not until you got called out

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*someone calls me over dramatic* Me: Over dramatic? I'm over dramatic? Bitch I'll show you over dramatic Me: *plays Harry's promo video*

i’d haul ass to the cinema, cut a movie off to replace it with harry’s video and play it on a loop until i got kicked out.


A simple mission. A grab-and-go mission. That required the whole team. It was too dangerous to go without the others. And it was going well until you all got caught. It took about 10 minutes for the Avengers to clear out the soldiers sent after you guys. And about 10 minutes to be separated without realizing it.

You finally got rid of the soldiers that took you and went on the comms to try and get back to the team.

“Steve?” you called.

No answer.

“Steve? Tony? Nat? Clint? Wanda? Peter?”

Still nothing. Your comm is down and you have no idea where you were.

“Guess I’ll look for what we came for and hope I bump into them.” you thought.

The hallways were dimly lit and the lights were flickering. You weren’t scared, it was just a bit spooky to you. All the sudden–the lights were out. Luckily for you, your power was pyrokinesis. You lit your way and proceeded with the mission. Your footsteps echoed in the dark hallway.

15 minutes later and you were still walking. You managed to find 3 dead-ends and 4 dead rats. And no team. Fortunately, you didn’t run into the enemy either. The only thing that differentiated you from the enemy was your ability to control fire. You wore a black jumpsuit that looked almost identical to your foes.

20 more minutes passed and you saw a faint yellow glow. You slowly approached it, not knowing who else would be near the light. When you reached it, nobody appeared to be there. You went in and discovered the thing–or things–you were searching for. Nuclear weapons. You shut the case and locked it up as tight as you could until something happened.

A terrible image made its way into your head. Why were you thinking of this? You dropped to the ground and screamed.

“Oh my god.” You heard someone blurt out.

“Oh my god oh my god. Y/N I’m so sorry.” you heard her apologizing but the agonizing pain was too much to bare. You grabbed your head and wailed.

“Wanda!” You heard someone run closer to you and the woman next to you.

“Y/N! What’s wrong with her?” you heard a another voice.

“I–they–I’m-” she stammered.

“Wanda get back. She’s unstable.” you heard another woman say.

You were bawling and screaming and letting out small bursts of fire. Being next to a stash of nuclear weapons with fire was not something you wanted to be near.

“Is there anything you can do to stop it?” somebody asked.

“There is no way. Ve’ll just have to sit it out.” She replied.

“We can’t sit it out! They’re sitting right next to nukes! They could die!” deep voice exclaimed.

“Clint–” someone else cut in.

“Don’t ‘Clint’ me, Steve! They’re in danger.” he barked.

“Hawkeye is right. We can’t wait for Y/N to just, well, burn out.” a new voice chimed in.

5 more painful minutes and you were still sitting on the floor sobbing. Sweat was dripping down your face as you gripped your head once again and let out a deafening scream.

“Don’t these ‘spells’ wear off quicker? They did last time.” someone acknowledged.

“Y/N always had an…active imagination.” he added.

You finally passed out but they obviously could tell you were still having a nightmare.

Someone picked you up and carried you back to the jet the team took to this location. It was the girl that put you into this state.


You weren’t mad at her. It wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault.

She whispered soothing things into your ear and soft shushes. Of course, that wouldn’t stop the nightmares, but it distracted your mind from them.

Some time later the nightmares stopped, but you were still unconscious. You woke up in bed with Wanda brushing some hairs out of your face. She noticed your eyes open and smiled and hugged you.

“Thank god! You’re awake!” she beamed. “I was so worried.”

“Well you don’t need to worry anymore. I’m right here.” you announced.

“I’m so sorry.” she apologized again.

“Wanda, it’s fine. Let’s just forget about it.” you said.

“Really?” she asked.

“Really.” you agreed. “Now let’s get food ‘cause I’m hungry.”

You kissed her cheek and got out of bed. She let out a small chuckle, amazed by how you could forget something so traumatic so fast. But she didn’t want you to live with that.

You guys got food and talked about random things to get your mind off of the nightmare. It was the middle of the night, so you didn’t run into anybody in the hallway. You two just went into your room and ate.

After you ate, you went back to bed. But Wanda didn’t. Wanda waited until you were sound asleep to erase the nightmare and the mission from your memory.

The next morning was like any other morning, except at breakfast, everyone asked you the same question.

“Hey Y/N/N, how are you doing.”

You told them you were fine. Then they looked at a nervous Wanda. Like she did something wrong.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“Oh, nothing.” Steve answered. He pulled Wanda into a room for about 2 minutes before they both exited and looked relieved. By now, everyone else had figured out what was going on/ Everyone but you.

Was it for your own good? You don’t know. But you figured it was. You didn’t have to know what was going on right away. You just enjoyed the rare peace you had and went on with your day. 

Originally posted by marveling-over-imagines


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I just love the myth of Persephone, i mean the real, original version of it, because it’s not like she got kidnapped, no, this bitch was la-de-da-ing in a meadow and she just happened to find an entrance to the Underworld and she was like “Imma check this out”. And she just wanders into the Underworld and discovers that hey this place ain’t too bad.

Meanwhile Hades is in the background “????? UM??? PRETTY GIRL??? WHY ARE YOU HERE?????? YOU AREN’T DEAD???” 

And Persephone (who was originally called Kore just a little fyi) just looked at him and said “I like it here. I’m staying.”

And Hades kinda just went with it, until Demeter started throwing the temper tantrum of the millenium upstairs and Zeus had to intervene because this shit was getting out of hand and its actually his job to be admistrator of justice. Which considering the shit he gets up to is kinda histerical but that’s another story there. 

And basically Persephone wasn’t a prisoner or kidnap victim at all she just really loved the Underworld and her (eventual) husband, and the Greeks feared her arguably more than her husband because Hades could be reasoned with but Persephone was the one laying the smack down on sinners, and really, who wouldn’t be at least a little scared of someone who’s name means something along the lines of “the destroyer”

Basically, Persephone is amazing and everbody needs to get on her level

You’re going to need a person in your life who makes you smile even when you’re mad. Who knows your heart like the back of her hand and calls you out on your bullshit. Who says, “screw him,” and “I love you,” and, “you got this,” and really means it. Late nights of long phone calls and laughing until your ribs hurt. You need a person who sees you for what you can be, what you will be, and never lets you be any less. A weirdo, preferably. Who yells your name across street just to embarrass you. Who holds you when he breaks your heart and keeps you strong when he comes crawling back. Who tells the truth when she talks about life and makes you feel a little less alone. A person who is beyond words, beyond thanks, beyond what you could have asked for. Find this person. Trust me. You’re going to need her.
—  a thank you to my best friend, who is all of this and more
Called Out (Part 5)

Summary: Bucky has been crushing on you for a while now, but he refuses to say anything. That is, until he butt-dials you and leaves a voicemail that records a very compromising conversation.

Word Count: 922

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

A/N: Screaming. I’m screeching and like… Omg. 

Originally posted by jlstreck

Cringing, you quickly exited out of the voicemail app and got on your feet, wiping yourself down. Bucky called out your name again and you took a deep breath.

“I’m right here!” you answered him. “You can come in.”

A second passed and the door was opening, albeit slowly. Bucky peeked in, a little unsure, his eyebrows raised and a tiny smile on his face. “Hi,” he said softly.

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klance stuff part two

• Lance and Keith are the type of couple that dont even notice they gravitate towards each other anytime & anywhere until Pidge calls them out on it like they’re fucking magnets.

• When Keith first got a fever, his temperature got really high he started being delirious, crying and thinking Lance was his mom calling out not to leave him alone.

• Can’t really tell you how Lance reacted to that. (wreck)

• During seating arrangements when it gets to crowded Keith just stands and sit on Lance’s lap while Lance guides him and automatically wraps his arms around Keith’s waist like its the most natural thing to do.

• Keith is very lowkey scared of horror movies so after looking nonchalant during the whole movie and goes to bed, he hides under the covers and buries himself between the wall and Lance and tries to tighten his boyfriends hold around him.

• He also threatens Lance of telling Pidge to experiment with his beauty products if he ever teases him about it.

• Lance is very thankful for Keith’s fair skin because he can always easily make him blush as red as a tomato (and also easily make a hickey very visible).

• During a mission when Lance needs to keep sniping, he doesnt even need to turn around and worry when there are enemies approching cos Keith is with him. That’s it.

• There’s nothing really surprising about them anymore. Pidge walked in on them once in Lance’s room tying Keith’s hair in multiple little pigtails while Keith was polishing his knives (yes knives not knife)

• Lance sometimes tries to go to Red maybe to find a connection similar to how Keith felt Blue’s energy in the desert. Red is a lil shit and plays around with Lance, trapping him in her particle barrier or suddenly lifting him high up by the back of his jacket hanging from her mouth.

• Keith would have definitely laugh at this if it weren’t for Red doing the same thing to him too. Same connection definitely.

• One time during a supply run, the gang separate and a chameleon alien theif forms into Lance just to be sneaky and his biggest mistake was approaching Keith first because he saw them close together.

• (a punch and a knocked out alien later)
“How’d you know it wasnt Lance??”
“It didn’t call me any pet names”

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AU Where Geoff Slowly But Surely Becomes Dad Of The Crew

Like It Starts One Day When He Gets Michael A New Gun Or Car Or Something And Without Thinking Michael’s Like “Oh Sweet Thanks Dad”
And Geoff’s Just “What
So Michael Just “What” And Immediately Leaves To Escape The Situation.

And At First He Doesn’t Think Much Of It, Just A Flub Like They All Do, Nothing Worth Noting, Until Gavin Calls Him Dad One Day And He Just Stops Like “What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me?
“I’m Not Your Father Dumbass”
“Aw But Michael Got To Call You Dad That’s Not Fair! You Can’t Have Favourites!”
And Michael Runs In From The Other Room Like “You Little PRICK” And Chases Gavin Off For Pointing It Out And Geoff’s Just Left Standing There Confused.

The Next Time Gavin Tries To Get Away With Calling Him Dad It’s Over Earpieces During A Heist And Geoff Quietly Hisses “Fucking Stop Calling Me That” And After A Moment Of Gavin Giggling Ray Comes On Like “So Can I Call You Papa Instead Or…?” And Geoff Nearly Blows Their Cover Loudly Insisting That He Cannot.

A While After Jeremy Joins He And Geoff Are Driving To Get Masks For A Heist And Laughing About Something, As They Approach The Mask Store Geoff’s Like “Alright, Everybody Calm Down” And Jeremy’s Just Immediately “Sorry Dad”. And At First Geoff’s Just Dumbfounded For A Second But Then He’s Like “Fucking- Did Gavin Tell You To Call Me That?” And Jeremy’s Just “What? No, Wait Gavin Calls You Dad?” And Geoff’s Like “No He-” And Ray Pipes Up From The Backseat “I’ve Been Using Pop Pop Is That Better?” And Geoff’s Like “No I’m Not Your Fucking Father!!”.

The Lads Are Caught Messing Around On His Yacht Again (Probably With Rocket Launchers, Thanks Ryan) And He Turns To Jack Like “You Said You Were Watching Them, Can’t You Keep Them Under Control For Five Minutes??” And Jack Just Crosses Her Arms Like “They’re Your Kids Too Y’know!” And Geoff’s Just “I- THEY’RE NOT MY KIDS”. When They Finally Get The Lads Reeled In Again Geoff’s So Frustrated He Just Points Them To The Penthouse And Deadpans “Go To Your Rooms.”.

Afterwards He Flops Down On The Couch With A Bottle Of Whisky To Unwind And Notices Ryan Out Of The Corner Of His Eye, Sitting On The Other End Of The Couch And Grinning At Him.

“You’re Fucking Fired”

Until then, Alola.

Title: Until then, Alola.

A/N: I can’t believe this, my first Imagine. It was supposed to be a short one. A sentence to get you thinking. Needless to say, it got out of hand FAST.

Pairing: Gladion x Reader or Gladion x Sun/Moon if you prefer.

Y/N is Your Name.

You are chatting with Rotom when you hear the familiar chirp of footsteps up the stairs leading to your Champion Room. It’s the middle of the day and the sun is shining brightly against the minerals embedded in the walls, ricocheting over the glass and creating a rainbow effect. It’s just the kind of time you expect Hau to come in and challenge you again or for Acerola to come and chat about when you’d go visit Kanto to see Lillie. You’d tell her to say hi to Lillie for you of course, because you’re the Champion now and she’s an Elite Four member and you can’t take a leave of absence at the same time.

What shocks you out of your now tangential train of thought is the fact that it’s not Hau standing in front of your Champion’s seat.

Instead of your sunny and energetic friend, it’s the sullen, determined, oddly endearing Team Skull member, Lillie’s brother, and not friend but not enemy, Gladion.

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let’s take a moment to appreciate alex’s recap of their relationship up until that point

“we got close, then you called me out for liking you and i had the guts to admit yes, it’s true, and you told me that my feelings were real and that i deserved to be happy, and so i thought you meant i deserved to be happy with you

how beautiful was that


Isaac x Reader


Requested by @m-jkttyl

Part One

“I’m going to (Y/N)’s.” Scott called and Isaac scrambled into his room.

“What I thought it was my turn to watch her.” He gulped and tried to cover the pounding of his heart, there was no way he’d let Scott near you, not after last time.

“You watched her last night so I figured I’d let you hang out here.” Scott muttered.


“Yeah but you took over halfway through and you still haven’t done that thing with Stiles so I figured I’d cover for you so you could help him.” Isaac rambled on until Scott sighed.

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Flowing Tensions *Joker*

Prompt: Well, I have a Joker smut request. So the reader and joker have sexual tension that has never been acted upon until one day when the joker can’t handle it anymore and ties up the reader and blindfolds her and fuck her being extremely rough.

Pairing: Joker x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warning: None

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Guys. when I went to go see Louis and stuff. I met this chick in line who has met the guys multiple times each. I asked her how and she straight up was like. I used to stalk. And I’m like….. how are you okay with that? She told me she would park in front of their houses until they came out. And I guess this one time last year she went to this restaurant and Niall and his buddies just happened to show up. And Niall called her straight out. “Guys don’t talk to them they are stalkers.” And she said she got teary eyed and defended herself saying she wasn’t and they were at this restaurant before them. He shrugged and was like, “Well I’ve seen you before. A lot actually. So yeah.” And went on to ignore her and her friend. Like. The guys KNOW. They aren’t stupid. Don’t invade privacy.

  • AU where Kars crashes into Joseph's back yard while holly is a child. Holly was out there playing when he crashed. Seeing her, he said
  • "Where is Joseph Joestar" not knowing she is his child.
  • Holly, completely immune to his menacing aura, said "Daddy? Let me go get him, so wait here!" She skips into the house leaving Kars awkwardly standing there. She returns a few minutes later
  • "Daddy is on the phone right now so you'll have to wait. So let's play until he's done!"
  • She then grabs his hand and drags him to her room. She pulls out a chest of dress up clothes. "We're gonna play tea party, so we got to get you ready"
  • Kars, for reasons unknown to even himself, plays along.
  • By the time Joseph is done with the phone call, he enters holly's room "Ok holly, where is this friend you were talking abo-"
  • He sees Kars, sitting in a tiny chair, wearing a sun hat, a pair of women's sunglasses, a hot pink feather boa, and poorly applied makeup.
  • "Joseph" Kars says lifting the powder pink teacup to his lips, pretending to drink the nonexistent liquid.
  • Joseph closes the door and walks away 
Greek Mythology, Dorm AU

Hera & Zeus: Zeus is studying Politics, Hera is studying Psychology, particularly Child and Marriage Counselling. They went to high-school together and they were the classic ‘it’ couple. Zeus was the quarterback and Hera was the Student Representative and the head of every club and comity. In high school Zeus was player until he accidentally got a girl pregnant. It took him 2 extra years to get himself together but he convinced Hera to try one last time after what everyone calls the “10 Things I Hate About You Remake”. Since then, Zeus is happily faithful (after a few therapy sessions) although he is still a ridiculous flirt and Hera tries to control her trust and control issues. But they are also the couple that get shit done and tries to take care of everyone, one time the electricity was cut to the dorm, within 5mins Zeus and Hera were knocking on doors anding handed out a stash of candles and torches (”You guys should make a emergency box, here, have a list of everything you should have in the box).

Poseidon: Studying Marine Biology but considers himself an professional surfer. Technically, he’s Zeus’ cousin but they call each other bro so everyone assumes their brothers. He’s always travelling, hardly ever at the dorm but when he does, he’s introducing random people (”Hey guys, this is Yvette, she’s a Swedish farm girl but she says she wants to learn ballet” or “Oh this is Jason, he’s a MMA champion, we’re having a party, you’re more than willing to join, it to celebrate something about winning a belt or something…”). He also has the best stories, (”Yeah of course, I’ve been to Uluru, but I didn’t climb it cause I was talking to the tribe nearby and… or “Dude. I can’t go to Vermont they banned me after the Pineapple Incident…”). 

Hades: Studying Dead Languages and Ancient History, Hades is the youngest resident in the dorm, barely 18 because he graduated early from high school. Hades was going to take a year off to decide what he wanted to do but his  father forced him to start Uni at the same time as his brother, Zeus. Even while learning his 4th language, and about the Xia Dynasty he isn’t sure what he wants to do. He has found he likes teaching, something he discovered while teaching Dementer’s daughter Seph the Latin names of her plants. This lead to them spending afternoon trading their languages back and forth, Seph’s language of plants and trees and how they grow and eat and Hades’ languages where he brings the dead (languages) back to life. On these afternoons Demeter affectionally claims Hades “steals’ Seph away.

Demeter: Studying Business, Demeter was a teen-single mum nocked up by her high school “boyfriend”. In the end both her and the father agreed he didn’t need to be in Seph’s life. But now that her daughter is in high-school, Demeter finally wants to open up her own flower shop and horticulture class but she wants to do it right. Her daughter stays with Demeter’s best-friend Hestia because the University is so far from the High School. Seph helps her mom study and on weekends she comes to the dorm and helps in the garden Demeter nurtured out back (The Uni was originally against it but after a Demeter’s powerpoint presentation they were on board).

Athena: Studying Education, Athena wants to become a school principal preferably of a Learning Difficulties School. Athena has Dyslexia and ADD but after years of work, she is quiet proud to the level of control she has and she wants to have the chance to share that with other people. She is also a seriously into Martial Arts, because its a great way to direct her energy from ADD, right now she’s doing Judo and she finally managed to do a Hane Goshi throw (when he asked, Athena showed Hermes exactly what a Hane Goshi throw was). Athena is also a heavy gamer, she really likes Battle Force 3, COD and League of Legends although she is usually team leader.

Apollo: Studying Classical Music, Apollo studies part-time along with belonging to a Ballet Academy. Famously known as ‘The Sun” after a particularly amazing show where he wore a shining costume. He shares a room with his twin Artemis, because he is only at the dorm half the year. He has a real gift with music and continuously picks up and learns new instruments (often from youtube tutorials) which is awesome except for he insists he can play the recorder (”NO ONE can play the recorder Apollo-”. He’s considered an oddball because he is insists on practicing his instruments, his favourite is his bright yellow viola, while stretching. there was the time he tried to play the Oboe while doing the butterfly stretch and the Glaring while doing the splits. But when he does play, the sound filters through the whole building and everybody stops to listen, enraptured by the beauty of his music. Although there was one month where Apollo was sent home early from the Academy to rest after a bad fall, his music featured bad tempered battles with drums and sobbing cries from his violin (which Artemis later hit him with to get him out of his bad mood).

Artemis: Studying International Relations, she also heads a world-wide message board for people to share stories on every issue under the sun. Wanting to eventually be part of the United Nations, Artemis spends her time fundraising and bringing awareness to just about everything. She is the manager of the resident gay bar, which is also where her band ‘The Hunters’ play. People often gossip about Artemis and her group trying to figure out who is dating who, but the few times someone asks Artemis to go home with them she always says, “The only think I do in bed is sleep.” Artemis and her friends, are the scariest group on campus, they are also the most eclectic, they’re J who refuses to tell anyone their real name, John who has the widest range of skirt and tights in the world and Steph who has a tattoo of a skull on her neck and a penchant for summer dresses. But the group is terrifying not because they start fights or yell at people but because they defend everyone. One time a couple of drunk guys stumbled into the gay bar and called the crowd a bunch of freaks and a few other nastier words, Artemis responded to this by knocking the guys over the head with her mic stand. There was another time where Artemis and her friends tied a girl to the top of a flag pole after hearing her yell “Go back to ISIS” to a guy walking through campus. Apollo is thankful he’s only had to bail her out of jail twice, both times she was arrested at a protest.

Aphrodite: Studying Design, Aphrodite aims to create a more diverse range of clothing for people: skirts, shirts, pants, jackets that fit boys and girls and neither and both, people who are tall, short, fat and thin. She also has a bad habit of giving her clothes away (even though she can just make them again), she’ll just be walking along and next minute she’ll be giving her scarf to a someone because “-it brings out your eyes babe, you should wear more blue!”. Her arms are also scarred, old thin lines that almost draw the focus from to thick scars on her wrists. She doesn’t hide her arms, she often says to people who blush or hide themselves as she flings clothes at them, “lines, curves, dips and bumps make art sweetheart! Just ask Hephaestus!” She is always bringing people around, either for models, inspiration, lovers or a combination she is hardly ever alone. Her dorm room is full of draping fabrics and rolls of ribbon that seems to be never ending. She also has the widest range of fashion, one time she spent a whole day just walking around in a ball gown, the next she was in full gothic logia aesthetic. Her Instagram! Its a thing of beauty, full of pictures of models, clothes and the sources of her inspirations, each picture just breathes with the beauty Aphro sees in the world.

8. Ares: Studying The History of Warfare. Ares came out of the arming with an honourable discharge after losing his hearing from being a blast that nearly set him on fire. At first Ares was uncomfortable, he had residual scarring all up his right arm and torso and he didn’t like wearing his hearing aid. But he couldn’t hold his fear with Aphrodite next door, who accepted and treated scars like they were freckles, simply part of the body. They tried to date, but decided to stay friends simply because they both valued being able to hold someone for comfort. After his return, Ares decided to study into what he was fighting for. Since beginning his degree Ares has written 2 books on how history repeats itself, particularly war. Ares is also a huge conspiracy theorist, honestly, he and Zeus get in huge arguments about governments and secrets which only stop when Hera intervenes. Surprisingly, the person he is closest to is Athena, every Wednesday night the pair stay up until 4am playing viedo games and comparing battle strategies.

Hephaestus: Studying Arts, nicknamed ‘The Creator’. Born in a wheel chair, Hep was originally an Engineer, but after becoming tired of making but not feeling like he was creating anything, came back to Uni to study art. Hep has used every material and media available in the art department, he is known for unusual works made from twisted metals and harsh brushstrokes. Everyone gossiped when, a few months back, Hep asked Aphrodite to model for him, and although he finished the work, the only one who is allowed to see it is Aphrodite, (she is also the only one who is allowed in his room and can convince him to eat/sleep/wake up). One time Hermes peaked into his room while Hep was sleeping and only had time to see a mural of Frida Kahlo’s  Broken Column before he was hit with a paint pallet. Always sleep deprived, grumpy and dirty, he disappears for days to work in the arts department on his next invention and sleeps for a whole day when he comes back. But when he finishes his work, he invites the whole dorm and uses the funds to donate to the children’s hospital in town.

Hermes: studying Journalism, he is also the radio host of the university radio, he has his hand on the pulse and knows about every single good deal, cheapest drinks, best parties, quietest study areas on campus. He constantly submits articles to the New York Times and the Huffington posts, on a whole range of topics from sitting down with Artemis and Aphrodite to talk about diversity and representation. He is unfortunately the biggest gossip and he is unusually good a figuring things out, so anytime anyone has drama they run in the opposite direction of him. But the unofficial councillor, people will write/text/call/tweet/email into the station and Hermes will do an hour long segment on ‘what to do if your S.O. is abusive’ or ‘Guys we’re having a meeting for people who struggle during exam block so we can all keep an eye on each other’.  

Dionysus: Studying Culinary Science, Dionysus is a recovering alcoholic who is now determined to open up his own restaurant. Wanting to make food so good it will make people go insane, Dionysus insists on testing his meals on the whole dorm. It is not unusual for it to be 4am and to have Dion banging on someone’s door demanding they taste his soup/steak/pasta etc. His room always smells fantastic, sometimes like cinnamon and berries other times like cooked beef and gravy. He and Demeter are always gossiping about the garden, they both want to make an orchid next.

Sweeter Than Honey

Prompt: Could you write a Shiro x reader where the reader is casually calling Shiro sweetie or hon or something for the first time and him just being like (•///•) please? by @natasha-baggins

Y/N was hard at work fixing some faulty wiring on one of the machines that is used to maintain the lions. She was alone and concentrating intensely until she heard  set of heavy footsteps enter the room.

“What are you working on, Y/N?” Shiro asked

Y/N glanced up quickly and smiled a greeting. “Some of the wiring got burnt out last time we used this so I am trying to clean what I can and replace the broken parts.” Y/N explained, her e/c refocusing on her task.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Um… I think I’ve mostly got it. Oh! Could you hand me that screwdriver, please?”

“Sure thing.” Shiro retrieved the object and handed it to the woman

“Thanks, Sweetie.” Y/N said distractedly, intently focused on putting the tool to work.

She continued to work for several moments before realizing that Shiro staring at her with a not so subtle pink tone to his face.

“What? Do I have grease on my face?” Y/N asked concernedly.

“No, it is just you- um- you called me ‘sweetie’” Shiro stammered out, his face turning from pink to red.

“Oh! I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, it is an old habit of mine and I wasn’t thinking. I-”

“It’s fine.” Shiro interjected. “I just wasn’t expecting it. I actually kinda liked it, if I am being honest.” Shiro admitted shyly.

“Oh, well that’s good.” Y/N said fiddling with the tool in her hands.

“You know… You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.” Y/N said mischievously.

Shiro blushed even redder. “Well, you’re pretty cute all of the time.” Shiro answered.

“Are you flirting with me, sweetie?” Y/N asked with mock surprise.

“Only if you are flirting back, honey.” Shiro said with a smirk

“Okay ,you need to leave.” Y/N giggled. “I’m not going to get anything done if we continue on like this.”

“Well then, we’ll just have to continue this some other time.” Shiro said with a smile as he exited the room.


“So… You and Shiro?” Pidge asked slowly as she walked over from where she had been working on her lion. It wasn’t that she was hiding, she was just quiet and Y/N hadn’t even realized she was there.

“I don’t know what you are talking about?” Y/N said quickly, her face turning the same shade of pink Shiro’s had.

“Sure, you don’t” Pidge smirked. Oh, Hunk is gonna love this.

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Originally posted by sugaglos

You climb wearily up the stairs, the muscles in your arms quivering as you haul your suitcase up the last few steps. Living on the top floor of your apartment building is absolutely fantastic - until the lifts break, that is.

“Sorry, love,” the repairman had said apologetically, his head emerging from the gaping hole where the elevator should be. “You’ll have to take the stairs.”

“Okay,” you had said, too tired to even enquire about what was wrong with the elevator. “Thank you.”

You had trudged up the stairs slowly, your thoughts on the long, warm shower you would take when you got to your flat.

When you finally make it up to your floor you throw the door open and set your suitcase down on the couch in relief.

You open your mouth to call out but then close it with a snap. Oh, right, you think, looking around the empty flat with a pang. That’s right.

There is no Jimin here to greet you. 

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Jared Leto Joker x Reader

Dating Joker involves :

- you working for him
- you wearing really short shorts and skirts
- him demanding you to stay home when he goes on a “business meeting ” and you wanted to go with him
- him being overprotective over you
- him being jealous if a guy flirts with you
- mind blowing sex almost every night
- you bearly able to stand after said nights
- you having the letter “J” tattood on your wrist
- you calling him : J , Mr J , boss and daddy (his personal favourite)
- him calling you doll all the time
- random make out sessions when nobody else was around
- you sitting in his lap every opportunity you got
- him randomly touching you until you start begging for him but he just leaves the room , teasing you
- you distracting Batman when he stars a fight with J so that he can escape with you
- you making him dark chocolate chip cookies because he preferres dark chocolate
- you help him with his wounds after a bad mission
- him always being on top and you on bottom
- him teaching how to use all sorts of guns
- him pulling mean pranks on you and apologising later
- him picking out your lingerie, it was almost always black lace
- you loving the crazy psychopath as much as he loves you

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Scars and Memories

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of a parent with terminal illness, loss of a sibling, loss of a child, self-harm, and a panic attack.

Scars and Memories

It’s called Scars, which at first made no sense. With the amount of skin it displayed (A lot. Scars didn’t seem to care for the human concept of clothing.), you were well aware that everything was smooth, completely unblemished.

Then you got desperate, and you found out why people referred to it that way.

Scars was known for making a very specific bargain. One hardass professor, one impossible final. Some people were prepared, or warned. They listened for the teacher to drop hints and studied until they could recite the course work backwards.

Most students didn’t pay enough attention and weren’t ready. You were one of them. And you needed to not only finish the final, but ace it. You needed the points to pass the class so you would have just enough credits to graduate.

(Four years at this crazy school, and you should have known better.)

It was the last day to take the test when you went to the back of the building that held the professor’s lecture hall. You had a bowl of chocolate pudding, a nutter butter bar, and a cheap, screen-printed hand fan.

When Scars was suddenly there, hands already outstretched for the offerings, you flinched. Arms with attached membranes, like a bat. Hairless legs that curved back, like a goat. An elongated face, like a deer, but with eyes that faced forward, predatory. A brief, crocheted skirt of pale green covered whatever genitals it might have, and six teats ran in two rows down the torso. The bald, earless head was covered in indigo designs, and all the flesh on display faded from the extremities, orange to pink to light purple inward, similar to the sky at dawn.

When it spoke, the noise was a choked gurgle, as though speaking underwater. “Would you bargain?”

“I would.”

It laid out the deal in simple terms, and you finally understood the name. You would reveal a scar, with a story attached. It would take the scar and the tale, and you would have all the necessary knowledge to get an A on the final.

You thought it was a good deal. Who would want to keep their ugly scars, given the opportunity to get rid of them?

You missed the loophole in the wording.

(Later, you would find out about Pear, who used to have a little scar on her finger and the memory of the day her parents told her that her mother had six months to live. Or Omnibus, he couldn’t remember when he cut too deep, and scared himself enough to stop. Or Ember, and the slice on their ear from the day they shaved their head and finally told their uncle they weren’t a “her”. Or Deep Dish, the gruesome gash on his arm that had nearly killed him and the memory of his sister dying in the crash, both gone. Or Pepper, falling off the playground and falling in love with her future wife, who had kissed the bleeding knee and declared it “all better!” None of them could remember the day, or how they got the scars, or even that they’d had a scar.)

It touched your stomach as you told the story, and for a moment the line of raised flesh appeared on Scars in the same spot, only to sink beneath the skin.

You left feeling dazed, lightheaded. You went straight to the testing center and walked away with a score of 98 out of a total of 100. You celebrated your graduation, then got ready to move home and start searching for a job, relieved to put Elsewhere behind you.

You found it when you were packing, inside a book called Mama, Do You Love Me? Sitting down, you felt compelled to read the book and fought off a panic attack all the way through, although you didn’t know why. It was folded over and tucked into the last page. A combined birth and death certificate that identified a baby girl, named Celia. She had been born premature. The line for a father’s name read “unknown”.

Your name was on the line for the mother. You had been seventeen.

You curled into a ball around your smooth stomach, clawing at the skin until it bled, and broke down crying.


Note: Seriously, my brain won’t shut up. I love this terrifying, gorgeous, traumatizing school.