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Why Do You Hate Me?

Bucky x Reader Smut Fic

Warnings: pure smutty teasing

“What’s up, Steve?” You glanced around the interrogation room in the Tower. “Why’d you want to meet up so early?”

“Just wanted to go over our tactic for this guy coming in.” Steve eyed you carefully. “Make sure we’re on the same page.”

“Punch him if he doesn’t talk.” You sat down in what was to be his chair. “Tighten the restraints if he refuses.” Steve nodded, hands behind his back. “Then do whatever we need to get the information out of him.”

“That’s correct.” Steve pulled a switch out of his pocket and flipped it on. “I’m sorry to have to do this.”

Metal restraints folded over your wrists and ankles and held you in place. Your eyes shifted to Steve as you squirmed in the uncomfortable chair. Steve sat the switch on the table and gave you his best apologetic smile. 

“You can’t keep running out of the room when Bucky enters, (Y/N).” Steve bit his lip and smiled wearily. “And when you two are in a room together, you turn your inner air conditioner down and become ice cold.”

“Steve…” You growled and yanked on the restraints. “Let me go.”

“Not until you two talk.” Steve turned on his heels and swung the door open.

Bucky walked, a smirk plastered on his face, and you froze. Your face went dark and your stare hardened; butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Steve left you alone with Bucky. You hated him.

He fiddled with the switch in silence while leaning up against the table. He eyed you carefully, taking in every inch of your body. His smirk grew as he noticed your hardened nipples through your tank top; you were braless. He kept his mouth shut.

“Let me go, Barnes.” You grumbled the words. “Now.”

“No.” He spoke calmly. “I want to know why you hate me.”

“There are a lot of reasons why I hate you.” Your stare didn’t waver. “We would be here all day if I listed them all.”

“Then just summarize.” He continued smiling. “The more we bicker, doll, the longer you’re stuck alone in a room with me.”

“You’re a womanizing, arrogant, old ass, murdering, son of a bitch who walks around like he owns the place.” You spat the words at him. “You get to do whatever the fuck you want because you’re Steve’s best friend and Steve’s word is the highest. You don’t have to fill out paperwork, go on missions you don’t want to, hell, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“So, what I’m hearing is…” Bucky sat the switch down and walked towards you. He rested his hands onto of the metal restraints and leaned down to eye level. “You’re jealous?”

“I’m not jealous.” Your heart rate increased at the close proximity. “I’m angry.”

“See…” His eyes searched yours tentatively. “I don’t think you’re angry, doll. I think you’re confused.”

“About what?” You cocked an eyebrow at him and pouted your lips. “What could I possibly be confused about?”

“I think…” He leaned forward and brought his lips to your ear, just close enough to feel the warmth of his breath and nothing else. “That you might just like me.”

“What the fuck would make you think that?” You squirmed in your seat instinctively. 

“Two nights ago…” He spoke slowly, drawing out each word with precision. “I took a nice midnight stroll around the halls…” You were sure he could hear the rapid pace of your heart in your chest. “And I came to your room.” You gulped, you knew damn well what he was leading up to. “Behind your door, I could hear the almost inaudible sounds of you moaning, whimpering, and begging, something I never thought I’d hear from you.” His lips brushed your ear. “At first, I thought you had a guy over and I started to walk away. I got about two steps passed your door when I heard my name sneak out of those beautiful lips of yours.” You bit your lip and closed your eyes. “You were moaning, whimpering, begging, and chanting my name while you were touching yourself.” He pulled away and stood up straight. “That’s why I think you might just like me.”

You were at a loss for words. Your eyes dropped to the ground and you remained silent. You thought over possible snarky responses, but your mind was blank. He was right, you liked him.

“And what if I did just happen to like you?” You refused to look up from the floor.

“I’d have to punish you for treating me so poorly because you couldn’t admit your feelings.” His words came out cold and you raised your eyes. The smirk was still there. “It’d only be fair, you know, given a number of times you brushed me off and treated me like shit.”

“And what kind of punishment would it be?” You couldn’t stop your words. “If I were to admit, you know, that I might just like you?”

Bucky watched you carefully, his blue eyes piercing your own. He stepped quietly behind you, hands resting in his pockets. He dropped his head and whispered in your ear, “May I touch you?” You nodded.

His hands rested firmly on your shoulders before he began massaging them. You sighed deeply at the contact and dropped your head back, hitting his stomach. Your eyes closed, not wanting to know if he could see the pleasure growing on your face just from a massage. A deep chuckle vibrated his body and his hands lowered to your clavicles. 

“Well, a naughty girl gets a naughty punishment.” His hands dipped lower, hovering over your breasts. “Maybe I’d trap you before a mission, when I know you’ll be stuck with the team.” His fingers brushed your hardened nipples through the fabric of your shirt. “Pin you up against the wall…” He lifted the front of your shirt behind your head, exposing your breasts. “Slip my hand down those tight pants of yours…” His thumbs circled your nipples. “Tease that needing cunt of yours with a few flicks and circles to your clit…”

“Bucky…” You bit your lip to silence yourself.

“What? You like it when I talk about punishing you?” He lowered himself down and buried his face in your neck, drawing hickeys to the surface of your skin. “When I talk about getting you all wet and needy with my fingers?” His hands slithered down to your shorts and unbuttoned them. “Would you like that? Not being able to touch yourself for weeks on end?” His flesh hand traced the waistband of your panties. “Or would you touch yourself? Sneak off and curl two of your delicate fingers inside of yourself? Would you do that with the team members there? Where you could easily get caught fucking yourself?” His hand slipped underneath your panties and grazed your clit. “Could you be quiet enough? Your moaning, the sounds of your fingers working your aching cunt, the scream you want to let loose when you cum…” 

“F-Fuck…” Your eyes opened and you saw Bucky looked at you; he was waiting. 

“Do you want me to touch you?” He spoke quietly. “To dip my fingers inside of you and abuse that throbbing g-spot of yours until you’re begging me to cum?”

“Yes.” You breathed out the word and licked your lips. “Please.” You sounded desperate and you hated it, but, fuck, you wanted him, you wanted him to touch you, to feel just how wet you were, to fuck you. You craved him.

“Then I guess you’re going to have to wait until after you get back from your next mission.” Bucky removed his hand and backed away, flipping the switch to your chair before leaving. 

You sat in a complete mess in the chair; your panties soaked, breasts exposed, hickey’s blatantly visible on your neck. You lowered your shirt and buttoned your shorts, disbelief taking over. No, that couldn’t have just happened. I just imagined the entire thing. I’m just laying in bed asleep right now and I’m going to wake up any second. Yeah, this is just a wet dream. I don’t even have any missions coming up, this has to be a dream. Come on, (Y/N), wake up. 

Sam popped his head in and eyed you carefully. “You ready?”

“For what?” You collected yourself and stood from your chair, praying he couldn’t see how much of a mess you were.

“Barnes cancelled and said you’d take his spot on today’s mission. We’ll only be gone for a few days, a week at the latest.” 

“What?” You furrowed your brows. 

“C’mon, we’re running late as it is.” Sam waved you on.

You stepped out of the room and followed Sam down the hallway. You passed Bucky and Steve standing together. Bucky pulled out his phone and caught your eye; he winked before turning his attention back to his friend. Your phone vibrated.

“I may not have pinned you up against the wall, but leaving you begging works just as well.”

A/N: Lots of people voted for Bucky in my most recent “Pick a Pairing” post and so here you guys go!

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anonymous asked:

Prompt- lena is running for president and she meets kara on the campaign trail

“Ponytail” Kara jerked to attention, “Lena Luthor will be in National City for her Presidency campaign. You’re covering it.”


“Did I stutter?” Kara adjusted her glasses shaking her head. Snapper had never given her anything so high profile before, it was just a shock. “Great. Don’t screw it up.”


“Sorry. Excuse me. I’m sorry.” Kara shuffled sideways through the row towards an empty seat in the middle. Clutching her purse to her side trying not to hit anyone in the face. Slipping into the seat, Kara dropped her purse between her feet rummaging for her notepad and pen.

Kara looked around the room as a man at the mic thanked everyone for attending and made Lena’s introduction. It was a small venue, a bit bigger than a school gymnasium, but not by much. There was press scattered throughout the room, but mostly it was women and young adults that filled the seats. A few held hand made signs of support, calling people to vote for Lena as president.

The clicking of heels on the stage brought Kara’s attention back to the stage. She was well versed on Lena’s platform, she had been paying attention to the poles, and the interviews, and generally staying informed, but she had never seen the woman in person. The cameras certainly didn’t do her justice.


Lena crossed the stage, as she had done a hundred times before. Ignoring the flashes of cameras and the random shouting Lena smiled into the crowd, thanking everyone once again for coming. The floor was immediately opened to questions from the public. Not all were relevant or profound but Lena answered each one as they were the most important question. Finally at her time signal, she opened the floor to the press.

The first to jump up from her seat was a tall blonde. Hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a yellow sundress, and thick rimmed glasses.

“Hi Ms. Luthor, Kara Danvers from CatCo magazine.” Lena gave a smile of support as the young woman stumbled over her question. She was not the typical image of the female reporter Lena saw on the campaign trail. She was the exact opposite. Most women of the press she saw took on the same serious hard looks as the men. Kara Danvers however, stood among the sea of black like a ray of sunshine.

A snicker brought Lena’s attention back. She could tell Kara was nervous but she had still asked a relevant and important question. How did she plan to support (financially or otherwise) for her initiative to keep more young girls interested in STEM throughout their academics? As a woman that had built most of her career off a background in science, it was a cause dear to her heart. As she spoke she noticed the woman’s brows furrowing as she scribbled. Without realizing it Lena had started to move up on her toes, as if the motion would somehow let her see what was being written down so frantically.

As Lena made her way through the rest of the questions her eyes kept drifting to the reporter. Watching her as Kara watched other reporters ask their questions before scribbling down Lena’s answers. As the time slot came to an end, Lena gracefully made her exit, listening to her closer tell the audience that Ms. Luthor would be back on the floor in a minute to mingle and introduce herself. After a quick drink of water to prepare herself for the next hour of chatting Lena went back out to say more personal hello’s to those who came to show their support.

Immediately pulled in by a group of young women looking to get a photo, Lena looked away from Kara to smile at the camera. When she looked back at the chairs they were empty. Determined not to be bothered by the quick exit Lena continued making her rounds, nodding politely at suggestions offered, smiling for photos, and answering questions that didn’t have the opportunity to be heard when she was on stage. Catching a glimpse of yellow Lena turned mid photo.

“I’m sorry.” Lena smiled again for the camera before placing her hand on the person’s back. “If you’ll excuse me.” Lena departed before she heard groans of disappointment. Her eyes narrowing in on the reporter that was currently talking to a young man that had come out to hear her talk.

“Hello” Lena smiled at the young man before turning slightly to Kara. “Sorry, I interrupted… please continue.”

“No no Ms. Luthor, Eli here just finished answering my question on why he believes you have so many young people here today.” Kara smiled brightly as the young man took his cue to leave.

“I hope you won’t be using that as your code for LGBT” Lena’s lifted her eyebrow as she saw the realization flash across Kara’s face as she quickly took in the group again, suddenly seeing all the Pride paraphernalia she had missed before. “Apparently everyone here but you already knows my little secret.”

“I didn’t-“

“It’s ok, I came out of the closet long before I ever thought of running for president. But it would make a nice touch don’t you think? First lesbian president.”

“Yes it would!” 
Feeling like she poked enough fun at Kara, Lena decided to switch topics.“You didn’t seem impressed by my answers today Ms. Danvers.”

“I’m not sure if I was.” Lena was used to the doubt. She had been stuck with it ever since she was adopted and took on the Luthor name.

“Why is that exactly?”

“Your views. They are wonderful. But I feel that you are optimistic. That you will not be able to make them happen as easily as you think they will.”

“One thing I have learned Ms.Danvers-“

“Kara, please.”

“One thing I have learned, Kara” Lena smiled as the name rolled off her tongue. “Is that things rarely come easy.”

Crossing her arms Lena continued when she saw Kara’s eyes soften. “I just want to make a difference, you understand that?”


Lena finally broke eye contact as she saw Jess motioning off to the side.  “I do have a question for you though Ms. Luthor-“



“Unfortunately Kara. I have to keep making rounds. But…how about I take you out to dinner?” Lena smirked, lightly biting down her bottom lip. “And you can ask me anything you want.” Lena signalled Jess to approach.

“Jess, can you give Kara my card? And write my personal number on it please.” Lena mouth twitched as she watched Kara’s lips fall open slightly in surprise. “I hope this isn’t the last time we talk.”

Kara took the card from Jess was she watched Lena walk away smiling to a couple she moved towards. “I hope not either.”

Half Asgardian

A/N I haven’t posted anything in awhile and I had this as an idea. I hope you lovelies enjoy.

Warnings: Fluff, cursing probably 

I pulled my suitcase across the wet pavement with one hand and kept a hold of the letter inside my jacket with the other. Holding onto it instead of putting it inside my suitcase made me feel safer. I stood in front of the large house. How have I not been attacked by their security yet? I knocked on the door and there was no answer. Instead it swung open and I stepped inside.

“Hello can I help you?”

“Mr.Fury…. oh my gosh its such an honor to meet you. Oh sorry I’m here to see Mr.Stark.” 

“How did you get in? The door was locked. Why do you need to see Mr.Stark?”

“The…. it opened by itself. I have a letter for him from my mom. She sent me here and told me to give it directly to him.”

“And who are you?”

“Y/n, y/n l/n”

“Can I see the letter?” He asked reaching for it.

“My mom said to hand it directly to Mr.Stark.”

“Is it something dangerous?”

“I don’t think so? I hope not….. She just told me it was a letter. Her last instructions to me was to give this directly to Mr.Stark.”

“Is she still alive?”

“I don’t know. She left a note on the fridge and told me she left this note for him and to take my stuff here and if I couldn’t stay here to go find one of my friends.She wasn’t in the house anymore and I haven’t been able to get into contact with her.”

“Do you know what the letter says?”


“Why don’t we open the letter together so we know that there isn’t anything dangerous in it first. Not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t, and you also don’t know what is in the letter. We both can read it and then you can give it to Mr.Stark.”

I opened the letter and Fury stood over my shoulder.

Dear Tony Stark,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. If you are receiving this it means that I have left and probably will not come back, whether it is because I’m dead or can not come back. After one of your parties we shared together, the night I left was because I discovered I was pregnant. My daughter, our daughter Y/n will be the one giving this letter to you. I would prefer you don’t tell her who you are to her, but I won’t be there to stop you. Please take care of her. She is a good kid and smart like her father. 

Warmest Regards,

Y/m/n y/l/n

“Oh my God….” I said under my breath.

“Well I’ll get him down here.” Fury said and I didn’t move. I couldn’t. Tony Stark was my father. There was a picture with the letter of him and my mom. They both looked young and happy.

“Y/n this is Tony Stark.” I handed him the letter and I slowly got feeling back into my body.

Tony sat down holding the letter carefully in his hands. Silence filled the room.

“I erm…. she never told me. I’m sorry for springing this up on you . I didn’t know til a few minutes ago.” I told him.

“Do you know which friend would be able to take you in?”  Fury asked me.

“ I have a few that I can call.” I told him pulling out my phone.

“What no. She’s my child I’ll take her in.” Tony said jumping up and grabbing my phone from me.

“You don’t even know if this woman was actually telling the truth. Even if she was  you really want to take a child into your kind of life?” Fury asked.

“You’re saying you don’t see the resemblance of me in her? And no I’m not making her an Avenger and she needs a home anyway.”

“She’s going to get hurt sooner or later.” 

“Kid do you wanna stay here? I promise no one is going to hurt or bother you while I’m here.” Tony said looking at me.

Pepper walked into the room. “Who is that?” 

“Someone whose mother claims to be Stark’s daughter.” Fury answered crossing his arms obviously wanting to get rid of me fast.

“Are you sure?” She asked.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y” Stark said and all of a sudden a cotton swab went into my mouth and Mr.Stark’s.

“Paternal test complete. Mr.Stark you are the father.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.  said.

“Ok so you are her father. Doesn’t mean you should keep her. We can send her to a safe location where she can continue school.” Fury said leading me away and to the door.

“I already finished high school.” I told him.

“ Aren’t you like 14 kid?” 


“And are you in college?” Fury raised an eyebrow to me.

“Online yea. I was planning on working for S.H.I.E.L.D. one day.” I told him.

“See she should stay here and learn all she can. She’s my daughter Fury. I never knew about her. Let me take her in now.”

Fury sighed. “And who is gonna take care of her when you go on a mission?”

“ I will.” Pepper said. 

“You’ll take care of her?” Fury asked skeptically.

“Yea, she’s 16. Smart, was the top of her class, no criminal record, i doubt she’ll be any trouble.”  I felt my heart swell. They wanted me. They could toss me to my friends and get on with their lives, but they wanted to keep me. I hugged Pepper without thinking. She hugged me back. 

“Here lemme get your stuff kiddo.” Mr.Stark said and dragged my stuff.

I stared at the ceiling in the room they had given me. This bed was the softest bed I have ever laid on, but I still couldn’t sleep so I got up and walked to the main room. 

“Hello.” I jumped into a defensive position at the voice.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m Bruce.” 

“Y/n. What are you doing up at this hour? Its like 3 in the morning.”

“Working on a project with your dad.What are you doing? Don’t you have school tomorrow?”

“Nope. I graduated already. Where are you guys working at?” 

“Downstairs, but I don’t think it would be wise for you to….. ok.” He said as I walked down the stair case with him following. I opened the door and saw Tony working on his suit.

“Y/n why are you up? You’re a teenage you’re suppose to be in bed.”

“I couldn’t sleep. What are you working on?”

“ My suit. I’m putting in some upgrades.”

“Need help with anything?”

“Nope I got Bruce.”

“Really because it looks like your hand is stuck between the gears.” I told him looking at the leg of the ironman suit.

“I’m not stuck….” 

Bruce held back a smile.

“Oh yea proof it.” I said crossing my arms and waited for him to pull out his hand.

“I don’t need to proof anything I’m working I have to keep my hand in here because I’m working.”

“Then amuse me by removing your hand from it.”

He tried to pull his hand from the gears. He stood up and put his foot against the leg and pulled ending up with him crashing into a million things “Well shit.”

“ You were saying?” I asked and helped him pull his hand from out of the gears and picked up some of the mess.

“ Thank you. Now I think you should go to bed.”

“Wait her hands are small enough and she’s more competent then some of your  tools. You should let her help.”


“ Ok ok you can help with this one thing then back off to bed.” Tony told me.

“Mkay what do you need me to do?”

“Put your hand in here and turn the knob all the way at that back.” He said handing me the leg.

I reached within the leg and felt the knob. I screamed a little bit to scare him and ended up laughing. “ I’m sorry. You were just acting so tense. There I did it.” I said laughing.

“NOt funny y/n.”

“It was a little bit.” I told him. “If I did get hurt trust me it would be louder than that and there would be curse words stringing from my mouth.”

“Haha now go to bed kiddo. You need your sleep.”

 “Alright. Good night.” I said walking back upstairs. I still didn’t feel to tired so I decided to make some tea for both me and them. 

“What are you doing still up?” Pepper asked coming into the kitchen.

“I couldn’t sleep so I went to see what Tony and Bruce were doing, helped a little bit, then came back up. Now I’m making tea. Do you want some? I was making them some as well.”

“Yes. Sugar and honey please.” she said yawning and leaning against the counter.

I handed her a cup and then took two mugs downstairs. I set them away from the equipment and Bruce saw giving a quiet thank you before drinking his. I headed back upstairs.

“This is good.” Pepper said sipping her tea.

“Thank you.” I said drinking my own. “So why are you up?”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me you were up and I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“Thank you.”

“Y/n why did you hug me when I said you could stay? Did you expect us to kick you out?” Pepper asked and I sat on the counter opposite of her.

“I don’t know what I expected. I definitely not that no. I figured Tony had enough on his plate. And honestly you could’ve easily told me to go live with my friends.” 

“That would’ve been what Fury wanted to do, but Tony and I are a little more open minded.”

“Why did you have F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell you when I got out of bed?”

“I didn’t know how you would take to living here.”

“Yea no this place is great. There is lots of room and is nice.”

“It is. I think you’ll really like living here.”

“I think so too. “

Pepper and I talked till the sunrise and Tony and Bruce came upstairs. 

“I’m getting hungry. Do you want some pancakes?” I asked Pepper.

“No its ok y/n you don’t have to cook.”

“Honestly I’m ok with cooking. I promise I’m not a bad cook.” I told her as Tony and Bruce slumped on the other chairs.

“Did you guys finish whatever it was you were working on?” Pepper asked as I got started on the pancakes.

“Yea and the Avengers are probably going to be up in about half an hour so I need coffee.” Tony said getting up tiredly.

“Pepper do you want anything in your pancakes? Chocolate chips, bananas, blueberries, anything? And you’re not allergic to vanilla or cinnamon right?”

“No and chocolate chips are fine.” She said.

“Do you guys want pancakes?” I asked Tony and Bruce.

“That sounds better than a granola bar. Yes please. Blueberries please.” Bruce said rubbing his eyes of sleep.

“Tony?” I asked flipping Pepper’s pancakes and mixing Bruce’s batter.

Tony looked at the batter as if he was deciding.

“Yea. And thank you for the tea you made this morning.” He said then sat at the island with the other two. I put Pepper’s pancakes on a plate and put Bruce’s pancakes in the pan before giving them to her.

“I don’t know what kind of syrup you like or what toppings you want soooo.” I proceeded to put all the toppings and syrups I found on the island. She put syrup on her pancakes and proceeded to bite into them as Tony and Bruce drank their coffee slowly. I turned and flipped Bruce’s pancakes and started on Tony’s batter. A few minutes later Bruce’s pancakes were done. 
“Y/n I don’t know what you did, but these are the best pancakes I’ve had.” Pepper said. I smiled and flipped Tony’s pancakes.

“Hey kid. How’d you like to go to meet the Avengers?” He asked as I slid the pancakes in front of him. He put strawberries and chocolate chips on his.

“I would love it. “ I said making my own pancakes.

“Well the first one will probably be up in 5 minutes.”

“Should I make them breakfast too?” I asked.

“They have to ask nicely.” Tony said digging into his pancakes.

“Who is the first to wake up?”

“Steve should be in here in about 5…4…3…2…”

“Morning guys. Who is that?” Steve asked walking over to the island.

“My daughter.” Tony said.

Steve looked at me and back at him.

“Since when?” 

“Since 16 years ago.”

“ Andddd she just now shows up?”

“I just came yesterday. Pancakes?” I asked him

“No thank you. I just need to get some coffee.” He said going to the coffee pot. 

I dug into my pancakes. About an hour later the next few Avengers woke up. 

“That’s Rhodey, he’s like a brother to me,there is Wanda, that’s Natasha and Clint and that’s Sam and the one yielding the big hammer is Thor.”

“Why does it smell sweet in here?” Natasha asked.

“I made pancakes earlier. If you guys want I can make you guys some. I didn’t know if you would want any and if you did I didn’t know what you would want?” 

“Who are you?”

“Avengers this is my daughter and she makes amazing pancakes.” Tony said wrapping his arm around me.

They all kind of just stood there.

“Sup lil Stark. I’ll take you up on your offer of pancakes. Hopefully you cook better than your father does.” Rhodey said smiling and sitting at the island.

“One time Rhodey. One time I set the oven on fire.”

Everyone else agreed to have pancakes and Natasha watched me as I made them. After breakfast they all scattered so they could train. I got ready for the day and about two hours of doing my online college I got bored and decided to wander around and watch them train.

I stumbled across Wanda and Clint training first. I sat off on the side lines and watched in amazement. It was very cool to watch. 

The door swung open after an hour and a half and a frantic teenage boy ran in.

“Sorry I’m late for training. There was a mugger and a crazy cat lady….”

“Think fast Parker.” Clint shot an arrow at him 

“Whoa.” He caught it.

“Take a break Wanda. I’ll take on Parker.” Clint said and Wanda came and sat next to me.

“Who is that?” I asked

“That’s Peter. He’s Spiderman.”


“Yea. He’s around your age.”

“That’s amazing he can do all of that.” I said motioning to his flips and swinging.

“You think he’s cute.”

“SHHHHH Wanda jeez.” I said playfully smacking her. “And he’s not bad looking…” I said quieter making her laugh.

“You should talk to him after.”

“I’m sorry who me?”

“Yes you.”

“What do I even talk about?”

“ I don’t know ask him what school he goes to or if he wants to see a movie.”

“Wanda your turn.” Clint said coming to switch spots with Wanda.

“Hey Clint.”

“He like’s Star Wars. In case you were wondering” Clint said taking a drink from his water bottle.

“Why do you think I was wondering?”

“Because I have a daughter and I know the look.”

“You have a family?”

“I do. But its on the down low so shhhh.”

“ I think that’s nice you have a family. You have something to go home to. “

“Yea. But anyways just talk about anything geeky with him. Star Wars, atomic particles anything really.”

“Lucky I grew up with and love Star Wars.” I smiled 


“Clint!” I whispered yelled.

“Wha?!” Wanda knocked him off his web and he hit the floor with a thud.

“Clint look what you did.” I told him.

“I didn’t do it Wanda did it. He should be able to multitask.” I went to help him up.

“Who are you?” He asked getting back to his feet.

“The Star Wars geek Clint yelled about.” I told him blushing.

“I-I’m Peter.”


Having tea with Pepper in the mornings had become a routine as the month progressed

“So do you have a thing for Peter?” Pepper asked with a small smile on her face.

“What? Why would you say that?” I asked smiling.

“Because you cling around him more than anyone else.”

“He is the only one around my age. And hey I hang out with you and Wanda alot.”

“Mmmmmmmhmmmmm. You can tell me if you do you know. I’m not going to tell him.” She said not believing my story.

“I meannnnnnnnnnnnn……. Maybe a little.”

She started laughing “I knew it. So are you going to do anything about it?”

“I mean what can I do about it? He’s busy being a superhero.”

“You could always enroll at his school.”

“ Back to highschool? I barely survived the first time. And I would be behind in work since its almost 2nd semester.”

“Why don’t you go with Happy and go check out the school. Happy is picking up Peter today anyway.”

“I guess checking it out couldn’t hurt.”

“Good now go Happy is waiting for you.”

Happy drove up to the school and wandered around the school with me. 

“Excuse me can I help you?” One of the teachers stopped to ask.

“Huh, oh I was just looking around to see if I wanted to come to this highschool.”

“Oh would you like a small tour?”

“I… sure…” I told her. She took us outside so we could go to a different part of the building. There was a big group of students huddling around in a circle and screaming.

“What the…” The teacher asked. Happy put a hand on my shoulder to keep me from going into the circle. The teacher tried to barge her way through the circle, but was pushed out. “COME ON GET UP PENIS PARKER!”

I quickly slid out of Happy’s grip and into the crowd. I elbowed people and slid through the nooks and crannies. I finally got to the front and saw Peter on the ground. 

“Look Flash I’m not in the mood. I have places to be.” Peter said starting to pick his stuff up.

“Where do you have to be? Back to your “Stark internship”? Have you even met Mr.Stark?” Flash kicked Peter.

“HEY!” I yelled walking to the middle of the circle.

“Who are you?” Flash asked.

“The question is more like who the fuck do you think you are?” I said getting in his face.

“Awww look Penis Parker has a dorky little friend.” I socked him in the jaw sending him to the ground.

“How about the next time you use what little brain power you have before you pick on someone.” I told Flash and helped Peter up. He held his side and I picked up a few of his books

“Bitch.” Flash said from the ground spitting out blood.

“Next time I won’t be so nice.” I told him and pushed our way out of the crowd and back to Happy. 

“Are you ok?” I asked Peter as we got into the car.

“Yea i’m ok.”

“Why didn’t you fight back?”

“I don’t want to blow my cover.” Peter told me.

“Well you don’t have to completely kick his ass. Just get a good hit in.” I told him.

“Yea thanks for that by the way. You got him good.”

We talked and kept trying to get Happy to laugh the entire ride back to the tower.

“Yea no I’m going to highschool.” I told Pepper when I got home.

“That good huh?”

“That bad.” I showed her my now bruised knuckles.

“What happened?” She said walking over to me.

“It was awesome she hit Flash and he went down like a rock.” Peter said.

“Who is Flash?”

“No one important. I’m okay Pepper. Really. Honestly I’ve had worse.” I told her.

“What? When???” She asked

“When I was not living here.” I told her.

“Well here is some ice. I don’t want to see something like this happen again young lady.” I grinned.

“Maybeeeee..” I told her and she hugged me kissing my forehead.

Today was a day off from school and Pepper was at a meeting and Tony was downstairs working and I was by myself in the main room.

I sat at the piano and waited for Pepper to come back from her meeting. I pressed a few keys and made sure no one was watching before I started playing it.

“You can play piano? Who taught you?” Tony asked standing behind me and I jumped a little because I didn’t realize he had walked into the room.

“I taught myself.”

“Was there anything you didn’t teach yourself?”

“My abc’s, how to read, how to tie my shoes and all that good stuff.” His face dropped.

“I’m sorry. You must’ve thought I was a shit dad for not being there. I didn’t know. She never contacted me. I would’ve….” 

“Don’t beat yourself over it. She didn’t take care of me much either. Don’t get me wrong I do love her, she has always been the partying type and knowledge has been my survival skill. And if its any consolation you and Pepper are already above her on my list. You actually show an interest.” He pulled me into an unexpected hug.

“I don’t do this very often, but Pepper told me you were a hugger.” I hugged him back.

“You don’t have to hug me if you don’t want to you know.” I told him.

“I want to hug my daughter.” He said.

“Y/n I’m back…. oh.. Hey Tony did you finish up on the project down stairs?” 

“I did. Why don’t we go out to eat tonight?”

“Y/n was going to make cookies for desert.”

“Uncle Rhodey!” 

“Sup lil Stark.”

“I made cookies you want some?” 


“How are the legs feeling?”

“They feel like they did before the crash.”

“That’s good. I’m glad to hear you’re not in pain.”

“These are …….so good.” he said shoving more into his mouth.

“ I smell cookies where are they at? Did y/n make them???” Sam said walking into the kitchen. Rhodey took the plate and started to walk away with it.

“None for you bird brain.”

“Im going to have to make another batch for tonight huh?” I asked Sam and he nodded.

After dinner that night I got a felt a wave of something hit me. I missed my mom. I stole the picture that was in the envelope with the letter and headed to one of the training rooms. I sat and just stared at it trying to focus on all the details.

“Lady y/n is everything ok?”  Thor asked sitting next to me. I hid the picture

“I…. it’s nothing.”

“Is it about your mother?”

“Yea…… I jjust want to know if she is alive or if she isn’t and what happened.”

“Y/n….. I knew your mother.”


“I don’t know if she ever told you, but she is or was Asgardian like me.”

I sat there silent for a few moments. Asgardian. That would mean that I’m half Asgardian. 

“Does Tony know?”

“I don’t think he does.”

“Do you think he’ll still want me if he finds out?”

“Why would you think that Lady Y/n? Your father loves you very dearly.”

“I don’t know. Sometimes I get scared that they might wanna give me up.”

He hugged me. “They would be crazy to do so.”

“So does this mean I can lift Mjolnir.”

“If you are worthy yes.”

“I don’t want the answer to that question just yet. Do all Asgardians have super abilities?”

“Everyone of us has something special. In theory you should have abilities since you are half Asgardian. Have you shown any abilities that you excel in or been in any danger? Dangerous situations usually trigger dormant powers in those who are half Asgardian.”

“No. Soooo if I’m in a dangerous situation they might show?”


“Like a lightening strike?”

“Lady y/n….”

“Pleaseeee Thor? Just like a small one?”

Thor stood up and so did I. There was a bright light and I collapsed to the floor. My limbs felt heavy.



“Hey….” I said looking at Tony trying to prop myself up against the wall.

“Thor…. you better have a good ass explanation to why my daughter is on the floor and there are scorch marks on her.”

“She is half Asgardian and….”


 I felt my body being lifted and put on the couch, but I couldn’t really tell who it was because my vision was going blurry. What looked like Pepper’s face came into view.

“How are you feeling y/n?”

“Heavy…. Make sure dad doesn’t kill Thor.”


Tony’s face came into view.

“Dad don’t kill Thor. I asked him to.”

“Why?” he sighed. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I’m ok I just want to sleep.”

lol sorry not sorry for making it this long. There were also a lot of time skips.

Anyways let me know if you liked it. I enjoy hearing what you guys have to say. Have a good day my lovelies.

anonymous asked:

Can you do pastel!dan x punk!phil and they're in high school and phil is captin of the football team and like he rims dan after winning a game and dan wears skirts and panties this is long, okay please i need this thanksss

this is gonna be fun

contains: pastel!dan in a skirt wowee, punk!jock!phil, rimming, dirty talk, and imma throw in some daddy kink for fun

✨Dan began to sweat nervously as he saw the current score. The game was tied with about a minute left in the play. He watched his boyfriend, the star quarterback Phil Lester, run quickly with the football in his hands.

✨Dan always loved watching his lovely boyfriend in action. The way he ran so fast, yet so gracefully, the way he could avoid any tackle with ease, it was all so amazing to Dan.

✨Phil was focused on winning this game. He expertly dodged opposing players, sprinting with all his might to the 10 yard mark.

✨Time froze. Phil could hear feel his heartbeat in his ears. Suddenly all he heard was one voice. “You can do it, baby!” Dan called from the stands. Phil smirked. He had to win.

✨The whistle blew, signaling that the game had ended, Phil scoring the winning point. The crowd exploded, cheers and screams of victory flooding Phil’s ears. He smiled, looking around the stands to see his boyfriend clapping and smiling wide.

✨Good game, Lester.“ The coach smiled as he patted Phil’s back. He always took the longest and was the last to leave the locker rooms. "Thanks coach.” Phil beamed as he put his jewellery back in their places on either side of his bottom lip.

✨The coach shook his head. “Lose the piercings; you look like an emo girl.” Phil laughed as the coach made his exit, almost bumping into Dan. “Ah, Howell, your boyfriend is over there, putting his makeup on.” The coach teased, looking back at Phil and winking.

✨Dan ran over, squealing as he hugged his boyfriend. “I’m so proud of you, baby!” Dan gushed, kissing Phil’s cheek. Phil chuckled, placing his septum ring in place and screwing on the ball. “I couldn’t have done it without you, baby.” Phil sighed, kissing Dan’s neck. “The whole crowd was cheering me on, but I swear, I only heard you, baby.” He moved his kisses down to Dan’s sensitive neck, making him gasp.

✨"How can I ever thank you for your encouragement?“ Phil whispered, pressing a kiss to Dan’s ear. He shivered. "I-I dunno…” Dan gasped when Phil took his ear between his teeth and groaned. “Lay down, baby. I’m gonna go lock the door.” Phil growled.

✨Dan scrambled to lay down on the bench while Phil got up and locked the door. When Phil returned to see his lovely boyfriend splayed out on the bench, he let out a low moan. “So pretty for me, baby boy.” Dan blushed. “Thank you, daddy. Just for you.” He said, quietly, watching Phil stride over and sit on the other side of the bench.

✨Phil gently lifted Dan’s skirt. “Such a pretty skirt, baby boy. Remind me who got it for you?” Dan shivered, “You did, daddy.” Phil nodded, kissing Dan’s soft, pale thigh. “That’s right, baby. And who got you these lovely panties?” Phil said, running his thumb over Dan’s hardening cock. Dan gasped at the sudden contact before squeaking, “You, daddy!”

✨Phil had the perfect idea on how to thank Dan for helping him win. “Spread your legs for me, baby. Daddy wants to eat you out.” Dan obliged, also gently lifting his butt so Phil could take his panties off. Phil pulled them down in one smooth motion, pushing Dan’s thighs back so he could see his boyfriends ass.

✨Phil lapped his tongue against Dan’s hole, making Dan shiver and moan. Phil loved his boyfriend’s strong reactions as he gently licked around the tight ring of muscle. Dan groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Feels so good, daddy.” He said quietly. Phil gently circled Dan’s ass before pushing his tongue inside, making Dan moan loudly. “Oh God, daddy more.” Dan begged.

✨Phil wrapped a hand around Dan’s hard member, gently stroking him as he worked his magic with his tongue. Dan was moaning loudly and writing around, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

✨"Gonna cum, daddy.“ Dan choked out as Phil quickened his hand movements and flicked his tongue a little harder. With a strained moan, Dan came all over his pink skirt, gasping and shaking with pleasure.

✨Phil pulled his face away from Dan’s ass, smiling at his breathless lover. "Was that a nice enough reward for cheering for daddy?” He asked, gently kissing the younger boy. Dan nodded, pulling Phil in for a hug. “I love you, Philly.”

I loved writing this I think this is my most favorite one yet

🌊send me hcs🌊

Things that happened at BronyCan

Well another BronyCan has come and gone. Tragically this was also the last one.

I wanted to put the highlights down so I could always remember them. Some funny and interesting moments. In no particular order.

I ran out of time to make original prints so I used previous art I’ve done. One of them was a Mei pony which sold amazingly because coincidentally a Short came out featuring her. Lucky me!

I realized I had been selling a Luna picture (the “upsies”) without ba horn the entire con

I sold every single “Angry Twilight” neck pin

When MA Larson came through the vender hall he took one look at the Angry Twi pins and said “What the F”

Peter New laughed at the pins

Someone put in a commission and didn’t pay me and never collected it

Someone put in a commission and DID pay me and never collected it (If thats you and you’re reading this 100% man I will refund your money hit me up with your Badge name)

Twenty four people bought a raffle ticket but only one guy showed up for the raffle. I felt bad when he didn’t win.

Someone put in a commission and left their iPad on the table

Someone asked me to mail their commission to them and paid extra for the stamp (That’s on its way soon btw friendo)

I showed up to a Creatives Meetup and no one else showed so I left a sad TJ Horse that said “In memory of TJ. The only guy who showed”

Later on a group of artists who found it tracked me down to draw.

We usurped Buck Legacys unused table to draw on.

I let someone Browse my new sketchbook even though it’s 90% cringey bad hungover doodles. I dont think they were impressed.

There was a really great Sunset Shimmer cosplay. Really hit the nail on the head.

The Voice Actress for Starlight Glimmer (One of my favorite ponies) came to my booth and told me my ponies were cute. I didnt recognize her and just said. “Oh. Thanks” ….uuuhg

I met Couch Crusader and some of his friends. They were all really cool.

I ran out of Print Sleeves because im a dumb newbie at Vending and Maxwell Hobbes was nice enough to give me a bunch for free.

I chit chatted with a nice lady who had a bit of trouble getting her merchandise into Canada as she was waiting on her husband. Her husband turned out to be BronyDanceParty which was cool.

After I finished in the vender hall I went to the pub alone to have dinner and unwind a little and was instead acosted by an angry man who swore to me he had the cure to AIDS and Cancer and that he had a 300 disc documentary series on Sharks that made him a greater expert than any marine biologist.

I had a beer and some nachos with some cool folks including Hobbes and Fisher as well as someone from Babscon

There was a really big Plushie at the Babscon table I really wanted to steal. I still do actually.

Someone offered me 700 dollars for the handmade Brownie Plush an amazing fan gave to me the previous year. I just could not accept their offer though.

I thought 10 Brownie Bun Plushies was an overkill order. Turned out I should have probably gotten 20.

No one ever refered to me as “TJPones” but on at least 10 occasions I was refered to as “TJ Ponies”

Everyone thought my back issues were gone but actually I was just popping my leftover painpills every morning. Fake it till you make it baybee!

I got into a 1 hour long debate over wether or not Applejack likes apples. I wont even try to explain.

Thats about everything.

What a ride.

viii. “what the fuck happened to your face?”

This has been sitting in my ask for a few weeks. I apologize for not being able to write this anytime sooner but you know, college sucks. Please, don’t feel like I’m ignoring you, I promise I’ll be finishing everything I’ve got left. Anyway, here it is. I hope you like it. Please let me know if you don’t like it, or if you think the smut part wasn’t right. I don’t usually write smut that’s “explicit” but I want to give it a try, and I need to know what direction to take.

“What the fuck happened to your face?” you asked, bewildered.

“Not now, love.” Harry warned you, avoiding your eyes for all he’s worth. Even if he had succeeded, you had already seen it. His face was a mess, his hair was disheveled and he had an horrendous purple eye.

“’Not now’? The fuck is wrong with you! You’re not pulling that ‘not now, love’ when your face looks like shit!”

“Charming to the last, aren’t you?” He asked, raising his bloody eyebrow with a hint of annoyance in his gaze, only to be replaced by a look of pain.

“At least let me help you, you ass.”

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anonymous asked:

Supercorp: finally

Thanks for your prompt!

Kara sat on the couch of Lena’s office, scribbling into her notepad. She had been assigned to do a profile on Lena Luthor for CatCo’s ‘Women in Power’ segment. Lena had requested Kara personally, so Snapper had angrily, and begrudgingly, given Kara the piece. Kara had gotten there about a half hour ago to begin the interview.

When she had walked in, she was shocked to find that Lena had ordered potstickers. Enough for the both of them. Well, enough for two human women, but Kara wasn’t about to complain at the nice gesture. Now, after they’d eaten, both women sat on the couch as Kara conducted her interview.

Lena, was growing desperate. She didn’t know how many hints she could drop. She wasn’t even being rejected, Kara was just so oblivious. She didn’t know how much clearer she could be, but evidently it still wasn’t enough for Kara to take the hint. So she decided that throwing any remaining trace of subtlety out the window as her only option.

She waited for a perfect opening, and it came when Kara said, “Sorry, I don’t really think this is anyone’s business but my boss says I have to ask. Do you have a significant other in the picture?”

So Lena placed her hand on Kara’s arm, lowered her voice an octave, and purred, “Why? Would you like the position?”

Kara blinked a couple of times, before squeaking out, “Are you flirting with me?”

Finally, Lena thought.

anonymous asked:

can you do a one shot of someone attempting to manipulate dark and winning?

(I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but this is what came to my mind when I saw your ask!)

“Hello, Host,” Dark whispers sweetly. It’s always sweetness with him, the Host thinks, like he’s trying to rot your teeth out verbally. “It’s so nice to have you in my humble office again. What brings you by?”

The Host sits awkwardly in the leather chair across from Dark’s desk. He can smell cinnamon and apples, Dark’s favorite kind of candle, oddly enough, and it messes with his perceptions of the room. “I wanted to talk to you about Amy, Dark. I want you to leave her alone.”

Dark has the audacity to look amused, like the Host is a little child asking for a piece of candy. That’s all the Host is to Dark, a naïve little child. “Please, Dark. She’s not a threat to you. She’s just a nice girl mixed up with us because she cares.” He let the tears he cannot cry show through in his voice.

The gray Ego laces his fingers together slowly. “Host, am I mistaken or are you trying to tell me how to run this organization? Everything I do is for the best. Are you really questioning my actions?” Dark’s form jerks out of position in a spasm of anger before returning abruptly to normal.

The Host sighs within himself. He had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this. “Darkiplier feels his muscles go stiff against his control. He is unable to move without the Host’s consent.” Dark stiffens visibly, and his eyes alight with surprise. “Yes,” Host hums, “Dark did not know that the Host possessed this power, but that is because the Host let Dark assume that he was weak.”

Host stands and strides over to Dark’s side of the desk, opens a drawer, and pulls out Dark’s gun. “But the Host is done trying to keep his superior away from Miss Amy, so he is forced to take action.” The Host presses the cold metal of the gun into Dark’s temple and sighs. “But the Host doesn’t like to kill. It doesn’t please him, so he is going to give Dark one more chance.”

The Host leans down and whispers into Dark’s ear. “Leave Amy Nelson alone.”

Mukami Family Headcanons Pt.2 :3

 If kou catches anyone so much as humming one of his songs he will tease them relentlessly about it for days (yUMA MAD)

 Ruki sometimes gets headaches (from thinking too much lol) so Kou thought it would be nice to make dinner for them instead of him… unfortunately Kou can only bake and cant cook for shit, so he called in azusa. Long story short they almost burned the kitchen, giving Ruki a bigger head ache. In the end he came down and they decided for take out.

Yuma, Kou and Azusa bought Ruki a #1 dad mug as a joke for fathers day. He still drinks from it.

 “Azusa, I’m going shopping, you need new clothes right?”

“No… thank, you…Ruki. I have…enough sweaters.”

Yuma comes stomping down the stairs: “OIII, does anyone know where my- AHA!!! SO YOU’RE THE ONE WHOSE BEEN STEALING ALL MY SWEATERS, AZUSA!!!”

“They’re big…and…warm.”

Ruki then began wondering whether his missing knitted pajamas also somehow ended up with azusa.

 Ruki developed a habit of reading in quiet dark places as to not be disturbed. And sometimes he gets so engrossed in the book he doesnt hear his brothers calling for him. This has resulted in ruki being accidentally stepped on, bumped into, or causing his brothers to scream many times (cause he’s literally just sitting in the dark in the middle of a room when they flick on the light whats not to scream about)

 Surprisingly enough, sometimes the sakamakis visit. usually at unexpected times, and its usually laito or subaru. 

- Laito just randomly leaves his house and heads over to the mukami’s during lunch time (Azusa didn’t mind, and kou depending on his mood, it took yuma a while to chill about it tho- but since he came so often Ruki allowed him to stay as long as he’s tolerable. As soon as he’s his pervy self he GONE)

- Subaru rarely visits, but when he does it’s to completely get away from his brothers for a while. Yuma sometimes agrees to let him wander around his garden but not to touch anything. He also doesn’t tell Kou because he understands Tsunbaru needs some time alone- that is until Kou looks out the window and goes over to pester him. 

- Ayato did visit with laito once for lunch, but only ONCE because he made the mistake of insulting Taylor swift, to which kou took great offence to and ended up blasting her songs infront of ayatos bedroom window. He only left when Reiji got in touch with Ruki to tell him about Kou’s whereabouts-

“Please…take him back. I know we don’t need sleep but I’m getting a headache.”

Can I kiss you?

A scene from the fic i wrote for harry’s birthday. You can ready the entire thing here

Draco was just on his way to the patio with a tray of juice when he was roughly pulled into an adjacent room. Several glasses toppled over and Draco’s crisp white shirt was suddenly orange. “What the-”

“Oh! Sorry Draco, uhm, Malfoy. I didn’t mean to…” Harry, it was always Harry, stammered. Draco didn’t even try to suppress his eye roll.

“What do you want, Potter?” He asked coldly, eyeing the flustered man with disdain. He hated how his stomach still did a salto at the sight of him. He should hate Harry for the stunt he pulled the day before.

“An apology. Or apologise, to apologise I mean. Me to you, not the other way around, that would make no sense.” Harry nearly broke his tongue as he tried to get the words out. 

“No need for that.” Draco interrupted before the man could say he was sorry again. “Now if you-”

“Bye. I’m sexual. Not bi, I mean yes bisexual. Damnit I can’t talk with you. Around you I mean.” Harry put a frustrated hand through his hair but still kept his eyes fixed on Draco. They were filled more with frustration than sorrow as far as Draco could see in the half dark room, but that didn’t make the jumbled up words any easier to understand. 

“What are you talking about?” Draco asked a bit lost. Going from carrying juice to attending the messiest coming out ever was a bit much on the early morning, and he didn’t exactly follow Harry anymore. Harry looked like he didn’t exactly follow himself anymore either.

“I liked you. Like you, but like, I did that out of guilt. No I mean before the guilt. I’m not guilty, or no I mean… Shit I should have written this down I’m not making any sense.”

“Indeed you’re not.” Draco said slowly, taking a step backwards. His knees immediately met the bed behind him and he nearly fell. The impact let him drop the tray with juice on the floor. He flinched at the sound, it really was too early for this. 

“Can I kiss you?” Harry asked out of the blue, again. To his credit there were a lot more emotions in the question now, but Draco wasn’t that easily persuaded. 


“Because I want to. You’re hot. And nice, like in a nice person. I mean you’re still a dick sometimes, but in a nice way?” The last line came out more as a question than a statement. “Please I’m not making a very good case here but it’s not out of guilt or anything I promise.” Harry awkwardly bit his lip. “Please?”

Draco pondered on the question. On one hand he really wanted to kiss Harry, on the other hand his life was complicated enough without co-parenting an eight year old werewolf with his ex-rival and ex-lover, and he didn’t think Teddy would be able to bear Draco getting sad again. But then he thought about Teddy’s face when the little guy would find out about him and Harry. How happy he would be if it did work. How much he needed something positive now that his transformations kept getting more painful. He sighed, and gave in.

“Give it your best shot, Potter.”

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Care of a Magical Slytherin: Draco x Reader

**You are extremely talented in Care of Magical Creatures, Draco however is not. Dumbledore and Hagrid assign you to help Draco pull up his grade. Enjoy!**

You sat at a table in the back corner of the library waiting for the infamous Draco Malfoy. You had just been assigned to the job of tutoring him for Care of Magical Creatures the class you excelled in. You had read Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them like 20 times you knew every detail front to back. After that you went on to many other magic-zoology books and memorized them as well. Animals loved you, you weren’t sure why but they were always drawn to you. You were skimming the latest issue of The Quibbler as you waited for Draco. You look at the clock it was 3:50! Draco should have been there 20 minutes ago. About 10 minutes later Draco Malfoy strolls into the library, a green apple in his hand.

“What are you doing?” You questioned him.

“You’re supposed to help me study, remember?” He replied cockily.

“Yes I remember you twit! You were supposed to be here a half an hour ago!” You were shouting.

“SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH,” that came from the librarian, who’s name was escaping your mind at the moment.

“Wow Y/n getting in trouble already,” Draco mocked shaking his head.

“Oh shove it Malfoy,” you retorted. Draco took a bite of his apple and sat down.

“Well, are you going to tutor me or not L/n?” Draco kicked his feet up onto the table. Your eyes shot daggers at him as you got out the monstrous book of monsters. You promptly stroked its spine as it opened up immediately. Draco’s eyes widened.

“How did you do that?” Draco was completely shocked.

“Well I stroked his spine and I don’t mock him,” you replied turning the pages.

“It’s a him?” Draco asked genuinely curious.

“Yes, Hagrid told me, and his name is Jared,” you finally found the lesson the class was working on.

“Oh, okay,” Draco took his feet off the table and scooted closer to you.

“Yeeeessssss?” You questioned. Draco was a little close for your liking.

“I couldn’t see,” Draco replied already reading the lesson. You couldn’t believe your eyes, Draco was actually interested!

You two spent the rest of your free period studying. Draco actually seemed genuinely interested in Magical Creatures. Just as the bell rang to signal it was time for lunch, you reached into your bag. You pulled out your copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them and handed it to Draco.

“Here, I think you’ll like it,” you smiled and surprisingly he smiled back.

“Thank you, I’ll give it back next week,” he looked at you one last time before his face went slightly pink as he muttered a goodbye and ran off to lunch. You shook your head and made your way to the great hall.

You went and sat down at the y/h table and coincidently you could see Draco from where you sat. He was reading the book you gave him, and he was barely even eating. You smiled and shook your head, maybe this isn’t going to be as hard as you thought.

Next week came by quick and again it was time for a tutor session with Draco. You strolled into the library about 10 minutes early so you could find a new book. As you walked back to your usual table to sit down your things you saw Draco sitting there his feet up, once again eating a green apple. You walked up and sat down your bag.

“Well, early are we?” You questioned smiling. Draco immediately took his feet off of the table.

“Well I didn’t have anything else to do,” Draco seemed anxious which was extremely odd for him but you ignored it. “Oh yeah,” Draco exclaimed. He reached into his robe pocket and handed you Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. “I really liked it, thank you,” Draco said genuinely. You took your book and smiled.

“I’m really glad you liked it, Newt Scamander is an amazing person,” you replied happily.

“I agree,” Draco smiled. You couldn’t believe the way he was acting! He went from a complete dickwad to an actually nice human being. It was so weird to you, how he could go from one extreme to the other. It didn’t bother you, you actually liked nice Draco. It was just odd.

~Draco’s POV~

Y/n has been zoning out for the past 5 minutes, just staring out the window. I took the chance to study the features of their face. It was perfect really. The e/c eyes, the adorable nose, the h/hl/c hair that pulled everything together. I had liked Y/n for awhile but I kept it hidden, I didn’t think I was good enough for them. Should I tell them? I thought as I gazed at Y/n’s face. Suddenly Y/n came out of their ‘trance’. I quickly looked away, I could feel the red slowly creeping up my cheeks.

~Y/n’s POV~

You shook your head and realized you had been zoning out the whole time! God that’s embarrassing! You looked over at Draco and just managed to see his head turn away quickly. You smirked. “Like what you see Malfoy?” You asked flirtatiously, for about two seconds before you started giggling up a storm. Draco’s face was bright red, you felt kinda bad. “Hey I was just kidding,” you told him holding your hands up like you were surrendering. You sat there for a moment awaiting Draco’s response, suddenly Draco grabbed the sides of your face gently and kissed you. Your eyes flew wide open, and then slowly shut as you melted into the kiss. Draco’s hands caressing your jawline as you two kissed. It was perfect, except when you heard a flash. Both of you backed away and looked to see Colin Creevey hiding behind his huge camera.

“Oh this will look great in my scrapbook!” Colin said running off. You and Draco both took off running, but holy shit for a small kid he sure was fast. You eventually gave up after Colin ran outside. You had you hands of your knees and your head hanging down. Draco stopped next to you, red faced and out of breath. He smiled, you smiled back.

“Hey ..(breath).. Y/n?”

“Yeah?” You replied lifting up your head.

“Would you..(breath) to go out sometime?” Draco asked very nonchalantly. You stood up, eyes slightly widened.

“…You know what, yes that sounds great,” you smiled brightly.

“Amazing, want to go grab some gilly water?” Draco asked holding out his arm.

“I’d love to,” you linked arms and walked away.

     All was well.

I keep having snippets of a story I’m not entirely sure what to do with or how to write, so I’ve been drawing a lot of them, and this was one. Just a sort of struggle between Tommy Jarvis and Jason Voorhees sometime during Tommy showing up to rescue the remaining counselors. (He’s gonna get out, he’s got a pocket knife X3) It also works with a small headcanon I have that Tommy’s got a bit of a phobia of people touching/grabbing him from behind, after the scene in 4 where Jason grabs him through a window.

I wasn’t sure which Jason to go with, and I didn’t get any responses when I asked so I just went with part 6; it works with the movie, and it’s just a nice bit of drama, though if I do end up writing something I’m still unsure if it’ll be part 6 or not. Either way I’m super proud of how Tommy’s face came out, and while I’m a little worried the pose isn’t dramatic enough, I think it works fairly well. The anatomy was a bit hellish but eh, it’ll do. XD

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The Unofficial Boneheads Family Portrait

As they would say in Monty Python, “and now for something completely different”…

Welp. After a few months, lots of hard work, and a few challenges, the Boneheads Family Portrait (or rather potraits) is finally here.

I am so sorry this took so long, with me being busy in my life and also trying to get it just right to my satisfaction. But, at least it’s finally here!

Honestly, I had a lot of fun making this. Sure, there were multiple challenges, but at the same time, I feel like I’ve accomplished so much.

Really wish I could see your reaction, Atomi. Hope you like this! This won’t be the last piece I submit.

((And yes, Brook is kneeling down in both pics.))

—Jack Anon

(Resend because I had to fix a few errors)

Real quick, it looks like there’s a 2nd image attached to your submission, but it’s not showing up. ^^;

Anyways, holy smokes this is amazing!! ^^ I think you did a really good job with this. At least form my own experience, group images aren’t easy to pull off, but I think you did a really nice job here. I love how Brook has to basically be on his knees in order to make sure he appears in the photo. Poor guy is too tall for his own good. XD By the way, I love how it’s called a family portrait, even though they’re all a group of friends. Stuff like friends considering each other family is an idea I can never get enough of. Anyways, thank you so much for all your hard work with this. I think this came out great!

First Date

Daddy!Derek and your teenage daughter going out on her first date and he makes the date really nervous. Requested by anon

“Derek would you please stop pacing?”
You ask your husband for what feels like the fifteenth time tonight.
“How are you not stressed out?”
“Because Laurence Daniels is a good kid.”
“Well with a name like Laurence I doubt he has a choice. Either be perfect or be a punk.”
“If I recall you were a bit of a punk when you were a kid.” You remind him as he paces back past you on the couch. You catch his hand and tug him gently down next to you. He drops down causing the seat to bounce, you wrap your arms around his waist and snuggle into him. He never could just relax when it came to your little girl.
“Mmm. We’re going to have the house to ourselves tonight. Hank is going to be out with Sarah and now Grace is going to be out with Laurence. I’m thinking some red wine and a bath sounds nice.” You tell him before kissing his jaw.
“Baby I think he’s here.” Sure enough you can see lights in the driveway so you let go of your husband and as he makes his way to the front door you make yours to your daughter’s room.
“Grace. Laurence is here.”
“You left him out there alone with dad?” She asks looking horrified.
“He’s not in the house yet.”
“Mom go! He’s going to embarrass me!” She cries as she throws some things into her purse.
“Alright alright.” You chuckle before heading out of her room. Sure enough when you get back to the front room Derek is staring the poor boy down. “Hi Laurence, Grace’ll be down in just a minute. You want something to drink?”
“No thank you ma'am.” You wrap your hands around Derek’s arm and squeeze gently.
“I want her home by 10:30. No later.”
“Yes sir.” Laurence swallows.
“If you lay a finger on her-”
“Derek stop it.” You say weaving your fingers through his.
“This is my baby girl we’re talking about.” You roll your eyes but Laurence looks like he’s going to be sick.
“Okay bye mom bye dad!” Grace cries as she comes bolting down the stairs. “I’ll be home by curfew! Aunt Penny already promised she wouldn’t track my phone. Love you!” She blurts as she drags a surprised looking Laurence out of the door with her.
“He’s a nice boy Derek.”
“Like hell Penelope isn’t gonna track her phone.” He says pulling his phone from his pocket.
“She already is.” You tell him passing him your phone. He grins down at you and kisses you soundly.
“I love you woman.”
“I know. I know.” You laugh as he kisses your neck. “I love you too.”
“Now, you said something about a bath?” He asks and you laugh as he pulls you up the stairs behind him.

Divided - Pt. 2

This is a direct sequel to Unexpected Guest.

Thanks to @mccoymostly for planting the little plot bunny in my head and being my idea bouncer and beta.

3,330 word(s) of some fun fluff, and some angst.

Leonard x Reader

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You groaned softly and blinked your bleary eyes open a few times and glanced at the chronometer. It was early still, 5am, you still had a couple hours before you had to be up. You were getting ready to flip over and go back to sleep, when you looked over and saw Leonard.

Somehow during the night, he’d managed to flip over, face smashed into his pillow, with an arm and leg dangling off the side of the bed, snoring softly, completely passed out. You grinned to yourself at the sight and gave a soft airy chuckle.

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Because I don’t want to hijack a super cute post, but it prompted some thinking here…

I don’t necessarily think that if Liam and Kaidan existed in the same game, they’d get along. I don’t think they wouldn’t get along, but I don’t necessarily see them being buddy buddy right away. Kaidan’s all about thinking about your choices, not cutting corners, and he’s very serious. He takes some time to let his guard down. Liam isn’t so much that way. He makes rash judgements and decisions that often result in some colossal fuckups. I think that a person like Liam would actually make Kaidan kind of anxious.

However, that being said, there’s enough in common. Both of them are pretty chill and nice and like grabbing beers and the like. They both came out to where they are to do some good, and make a difference. They just clearly approach it differently.

I think that what I personally see more is a relationship where Kaidan takes on almost a big brother approach. He’s got quite a few years on Liam and he probably remembers what it was like to be a bit younger, maybe confused, maybe trying to figure out who you are and what the best way to accomplish your goals is. He probably sees someone who has a lot of anger and fear inside, just like he did, and sees it being handled with rash emotional decisions, and knows that there can always be a cost to it. I think he would be more than happy to befriend someone who is so similar to him, and really be somewhat protective and caring for someone who is still learning the ropes and where they fit in.

And of course they’d get beers together and hang out, be bros, but I think that there’d be another level to it where Kaidan just really wants to look out for someone like Liam.


Hello, my loves, when I have free time my mind travels fast, so I came up with another Eric Fanfic. I really hope you guys enjoy it !!!!

Also a big thanks to my lovely @singingpeople that helped me a lot !!!!! Thanks, sweetie, it meant the world to me ! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

The sizzling of your blood dropping onto the coals was all you could focus on during your choosing ceremony.

Was it the best decision for you? Have you gone crazy? You didn’t know what to think anymore. Standing in front of the bowls your mind reeled with so many impressions all around you but it was too late for regrets.

“Dauntless!” Marcus Eaton, the abnegation leader yelled trying to keep his face impassive.

Knowing you and your parents he looked at you, the despise clear for you to see in his eyes. The abnegation leader mustered you with the same look he had thrown his own daughter fifteen minutes before.

You grew up with Melanie Eaton, went to school with her and you two were as much of a friend, as an abnegation could be. You knew all about the abuse she had suffered along with her brother that defected two years’ prior than the both of you.

You´ve been raised as the perfect abnegation, always putting others first, always invisible as the grey of your clothes made you fade into the background. You were never the most beautiful girl in the room, in fact, no one ever looked at you, so over the time, you learned to just keep to yourself. Not even Mel could break the walls you had built around you.

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C: Me and my mom were eating at this very high-end restaurant. Our waiter was a guy and he was really really cute. Attractive, well spoken, and he had a job which of course is definitely a plus. All evening while he was waiting on our table, we would sort of flirt with each other, even my mom noticed. He was so nice, he gave us dessert for free! So when it was time to tip him, I told my mom that we have to give him a big tip for being nice to us. As we were thinking about what to tip him, he came through with another dessert plate in a to-go box and personally gave it to me saying, “This is for you.” My heart literally melted. I thought to myself, “I wonder if he put his name and number in here.” But I waited till we got in the car. Sure enough, he out his name and number on a napkin in the bag along with the piece of cake. Me and my mom were screaming and laughing and acting how women act when a guy makes a move on them.

So I texted him later on that night and we talked for about a good month. I’ve never had a guy make the first move on me like that nor have I ever been pursued in that way. So I was thinking that this could be really genuine, and by the questions he was asking me as far as what I look for in a relationship and how i wanna be treated, I figured this guy really wants to be with me. I’ve never had a guy wanting to know so much about me the way he did. And I knew everything about him, his family, his hobbies, where he lives. Literally he told me everything and I told him everything. He seemed decent, he had his own place, living in a loft with his roommate in D.C, he runs two businesses. So he seemed like he was doing his own thing and not some kind of street bum. He even was planning on going back to school.

But then he all of a sudden stopped texting me. That was back in May and it’s now July. I was thinking he got arrested for weed because he has this weed business going on. For a long time I was worried he got caught. We know how the justice system is and we know they give people damn near life sentences for having weed. So the other day me and my mom went to the same restaurant he works at and he was working there. The image of health at that. I didn’t say anything to him and he didn’t say anything to me. I was very awkward and uncomfortable, and my mom said he probably was too. As I was waiting in the little lounge area for my mom to tip our waitress that night, he actually came through there and walked past me. It was no reason for him to do that because that was all the way at the front of the restaurant where the baked goods were sold. So basically he took the long way around to get back to the kitchen. *side eyes*

I’m really disappointed because what really attracted me to him was how he had the balls to approach me like a man and make the first move. My mom said, “Oh that won’t be the first” and “There’ll always be more men out there that’ll approach you like that”.” But she says that because it happens to her very commonly. Men don’t approach me for some reason, so given that he did it to me, I really felt he genuinely liked me. Idk what the deal with him is, but from April 17th when we first met, till now, I still kept the napkin he gave me with his name and number on it stuffed in my wallet. I kept it cause I had gotten a new phone and because I was waiting and hoping I would hear back from him in case he got in trouble and was bailed out and/or released. *sigh*

Break Part Three

Lance Tucker

Break Part Three

Warnings: sex, unprotected sex, oral, swearing, dry humping

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