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Metroid: Samus Returns for 3DS on September 15 ⊟ 

You GOT me, Nintendo! It’s a 2.5D Metroid with a combination of classic Metroid shoot/jump/bombing with some grappling stuff. It’s a sort of remake of Metroid 2

It’s developed by MercurySteam (Castlevania: Lords of Shadow), working with producer Yoshio Sakamoto.

BUY Metroid: Samus Returns (9/15), Metroid games and stuff

Swing the Wii Remote in a quick motion over your head to jump up and shoot- Whoop-Boooo Alright HUP-BAAHH!! Buckets! Hyup-HAAAH Kobe! Hup-Aahh KOBE! Jordan! Hup-Bah-Kobeeee!! Alright hup-BAAHH-KOBE!! KOBE!! Kobe. Kob- Kobe!! Buckets! Jordan? what is the metric Kobe! and its using to decide how Kobe! you make? KOBE BABY! KOBEBEEF! wha-why-   And- [LAUGHTER]   And Kobe!  what’s the math   Buckets! it’s doing to seeJordan! if you’re making the Jordan! shots Buckets! try Pippin?Oh yeah that’s it ¡Sccccottyyy Pippin! ScottyPippin! Charles BarkleeeYYyYYyyyyyyy! Larry Bird? Larry BiiiiIIIiiiiiird!! Larry Bird.

GOOD GOD WHAT’S THE DEAL.

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111. A (whispering): I really like you and want to kiss you a lot.
       B: What?
       A: I said you suck. 
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107. Do you live on Elm Street, because you’re a nightmare.

(yas! tom holland omg imma tear up! *tears up*) Here you go, love!! :)

Growing up in a family of boxers, you were never the typical girl who played with dolls and thought everything in pink. For your ninth birthday your uncle and your father bought you your first set of throwing knives. 

Every day from your Summer holiday you practised with them on the targets they placed to you in the backyard of your house. And with every year you were getting better and better, but your heart wanted more.

Yes, by the age of eighteen you have already mastered the art of blades, but you didn’t stop there. Your soul was saturated with lust for adrenaline and you were always looking for more.

This got the attention of some very dangerous people. Your confidence got the best out of you when in one night - outnumbered one to ten, you pushed yourself to your very limits, knocking out seven of your opponents, but on the verge of your strenght you were about to lose your life…

If it was not for Steve Rogers, whose attention you managed to capture after seeing you fight in this dark alley. He saved you back then and helped you get a grip of your unstoppable desire for adrenaline.

With his guidings you became not even a better fighter, but a better version of yourself and he was also seeing this. So when he told you The Avengers wanted you to join them and become one of them you were on the Seventh sky.

Things were alright for a few months. Though a part of the team your strongest bond was still with Steve. Tony and Steve were the people you admired the most, while Natasha’s training made you acknowledge the fact that it’s better to fight elegantly, and smart, not full of aggression and violence.

But nothing that’s too good can last forever.

Today was the day. The Avengers were a team no more and today you were about to face them, fight them, maybe even hurt some of them. As much as it pained you to stand there - a few feet away from Clint and Tony and all the people you admire and have fought side by side; at the end of the day you had to pick a side.

Steve has been there for you from the very start and so you were about to return him the favor - ready to fight until the last drop of blood.

However you couldn’t help but notice the new addition to the family. “So that’s him the new guy. ” - you said, eyeing the guy in red suit, though you didn’t know that behind his mask he was checking you out as well. 

Like fully checking you out. “Earth to Peter” - Tony’s robotic voice brought the boy back to reality - “We’re about to do some serious shit, can’t have you checking girls out all day” - “Sorry, Mr. Stark, won’t happen again”

Tony couldn’t roll his eyes more than that. Fortunatelly for you, you didn’t hear any of their conversation, because boy, that would have made things very awkward.

“Just like we talked about it”- Steve told you with a nod of his head “Roger that!” and you bolted to the left. “Ah, Mr. Stark?” - “Don’t ask kid, go!”

And so it begun.

Steve knew Tony would be looking for someone new to take your place on his team and told you to keep the new one out of their way, when you were done you could go back and help with the rest.

Sprinting forward you felt yourself losing your balance and in the matter of a second you were now in the air “Oh, shit” - you cursed, looking up, just as your body got slammed against a truck. “I’m so sorry about that! Didn’t mean to hurt–” you pushed your body up and jumped back to your feet, landing a blow on him.

He bent over, using this chance you threw yourself at him, twirling your legs around his neck and knocked him out on thr ground. He grunted in pain, but you waited not a single second - throwing a set of three knives at him, but he leaped up, shooting his webs to the wall behind you.

“Damn it!”- you hissed, teeth clenched. He was fast, you would give him that. “Please – I – really – don’t want – to hurt you!!” - landing a series of kicks and blows on him, his words were just a white noise to you - “But I guess you leave me no choice” - the next time you tried to jump at him with a kick he swung his web at your leg, capturing it and bringing you to the ground.

Shocked, you weren’t quick enough to escape his next attack, but he just jumped over you - shooting away more of his web - trapping you to the ground. You glared at him - “I’m Peter Parker by the way” - he introduced himself an obvious smile in his voice. “You’re very pretty, we should go out sometimes –”

You used his little talk to pick up a knife from your left boot and cut off your restraints and then tossing it at him, but he dashed to the side and dodged off your attack. Just in time for you to thrust yourself in the air, spinning around and strike him with anoter hard hit. 

He fell, rolling on the ground, just as you landed on the cold cement gracefully.
 Approaching him, you heard him groan in pain heavily. You knelt down and pulled his mask up.

Eyes narrowed because of the sunlight that was caressing his face ”So now that we fought and stuff is it safe for me to admit I really like you and want to kiss you a lot” he mumbled, a pained smile on his face, but you didn’t really pay attention - too interested in observing his face “What?”- you asked nonchalantly.

He just tilted his head back in desperation, hitting the floor with it - “I said you suck, like girl do you live on Elm Street, because your hits are nightmare, God, for a girl you really hit hard”.

He was rubbing the back of hit head with one hand. You stood up chuckling and throwing his mask back at him - “Lakeview Drive, 8 o’clock” - you said putting your knife back in your boot.

He just made a very confused “huh?” sound and you turned back at him with a wink - “If you’re still up for that date, pretty boy.”

Always (MET with FemReader) fluff

Originally posted by houseplantneglect

(( gif not mine - it’s cute dang ))

(A/n): I love youtuber requests. And I love platonic requests. I just like writing.

Request: I know you get a lot of youtube asks and you don’t have to do this but could you write about the reader is friends with mark, ethan, and tyler and like they’re walking around LA for whatever reason and some dude walks by and touches her butt and like Tyler becomes protective and ethan is calm but like stern and mark is mad but he’s calm and then like the three kinda scare the guy off and she thanks them then they go out for ice cream happy times. Sorry, and i also love your writing! Bye bye!

Warnings: Swearing and fluff tho

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“Guys, I swear, if we don’t go somewhere soon; I’m going to flip my shit.” (Y/n) moaned.

The three other men chuckled from around her.

“Aren’t you enjoying L.A, though?” Tyler taunted, flicking the side of the girls head lightly. She groaned even more.

“I am!” (Y/n) was quick to protest “It’s just so fucking hot!”

“It’s supposed to be,” Ethan chimed in, slipping his eyes across the multitude of shop signs “Don’t be such a baby, (Y/n).”

The (h/c) haired girl only huffed in return to Ethan’s comment. She continued trailing behind the three boy’s without another word; letting her gaze collapse to the ground.

“Are you going to pout now?” Mark laughed. He spun to strut backwards instead, opting to get a better view of the girl’s expression.

“Yes…” (Y/n) mumbled.

“Well buck up soldier.” Mark beamed “We’ll go get ice cream, yeah?”

Peering through her veil of hair, (Y/n)’s eyes flickered up to stare at Mark “Can we?” she pondered in mock innocence.

“Ice cream is my sexuality.” Tyler stated, nothing but seriousness laced his words.

“Ice cream it is then!”

The four friends laughed heartily.

The day went on and the group entered and passed many street side shops. This Friday was slightly busier than any other comparatively, but it was such a beautiful day out; no one could be blamed.

“If I’m not wrong,” (Y/n) spoke “and my woman’s intuition hasn’t yet failed me, the ice cream shop is literally around that corner.”

She rose a hand to point at the corner towards the end on the walkway.

“Well if my woman’s intuition is correct, I’d say that’s bullshit.” Mark scoffed.

“It’s past that corner.” he gestured to the turn on the opposite walkway across the road.

(Y/n) hashed a hard stare at Mark. He returned it full force. Bickering ensued.

“Ah gee…” Ethan chuckled and shook his head. Tyler simply laughed, the two of them standing on the side letting the other two do their thing.

As the pair shot back and forther, people passed them in a docile haze. Though, sooner or later, one man in particular caught Tyler’s weary eye.

“He looks like a hazard..” the brunette whispered to Ethan. The blue haired boy looked up from Mark and (Y/n) and tilted his head, confused.

As Ethan’s bright eye’s raked the crowd, a man singled himself out to approach (Y/n). Both Ethan and Tyler locked eyes with him for a brief moment each before the man stepped up and slapped the youtuber’s ass.

“Nhg-!” (Y/n) jumping suddenly, her head shooting back.

The unknown man snicked grossly and commented “Sweet ass.”

“Excuse me?”

The short lived triumph of the harasser shattered when Tyler spoke. The brunette stepped up to the man and looked down at him.

“Who the hell are you?” The man spat cockily, smirk manipulating his lips. He looked Tyler in the eye’s, his own stare conveying intense pride.

“In about three second, your executioner.” Tyler hissed. His voice was similar to dry ice in a multitude of ways.

Ethan grabbed (Y/n)’s shoulder and sweetly stepped in front of her. He stood unwavering by Tyler’s side; face looking beyond pissed.

Mark too held an expression of appalled disgust. Reaching one tanned hand up, the red haired man gripped Tyler’s bicep as though to tell him not to attack anyone. Mark spoke with oily sweetness:

“I heartfully suggest you don’t touch her again until you decide whether you want your arm seared or arteries punctured with knitting needles. Hm?” the deepness of his voice rang out.

The man looked as though his ego had been popped similar to a balloon in front his face. Sudden fright painting his expression with a lovely white.

“So fuck off, verman!” Ethan quickly barked.

“D-Dicks!” the man coughed, and hastily darted across the street. At least he looked both ways before moving.

“Disappointing..” Tyler huffed “what a prick.”

“I agree. Really, really fucking pissed me off.” Ethan sighed. He and Mark slowly turned to (Y/n).

“You okay?” Mark asked. He was bluntly worried.

“Of course! Yes, thank you so much!” She laughed.

(Y/n) forced the two men into a hug, smiling brightly “That made my day, I swear.” she said.

Mark and Ethan both giggled and squeezed her back before she let go to hug Tyler.

“And thank you too.” (Y/n) mumbled into the tall man’s chest.

Tyler calmly smiled down at the girl and patted her head jokingly “Don’t mention it, pipsqueak”

The small youtuber let Tyler go and peered at the three boys at once.

“So,” she grinned “Ice cream?”

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(A/n): I almost don’t really like it but it’s cute though???

An Emo (Pop Punk) Christmas

Just a compiled lists of christmas songs/covers:

All I Want For Christmas Is You - My Chemical Romance

Every Snowflake Is Different (Just Like You) - My Chemical Romance

Merry Christmas Kiss My Ass - All Time Low

Fool’s Holiday - All Time Low

White Christmas - Panic! At The Disco

Sickly Sweet Holidays - Dallon Weekes    (Bonus ft:Amelie Weekes)

Christmas Drag - Dallon Weekes

Don’t Jump (It’s Christmas) - Dallon Weekes

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out - Fall Out Boy

What’s This? - Fall Out Boy

Christmas Time Is Here(Live) - Fall Out Boy

Nothing For Christmas - New Found Glory

Ex-Miss - New Found Glory

This Christmas - The Summer Set

Christmas Lights - Yellowcard

I Don’t Wanna Spend Another Christmas Without You - The Ready Set

I Won’t Be Home For Christmas - Blink-182

Happy Holidays, You Bastards - Blink-182

Xmas Sux-Frank Iero

Don’t Shoot Me Santa - The Killers

O Holy Night - Brand New

Right Where You Want Me To Be - A Day To Remember

Last Christmas - Jimmy Eat World

Ho Ho Hopefully - The Maine

Do You Hear What I Hear? - William Beckett

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays - Issues

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - Bowling For Soup

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel - Tyler Joseph

Christmas By The Phone - Good Charlotte

Merry Christmas, I Missed You So - Taking Back Sunday

My Christmas List - Simple Plan

30 Days - Nevershoutnever

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - The Academy Is…

Winter Passing - The Academy Is…

This Christmas (I’ll Burn It To The Ground) - Set It Off

Bonus:

Brendon Urie singing Christmas songs on periscope 

Seasons Greetings from:

  Cobra Starship

Panic! At The Disco 

Fall Out Boy

Ryan Ross

My experiences in TF2:

Scout

Baby scouts:

-Forget they have double jumps

-Run at heavies with their bats from like 30 feet away

-Fail really bat at parkour

-Use all their amo trying to kill the enemy sniper

-Gets headshot by said enemy sniper constantly

-Never stops yelling for medic

-Easily backstabbed

-Runs into walls

Decent Scouts:

- Double jumps everywhere

-Shoots at heavies instead

-Decent at parkour

-Only gets hit by snipers half the time

-Still calls for medic

Advanced Scouts:

-Neon everything

-You will always know where this player is because they’re like a damn beacon

-Is the one player playing the really bad quality beyonce music through their mic, has taped down their V key

-Parkous everything. Parkours his teammates. Parkours the objective. 

-Calls for medic every second of the game

God Scouts:

-Jaded as fuck

-Can take out a sentry single handedly

-Your team will never know where he is but he’s at the top of the leaderboard at all times

-Can switch direction midair like a cheetah

-Doesn’t even know what a medic is 

-He’ll take on a heavy with 25 and walk out with 24

-Never gets backstabbed

-Sniper’s better not even try hitting this guy

Sniper

Baby Snipers:

-Constantly scoped

-Don’t check for spies

-Get backstabbed a whole lot

-Gibus hat and pyrovision goggles

-Huntsman bows in mvm

-Caps points

-Trying his best

-Calls for medic a lot

Decent Snipers:

-Can headshot with the huntsman sometimes

-Goes out of his scope only to run around to a new spot

-Thinks about capping, leaves it to his team

-No cosmetics

-Tries to take on advanced snipers and fails

-Stands in obvious sniper nests

Advanced Snipers:

-Can headshot scouts

-Can play sniper in mvm and no one will really mind

-Spychecks himself often 

-Stays in unexpected locations, moves often

God Snipers:

-Can snipe a tin can in outer space

-Doesn’t miss shots

-Fear him

-Accused of hacking, just good

-Never moves the entire round, no one can even get close enough to kill him

-Top scores

-His own team doesn’t know where he is

-They don’t even see him leave the spawn room

-Probably doesn’t even blink

-Can hear spies decloaking 500 miles away

-Has xray vision

Medic

Baby Medic:

-Runs to the other side of the map to heal someone with 10% loss of health

-Pockets when he’s the only medic on the team

-Excited to heal and do good!

-Caps and fights with his syringe gun

-The team is happy he’s there, at least

God Medic:

-There is no type of medic other than baby and god

-Hates the medic class so much

-Wants to murder his teammates

-He’s absolutely everywhere

-You never see him healing anyone, but he’s top scoring and none of your teammates have died

-Can hit running scouts with a crusader’s crossbow

-Full of hellish rage 

-If you don’t thank him he WILL be in your room that night

Park Chanyeol//The Rhythm of Hate - Part 2

Originally posted by chanshine

Summary: You hate each other, even though you’re soulmates. You try and stay away from each other, but a shared course and a project is determined to keep you two facing off. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: Soulmate!AU, college!AU
Word Count: 6,726

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Young Avengers Trailer Pitch

FADE IN.

We start with a quick shot of the current Avengers (in a possible future MCU line-up) being captured. 


Next up, we are in a dark basement, where MARIA HILL and CLINT BARTON are meeting up, both look tired and banged up. CLINT is wearing a hearing aid, has a white strip over his broken nose and his chugging a big cup of coffee.

CLINT: So what now?

MARIA: There’s something you need to see.

She drops a bunch of files on top of the table he’s sitting at. 

ENTER MUSIC AND MARVEL LOGO.


We see BILLY sitting on the buss, red hoodie thrown over his head, headphones on, blackened eye.

MARIA (Voice Over): William Kaplan. Code name: Wiccan. He’s a reality warper.

Shot of BILLY talking to CLINT in some diner. 

CLINT: Are you even actually wicca?

BILLY makes a funny face and shrugs, shaking his head. Next shot, BILLY is flying through the air, hands shining blue as lightning crackles around him. 


MARIA (VO): Thomas Shephard. Goes by Speed. 

TOMMY, identical to BILLY, sips around a room full of bad guys like a blur, stops in a corner, leaning cheekily against the wall.

TOMMY: You guys didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun without me, did you?


MARIA (VO): Teddy Altman.

CLINT: Hulkling?

TEDDY sits on a couch, arm wrapped around BILLY comfortably. 

MARIA (VO): Kree-Skrull hybrid, shapeshifter. 

Quick shots of TEDDY in his green alien form, flying around, fighting aliens; punches through them with a roar. Next up, a CLOSE UP of BILLY looking shocked.

BILLY (aroused): Whoa.


MARIA: Next, there’s Hawkeye.

CLINT looks confused.

MARIA: Kate Bishop.

CLINT: You mean like Hawk-girl or Hawkete.

MARIA: No. Hawkeye. 

Shot of KATE, looking preppy and beautiful with purple sunglasses. She smirks, arching an eyebrow. 

KATE: Believe me, I’m the better Hawkeye.

Quick shot of KATE, jumping though the air and shooting arrows, looking badass. 

We return to the first shot of her in civilian clothes.

KATE: Barton’s got nothing on me.

CLINT drops the files on the table with a grunt. 

CLINT: You gotta be kidding me. Who’s next.


MARIA (dropping the next file in front of him): Miss America Chavez.

CLINT (arching an eyebrow): Related to Cap?

MARIA: Who knows? We’re still not sure where she came from, or exactly what she can do.

Appears AMERICA, dressed in stars and stripes. Slams her fist against the ground, making it tremble with waves. She flies off to punch a bad guy. When she turns to the next one, her eyes light up but don’t see any of her star portals yet.

Shot of the YOUNG AVENGERS sitting together in some sort of lair. KATE sends AMERICA a look. 

KATE: So what’s your deal?

AMERICA (with a wink): Wouldn’t you like to know, Princess.


Back to the basement with CLINT and MARIA.

CLINT: Who the hell put this kids together?

MARIA quietly hands him one last file.

We see the YOUNG AVENGERS back at the same lair. Someone stands in front of them. We see CASSIE LANG facing them, suited up in an Ant-Man suit.

CASSIE: I need your help to find my father… Are you in?

The YOUNG AVENGERS share a confused look. BILLY, nervous, finally takes a step forward and nods.

BILLY: We’ll stand with you.

CASSIE smiles.


Series of shots of the YOUNG AVENGERS in battle against assorted bad guys (humans, aliens, monsters).


Next, we see a young boy with dark hair and green eyes, standing in front of them, both hands behind his back.

LOKI: You are going to need help in this new endeavor of yours. I could provide some assistance.

AMERICA pushes her way to the front of the group to face the kid, a glare set on her face.

AMERICA: Oh, no way we’re falling for that, Chico.

BILLY: America, c’mon, he’s just a kid.

LOKI smiles, pulling out his hands behind his back. His fingers sparkle green. Without missing a beat, AMERICA punches him hard, sends him crashing back through several walls.

AMERICA: No. He’s not.


More shots of the YOUNG AVENGERS fighting. Next, a wide shot of them standing in front of an entire army of aliens, flying towards them. CLINT is standing with them, next to KATE.

CLINT: Okay, this looks bad.

TEDDY: Guys! We need a plan!

AMERICA: Punch everyone.

BILLY: Uh…

New quick glimpses of them in battle.


CUT TO THE TITLE CARD: YOUNG AVENGERS.


TOMMY: No way are we calling ourselves that.


We see CASSIE growing suddenly for the first time. The rest of them gasp as she towers over them. 

BILLY: I didn’t know you could do that!

CASSIE: Neither did I- Watch out!

She moves quickly to step on a group of aliens that were about to attack them. 

TOMMY: Yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!

FADE OUT.

anonymous asked:

Impromptu Prompt Will you write 'I thought you were dead' fic? Bonus for lots of Kissing? Pretty please and many thanks! 💙



It’s awkward at first, pretending she doesn’t know Kara is Supergirl, but after a few months she settles into it.

‘I’m going to be late for lunch - bus is stuck in traffic :( <3 :( ’ Kara texts her, and Lena just snorts and turns on the TV to find out what disaster Supergirl is stopping today. It doesn’t hurt her feelings - she doesn’t worry anymore that Kara doesn’t trust her, or that it’s a secret because she’s a Luthor. Their friendship is good, maybe the best thing in Lena’s life, and she’s pleasantly surprised that she doesn’t doubt Kara. Kara’s face is an open book, and the way that it lights up whenever she sees Lena says more than anything else could.

So there’s no hurt anymore at all. It’s more like…. politely pretending not to notice that someone has spilled ketchup on their shirt. Lena doesn’t want to breach Kara’s privacy or make her uncomfortable, so she doesn’t point out that there’s no reason for Kara to be on a bus when CatCo is in walking distance of L Corp. Instead she goes back to the data analysis report she was reading, keeping one fond eye on the news.

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anonymous asked:

that makka thing just reminded me...5 times viktor and yuuri were caught/interrupted while doing the do (by whomever, not necessarily makkachin lol)

Ty to @forovnix for ideas 2 and 4!

I. That time that they thought it’d be a good idea to do it in the locker room

It was Yuuri’s idea, specifically. There was nobody around, and, as he would explain later, Victor was looking especially attractive that afternoon. Therefore, he’d slammed him against the lockers, fingers raking through hair and quiet gasps of pleasure escaping each other’s lips. It was beautiful, it was perfect, it was everything he’d dreamt of – until they’d heard Yakov come in.

“Is anybody here?” Yakov calls.

For half a second, they stare at each other, wide-eyed. Then, they snap into action. Victor fetches his shirt off of the ground and puts it over his head. They scramble to find underwear and end up wearing each other’s. Yuuri hops to get into his pants and Victor tries to sort out his hair after putting his shirt on.

“Victor, where is my shirt?” he hisses, because there are no more clothes left on the ground, and the footsteps are getting louder.

“I took it off… I took it off before we came into the locker room,” Victor realizes, paling. “That’s fine. No shame in being caught shirtless.”

Yuuri spares him a glare, then hides behind the nearest row of lockers.

“Hi, Yakov,” Victor greets, casually leaning against said row of lockers.

“Your shirt is on backwards. And Yuuri, I can see you.”

II. That time that Phichit is live-streaming for his fans

It turns out that Phichit live-streams every Wednesday evening.

Victor and Yuuri are staying over at his apartment in Detroit in a small makeshift guest room. It’s cozy, and it has been a week since they’d properly had sex, so Victor can’t help it when on a Wednesday afternoon, he lets his hands slip up Yuuri’s shirt and onto his chest, lets his hips shift against Yuuri’s own.

Yuuri turns around in his arms and smiles, helping Victor lift his shirt off.

Two minutes later, the door is thrown open and Phichit enters. “And here we have Victor and Y–woah, you guys, oh, that’s…” He turns the camera away, then winks at it. “Bad time. Sorry about that, guys. Oh, I bet you’d like to see more, Phichit-Fan-903. That’s perverted, though, and we’re going to give them their privacy. Sorry about that, Yuuri!”

“I’m going to kill you,” Yuuri calls back.

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Pregnant | Zach Dempsey

⚠️SMUT warning ⚠️ Your POV.

“…go deeper” you moaned, printing Zach to lift your leg over his shoulder and push himself further into your body. Your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as Zach slowly pounded into your special spot. You used one hand to grab Zach’s shoulder and he other to grab the sheets besides you.

“Fuck!” Zach moaned as he neared his orgasm. He kissed you roughly as he thrusts began to speed up. The room was filled with your moans, heavy breathing and he sound of the headboard constantly banning into the wall.

Zach felt amazing inside you, he made every inch of your body tingle “Ah-oh my god” you called as you reached the peak of your orgasm then biting down on your bottom lip to shit yourself up. Zach wasn’t finished yet and continued to ride out your orgasm so that he could reach his own. “Shit- I think- I’m cuming” Zach stuttered before closing his eyes and letting out a long deep groan. He then carefully slipped his penis out of you, causing you to man again and causing Zach to chuckle. He then lay on top of you, propping himself up on his arms so that all his weight wasn’t on you and continued to kiss you. Gently gliding his tongue over yours and holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“that. was. amazing” you said in between kisses. Zach just smiled back before placing kissed on your chin, neck and chest- gaining a few giggles from you.

“Zach?” A voice called.

Yourself and Zach immediately jumped up, covering yourselves up with the duvet. It all happened so fast but you manage to catch a glimpse of Zach’s mum stood at the door before she quickly shut it, once she had realised what was going on.

"Sorry…urm- dinners ready” she muddled through the other side of the door.

“Mum. Go” Zach demanded in frustration. You picked up your bra and panties off the floor and began to dress yourself.

"I’m so sorry about that” Zach sighed as he clipped the hooks at the back of your bra on.

You didn’t say anything, just continued to get dressed”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. My mum, she’s kinda cool with that stuff, she always walks in on me”

“Yeah Zach. I really wanna hear about you hooking up with other women” you say sarcastically as you pulled your shirt over your head.

"Sorry babe. I wasn’t thinking”

—— 5 weeks later ——–

You hadn’t talked to Zach much since the day his mum walked in on you two at it. I guess you we’re avoiding him because you we’re embarrassed. The convocations you did have would only be through texts or quick catch ups in the hallway, on the way to lessons. And that wasn’t right.

You walked into the sports hall on your lunch break and saw Zach practicing his shooting.

You just sat on the bench and waited for Zach to turn around and notice you.

“Holy shit Y/N, you cared me” Zach grasped as he held his chest. You chuckled and walked over to him with our hands in our jacket pockets. To your own surprise, you hugged him, tightly clenching onto his sweaty body.

"What was that for?” Zach asked you as it stepped away from him “I thought you wasn’t talking to me?”

“I was- I mean- I am” you say “I was just embarrassed about the whole thing.

"Right” he answered. He jogged over to the ball and picked it up. You watched as he began to shoot hops again, completely ignoring your presence.

“Are you mad at me?” You question

"Can you blame me?” He responds “You’ve been treating me like shit”

You scoff and shake your head in disbelief “..well I need to talk to you so..

"I’m listening” Zach interrupts then jumps up to shoot another hoop. And of course, he doesn’t miss.

“At least look at me, damn”

Zach ignores you and you raise your eyebrow, the only sound in the hall being his shoes sliding across the floor and the ball hitting he net. You begin to crack your knuckles (nervous habit) then looked around the hall to assure yourself no body was listening, so that you could blurt out

“Zach. Im pregnant”

Zach watched he ball shoot through the hoop with his arms still in the air. He then turns around and faces you

“What did you just say?” He asks

"I’m pregnant” you repeat- this time slightly quieter

“No” Zach says, running his hand through his hair “Your not pregnant. We used a condom”

"Are you saying I’m lying?”

“That’s not what I’m sayi-

You fling your backpack off your shoulder and rummaged through it for the positive pregnancy test you had taken exactly two days ago. You throw it to Zach and he inspects it.

"Are you sure? Did you do it right?”

"There’s not many ways to pee on a fucking stick Zach”

He turns it over

"Fuck!” Zach yells sending an echo through the room.

“Yeah, I know” you agree “What are we going to do?”

"I don’t know. I don’t want this. I wanted to go to school and become a fucking marine biologist, not end up on teen mom” he stresses, all in one breath.

“I know it’s not what you want but I’m carrying your baby Zach. It’s already happening, so what the fuck are we going to do?”

"I don’t know Y/N. I just…I don’t know, ok?”

Zach hands you the pregnancy test. You take it from him and just watch as he lowers into the ground, burying his head in his hands. You felt bad for him, really bad.

"Zach?” You called but he doesn’t look up at you. You crouch down I front of him and gently grab his arm “Baby, everything’s gonna be fine. You can still go to school”

“And what about you?” He sniffles “What about your future?”

He want crying but was damn sure on the verge of it.

“..Don’t worry about me. I guess, this baby is my future now” you tell him

"Don’t say that Y/N” Zach says, finally meeting his eyes with yours. You linger in each other eye for a moment before the sound of scuffling feet grabs your attention. You snap your head and see the coach jogging in, making you and Zach stand to your feet.

“Y/L/N your not supposed to be in there. Dempsey doesn’t need any distractions right now” he calls

"Yeah I was just leaving” you tell him

The coach holds the door open for you, letting you know you’ve outstayed your welcome.

You look up at Zach “just call me or I’ll call you or whatever” Zach nods in response and you smile before making an exit out the building.

_______ Well damn😳what d'you guys think of this one x

Originally posted by knightlley

Everything Two-Bit Mathews says in the book.

“Nup. They got away this time, the dirty…”

“Nice-lookin’ bruise you got there, kid.

“Nice cut, too. Makes you look tough.”

“Next time get one of us to go with you, Ponyboy. Any of us will.”

“I was plannin’ on getting boozed up tomorrow night. If I don’t, I’ll walk over and find y'all.”

“Okay, greasers, you’ve had it.”

“Who’s this, your great-aunts?”

“Sorry, kid. I forgot.”

“Shoot. You’re ninety-six if you’re a day.”

“Brother, you’re a sharp one. Where’d you two ever get to be picked up by a couple of greasy hoods like Pony and Johnny?”

“Five. They don’t talk Arabian, I don’t think. Say somethin’ in Arabian, Johnnycake.”

“Hey, where is ol’ Dally, anyways?”

“He’ll probably find the fight. That’s why I came over. Mr. Timothy Shepherd and Co. are looking for whoever so kindly slashed their car’s tires, and since Mr. Curly Shepherd spotted Dallas doing it…well…Does Dally have a blade?”

“Good. Tim’ll fight fair if Dally don’t pull a blade on him. Dally shouldn’t have any trouble.”

“A fair fight isn’t rough. Blades are rough. So are chains and heaters and pool sticks and rumbles. Skin fighting isn’t rough. It blows off steam better than anything. There’s nothing wrong with throwing a few punches. Socs are rough. They gang up on one or two, or they rumble each other with their social clubs. Us greasers usually stick together, but when we do fight among ourselves, it’s a fair fight between two. And Dally deserves whatever he gets, ‘cause slashed tires ain’t no joke when that was his fault. Our one rule, besides Stick together, is Don’t get caught. He might get beat up, he might not. Either way there’s not going to be any blood feud between our outfit and Shepard’s. If we needed them tomorrow they’d show. If Tim beats Dally’s head in, and then tomorrow asks us for help in a rumble, we’ll show. Dally was getting kicks. He got caught. He pays up. No sweat.”

“You dig okay, baby. Anyone want a weed?”

“Me, too. Get Johnny some, too. I’m buyin.”

“You must make such interestin’ conversation, you keepin’ your mouth shut and Johnny not sayin’ anything.”

“Who is it? The F.B.I.?”

“And a few other of the socially elite checkered shirt-set.”

“Who’s acting? I’m a natural normal.”

“Don’t get mouthy, Ponyboy.”

“No…no, Ponyboy, that ain’t right…you got it wrong…”

“Shut your mouth, kid. If you wasn’t Soda’s kid brother I’d beat the tar out of you. You know better than to talk to Johnny like that.”

“He didn’t mean it Johnny.”

“Shut up talkin’ like that. We couldn’t get along without you, so you can just shut up!”

“I know. The chips are always down when it’s our turn, but that’s the way things are. Like it or lump it.”

“Who you callin’ bums?”

“Then pity the back seat.”

“Why? We ain’t scared of them.”

“Well, those were two good-lookin’ girls if I ever saw any.”

“Marcia’s number. Probably a phony one, too. I must have been outa my mind to ask for it. I think I’m a little soused.”

“Y'all goin’ home?”

“I don’t know why I handed you that busted bottle. You’d never use it.”

“Gonna go play a little snooker and get hunt up a poker game. Maybe get rip-roarin’ drunk. I dunno. See y'all tomorrow.”

“Anybody home?” 

“Hey, Ponyboy. Long time no see.”

“Man, dig baldy here! I wouldn’t have believed it. I thought all the wild Indians in Oklahoma had been tamed. What little squaw’s got that tuff-lookin’ mop of yours, Ponyboy?”

“What I like is the ‘turn’ bit. Y'all were heroes from the beginning. You just didn’t ‘turn’ all of a sudden.”

“No what?”

“Why is it very bad?”

“I’ll babysit him. I haven’t got anything better to do.”

“Work? And ruin my rep? I wouldn’t be babysittin’ the kid here if I knew of some good day-nursery open on Saturdays.”

“Holler uncle.”

“…anyway, I was walking around downtown and started to take this short cut through an alley…and I ran into three guys. I says ‘Howdy’ and they just look at each other. Then one says 'We would jump you but since you’re as slick as us we figure you don’t have nothin’ worth takin’.’ I says 'Buddy, that’s that truth’ and went right on. Moral: What’s the safest thing to be when one is met by a gang of social outcasts in an alley?”

“No, another social outcast!”

“This house ain’t messy. You oughtta see my house.”

“Shoot, kid, if I ever did that my mom would die of shock.”

“I would drive us, but the breaks are out on my car. Almost killed me and Kathy the other night. You oughtta see Kathy’s brother. Now there’s a hood. He’s so greasy he glides when he walks. He goes to the barber for an oil change, not a haircut.”

“You know the rules. No jazz before the rumble.”

“Hey, Johnnykid.”

“They treatin’ you okay, kid?”

“Don’t talk. Just listen. We’ll bring you some hair grease next time. We’re havin’ the big rumble tonight.”

“It’s too bad you and Dally can’t be in it. It’s the first big rumble we’ve had—not countin’ the time we whipped Shepard’s outfit.”

“Tim Shepard?”

“Did you know you got your name in the paper for being a hero?”

“You want anything besides hair grease, kid?”

“Okay. Don’t y'all run off.”

“I wish it was any one of us except Johnny. We could all get along without anyone but Johnny.”

“No wonder he hates your guts.”

“Oh, lordy! He has to live with that.”

“We just left him. I don’t know about stuff like this…but…well, he seemed pretty bad to me. He passed out cold before we left him.”

“Yeah.”

“You feel okay? You’re awful hot.”

“All right. But Darry’ll kill me if you’re really sick and go ahead and fight anyway.”

“You know somethin? You’d think you could get away with murder, living with your big brother and all, but Darry’s stricter with you than your folks were, ain’t he?”

“You know, the only thing that keeps Darry from bein’ a Soc is us.”

“I never knew you to play chicken in a rumble before. Not even when you was a little kid.”

“Somethin’ is gonna happen. We’re gonna stomp the Socs’ guts, that’s what.”

“What’s up with the big-times?”

“You sure?”

“Thanks, Cherry.”

“Welup, I see we’re in prime condition for a rumble. Is everybody happy?”

“Get thee hence, white trash. I am a Soc. I am the privileged and the well-dressed. I throw beer blasts, drive fancy cars, break windows at fancy parties.”

“I jump greasers!”

“Shoot, everybody fights.”

“They’re running! Look at the dirty —— run!” (Ponyboy isn’t sure if Two-Bit says it or not, but we could count it as him.)

“So he finally broke. So even Dally has a breaking point.”

“You really would have used that bottle, wouldn’t you? Steve and me were backing you, but I guess we didn’t need to. You’d have really cut them up, huh?”

“Ponyboy, listen, don’t get tough. You’re not like the rest of us and don’t try to be…”

“What in the world are you doing?”

“You little sonofagun.”

“No, but that’s what I’m wishing was all that’s bothering me.”

Chogiwa (Part 1)

A/N: I can’t believe I actually wrote an actual smut based on Chanyeol’s trademark ‘Chogiwa’ but shit happens and here we are. This is going to be two-part smut, so here is the first part for you all! Also, this is dedicated to my fam/partner-in-crime/best tumblr friend @nunchiwrites (who is one of THE best writers I know out there!) as she’s been craving for some hot Wolf! Chanyeol ;) enjoy this baby of mine and remember to leave some feedback in the ask box too, you lovely people x (and look forward to Part 2 in the near future!)

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader (with a hint of Kyungsoo)

Genre: Smut

Requested: Yes, by @nunchiwrites

Summary: Chanyeol marks you as his mate to protect you from another wolf and steamy stuff happens.

Word Count: 4145

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

For eighteen years, people have been warning you to not wander into the forest at night, especially when there’s a full moon. You’ve heard whispers about the ‘beasts’ that attack innocent people in the shadows of the woods and the rumours about ‘half human, half wolf’ mutants. You never really believed a word of it. Half human, half wolf? Seriously?

Scoffing to yourself in your mind, you merrily continue your stroll into the forest, enjoying the night breeze wafting through your hair. A quick upwards glance tells you that there’s a full moon out tonight, glowing brightly and illuminating the entire ink-black sky beautifully.

Smiling contentedly to yourself, you find your feet taking you further into the depths of the forest, increasing the distance between your form and the bustling life on the outskirts of the woods. An abrupt gust of wind chills you right down to your bones and you wrap your arms around yourself tightly, goosebumps breaking out on your bare skin. In all the years you’ve been wandering into the forest on your own at night, you’ve never grown accustomed to the chilly breezes that claws at your skin ruthlessly.

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anonymous asked:

Pls do an sequel to the omo head cannon please like where they go home and dan wets himself and then maybe they go in the shower and have sex. Thx ur hc are so amazing btw

warning; gross. i am disgusted with myself. but enjoy. (ps. pls don’t give me hate for this, don’t read it if you don’t like this stuff it’s real kinky) 

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The taxi drive home was awful, horrible torture for Dan. He couldn’t even speak, all he could do was focus on squeezing his thighs together and biting his lip until he was sure it was bleeding. Phil was no help, he kept massaging Dan’s thigh and whenever the driver spoke to him he somehow managed to steer the conversation to Dan. 

Dan would answer, just to spare himself the awkwardness, but it would come out sounding strained and whenever he tried to speak Phil would press down on his abdomen, making Dan cut off or quietly gasp and once, moan. Dan would glare at him, but he’d only smirk evilly, and shrug. 

When the car finally stopped Phil helped Dan out, holding onto his arm tightly and muttering sweet nothings in his ear. “It’s okay, baby, you’re doing such a good job. We’re almost there.” And then- “God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you as soon as we get inside.” Which makes Dan whimper, and almost crumble, but Phil holds him up.

Dan got all the way to the door before he collapsed, falling to his knees with a whimper. 

“Phil…” He choked out, grabbing his shirt. “Fuck, oh god.” 

Phil couldn’t help but smile sadistically; he hadn’t known he would enjoy this so much but he was. He loved seeing Dan like this, weak, helpless and begging like he almost never was. It gave Phil a feeling of power over him, and turned him on beyond belief. 

“Hm? What’s that baby?” Phil kneeled down next to him, rubbing his back slowly. “Did you need something?” His voice was silky and deceivingly loving, but it sent shivers up Dan’s spine. 

“Phil,” Dan gasped, reaching out to grasp at his shirt, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please, Phil, I can’t I can’t, fuck.” 

“You can’t hold it any longer?” Phil asked, finishing his sentence for him, leaning forward and whispering so the words tickled Dan’s neck. 

Dan shook his head. 

“Well, angel, you can either wait to get to the bathroom, or you can go right here.” Phil drew his finger under Dan’s chin, bringing his face up. “What will it be? I can imagine it would be pretty embarrassing for you to piss yourself, right here, in front of me, and the neighbors could come out of that door any second, but if you really can’t hold it…” 

Dan whined, biting his lip and clutching Phil’s shirt in his hand tightly. 

“Phil…” Dan let out, the word sounding like a mix of a moan and a whimper, and it made Phil’s cock twitch in his pants. 

Phil couldn’t take it anymore, he slowly but firmly pushed Dan back so that he was lying on the carpet, and pressed down on his lower stomach. 

Dan let out a desperate noise, trying to pry Phil’s wrist away, but Phil was too strong and Dan too weak. He arched his back, trying desperately not to let go although that was the only thing he wanted right then. But then Phil leaned over him, biting gently on his ear lobe, pressing soft kisses down his neck. 

“It’s alright, baby,” he whispered, and now his voice didn’t seem to sadistically evil, if only for a moment. “It’s okay angel. Let go. I’m right here, it’s fine. Just let go, you don’t have to fight it. I love you so, so much, you’re doing so good.” Phil slowly rubbed circles on his stomach, not even pressing down anymore, and Dan gave up. 

“Ah-” he gasped, his eyes shut tightly, grabbing Phil’s wrist and squeezing tightly as piss soaked through his jeans and ran down his leg. 

Phil watched his face in awe, the pure pleasure of release on his features and the noises escaping him enough to make Phil’s jeans feel even more uncomfortable. 

“Fuck,” he breathed as Dan went completely limp, letting go of his wrist, his stomach no longer tensed. “I love you, god, I love you.” Dan moaned. 

“Oh Jesus, that was…” Dan trailed off when he could speak, laughing softly. “You kinky motherfucker.”

Phil laughed too. “Oh, you think I’m done with you?” 

Dan frowned just slightly, clearly exhausted, and Phil laughed again. He took Dan’s hand, placing it right over his obvious bulge and holding in a moan. “Yeah, I’m not done with you until you fix that.” 

Dan’s eyes widened, and he nodded. “Yes s-sir.” 

Phil carefully helped him up, leading him inside and to the bathroom as quick as possible. He pushed Dan inside, kissing him deeply before he did so. 

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, “get in the shower, I’ll join you in a second.”

Dan smiled, somewhat sleepily, and nodded. “Yes sir. Thank you.” 

Dan stripped himself quickly, setting the piss stained clothes in a pile in the corner of the room. Dan turned on the warm water, stepping in and letting it sooth him and clean him off. His eyelids drifted shut a few times, but he tried to keep them open. 

The thought of what Phil would do to him once he got there kept floating into Dan’s mind, keeping him awake; plus the thoughts of what he had already done. God, his voice had been… 

Dan shivered, sliding his hand down his stomach and wrapping it around his cock, jerking gently and trying to keep back a moan. 

“What are you doing?” Phil asked from right next to him, and Dan jumped, his eyes shooting open. 

“N-Nothing, sorry,” he stuttered, letting Phil back him into the wall.

“Mhm,” Phil muttered, clearly not believing him. 

He attached his mouth to Dan’s neck, sucking hard and running his fingertips down Dan’s sides. Dan shivered. 

“I said I was going to ruin you, and I meant it,” Phil whispered, bringing Dan’s face up with two fingers under his chin and kissing him softly. 

“You kind of already did,” Dan breathed, pulling him closer instinctively by the waist, loving the feeling of their bodies pressed together. Phil chuckled.

“No, not the way I was thinking. I was thinking ruin ruin, the kind where you can’t stand properly for a week.” To emphasize his words he lifted Dan up, pressing him against the wall and kissing him messily. 

Dan moaned against his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head as Phil grinded on him, the word ‘please’ slipping from his lips. 

“Please what, baby, use your words,” Phil muttered, biting down on Dan’s collarbone and kneading his ass in his hands. 

“Please, ruin me.” 

That was all Phil needed to have Dan flipped over, his hands on the wall and Phil’s fingers pushing inside of him, trailing kisses down the nape of his neck as he pumped in and out. 

“I’m not going to stretch you much, okay?” He asked softly, smoothing his hand over Dan’s bum. “I want it to burn a bit, but tell me to stop if you need me to.”

Dan nodded frantically, pushing back on him, and Phil laughed. 

“Be patient, angel.”

Phil had obviously known this was going to happen so he had brought lube into the bathroom; and it only took him a moment to slather his hand in it and slowly rub himself, moaning from the friction. 

“Okay baby,” he breathed, leaning over Dan’s body to kiss the side of his neck. “Ready?”

“Yes,” Dan choked out, letting his chin fall to his chest. “Fuck, just hurry up.”

Phil pushed in slowly, moaning and throwing his head back, gripping Dan’s hips tightly and thrusting. Dan let out a whine, pushing back on him, desperate for more, god, he just wanted to be fucked up. 

“Desperate whore,” Phil breathed, smacking Dan’s ass and making Dan jump, moaning as Phil snapped his hips, hitting Dan at just the right angle. 

 Phil kneaded Dan’s ass with his hand as he fucked into him, and he wished he had a camera before remembering that they were in the shower. He dug his nails in, suddenly thrusting hard, drawing a loud whine out of Dan. 

He kept trying to focus on going slowly and then suddenly hard, to tease Dan as much as possible, but his mind kept wandering to how Dan’s face had looked when he had finally let go, his little whimpers when Phil pressed down on his stomach… Phil moaned, cursing under his breath and speeding up his thrusts.

Dan was doing the same, no matter how much he tried not to. He had felt Phil’s authority and and control just oozing from his voice, and just the fact that Phil had made him piss himself in their hallway was enough to get Dan practically screaming and pushing back on Phil’s cock. 

Dan came with a loud string of moans and curses, the wall and his stomach both streaked with white. Phil groaned at his noises, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and tugging roughly, pounding into him hard. Dan whimpered, squirming away, but Phil pulled him back by the hair and his hip, digging his nails in until Dan held still. 

“Fuck,” Phil breathed as he let go inside of his boyfriend, his hips twitching instinctively. 

He let go of Dan who instantly fell to his knees, his legs weak and his head fuzzy. 

Phil sat down next to him, wordlessly beginning to wash him off with the water from the shower head, holding him gently while he cleaned him. 

“Beautiful,” he muttered, cupping Dan’s cheek and kissing him gently. “You’re so fucking beautiful, did such a good job. Such a good boy for me.” 

Dan smiled sleepily, letting his head fall on to Dan’s shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.” 

There was a pause where all they could hear was the water hitting the wall, and Dan’s ragged breathing. And then-

“Fuck, I think I have a pissing kink.” 


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Phil avoided the neighbors eyes as he silently scrubbed at the carpet outside his door. He had agreed wholeheartedly to clean it; Dan was exhausted and like Phil had promised, could hardly stand on his own. It had been worth it, anyways. But the lady who lived next door was just standing there, watching him with a frown on her face. Phil found it a bit creepy, but didn’t say anything. 

Finally he finished, standing up and brushing himself off, picking up his bucket and rag and carpet cleaner. 

“We just got a dog,” he muttered to the lady, and blush tinting his face, before he rushed back inside; still avoiding her gaze. 

“Uh, Dan?” he called, dropping the supplies and rushing to his room. Dan looked up from his laptop.

“Yeah?”

“We might have to get a dog.” 

Crash Landing (Part One/?)

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 777 (I think??)

Part One Part Two Part Three

(gif by @marvelheroes)


It was a week before Christmas. The café you worked at, your aunt’s to be precise, had been completely buried in a plethora of customers wishing to be out of the cold. You’d had to run out and grab more instant coffee and hot chocolate three times in the past four hours.


Deciding you didn’t care if your aunt docked your pay for sneaking off, you tiptoed to the back of the café and slipped out the back. You made your way to the trash cans and slid down the wall behind them, not caring that you weren’t wearing a jacket and the ground was uncomfortably damp. Pulling out your phone, you opened Snapchat and took a video of your grim surroundings to send to your friend.

Suddenly a splat of red thumped into the wall opposite you, making you shriek. Trying to mask your embarrassing outburst, you leant forwards, peeking out from the side of one of the bins.  

“Oh, God,” the red crumpled mass groaned from the floor. “At least no one was around to see that, man.”

“Ahem,” you coughed, sitting up straighter.

The red crumpled mass shot upright. Spider-Man. You could imagine the guy behind the mask, eyes wide. The both of you stared at each other for a minute.

Well, you stared. You couldn’t see his eyes through that mask, so he could have been looking at you or maybe at the limp banana peel sitting beside you. An uncomfortable but simultaneously comfortable silence settled between you.

“It sure must be cold only wearing that suit,” you mused.

“What, you don’t think I wear a vest or boxers underneath?” his voice was muffled from behind the mask.

“Would that make a difference?”

He threw his arms up. “I wouldn’t know. You’re only wearing a polo shirt and jeans, so you can’t talk.”

“Wait… Wait, did you just admit to not wearing underwear under your suit? Gross.”

“No, I… Shut up.”

And you did. Spider-Man gestured towards your phone.

“So…” Spider-Man had managed to pick himself up off the ground and was now brushing himself off. “Did you catch that on your phone?”

Jumping slightly, you looked down at your phone, having forgotten it was in your hand. Sure enough, the video was playing on a loop onscreen. You fought the urge to laugh. It looked like a dumb Vine.

“I did indeed. Catch it. The whole thing.” You grinned mischievously.

“Please don’t post that!” He scrambled forwards. “My friends… My friends would lose their shit over that! I wouldn’t be able to take it!”

You made a show of mulling this over. Spider-Man wrung his hands nervously. He’d suffered enough, you figured; he’d just plummeted straight into a brick wall. He deserved a break. Turning the screen towards him, you carefully clicked the cross and the video disappeared into oblivion. Spider-Man nodded in appreciation.

He was slender and fairly tall, towering over you, still in your crouched position by the trash cans. It was beginning to drizzle.

“Come here often?” he asked, a grin evident in his voice.

“I work here,” you replied bluntly.

“Oh, right. Right…” he muttered awkwardly. “Wait. You work in this seedy back alley?”

“No,” you shook your head in disbelief. “I work in the café.”

Spider-Man smacked his forehead.

“Shouldn’t you be saving the world right now?” you asked, examining your hands.

“You’re right! I should be…” He seemed to be staring at the damp bricks of the wall just above your head. “I should be!”

“Okay, have fun.”

You balled your hands into fists and shoved them into your lap, looking up to stare at Spider-Man quizzically. He should be going.

“Right!”

Spider-Man jumped up, shooting some web at the café roof, and swung gracefully back and forth in front of you.

“I’ll see you around!”

“Yes, I can’t wait to meet you in this smelly, dirty, damp, unsanitary alley again.”

He laughed, and your stomach fluttered a little. Pointing a finger at you, he repeated “I’ll see you around!” and then fwing, he was gone. You gawked at the spot the one and only Spider-Man had occupied a few seconds before. The Spider-Man. Biting your lip, you cursed yourself for not holding back your sarcasm. It was second-nature now, and when you were on a roll, there truly was no stopping you.

“(Y/N!)”

Whipping around, you saw your aunt glowering at you.

“We are up to our eyes and you decide that now is the time for your break? I don’t think so, honey.”

“Sorry… I’m coming…”

Slowly standing up, you gazed wistfully in the direction Spider-Man had gone, and withdrew back inside.

Joker & Harley at their Daughters Graduation Headcanons

While she’s sleeping Harley takes it upon herself to decorate her daughter’s cap in her pink and blue colors.

While her and Harley are sleeping Joker takes it upon himself to then decorate it in gold and diamonds.

Joker and Harley dress to the nines in his tux and her a gown to make the celebration all about the clown family.

Joker, Harley, and Frost all have to sit in the parking lot waiting for the camera to charge while the daughter is back stage getting ready.

“I told you to charge it puddin.” “No I told YOU to.”

They walk in and pick their seats, the parents already sitting there get cut throats.

They take their seats in the front row even though they didn’t buy tickets. Everyone is too scared to say anything or sit near them.

Harley clutches her bat in her hand waiting for someone to walk in front of her and ruin her view.

Frost is in the back catching the whole thing on camera looking for the daughter.

Every time someone who isn’t their daughter is announced they boo and throw stuff at the stage.

The principle wants to call the thing off and get the cops but remembers the threat Joker made about the entire place laced with bombs.

When her name is called and she walks across stage she rips the diploma out of the principals hand who cowers away while Joker and Harley jump up screaming and shooting their guns in the air.

Joker turns to the kids crying over their dead parents and says “I know it’s emotional she grew up so fast.”

The Joker’s goons who came to celebrate too start jumping up and down calling out her name to get noticed.

Frost goes running down the aisle knocking people out of his way telling her ot pause so he can get a good shot.

Once she get’s hers the show is over for them and they hop in the purple lambo to make their escape as Joker presses the detonator for the bombs to blow.

Bruce Wayne who is there to celebrate his kids graduating has already made his escape with them and Batman is on the hunt to stop the clown family.

The clown family escapes and makes it to Jokers club, where the entire place has been decorated and a party thrown in her honor.

All of Gotham’s underworld came to offer their congratulations to stay on Joker and Harley’s good side.

Harley gifts her daughter with the gun Joker gave her when she first left Harleen behind.

They ask their daughter what she want’s to do now that she’s graduated, she begins to fire the gun into the crowd causing mass hysteria among everyone.

Joker and Harley smile, having their answer and being so proud.