Yoongi would openly display his anger. Throwing shit that annoyed him and going as far as picking fights with the older members. Bangtan would try to reason with him, but nothing could be said to the Hustler of the group.

Yoongi was known to be precise with his money and thoughts. Yet you were his most prized possession and now that you were in the hands of his enemy, he crumpled.

Yoongi took out his lighter and began to watch his money burn to crisp onto the ground. No amount of money was worth living for if he couldn’t have you. It started with dollar bills and built up to a hundred.

“I’ll watch them burn for what they did to you.”

~Jung Hoseok~

Hoseok sat impatiently at his computer for days on end. Trying to figure ways out to hack into the enemies database. The others gathered around him as the screen lit up and a video of you was shown. You were blindfolded and gagged, missing most of your clothing. Hoseok clenched his jaw and Namjoon could only lay a hand on his shoulder as a masked figure approached you with what could only be a whip.

You struggled in your chair but he leather restraints around your limbs made it impossible to move. The man trailed the whip over your throat and looked directly into the camera.

“This is what happens, when you don’t follow rules Bangtan…” the while lashed down and stroked across your chest. Yoongi reached out and slammed the laptop shut. Hoseok was shaking in anger. He was visibly sweating and breathing heavily.

Without even a warning he stood from his chair, picked it up by one arm and slung it across the room. Nearly knocking down Jungkook in the process. Jimin and Namjoon moved to restrain Hoseok before he could cause anymore damage to himself or others.


~Park Jimin~

Jimin leaned his chin against his palms as he studied the anonymous sent picture of you. You were tied to a chair, then a operating table. Blindfolded and gagged with a busted nose and a blackened eye in the next. His eyes were dry from the hours he spent crying over you.

Jimin killed for a living. Nothing shook him anymore. Not until you were kid napped by a turf gang who decided to buck up to Bangtan. They were small, but dangerous, killing for fun.

Jimin took the sniped rifle that was leaning against the couch and checked the sights. His arms were shaking because of exertion, but adrenaline was what kept him going.

“I’ll show these children what a real killer looks like.”

~Kim Taehyung~

Taehyung had dabbled in all sorts of poisons that could make someone literally vomit up their own stomach. Even tested a few on himself to form an antidote. Nothing made his stomach feel worse than losing you. You weren’t dead, Tae was positive if that. That didn’t make the pain disappear, only made it worse.

Taehyung carefully dropped the last pinpoint of poison into the bullet. He pulled off his gloves and marveled at its beauty. Being the weapons crafter, this was his job. He would make those bastards pay for what they did to you, one way or another.

Taehyung looked to the portrait of you and him during spring of last year. You were so beautiful and charming, he wondered what he did to deserve you. Taehyung loaded the bullet into the chamber of his pistol and gave it a good sling before cocking it one good time.

“I’m saving this one for you, Y/n. You can use it on whoever you choose.”

~Jeon Jungkook~

Jungkook was the rookie. The youngest out of Bangtan. Being only 20, his hormones were still very active. He was the hothead as well, always looking for a fight. Yet he couldn’t possibly fight any living person, for he had accidentally killed a man once when his anger had flown out of control. He was only 16 at the time and that experience had shaped him into the man he was today.

Jungkook had to settle on the punching bag before him. He had stripped of his sweaty shirt hours ago. The bandages had been stopped long ago because the blood seeping through them was getting messy. Jungkook growled when one chain busted off of the bag.

With a single spin including a roundhouse kick, the remaining rusty chains snapped and the bag collapsed on the dusty ground. Jungkook could only think of killing the rival gang members with his bare hands for ever harming you.

“Sit tight princess, daddy is coming.”

~Well this is badass…😮 Finished the actual request and feeling damn proud of myself~

Teenage Pregnancy

“Teenage Pregnancy”

When my daughter told me she was pregnant,
I looked at her with the widest of eyes.
I asked her if she was planning to keep it,
Because from this situation she could not hide.

She was only in high school,
But I allowed her the freedom to choose,
Because I knew she was responsible,
And trust would not be abused.

I was never an over-bearing parent.
I gave my kids room to breathe,
Believing at a young age I instilled values,
And faith in them would not deceive.

So when my daughter told me the news,
As a parent I felt like I failed.
Her life already pre-determined,
Before her ship could set sail.

Well, that’s what I thought back then,
As I urged her to get an abortion.
If she does it in the early stages,
It’s still not considered a person.

She wasn’t emotionally ready,
Or financially secure to have a child.
She didn’t even have a high school diploma.
The problems would just continue to pile.

Like where would the baby sleep?
Or who’d watch the baby while she works?
She couldn’t rely on her boyfriend.
He was always such a jerk.

And she certainly wasn’t relying on us.
My wife and I agreed she’s on her own.
If she’s responsible enough to have sex,
Then she’s responsible enough to atone.

So one night our daughter ran away,
And we never heard from her until,
Twenty years had passed,
And she came of her own free will.

She visited with a man,
Who was working on a degree.
He said he was planning to be a doctor,
And pursue a ph. D.

It was then that I realized,
This man was her son.
And though too stubborn to admit,
I was proud of what she had done.

And I would never tell her son,
I insisted his mom should have had an abortion,
Because twenty years later,
I can see he’s a wonderful person.

lazyshawn! au

•fluffy bed head hair that he keeps running his hands through
•that low, groggy voice he gets when he’s tired and sleepy
•shuffling around the house to ensure that he doesn’t trip and fall
•"babe come lay on me"
•"i’m cold”
•"shawn there’s a blanket literally right there"
•"i know but i don’t wanna move to get it"
•him whining because you refuse to support his lazy antics
•him reaching out and grabbing you by the waist, pulling you down on top of him
•" ‘don’t wanna move’ my ass"
•him humming a sigh of contentment as he nuzzles into your neck
•feeling his heartbeat against your chest
•him lazily scratching your back and playing with your hair
•"shawn we need to do something today"
•"this IS something"
•"no i mean go outside or something like that"
•"ew no"
•turning on the tv and looking for a movie to watch
•settling on a cheesy rom-com because even though you both would never admit it you guys love them
•falling in and out of sleep while he softly sings to you
•"shawn let go of me i have to pee"
•"hold it"
•him whining for you to hurry up so he can hold you again
•you purposely going to the kitchen to make tea just so he has to wait longer for you
•him coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist while you stir sugar into your tea
•you two just standing against the counter while he rests against your back
•going back to the couch and laying your head in his lap while he plays with your hair
•just being content and everything is okay and you two just spend the day being together and loving each other

Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you  (Part 1)

Originally posted by always-and-forever-indeed

Ok Guys @bonniebird might have told you , but i am continuing the ‘Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin ‘ imagines . The gif does not belong to me .written because original owner said they were sadly not going to continue and that was a hell no to me .So here is a different version of her imagines 

Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus (barely)

“There you are darling,” said Uncle Kol finding you alone in the living room. You turn your head away from your coloring book to face him. 

“Hi uncle Kol, “ you frown up at him , smirking he  comes down to your level .

“Why are you sad ?” He asks . You look down to the floor , and pointed toward the outside garden , where everyone was cooing and  fighting over Hope attention . Kol couldn’t but be angry at how easily you were forgotten you were by his brother and sister’s , Like he was when he was your age when he was young . 

“Hey why don’t we go to the Cauldron to visit Aunty Davina then later the batting cages ” He says , making  your pop your head up with a shining grin on your face . “Quickly go get dressed,” He watches as you run as fast as you can to your room .


It was late when Kol and You had returned from the Cauldron and the batting cages. Within the five minutes of the car drive home you were deep asleep snoring .The entire house didn’t move an inch as they saw Kol carry you in . But if it was Hope they would of yelled . 

“Aaahh their he is the daughter thief. Come to return to the crime , “ Kol huffs at Klaus’s words . “You know it’s not stealing since she wanted to come with me ,” Klaus was about to retort if Kol hadn’t vamp sped  you to bed. 

But not before changing you . “So you think my daughter prefers you over me ,” Klaus growls , as he slams Kol into a wall with his hand on the wall. 

“It’s not exactly a secret is it that she constantly feels left you. And you all  just push her away like she is nothing  because she is human. Yet you —” Everyone watched as Klaus snaps Kol’s neck leaving him dead on the floor. 

No one dared to touch Kol’s body as Klaus storms out of the house.


The entire house jumped out of their seat’s as Hope had woken up the next morning. While Klaus , Elijah , and Rebekah check on Hope. Hayley prepares her food downstairs. Not even thinking of you , leaving Kol to make sure your okay.

When he reached your room he found you on your floor reading. “Good Morning Darling ,” He smirks as you walk up to hug him. “Good Morning Uncle Kol. How are you ?” 

“Perfectly fine darling , but how long have you been awake ,” He says as you two walk to your bed. “Oh about an hour ,” He wanted to question more about it , when Elijah called him for some important matters. 

By the time he came back to your room you weren’t there. He wen’t down stairs to ask him family only to see their only attention is on Hope not even noticing how you aren’t in the house.

After two searches around the house he decides to look around the  French Quarter , when he couldn’t find you their he went to Cauldron , then soon after all off New Orleans. 

Once he returned home he still saw every one was cooing over Hope . “ENOUGH I AM DONE KEEPING QUIET,” screams kol while throwing a vase, making every one look at him as Hope whimpers and curls up to Hayley making everyone angry.

“OH NOW I AM THE BAD GUY, FOR MAKING POOR HOPE WHIMPER. THEN WHAT ABOUT YOU LOT WHO HAVE  HAVE YET TO SEEM TO NOTICE THAT (Y/N) IS NO WHERE TO BE SEEN ,”He yells , as Klaus vamp speeds in front of him , making Hayley and Hope Leave the room.



“Do not dare you think i do not care for my daughter’s ,when you can’t even have one , And as for (Y/N) she is –”

“Not Here,” said Elijah .


Tears stained your face as the blood stained knife comes closer to your face. “No! No! Please stop,” you scream as the man walks closer to you . he was about to stab you when his heart and head is ripped off.

You never been so happy to him in your life, than at this moment . Thou you two have always seen each other you , Never would of thought he would be able to make . You limp into your Uncle’s open embrace . As Klaus enters the room with Haley right behind him. 

“It’s okay now Love  , it’s all over now “ he says “I am sorry  I couldn’t have gotten here sooner , “ he continues on trying to calm your tears and hiccups to the point where your just sniffling . He picks you up and tries to give you to Hayley , but you scream and cry  , making Kol back away with you in hand , but when he tries Klaus Scream to the point where Kol can here his ears ringing. 

He knew it was pointless on trying to convince you to go to your parent’s to he just carried you out , since during your captivity your left leg was messed up . No one said  anything on the way home . 


“She didn’t even want to come close to us ,”Hayley said , as tears threatened to come out of her eyes while plopping down onto the couch. “She didn’t want to come near her mother ,” tears ran down her cheeks. 

“And I didn’t even notice my child was gone until someone else told me . It  wasn’t even like she was gone for a few minutes she was gone for over six hours. “ by now she was sobbing into Elijah , as Klaus over hears the conversation from his room.

“Was I such a horrible father  to them, both “ Klaus watches as his one night stand and brother try to comfort each other, while he watches Hope sleep. ” She hates me .“ he whispers to no one in particular, but hears his words .

"She doesn’t hate you Nik she–”“

"Just doesn’t want me to near her in her time of need , but hope would of ran straight into my arms. "He says, while running his fingers through her hair as Kol walks into the room . "That’s the problem brother you keep complaining that (Y/N) isn’t like Hope , and you keep pushing her away . eventually she will not want to think about that ,” Kol says then left Klaus so he can be alone 

Trailer Breakdown

I rewatched the trailer again (okay, many times) and was able to piece a few things together based on clothing. I’ll be attempting to give a general timeline of sorts, which I’ll break up by “groups” for lack of a better term, but certain events within those groups may happen in a different order than presented since I don’t have enough information to figure everything out. Yes, I actually took the time to do this because somehow this goddamn show has given me straight up anxiety. 

Group One 

First, we have what seems like Dennis introducing the gang to his son. Note that Dennis is wearing a white crossed shirt, Mac the Salty Dog tee, Charlie a grey hoodie over a brown shirt, Frank a blue top, and I’m not too sure with Dee but it looks like a dark green or maybe black shirt. The baby momma is wearing a floral top and the baby a green and grey striped shirt. 

Now, I’m not sure if this would be the opening scene or not, but Dennis would have to introduce his new “family” before many of the other events seen in the trailer(s) could occur. It’s also possible the second screenshot is Dennis delivering the news that he has a kid, and the first occurs afterward when the baby momma and son arrive. Based on outfits, these are the following things that must happen within that same day:

More under the cut (this is long as hell, FYI):

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anonymous asked:

Did you find it weird sharing a bed with Nighteye and all his all might merch?

Since he was my sidekick I would crash at his place occasionally after my hero duties…

While there was nothing wrong with his collection I couldn’t..you know..sleep..with them all watching me. Eventually we made a compromise and I built him a shelf for him to display all the plushies on. It was pretty funny to watch him carefully remove each one from the bed though. Sometimes I would threaten to push them all off and he’d get upset. 

anonymous asked:

How do you avoid burnout during the school year? I always find myself doing really well the first semester than completely unmotivated during second semester. Also, I love your blog!!!💜💜


For me, it’s the exact opposite - I’m always doing way better in summer than in winter, haha. But ok, here we go: 

  • Always have something to look forward to. Every day, every week, every month, no matter how small. The big goal is the beginning of the holidays (presumably), but you need things to keep you going until then! A café visit on the weekend, a football match on TV, a new episode of your favourite show, a nice bath - whatever works for you. Also good as a reward for studying and work you’ve done that day. 
  • Don’t study every day. I always try to have one day off from studying each week. This doesn’t contradict the “no zero days” - principle - you can be productive every day, but that doesn’t have to mean studying! You can do laundry, you can work, you can clean, you can take care of correspondence - loads of possibilities. Also, one day off gives you an emergency time frame for assignments you forgot or unexpectedly need more time for. 
  • Make time for what you love. Even if it isn’t as much time as you’d like, it will help to not make you go crazy with all your studying. I play tennis once a week - I would love to play three or four times a week, but I can’t, at least not during the semester. Once a week isn’t much, but it’s enough to keep me going. You need a balance between school and other activities, especially exercise and arts - my piano teacher knows I can’t practice as much as I’d have to when I have exams, but I still go to my lessons even though I hardly make progress then. He’s fine with it and helps me improve during the little time I can spend on it - it makes a huge difference! Not playing piano at all would be much worse. 
  • Have someone keep watch. A friend, your parents, or someone else - tell them to pay attention to what you do, and tell you if they notice that you aren’t eating well, that you don’t sleep enough, that you don’t go outside enough etc. It’s easy to forget about those things, and if you have a lot of studying to do it’s faster to eat some biscuits than to cook a proper meal. 

Good luck in your next school year! If someone else has tips, please add them. :) 

In-Between || [part 3]

 The world was turning upside down, Derry Maine had a killer clown on the loose and it was you and your friend’s self-assigned job to kill it.

A crossover series of It and Stranger Things x reader

Characters: Reader, Mike Wheeler, Will Byers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield


Word count: 1274

Warning: none

A/n: filler chapter- next part should be pretty busy, let me know if you want to be tagged 

part 1 || part 2  || part 4

Originally posted by willthewisest

They introduced themselves, you told them your name. Your mind was racing, a little shell shocked when you realized you really weren’t in Derry anymore. You had been so caught up in the rush of adrenaline you didn’t realize you were stuck in a different dimension with a bunch of strangers. Fucking fantastic.

“You’re not from here are you?” Dustin asked, you shook your head, “no I’m from Derry, Maine, I- I don’t know how I got here.” Will stepped toward you and without thinking you took a step back. “Sorry, I just- Whats that stuff on you?” you looked down at your grimy clothes, “There was this hole, in the sewer wall, something told me to go through it, I couldn’t stop myself. And then I was in this place it was covered in this stuff, it was like here but… dark… and cold. And it felt- alone.”

Their eyes widened to the size of golfballs. “Oh, shit!” Dustin groaned, “Could it have opened again?” Mike asked, “I don’t know. I mean I haven’t felt anything. But anything’s possible.” Will shrugged. “Should we tell Hopper and your mom?” “I guess, ye-” “Someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?” They all turned back to you startled.

Will and Mike looked at each other and then back to you. “Two years ago we were playing D&D and…” They told you the story of the ‘upside down’ and the Demogoron and the Mind Slayer. They told you about how everyone thought Will was dead and how the lab covered everything up and they told you about a girl named Eleven. “Shit.” That was all you could say when they were finished.

Mike nodded, “Yeah, and now its seems that the gate opened again.” there was a long moment of heavy silence. You shifted uncomfortably, “Do you think you could tell me where to go? I need to clean off or something, and somewhere to sleep, or eat? I don’t know how long I’ll be stuck here.” They all looked to one another. “Do you think your mom would mind?” Will shook his head, “Nah, she’d be fine, as long as we told her you know, who she is. But she’s working tonight anyway.”

“You could wear some of Max’s clothes. She’s Lucas’s girlfriend. But she’s cool.” Dustin suggested. “I can call her and ask.” Lucas smiled reassuringly at you and ran back into the house, “until then you can use my shower, and I can get you something to eat.” Mike said, you nodded, “sure. Thank you.”

He led you inside and showed you to the bathroom. Will and Dustin followed behind. Mike told you to just come downstairs after you were done and then max would get you some fresh clothes. You stood in the mirror of the bathroom after they shut the door. You looked like shit. You had dirt and slime all over, your arms seemed to have some cuts from the trees, you wondered what the boys had thought when they first saw you.

You slid your clothes off and turned on the water, it beat down on your shoulders. You cleaned from top to bottom, until you felt like most of the shit was off you. You stepped out on the cold tile, you shivered and took the towel off the hanger and used it to messily dry your hair and then your body.

You didn’t want to put your dirty clothes back on so you took the bathrobe from the hook on the door and wrapped it around you. You hoped Mike wouldn’t mind, you found some slippers under the sink and left the bathroom carrying your clothes. They said they would be in the basement so you followed the voices and stairs to the bottom floor. You stopped here and there to look at family pictures.  

You saw them all sitting around on a couch and the floor with a red-headed girl you assumed to be Max. You cleared your throat from the bottom of the stairs. Mike jumped up and stared at you, “I just, didn’t want to put on my old clothes, they were, well, gross.” He shook his head to clear his thoughts, “y-yeah that’s fine.”

Max stood up and came out from behind him. “I’m Max.” you gave her a tight smile, “(y/n), its nice to meet you.” “Same to you, Lucas told me some girl needed clothes so I brought a bag.” She walked past you and grabbed a backpack sitting by the door.

“I put in a hairbrush and stuff too, just incase.” she lowered her voice a bit, “and a bra.” “Thanks, where can I-” “There’s a bathroom right over there.” Mike pointed to a door across the room and you gave him a small nod, heading to the small room.

Sure enough Max had given you quit the number of opinions. In the end Jeans and a striped shirt worked just fine. You figured these must be her old clothes because they barely fit you, the shirt rode up a bit and was tight around, well, everything. There wasn’t much to be left up to the imagination. 

You put on some jeans and a pair of socks, and brushed your hair. You could hear them talking through the door but you weren’t sure what they were saying. You guessed it was about you because as soon as you stepped out all conversion stopped.

“Thank you, they’ll work just fine,” Max smiled at you, “don’t worry, it wasn’t a problem.” Mike stood up suddenly causing you to take a step back, “do you want something to eat? Or drink?” You nodded, “uh yeah, maybe some water and I’ll eat just about anything.” he nodded and ran past you up the stairs. You watched him until he was out of sight and then turned your attention back to the group.

They were all staring at you, “yes?” You asked, they all awkwardly looked away except for Dustin. “Nothing , nothing, I was just thinking.” he said rubbing the back of his neck. “When are we going to Will’s?” you asked, “not sure, why?” “I’m tired. It’s been a long day.” Dustin shrugged, “hopefully soon.” You nodded and sat down in a chair opposite of them.

Mike rushed down the stairs with a cup of water and a bag of chips. He quickly handed them to you and then went and whispered something in Will’s ear. “I asked my mom if we could have a sleepover tonight because we didn’t finish a campaign, she said yes as long as we’re quiet.” Mike said in a hushed voice to everyone, Lucas and Will nodded, “My mom’s fine as long as yours is.” Dustin smiled. “I’ll say I’m at Bev’s or something.” Your head shot up, “Bev?” They all gave you a weird look, “Yeah, she’s just a girl from school.” “oh, I just- nevermind.” You gave a weak smile and looked back to your hands.

They all talked about the upside down, or you assumed that what they were talking about. You zoned out, everything was just moving so fast, they all seemed to know what they were doing and you were just sitting there helpless. You wondered what Richie and Bill were doing, and if Stan was bird watching. You didn’t know if they would even know something happened. What if they were all at the barrens and hadn’t even noticed you were gone?

“Can I go to sleep?” you interrupted them. They all nodded and Mike stood up. “You can sleep in El’s old bed.” he pointed to a fort with pillows and blankets stacked inside. You mumbled a thanks and laid down, pulling some of the covers over you. You barely put your head down before you fell into a deep sleep.

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Please take a moment to read this.

(sucky grammar. Please bear with me I’m tired)
Problematic ships. Quite possibly the most addictive thing to some people. To others it is the bane to their existence and they spend every waking moment trying to stop the ships and shame on people who ship them.

I understand where you are coming from people who have been abused. I have to. (Here comes some heavy crap that I probably shouldn’t be telling total strangers but fight me.)

From the time I was little my mom abused drugs. I know the smell of Meth by heart. My mom also smoked. I never knew my biological father, and I still dont. She got into an abusive relationship with a man when I was very young. He and his family kept us isolated in a different state cut off from friends and family. One time my mom was holding me and he put her in a headlock and started punching her so she had to drop me on the stairs to protect me. He slammed her head into a window and I have a scar from the glass shards. I won’t go into details for the sake of time but it was BAD. I don’t remember how young I was when she met him but when we left I was four.

Then about a year later she met another man who was addicted to meth. I would also go to my grandma’s house. One time she left me with “a trusted family friend.”
He was the man that molested me. After a while my moms boyfriend moved us to Hawaii. I was happy for a while I had come to call him dad. I loved him. Then the screaming started. Fighting and anger swarmed into our house. I saw him throw a lamp across the room. He would get so mad. I would be so scared but he was my dad and I didn’t want to belive he did those things. We fled Hawaii back home. I was five when we met him and (I think) ten or eleven when we left.

(Time skip to a year later)
Mom was homeless so I was staying with my biological grandma. She smoked and drank heavily along with her roommate. I would go to school and get teased. I got called names like “smoker girl” and people would ask stuff like “hey got any spare cigarettes​ I need a smoke”. At home my grandma’s roommate was almost always drunk. It was the worst on Friday's​ and the weekend. He would call me his little “girlfriend” in front of his girlfriend. And he took advantage of me too. It was nowhere near as severe as the man before but that doesn’t make it right.

My mom found herself a new man. He was a drug addict as well. He was by far the most abusive. He nearly fractured her rib and broke through a car window trying to get her. He slammed our black lab puppy by the throat against the wall because he pooped in the car. Ironically he helped me and my mom find Jesus by having us go to church. He is in prison now for six years. He has a new baby on the way with some other woman(Lord help her). My mom was adopted by a pastor and his wife. They are my beloved grandparents and I wouldn’t trade them for anyone.

Make no mistake though. I still love my biological grandma even after all she has done. I am trying to repair the broken relationship with my mom. I don’t hate the men that molested me but I don’t know if I can forgive them(I hate saying that because everyone deserves forgiveness but… It’s really hard.) I’m not sorry and I don’t regret my past because it made me stronger. My past helped to shape who I am today. It makes me sad that other people have experienced things similar to what I have.

I know for a fact if I didn’t have loving friends then I probably​ would have committed suicide. I’m glad I didn’t because this world has a whole lot of bad and a little good and I hope that I can be a little good too. I love everyone. You probably won’t believe me but everything in this post is the truth. I don’t care about race, sexuality, religion, ship preference, or kink reference. I care about who you are on the inside.

However the reason I made this long and emotional post is because I have seen ship hate. Lots of it. It makes me so sad because we are all people and we are all on this planet together. Shaming people for what they ship is mean and abusive. I’m sorry I have to say this(i shouldn’t have to people should know already) but you are not “saving” anyone you are causing them pain.

First of all LGBTQ Ships.

Shaming people for this is wrong. I am a pansexual Christian woman. I love these ships I have THOUSANDS of them. Telling people not to ship these is just stupid Because:

1. They will anyway
2. Who are you to know what is right and wrong? Who gave you the power to judge others actions? Take care of yourself please.
If you believe it’s not right because you believe in God. I believe that God loves all of his children no matter what and shoving your religion in their face is dumb because then they will start to hate God. Let them be.

Ships with pedophilia

First of all people let’s get something straight. Pedophilia is the act of an adult loving a child BEFORE puberty. Therefore Ereri/Riren/ Eren x Levi from Attack on Titan. Is NOT pedophilia.

Like I said before I was molested twice and I still ship some of these ships. Don’t get me wrong I would NEVER condone this in real life. However this is not real life this is fiction. Using the argument that “if you say it’s ok in fiction then it’s ok in real life.” Is not valid for example:
1. If you used this argument then in real life it is perfectly ok to watch your crush sleep. Without their consent. (Twilight Edward x Bella)
2. It is perfectly ok to date your adopted sibling because they “aren’t blood” (Attack on Titan Mikasa x Eren )
3. It is perfectly ok to date someone even though you are using them for your own benefit. (Deathnote Miss x Light)

There are so many more. The thing is is people don’t ship these ships to “fill some primal pedophilic need” they ship it for their personalities. I for one ship Sebaciel (Sebastian x Ciel Black Butler) because I like how they seem to have a mutual care and respect toward one another. People don’t ship it specifically because of their age. I bet if they were the exact same age (like Sebastian was a 12 year old demon) people would STILL ship it. That’s what ships are all about. The belief that character A and character B would make a great relationship.

Kink shaming people.

This in my point of view is the dumbest hate of all. Shaming someone for what they like sexually is quite honestly stupidity. What does it matter to you? Are you sleeping with them? Are they asking you to do these things? No. It would be like me calling you a moron for liking chocolate ice cream or pineapple​ pizza or ranch Doritos. There is just no point to hating.

Incest ships.

Ok for me I can’t ship parents and their children. I just can’t but I don’t hate it. I’m totally cool if you ship MinaNaru(Naruto) it just isn’t really my thing. Anyway shaming people for shipping twincest and incest is pointless because most of them won’t give a dam. Besides we already discussed the “if you say it’s ok in fiction then it’s ok in real life” thing so moving on.

Polyamorous ships

Shaming people who ship poly characters because it’s “cheating”. Unless you know for a fact that one or more members of the relationship weren’t aware or did not agree to be in the relationship then it is not cheating. Polyamorous relationships are all of the people the poly person is dating are aware that they are in fact seeing other people and agreeing to it. Anything else is, in fact, cheating.


I for one am not a fan of beastiality but I don’t hate the people who like it because they have the right to like what they want.

The point of this post is that in my opinion putting down others for what they ship is wrong. The world is not black and white. It is filled with shade after shade of grey. So please stop the hate. Can’t we all just be ok with each other. A lot of people won’t care about this post but maybe just maybe if I can reach one person. That would make it worth it.
(If you are responding to this please be nice. I hate arguing.)

every episode of victoria series 2
  • victoria: so this situation is happening and i have some thoughts about it
  • peel: your majesty we have talked about your thoughts
  • peel: i thought we agreed you were going to stop having them
  • victoria: i think i should do the thing
  • peel: your majesty it would be highly inadvisable to do the thing
  • victoria: watch me
  • --
  • victoria: albert do you think i should do the thing
  • albert: i'm too busy thinking about sewers or helmets or something else improving this episode, victoria
  • victoria: you never support me
  • albert: look at my helmet designs
  • albert: peel likes them, victoria
  • albert: we're bros
  • victoria: the dog is sleeping in the bed tonight. you're not
  • --
  • skerret: remember when we had a romance
  • francatelli: remember when we had a storyline
  • brodie: does anyone even know my name
  • duchess of kent: i just wish i could be controlling and problematic again
  • penge: she doesn't even GO here
  • --
  • ernest: aha, all the ladies love me
  • ernest: i am such a cad
  • ernest: (whispers) with deep seated hidden vulnerabilities
  • ernest: (whispers) and possibly the clap
  • ernest: i need a drink
  • --
  • victoria: so i did the thing
  • peel: the thing i told you not to do, okay
  • victoria: it did not go well
  • peel: i don't know why i'm even surprised at this point
  • --
  • duchess of buccleuch: tell cersei. i want her to know it was me
  • duchess of buccleuch: whoops wrong show
  • duchess of buccleuch: who cares, i'm diana rigg
  • duchess of buccleuch: i'm a national treasure
  • --
  • lord alfred: *hearteyes*
  • drummond: *hearteyes*
  • lord alfred: (whispers) don't be gay don't be gay
  • lord alfred: so how are you my fine heterosexual friend
  • drummond: still engaged
  • lord alfred: RUDE
  • --
  • victoria: so it seems the situation has resolved itself all thanks to me
  • peel: this is not historically accurate your majesty
  • victoria: you're my least favourite prime minister
  • peel: just wait til you meet gladstone
  • --
  • victoria: so i'm pregnant again
  • albert: well i did not see that coming
  • albert: how did lots of sex and no birth control lead to this
The Tower - Chapter 13

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 13

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine /ten / eleven / twelve /thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen /seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two/ twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six / twenty-seven /

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: Smut (bi ffm threeway, fingering, slight dom behavior, oral and vaginal sex, unprotected sex)

Synopsis: Elly adjusts to life at the Tower, and gets some self-defense lessons from Steve and Natasha.

Author’s Note: Co-written with @emilyevanston

The next couple of weeks were really weird for me.  I felt like I was in this perpetual state of stress anytime I wasn’t at the tower.  Having security tail me everywhere I went felt intrusive and it disrupted everything.  My teaching suffered for it and so did my research.  I really hated it at home.  They lurked outside and I felt like I wasn’t a person anymore.  Just a commodity that wasn’t afforded any sort of privacy.

So I started just spending more time at the Tower.  I went in to teach but brought a lot of my research to work on in Stark labs, though I was still technically working for Columbia.  Bruce started working on it with me.  Not all the time, he had his own projects, but he started becoming fascinated with the fine-tuning of the human genome and how I’d found switches on strings of junk DNA that you seemed to be able to turn on or off.

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A Working Relationship

Anon requested #15 with Jamilton and I didn’t the fast food au because i have no morals anymore? Anyways it’s cute

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Alexander is the poster boy for double major college kids. He totes around a laptop and deep purple bags under his his eyes at all times, makes ramen in his shitty microwave and finds time to squeeze in two jobs between his classes. His also exhausted beyond all reason. It’s ten in the morning and Hamilton has sprawled himself out in a one of the restaurant’s tacky booth seats because the little burger joint he works at doesn’t have space in the back for a break room. So he’s forced to sit out here in the the dining room, where any blind, unless customer that can’t tell that he’s on break could come up and harass him. He prays that doesn’t happen, that people with see him with his feet propped up on the opposite seat and his head tipped back and his arms crossed tight over his chest and get that he means to be left alone. Hamilton has a ten hour shift here before he heads off to his other job and if he could just get in a thirty minute catnap he thinks he might be able to make it through the day.

“Sleeping on the job again Hamilton?” a familiar, sing song voice calls out to him.

Alexander throws his head back in an aggressive,  exaggerated groan, scrunching his eyes tight as if he could will this annoyance away like he could a migraine. Of course it doesn’t work, instead the presence looms over him and Alexander has no choice but to pry open his eyes.

Jefferson, a manager in training like himself, gazes down at him in a way that could only be scribed as leering, arms folded neatly over his chest.

Hamilton groans again, dropping his heavy head into his waiting hands. “I know that you don’t work today,” Hamilton has been very careful to make sure none of his and Jefferson’s shifts overlap.  A perk of being the schedule maker that somewhat compensate him for the extra hour he has to stay here on Thursday nights typing it up. And yet he still isn’t able to escape Jefferson entirely.

“I’m picking up my check because we still haven’t moved to direct deposit. “ Jefferson leans against the opposite booth seat and gives Hamilton a quick once over. “Why are you on  break at now? The store’s only been open for like twenty minutes, mister ‘i’ll-make-manger-before-you’ What happened to that annoyingly gunge ho attitude of yours?”

Hamilton shoots the other man a piercing glare through his fingers. “I’ve been here since seven because I opened today, jackass so excuse me if I’m not jumping up to grab your paycheck.  Not to mention I worked till four in the morning at my other job before coming here. I only two hours of sleep last night, I would kill you for coffee- literally. If I knew for certain someone would hand me a coffee if I ended your life right now, I would do, like, zero hesitation.”

Jefferson stares at him slack jawed. “You willingly take that many hours? That’s absolutely disgusting, why would you do that to yourself?”
“I have to pay for school” Hamilton states plainly. “And for my car and my phone and my apartment. I’m probably going to have to get a third job in the bookstore when classes start again because books are going to set me back two weeks of groceries.”

God, just thinking about the upcoming semester drains the energy from his body. The thought of test and papers on top of his two fifty hour jobs make him wish desperately that this cheap vinyl booth seat would swallow him up.

“When do you sleep?” Jefferson asks, clearly perplexed.

Hamilton chuckles dryly. “I don’t, don’t you remember how I said I would kill you for some coffee right now?”

There’s a long stiff pause between them. Hamilton lowers his head into his arms, thinking that if he just ignores Jefferson, eventually he’ll get bored and leave Hamilton to die in peace.

“How much longer are you on break?” Jefferson asks suddenly.

Hamilton lifts his head slowly from the pillow of his arms. “Another twenty minutes, so I would appreciate it dearly if you could take a fucking hint and leave me alone so i can sleep.”

The other man’s face twists into something foul, lips pursed like he’s got them wrapped around a lemon wedge. Without a goodbye or even a parting insult, Jefferson turns on his heel and marches out the front door. Hamilton sighs in relief as he watches his shiny black car pull out of the parking lot,  slumping back down over the table in a heap.

He’s woken an indeterminable amount of time later by the feeling of the tabletop shaking underneath him. Alexander’s head springs up, hair everywhere. For a second he’s worried that he’s overslept and angelica was come to wake him up, before he spys a tall plastic cup of ice coffee in front of him on the table. Angelica would never go out of her way to bring him a coffee. He gaze darts up to see Jefferson  hovering before him, looking rather awkward. Acting out of the goodness of his heart must make him extremely uncomfortable because he’s such a grade A premium, choice asshole. But Hamilton doesn’t say that. Instead he gaze up at Jefferson is wide eyed amazement and says, frankly. “I could kiss you right now.”

Jefferson roll his eyes “Pass, but don’t say I’ve never done anything for you.” he fiddles with the strap of his bag, sneaks one final glance at Hamilton out of the corner of his eye, then disappears out the front door once more.

Maybe Hamilton should wonder why Jefferson went out of his way to be nice to him. Maybe he should be more upset that it was probably do to pity above all else. Maybe he should be more concerned that Jefferson seems to know the type of coffee he likes, or be curious as to why he left without demanding to be reimbursed. But the only thing he can think about right now is how less dead inside this caffeine makes him feel.

itsagentromanoff  asked:

"Actually i just miss you" Steve to Tony who is dating Quill

Tony is pretty nervous. He knew that this was a pretty stupid idea. But now here he is, surrounded by the Avengers. Well… are they even the avengers anymore?


Clint is the first one who speaks up. He looks angry already and has his hand over his bow. Tony gulps. Okay he could do this.

It was just like another press conference right? Fake it, till you make it. He could do this.

“Katniss. Fancy seeing you here. How is the family?” Tony knows it’s unfair. But when was the last time someone was being fair to him?

“Shut up or i’ll make you.” Clint answers and this time he takes an arrow out of his quiver. It’s a bow that can explode. Tony knows this, because he made it a long time ago.

“What do you want here?” Sam asks and he is the only one, who doesn’t look like he wants to kill Tony. It’s a nice change.

“I have some news for you and i thought i would deliver them personally.” Tony says and he searches in his pockets for his sunglasses. They are a bright blue today and Tony feels immediately better when he puts them on.

“News?” Natasha asks and she sounds a bit unsure. Huh. That’s a new one.

“Yeah you know things were pretty bad in New York the last year. I mean not that you would know being here on holidays or something.” Tony answers and he grins, when he spreads his arms and spins around once.

“Is this a joke to you? We are prisoners!” Clint seems very angry and Tony snorts.

“Prisoners? I don’t see a cell or is T'Challa serving you just bread and water? Because i had a nice dinner with him yesterday and let me tell you, it was delicious.” Tony grins and before anyone answers that, the door opens again.

“Tony!” It’s Steve who comes in and he looks so relieved. Tony groans a bit. Shit he had thought Steve would be longer away and watching his ice prince sleep.

“Have to stop you right there.” Tony says and he holds up a hand. Steve stops and frowns.

“Obviously it’s Mr. Stark for all of you. But i’m not here so introduce myself. Again. I wanted to say that you are free.” Tony says and he snaps with his fingers.

Friday brings up the contracts and Tony lets them read it for a moment. It
is true. He paid a lot of money and even more blood to get them out of the field of fire. But it’s done.

They all could come back, when they would sign the new accords and be free. Even Wanda.

“Really?” Scott asks and he looks so relieved. Tony doesn’t know him, but he found out that he had a daughter. He hopes he uses his second chance for her.

“Really. So anyway. Even the ice prince down under is free. You just have to give him that.” Tony takes out a little memory stick and throws it in the direction of Steve.

Steve catches it clumsily and still gasps at Tony.

“It deletes the words in his brain or whatever. So use it and then send him up to T'Challa for a few tests. If the kitty cat gives his okay, he will be free.” Tony nods to himself and then turns around. His work here is done.

Ironically enough he is the one that feels free now.

“Tony wait!” Steve says when Tony is already at the door. Tony sighs loudly. Didn’t he just tell them, that it’s Mr. Stark? God how annoying.

The other Avengers or whatever they are now, are ignoring them and are still looking at their contracts.

“Thank you! I can’t thank you enough!” Steve says and he smiles goofily at Tony. Normally Tony would forgive him anything for that smile. But not anymore. Tony is so relived that his heart rate doesn’t react to Steves smile anymore.

“Yeah yeah. I know.” Tony says and orders Friday to get his suit. He wants to leave now. Because at home there is somebody who lets his heart rate explode.

“We will see you home then?” Steve asks and Tony stops in his movements.

“Pardon?” Tony asks, because is Rogers serious now. Tony doesn’t even have their rooms anymore. He needed them for his new family. His real family.

“Your Tower?” Steve sounds a bit unsure at that.

“Oh you mean to get your stuff. Don’t worry! I gave all your things to SHIELD already. It’s nicely packed in some cartons. I even wrote down, what you will find in them!” Tony says and he grins widely again. It’s a fake smile.

But Steve wouldn’t know the difference. Never did.

“I… don’t understand?” Steve tries and Tony takes his sunglasses off. He rubs over the bridge of his nose. God. He is getting a headache.

“Look. Your rooms are occupied. I have a new team and…family.” Tony stutters a bit at the end and he blinks a few times.

“Oh.” Steve says and he looks down. It looks a bit heartbroken like that. But Tonys own heart will never be fully fixed thanks to Rogers.

“Yeah. So you and your friends should start with finding a new … home and oh. You should also start to look for a job our anything. I mean the rents are high in New York.” Tony winks at Steve and turns around.

Damn. He wants to go home immediately.

“Tony!” Steve tries again and Tony sighs more loudly at that. Maybe he whines a bit, too.

“What?” Tony asks back.

Actually i just miss you.” Steve says and this time when Tony blinks a few times, he tries to hold back his tears.

“You had your chance.” Tony whispers and he means it. He was in love with Steve. But… it’s in the past. He had never known that he deserved more than Steves love. But he does.

He always thought nobody could love him more then Steve. Capain America. But Peter does. Peter doesn’t get annoyed when he works on his projects another night. He doesn’t get angry when Tony babbles so often from his new ideas and he tells Tony everyday how much he loves him.

Peter….Peter is just perfect. And Tony wouldnt change anything about his boyfriend. He even loves it, when Peter snores. Which means something.

“I just wanted to say goodbye.” Tony says and without looking back at Steve or the others, he leaves.

Nobody tries to stop him and Tony is thankful for that. For the first time in months he feels like he can breath properly again. The suit is already waiting for him, so Tony hops down the stairs.

Before he reaches the suit, he hears another voice.


Tony turns around and grins. What is Peter doing here? But before Tony can say anything Peter is already at his side and kisses him. Tony giggles into the kiss and Peter laughs, too.

“You idiot! What are you doing here?!” Tony asks, when he can breath again and Peter smiles.

“Missed you too much. And i thought i showed them, what they are missing. They are all at the window.” Peter says and Tony frowns at that. But Peter just dips Tony and kisses him again. More intense now. Tony whimpers.

He knows all the Avenger can see him. But he doesn’t care. He just kisses his boyfriend again. And again. And again.