now i know why it was named one of the top companies to work for in america

DC/Marvel Crossover

Prompt: How about one where batsis goes on a solo mission and the avengers arrested her because they didn’t know who she was and bat fam gets worried because she hasn’t been back and Bruce sends Tim to get her


“You’re telling me that you want to break into Avengers Tower and … what? Download all of the information on the Avengers?”

Bruce nods, “That’s exactly what I want you to do. They have too many people on that team that could one day try and take over the world, I need to know how to stop them.”

“And how am I supposed to get into a building that houses a god, two super soldiers now, a Hulk, two assassins, and a genius? That’s not even including their handler, Phil, who I have met and have a deep respect for”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out” Bruce lays a hand over your shoulder before making his way to the Batmobile, “I need those files, Y/N. I’m depending on you for this. Stark would expect me to go after the files, he won’t expect you. There’s a gala in one week that I am invited to, that would be the best time to strike, all of the Avengers are going to be in attendance.”

“Fine, I’ll start planning now”

Getting into Avengers Tower is surprisingly easy. There aren’t any assassins, or even that many security guards in the building. It isn’t until you’ve already gotten thought the servers firewall and are halfway finished uploading the Avengers files that you notice something is wrong.

Those files do not belong to you.

You let out a shriek (that you’ll deny later) when a voice starts talking from the ceiling. “What the fuck!?”

You have not been authorized by Sir to access these files.

“Who are you?”

I am JARVIS, I am the artificial intelligence that runs Avengers Tower. I have already scanned you, you are not a SHIELD agent, nor are you an employee of SI.

“And you’re just now confronting me? If you control the whole building why didn’t you stop me sooner?”

I was curious as to your goal

It sounds like the AI is amused, of course Stark would make an AI with an attitude. “And now that you know what I’m doing, what are you going to do?”

I have intercepted the file uploads and blocked them. I have also shut down the room you are currently in, have locked it, and informed Sir of your presence.

“Of fucking course you did”

You will not have to wait long, miss. The Avengers are on their way now.

Natasha Romanoff is the first one to reach you, and when she starts to tie your hands behind your back you don’t even try and stop her. You might be a vigilante in Gotham, but unlike your brothers and father, you know when you’re outmatched. So instead of further injuring yourself, you quietly submit to being tied up and gagged.

“JARVIS, who is she?”

I am currently running a facial recognition scan now, Agent Romanoff

“Good, I’m going to take her to Interrogation Room 3. Tell the others to meet us there”

Of course.

Natasha marches you down several flights of stairs, and through a steel door to an interrogation room.

“I’m going to take off the gag now, and you’re going to answer my questions. Understand?” The gag is quickly pulled off. “Now who are you?”

“It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Romanoff. I’ve always looked up to you, you know? I mean you survived the Red Room, the Soviets, even the Winter Soldier. And what happened in Budapest! You and Mr. Barton were amazing there! I didn’t think you guys were gonna come out alive …”

A knife presses against your throat, leaving a shallow cut, “How do you know about any of that? Who sent you here? Who the hell are you?”

The door slams open, “Agent Romanoff! Put that away, and untie her”

“Sir …?”

“Now, Agent Romanoff”

The knife quickly pulls away from your throat, a thin trickle of blood left in its place, but you don’t pay much attention to it. Instead you twist around and throw a grin at the older man, “Hey, Phil, it’s been a while”

“Ms. Wayne, I can’t say that I am glad to see you. According to the report JARVIS gave me, you were attempting to upload the personal files for all of the Avengers. I assume that your father was the one to send you?”

“Yeah, Dad said something about needing to have a plan for if anyone here went evil, he wants to know how to kill them. You know my father likes his plans”

“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to get you out of this mess. The transgression did not happen on SHIELD soil. The Avengers will decide what they want to do with you”

“So … I get to meet everyone?”

Phil lets out a chuckle, “Yes, you will be able to meet the rest of the Avengers, however these aren’t the best circumstances to meet them under.”

“You really think dad would let me meet them any other way? This is probably the only time I’m gonna get to meet the Winter Soldier”

“The other Avengers won’t be happy with what you did. It was a complete violation of their privacy. Even if I put in a good word for you, I don’t know if they will listen to me”

“It’s fine. Even if they decide to torture me, I’ll be alright. I mean I’ve probably had worse from the Joker and from the al Ghul’s.”

Before Phil can answer, the door once again opens and Tony Stark steps through, “You can hold off on that facial recognition scan, JARVIS. I know who this is”

“Hello, Tony!”

“Hello, Y/N” He spins the chair around and plops down on it, straddling the back of it, “I can’t say I’m happy to see you though”

“I know, I hate that I had to do this, but you know my father, he’s not someone you say no to”

“Natasha, will you untie her?”

“Not until you tell me who she is, and what we are going to do with her” Natasha crosses her arms, knife still help tightly in one hand. “All I’ve gathered is that both you and Phil know who she is, and that she was attempting to steal our personal files.”

“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is Y/N Wayne.”

Phil sighs quietly, “She is also known as the Sparrow, the one who managed to get Red Hood to stop unnecessarily killing, she is also SHIELDs contact in Gotham, and she is the liaison between SHIELD and the JLA”

“How have I never met her then?”

“It was considered a conflict of interest for me to meet the Avengers because I am already in the JLA. Of course, my father doesn’t give a damn that I’ve possibly just ruined the relationship between SHIELD and the JLA, all he cares about is being able to stop you if any of you decide to go homicidal.”

“He thinks that he’ll be able to stop any of us?”

You shrug as much as you can with your arms still bound, “No idea, I don’t try to understand his way of thinking. Phil,” You tilt back, trying to make eye contact with the agent, “You know he’s going to send one of my brothers after me. I don’t want them hurt”

“I’ll warn everyone, don’t worry. Now, Natasha, if you’ll untie Y/N and bring her to the common room. We can await the arrival of one of Y/N’s brothers there. In the meantime, you all can ask her any questions you’d like”

“So you’re telling me that Bruce Wayne is Batman, one of your brothers has come back from the dead, you aren’t allowed to kill any of the villains that have taken hundreds of lives, and that you were once a part of the League of Assassins. Am I missing anything?”

“Yeah, I once stopped Superman and Superboy when they were mind controlled, and I work as Lex Luthor’s assistant and help him curb his homicidal tendencies … I’ve also time travelled before”

Steve Rogers puts his head in his hands, “Of course you have. Is there anything else?”

“Nope” You glance around the common room, locking eyes with Bruce Banner, “Can you turn into the Hulk? I’d really like to see him again.”

“Again?”

“I met him once, about a year after you left America, he saved my life. I had just blown up one of the League of Assassins compounds and didn’t get out in time, I was trapped under rubble. I had accepted the fact that I was going to die there when a huge green hand smashed through the rubble and dragged me out. Hulk left before I could even say thank you”

“I don’t remember that”

You flash a brief smile, “I’m not surprised, I did some research on you after that. You don’t remember 85% of what happens when you’re the Hulk, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct, how did you …?”

“I have a lot of connections, Dr. Banner. Who do you think was the one that got General Ross to leave you alone once you came back to America?”

Bruce’s eyes go wide, “You … you … how?”

“I have some friends in high places that owed me a favor or two, they cracked down hard on Ross, forced him to stop hunting you. SHIELD tried to get him to stop, but even though they’re a top secret government organization they didn’t have enough leverage to get thing’s done”

It takes Bruce a minute or two to speak after that, “Thank you, that means a lot that you’d do something like that”

“He saved my life, it’s the least I could do”

“So, Phil, how do you know Y/N?” Clint drops down from the vent opening, perching on the arm of the couch.

“Phil and I met while he was in Tahiti, after the Chitauri invasion.”

“Why were you in Tahiti?”

“I was captured by the al Ghul’s and tortured for 4 months. By the time my family found me I was almost dead. SHILED sent me there to heal, like they did with Phil. We’ve run into each other a few times after that, but that was where we met”

Phil rolls his eyes, “Y/N refused to stay in her hospital room and constantly snuck into mine while we healed. I wasn’t allowed out of bed for several weeks, and every day Y/N would limp into my room to keep me company”

“Phil’s someone I consider a good friend now”

Clint sticks his bottom lip out, pouting at his handler, “How come I never heard of her? We could have been BirdBros!”

“I’ve been begging Phil for years to let me meet you guys, but he kept saying that it was a ‘conflict of interest’ but I just think that he didn’t want to deal with the paperwork”

Phil raised one eyebrow, “Unfortunately it seems that I wasn’t able to keep you two apart, and now I dread the mayhem that you will cause.”

“Mayhem will have to wait until after my brother’s inevitable rescue attempt”

Surprisingly it’s Tim that was sent to rescue you. The Avengers had put you back into the interrogation room, and were all watching from the control room.

“Hey, Red. I thought you were off with the Titans this week.”

“B called me in, said that you needed to be rescued, and some files needed to be retrieved”

“I’m sorry, babybird, but we won’t be getting those files today”

Tim smirks, “They don’t even know I’m here …”

The speaker crackles to life, “Unfortunately, kid, we do know you’re here and your sister’s right, you won’t be getting access to those files tonight”

“Sorry, Red, they kinda set up a trap to catch all of us birds. They knew that someone would come for me, and now someone will come for the both of us.”

Tim sighs, “Do we have to stay in this room the whole time?”

The door opens and Tony steps in, “Of course you won’t. It’s team bonding night, so movies and snacks. I’ll even let you call your other brothers so they can get in on the action.”

“We’re going to have a sleepover with the Avengers?”

You chuckle, “It looks like it, babybird, it looks like it”

anonymous asked:

That coffeshop AU and the actors AU are GOLDEN. I NEED that in my life now ;(

I can’t really write much for the coffee shop AU because I don’t have any inspiration for it but here are some extracts and concept writing for what the Actors Au would look like

Disclaimer - this is a fake au fic from the Rivals series. In universe it would be written by a Viktuuri fan and so is based on how that fans see umfb!viktor and Yuuri not as they actually are. It was also written as a joke on my phone in half an hour so please don’t take this as serious writing!

Original concept - no.5 of the ‘15 most popular fics in the Rivals universe alternate AO3’ - Original post here


Title: Before the Camera, Behind the Screen

Rating:  Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Figure Skating RPF

Relationships: Katsuki Yuuri/Viktor Nikiforov

Characters: Katsuki Yuuri, Viktor Nikiforov, Phichit Chulanont, Christophe Giacometti, Celestino Cialdini, Yakov Feltsman

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – Actors, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, they’re actors playing figure skaters for a big Hollywood movie, and they hate each other, at first at least, why do they not use body doubles for their sex scenes?, plot reasons that’s why

Summary:

Sweat-slicked skin gleamed under the lights, two bodies moving as one as gasps of pleasure filled the quiet room. Katsuki had his head thrown back, eyes glazed as he rode out the sensation, thighs clamped tight around the warm body beneath him and hands fisted into silver hair…

“Cut.” Came the harsh voice of the director as the studio lights snapped back on, flooding the scene with a glaring brightness. “Take five everyone.”

“And you two.” he turned to the two actors who were both blinking in the sudden light and wiping the fake sweat from where it was lying stickily across their skin. “You need to get it together soon or this whole movie is going to be a disaster. You’re supposed to be in love for Christ’s sake! Katsuki, you look like you’re counting down the minutes until you can finish this scene and go and get lunch and Nikiforov, you’re just looking bored. You’re supposed to be actors! I don’t care how much you hate each other, you better act like you don’t or you’re both getting fired.”

Katsuki glared down at Nikiforov who was still lying beneath him, looking annoyed.

“You better step up your game.” Nikiforov drawled, looking disparagingly up at the man still straddling him. “I have a reputation to uphold and I’m not going to lose it to a bad movie because of one amateur, one-hit-wonder actor who can’t do his job properly.”

“Maybe it would be easier to do my job if you weren’t such an arrogant ass who can’t admit to his own mistakes.” Katsuki shot back, glare intensifying. “And stop acting like you’re such a big deal. You might be famous but you’re not that impressive.”

“I don’t know, I’ve been reliably informed by a lot of people that I’m very impressive.”

Nikiforov flicked his eyes to where their bodies were joined, only the smallest pieces of fabric separating them, eyebrow raised suggestively. Katsuki snorted in disgust, then rolled his hips in an unexpected movement that made a certain part of Nikiforov perk up in unintentional interest.

“I’ve seen better.”

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Office-mate who loves CNN but doesn't understand how televisions work is destroyed by that which she loves most

Hi! Long time lurker, first time poster. I told this story to my friend and she suggested I post it here, so here it is for your judgement/enjoyment!

I work in a small office with only 6 people. The way the office is broken up I share my office with another person, so we’re essentially facing each other. It’s away from the other offices, so we’re kind of left to our own devices. I’ve been working here for about three years now, and have always gotten along with my office-mate. My old office-mate left to start a family, so I’ve been alone for a bit before they hired Marge.

Marge is what you’d find if you googled “worst office-mate.” She brings in smelly food she eats at her desk, she plays loud music in our shared space (even after being asked not to), she fights with the boss on every little thing, she’s nosy (always asking me where I’ve been when I walk back into the office, and I’ve literally caught her listening in at the bosses door). She asks me invasive questions, and when I finally snapped at her to mind her own business she acted like I’d personally assaulted her.

She HATES Trump, which, I mean, everyone in this office does, but she feels the need to CONSTANTLY TALK ABOUT HIM. She is CONSTANTLY relating headlines and giving her commentary, it’s like we have CNN on at the office. I honestly wouldn’t find this so irksome if she didn’t call him a racist in one breath, and in the next lament that there “are not enough white doctors” in America. Whatever. I only bring this up because of what happens next.

Since she loves to be outraged by Trump she needs to watch CNN as much as possible. And again, I just want to point out that we’re ALL outraged by Trump, we just don’t talk about him constantly - and gleefully. It seems like she enjoys hating him. While WE are all sick about the racist shit happening across the country, it seems like SHE is enjoying the unrest, like she loves to be outraged. It seems inauthentic to me, and for whatever reason her attitude offends me.

Anyway, she needs to watch CNN. So, on her break she heads to the office break room which is shared by everyone in the building (like 300 companies). The TV is set by default to CNN but sometimes someone will change it. I noticed that, since she is electronic illiterate, she cannot figure out how to change the channels on the flat screen TV (she asked me for help but I told her I didn’t know how lol). I noticed that she got really upset one day when the TV wasn’t turned to CNN, and complained to the front desk reception (lol wut?) who dutifully sent the maintenance man up to change the damn channel.

Seriously.

So, since I am a petty person, I downloaded an app that can work as a universal remote. I synced it to the break room TV and, since I take my lunch before her, I’d switch it away from CNN from the comfort of my chair. No one is in the break room while I’m on lunch, so it’s not disruptive.

Every day I’d take my lunch, relax in the break room, and watch the nature channel. Every day Marge would demand that the maintenance man go up and switch the channel for her. I don’t know if they offered to “teach” her to change the channel, or if she’s just too stupid to figure it out from watching, or what, but every day she is upset, and every day she comes back from lunch complaining that “this whole office is against me.”

Heh.

This went on for a while. BUT, one fateful day I was heading to the bathroom when I heard a commotion coming from the first floor lobby. I wander over and look over the railing to see Marge squaring off with the girls at reception, yelling at the top of her lungs.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU PEOPLE. CNN SHOULD BE ON AT ALL TIMES! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!!!”

(Side note: she totally has the “I want to speak to your manager” haircut)

The poor girl at reception says something back, I can’t really hear since she spoke at a normal volume, but I think it was along the lines of “our maintenance person is busy” because Marge continues with:

“THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! HE CAN’T GO UP FOR ONE SECOND TO TURN IT TO CNN?!?! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. YOU PEOPLE ARE INCOMPETENT AND RUDE!!”

She was yelling all sorts of things, some of which I can’t even remember. The gist of it was that Marge felt the staff of the office building was personally attacking her by not switching it to CNN on demand.

I get an idea and sprint back towards our office. I vault over a desk, skid around a corner, fling open our door, and compose myself before calmly walking by the bosses office, stopping in his doorway and tilting my head.

“Do you hear that?” I ask, innocently.

“What?” He asks, looking up from his work.

“That yelling - do you hear that?”

The boss gets up with a curious look on his face and I shrug and walk away. He walks out of the office and out onto the landing, just in time to witness Marge call a tearful receptionist an “incompetent idiot.” and “a stupid Mexican” (I know, she’s a racist pig, that’s part of why I’ve been messing with her).

Boss watches quietly for a minute before going back into his office. I sit down at my desk and get back to work. Soon, Marge storms in, still angry. She’s grumbling and visibly upset.

Boss calls her into his office. Meanwhile, the clock strikes 6 and I pack up to leave. I can hear muffled yelling coming from bosses office but it’s time to leave so I grab my stuff and head out.

The next morning I head to work and notice something is different right away. I walk into my office and see that everything that belonged to Marge has been cleared away.

She’d been fired. My boss bought the receptionist a bouquet of flowers to apologize and fired Marge. I’m told that she didn’t do much work anyway and they probably won’t replace her.

Now I not only am rid of the most hateful bitch I’ve ever know, but I have my office all to myself now.

I’m pretty pleased with myself, honestly. And my boss.

Edit: Maybe I shouldn’t have added the bit about Trump, but I thought it was important to show her hypocrisy as one of the reasons she’s deserving of petty justice. I didn’t mean for the comment section to focus on the politics of it or devolve into name-calling, though I probably should have guessed it.

Look, bottom line: There are shitty people who are democrats, and shitty people who are republicans. There are also great people who are democrats, and great people who are republicans. Marge was a shitty person who happened to be a democrat - this says nothing about anything other than that she is an awful, hypocritical person. If you’re using this to justify hating on democrats, or republicans, blindly, then you’re likely just as bad as Marge herself.

anonymous asked:

Hey if you're still doing rec lists do you have any where stony meet cos Steve has to protect Tony or even after they've met Tony is in danger and Steve protects him maybe even some rescue fics? Either/or tbh, thankyou

Who doesn’t love Knight in Shining Armor Steve???  There are a lot of great fics that could fit your requests, but here are a few that I think you will enjoy.

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And I hope you have all you’ve dreamed of by Kairin16:  The world Steve wakes up to from ice has no need for Captain America anymore. Looking for his place in the new world, Steve gets hired as a bodyguard to the heir to Stark Industries, seventeen years old Tony Stark. Turns out it was both the worst and the best thing that could happen to him.

Measure of Protection by ohmyloki:  Steve has been Tony’s bodyguard for five weeks now. It’s a record amount of time since Happy, most of his new bodyguards averaging around four days before finally quitting.

If You Want to Live (The Historical Present Remix) by @sineala:  The Civil War is over. The SHRA is gone. Steve has been brought back to life. He’s settling into his new duties as America’s top cop. His longtime friendship with Carol Danvers – Avenger, former director of SHIELD, and former leader of the pro-Registration forces – is now a tenuous one. But something is very wrong in the world. This isn’t how it was supposed to be. Someone is missing.Tony Stark was killed at the age of seventeen, and it’s up to Steve to travel into the past to save a man he doesn’t remember from a man he knows all too well: a mysterious assassin from another time and place, a man with a metal arm. And the truth is more complicated than anyone could ever have guessed.

I Don’t Want My Heart to Show by @laudatenium:  On a gut impulse, Tony Stark hires Steve Rogers to be his bodyguard after Steve rescues him from an automotive crash. But despite his resolution not to share his secret with Steve, the man is far different than anyone else Tony’s ever known.And thus it begins.——AU of Tales of Suspense 45, where Steve was melted before the Avengers existed. And the fallout.

Four (or Five) Reasons for Kidnapping Tony Stark by @scifigrl47: There are four reasons for kidnapping Tony Stark. Tony’s sick of all of them. Well, there’s potentially a fifth, but it’s highly unlikely that Captain America will suddenly fulfill THAT fantasy. Tony’s deeply disappointed about that.Steve Rogers, as always, is oblivious. At least, that is, until someone who isn’t him kidnaps Tony. Then he’s just pissed.

The Knight and the Tower by valtyr:  The brave knight Sir Steven attempts to rescue a damsel in distress. Nothing goes according to plan.

How to Save a Life by @itsallavengers:  Steve and Tony fight, which is honestly not that unusual.Then Tony gets kidnapped. And suddenly Steve has a lot more to worry about than their stupid argument.

Hubris by romanoff: Tony would call it bad luck but, lets be honest, it was probably a long time coming.Or: Steve tries to find Tony and realises some things along the way.

Not Anyone’s Shade by @kaesaria:   Tony had fought, at first. Now he just waits.

Not a Special Snowflake by Annehiggins:  Tony Stark is no one’s special snowflake, so why do the bad guys keep trying to use him as bait? Set in a ‘gay Tony’ world so he was never romantically involved with Pepper.

Take Your Time by Avidreader6:  Tony just wanted a fun night out with Rhodey and Pepper, unfortunately Justin Hammer has other plans.
Steve to the rescue!

His Blue Heaven by Notevenwinded:  In a world where the Avengers never existed, Tony Stark, the successful heir of Stark Industries, discovers Captain America’s body frozen in the ice. With the Captain reluctant on taking back his hero title and Tony’s rivals wanting to use the super soldier serum for their own plans, the billionaire tries to find a way to help Steve adjust to this new world and keep his company running. A series of unfortunate events and with Tony in grave danger, Steve chooses to take the mantle of Captain America yet again and save him, marking his return to the spotlight.

Irreplaceable by orphan_account: There are obvious downsides to being the only member of the Avengers who is not a super soldier, a god, or a super assassin, and does not Hulk out when aggravated.
The most obvious one is that when villains want bait, they’ve got a go-to guy.Tony already knew Mondays sucked. He did not need his opinion reinforced this way.

You Don’t Only Get One Shot by janonny: In which Tony voluntarily carries a tracker around, and learns how to talk to Steve all over again in-between and during kidnapping attempts.“Leave you alone for two months, and you have an operation all set up to track wayward Hydra cells and rescue innocent billionaires,” Tony said, his tone skating the line of annoyance and admiration.

Let’s See What You Did Wrong by Resacon1990:  In which Tony is kidnapped by a rival mob

Toy Soldiers by copperbadge:  When Steve Rogers, five foot four and a hundred and ten pounds, met Tony Stark in a bar, he didn’t expect it to lead to a relationship. Or that Tony would find out he’s not an art student during a SHIELD rescue mission in Afghanistan.

Promise by Woad:     After Siberia, Ross makes good on his threat to put Tony in one of the Raft’s cells. Written for TRB Breakout.

You Never Call Me (By My Name) by @tisfan: In 1872, in the western town of Timely, the Town Drunk and scape-grace, Tony Stark, goes missing. Kidnapped by bandits and tortured for his cooperation, Ten Rings want him to repair his terrible weapons.Sheriff Rogers goes to rescue Tony.Problem: Who’s going to rescue Steve?

A Busy Man by @captainneverever:   Tony has been too busy for anything but work and he can’t seem to find time for dinner with Steve. But Steve goes missing and Tony might have missed his chance.

Past Imperfect by @captainneverever:  Present day Tony tells Steve that Steve wouldn’t like the college version of Tony.An alternative Steve, living in a dystopian future, is sent back to the past to stop the death of a young Tony Stark at MIT. He doesn’t know what he’s going to find but he’s going to try his best to save Tony.

The Ransom of Tony Stark by antigrav_vector:  As tends to be the case with anything involving the Avengers, the day starts out routine, and rapidly goes sideways. This day is no different; What was supposed to be a routine recon mission suddenly turns into a rescue…

Across the Universe by antigrav_vector:  During a mission, Iron Man vanishes. Captain America isn’t about leave a man down – or missing – on the field. Going after his missing teammate reveals a bit more than he really intended, though. Now, he has to decide what – if anything – he wants to do about the feelings he’s finally had to acknowledge.

Getting Home Again (The Kidnappers Never Prosper Remix) by antigrav_vector:  He was asleep when Tony was taken, and it’s left Steve a wreck. Now he’s got to keep it together long enough to get Tony back…

Kidnapped!(Again) by Muccamukk:  These are the worst kidnappers Tony has ever had.

“Meeting in three.”

“Ok, thanks.” You responded to your fellow employee, gathering any material that you thought was going to be necessary.

“Come on, come on!” Your friend Jane walked into your office, so the both of you could go together.

“Alright,” You laughed while meeting her at the door and starting your way to the conference room.

“So how’s it like working for Harry?” She asked winking at you.

“You’re gross, you know that.” You shook your head laughing.

“Hey—he’s rich, handsome and young, you can’t get any better than that.”

“Well then why don’t you date him? I’m sure—“

“Good morning ladies.” You were cut off by Harry himself and looked at Jane.

“Morning, Mr. Osborn.” Your friend spoke, when you didn’t. “Oh would you look at that, I think he just checked you out… Oh crap, how long do you think he was behind us?” She asked, giving you a petrified look causing you to laugh.

“Hello everybody, please have a seat.”

To tell the truth, you were head over heels in love with Harry Osborn. You knew him from a young age; your mothers being best friends and always setting up play dates with you two. You were appreciative that he gave you a job working for him, but it only made it more difficult to conceal the fact. Now, here was your friend, shipping you and him like her life depended on it.

You snapped out of your thoughts and happened to catch Felicia Hardy, one of Harry’s assistant, leaning over whispering in his ear. She brought her hand to his chest and kept it there for a few seconds, before removing it when the guest speaker cleared his throat. You looked away, instantly becoming infuriated that she was all over him like that; and then in a meeting. You weren’t really the jealous type, but she definitely struck a nerve.

“Have the either of you came up with a plan to how we’re going to get the other big guys on board? Without the help of these other companies, we might as well throw in the towel now and forget about Project X3.”

“No Sir,” Felicia cleared her throat, “Although we can just keep G-Industries in the dark and use them as a last resort.”

“Harry?”

“I’m with her. We’ll wait out the other ones and come back to G if all else fails.”

Perhaps it was the fact that you were already wound up which made you speak. You, the quiet worker who sat in her office and never really socialized with anyone, now had the eyes of approximately twenty workers on her.

“I think we need to hit the other companies head on. Tell them our plans and make it seem like it’ll be crazy not to join in. I know, from experience, that G-Industries won’t take any deal we throw at them,” You stole a quick glance at Felicia and Harry and continued on, “These are all men who are willing to gamble and get their name known at anything. The longer we hold out on them, the better the chance something more advanced and impressive, goes up.” The whole room was staring at you and at any given moment you could have fell flat on your ass. Jane was probably the most shocked; her eyes as big as saucers and bottom jaw practically on the floor. The speaker gave you a look and leaned back in his chair.

“What is your name young lady?”

“Y/N Y/L/N, sir. I’m Mr. Osborn’s manager.” You replied, head held high, prepared to take any sarcastic or crude comment he’d throw your way.

“Well Miss. Y/L/N, you’re probably the first person I’ve met who hasn’t been afraid to speak their minds around me. I find your idea to be ‘a breath of fresh air’ if you know what I mean.”

“I also took the liberty to get in touch with some of my contacts to find out annual cost and expenses that each company has,” You put your folder down to pull out charts and slid them over to the man, “Here is some info about the four establishments we are most interested in.” You watched as he skimmed over the documents then back to you.

“How would you like to come work for me? I could use someone like you; on top of your game and fresh ideas.” He asked sitting upright.

“Now hold on,” Harry jumped up from his seat getting everyone’s attention, “Y/N works for me and I value her as an employee.”

“Miss. Y/L/N?” You looked back over and from the corner of your eye; you could see Harry still staring at you.

“I wouldn’t mind expanding.” You answered resulting in some quiet ‘oohs’ from a few of the male workers.

“Great, when you’ve made a final decision contact me,” He handed you a card with his number on it and flashed a smile, “ S.H.I.E.L.D. will be happy to have you.” You nodded and looked down at your watch.

“If you’ll excuse me,” You stole a glance from the card then back to him, “Mr. Fury I have another meeting to attend.” You shook the man’s hand and walked out with Jane feeling proud.

“Did that really just happen?” She questioned, trying to keep up with your fast pace.

“I think so.” You smiled at her quickly.

“Man, you should have seen Harry’s and Felicia’s face when he handed you his card.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” You muttered.

“Oh, speaking of—I gotta go.” You stopped walking when Jane broke away from you leaving you by yourself, or so you thought.

“What the hell was that?” Harry asked, making you turn around.

“What was what?”

“That back there! Saying how you’re willing to expand?”

“Exactly that Harry, I’m willing to expand my career outside of Oscorp. We’ve talked about this before when you first gave me a job.”

“I didn’t think it’d be anytime soon!” He yelled capturing the attention of some other employers. You gave them a smile and pushed Harry into your office which was thankfully close by.

“No, but you knew the day would come where I wasn’t working with you anymore…  Plus; you’ll have Felicia by your side, whether that’s on your bed or working, is up to you.” You turned on your heel for the door, but Harry grabbed your wrist, spinning you around.

“That’s what this is about? Felicia?” He laughed, making your blood boil.

“It’s more than that.” You shook your head.

“Really because all I’m seeing right now is you being jealous… Why?”

“I don’t have time for this right now, Harry. I was supposed to be at another meeting a few minutes ago.” You tugged your wrist away, which you hadn’t even notice he was still hanging onto, before walking out the door.

“You know I love you, right?” Harry yelled down the room, bringing everyone else to silence. You froze up, and nearly tripped over yourself. “Ever since we were kids, Y/N… And when you came to work for me, instead of moving with your family to Europe, you made me the happiest guy on Earth. You’ve given up any good thing that came your way to make sure I was ok—to make sure I was alright and the fact that you won’t be here anymore kills me. So please—don’t go.” You turned around and faced your friend, not even sure at this point if you would be able to get out any words.

“I-I have sacrificed many opportunities to protect you,”

“I know! I know you have Y/N.” Harry cut in and began walking to you, a grin spread on his face. You loved seeing him smile and it killed you to say the next part.

“So just this once can you look out for me and let me leave?”  

“What?” He stopped in front of you and swallowed the lump in his throat that had formed there so quickly.

“Do you remember when we were young and we played army together? We would get in trouble for wrestling and you’d tell my mom that being strong didn’t mean I’d have to be a boy. You always said I could be anything I wanted as long as my heart was in it and now that the chance has come along for me to make a name for myself; you’re telling me to stay?”

“If you go… who’s to say I’ll see you again? SHIELD is notorious for that and you know it.”

“No one’s to say… but it’s another sacrifice I’m willing to make.”

“So after he tells you he loves you, you’re going to leave?” An older coworker asked amongst the silence that lay between you and Harry.

“It’s too late,” You answered looking at her from the corner of your eye, “You should have said something sooner.” Your eyes met the ones in front of you.

“After all we’ve been through; you’re willing to throw it all away—for what? To work with Captain America?”

“You know I’ve wanted to work at SHIELD for a while, Harry.”

“Yeah! But the fact that you’re so willing to leave so easily, isn’t sitting with me right Y/N! I love you and I want to keep you by my side, but you just want to leave.” He yelled, beginning to walk closer to you again

“If you love me like you said, you wouldn’t have another woman all over you! A man would own up to his feelings and do something about it! The only reason you’re saying all this now is because you see me slipping away! If I wouldn’t have said anything at the meeting, how much longer were you going to stay quiet? How much longer was I supposed to keep the fact that I am utterly in love with you bottled up? Face it Osborn, you can’t have everything!” You yelled back and headed to the elevator, the wait for the doors to open feeling like eternity.

“Son,” The older coworker spoke up once again drawing Harry’s attention, “If there’s anything old age has taught me, it’s to never stop fighting for the things that you love.” She smiled when Harry ran after you, making it inside the elevator just as the doors shut.

“Harry just don’t, I have—” You were cut off by his lips crashing onto yours. One of his hands gently, but firmly balled a fist of your hair while the other pulled you closer to his body.

“I was scared alright…” He said, his lips brushing against yours. “I was scared to tell you, I didn’t know you felt the same.”

“I have loved you for a while, Harry Osborn.” You smiled, placing your forehead against his.

“Does that mean you’ll stay?” He asked, drawing himself away from you even though he didn’t want to.

“I didn’t say that.”  

“Are you serious?” He questioned, throwing his hands in the air.

“Just kiss me, we can talk later.” You said grabbing his collar and crashing your lips to his this time.

“Kiss me all you want,” He got out as he pecked down your neck, “That doesn’t mean… I’m going… To. Just. Let. You. Go. That easily.” His mouth connected with your skin in the rhythm of his words.

“You have about fifteen floors to make me stay,” You groaned as he found your sweet spot, “That’s granted we don’t have to stop for other people.”

“Well then, I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.” The side of his fist hit the emergency stop button, making the elevator stay in its place. “Its thirty minutes before the fire department comes to get us out, right?” You bit your bottom lip nodding and Harry went on to unrelentingly convince you to stay with him.

Infatuation - Part 2

Originally posted by creepygenitals

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 (M) PART 9  PART 10 PART 11

Summary: You are now a Pre-K teacher and you meet Jaebum, a single dad. 

Genre: Romance, teacher, single dad

Warnings: smut in later chapters, swearing

Definition of Pre-K: teacher for children at the age of 4

Authors Note: A lot of unanswered questions in today’s chapter! I am trying to make this fic interesting. I apologize for the grammar! Again, this is my first fic. I am trying my best! I started off with 4 followers, but now I have 113 after part 1! Also, Part 1 has 283 notes! I am really happy! Thank you so much for reading! Please message me or ask me if you have any questions about this fic! 

PART 2:

It was the weekend and that meant partying. Although you were a teacher and you had to maintain your professional aura, everyone deserves some fun right? You went out with your best friend from college, Ashley. She always encouraged you to have a bit more fun, out of your comfort zone, but sometimes she had some shitty suggestions. 

You guys went to your favorite club, and as per usual,  Ashley got drunk after like one drink.

“Hey Y/N, I dare you to sleep with someone tonight and then tell them you have a boyfriend to freak them out. Tell them that your boyfriend will kill them, tell them he’s in the mafia!"  she giggled drunkenly to you.

"What the hell is wrong with you Ashley? You have bad ideas.” you playfully hit her.

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Breathe ~ An Avenger’s Story  (1/15)

Originally posted by mentalandtwisted

AU: New series. yay. This one takes place after Ultron BUT Pietro is alive. Yes. Sue me. I like Pietro and I think he had potential to develop further as a character. Also, Fury is still Director of SHIELD because he’s probably the only one who can control the avengers so yea. Anyway, I’m not sure if this would be a StevexReader or a BuckyxReader or maybe someone else. You guys tell me. Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 

MASTERLIST


The bomb blew up. The place was getting destroyed.

“Go! Run away from here! Find your family!”

Their faces almost a blur in her mind. Another explosion. This time more powerful. The equipment in the laboratory crashing to the ground one by one.

“You’ll live. Don’t worry. You’ll live long, Y/N. You’ll be okay. You’re strong.”

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Muses

Originally posted by maria-magnolia2

(NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNER)

Characters: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: You were what you could easily call an insomniac, but lucky for you there’s a cute coffee shop in your neighborhood that stays open all night. On any other night, you’d be the only one in the place, sipping contently at a latte and writing in your journal, but what happens when a handsome super soldier with a sketchbook draws himself in the picture?

Warnings: Fluff, cuteness overload, bad editting (sorrrrryyy)

Words: 2681

A/N: This was an adoooorable request by @xxred-vengeancexx. I hope this was what you were looking for darling, enjoy xo

Also I’m a sucker for rainy atmospheres so I used a bunch of indie music for inspiration. Like Gregory Alan Isakov and David Gray. Totally recommend you guys listen them!

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Stranger Things pt.2

Fandom: Marvel
Paring: Peter Parker/Spiderman x Reader
Summary: What starts as help with classwork gets complicated when Peter Parker’s night job and you last name start to conflict. Not everything is what it seems, and strange things are getting stranger. No request. I’ve just recently developed an obsession with Peter Parker, and was dying to write something with him :) Part 1 here

Originally posted by stupidteletubbie

You drummed your fingers on the worn table top, staring out the Starbucks window. You’d only met with Peter three times before today, but had started joining him and Ned for lunch. Which left you calling them your friends and made you feel justified in feeling annoyed at Peter’s lateness. This wasn’t like him, and he gave no indication at school that he was going to cancel. And yet here you were, sitting alone at your usual table with just your physics homework keeping you company. 
Brushing it off you picked up your phone and tried to type a text that didn’t sound too needy or whiny. You ok? you typed. Then shaking your head you erased it and typed a more flippant message We still studying today? 
You sent it and waited. “20 more minutes.” you said to yourself. 
But then 20 minutes passed. No reply. No sign of Peter. You got up and stuffed your books into your backpack. You had been stood up. It hurt your pride, and your feelings, more than you wanted to admit. Stop being such a girl. You chided yourself. 

After an hour in traffic, doing nothing but dwelling on your thoughts and insistently checking your phone, you finally got home. “Hello Jarivs,” you said as you entered Stark tower’s elevator. “Hello Miss Stark.” he replied.
“Any drop-ins from my dad?” 
“No, he is still in Belgium.” 
You knew your dad, Tony Stark, was not only enjoying his annual business trip but was surely getting use out of his new Iron Man suit. You figured he would have used the faster model and stopped by the tower at least one time during his trip. But maybe he was actually focused on his work for once. Plus he wouldn’t drop in without seeing you.
Ever since your dad returned from the Middle East, with an arc-reactor in his chest and a hero complex, he had been a better father. Better than you could have imagined. You two were close, and spent as much time together as possible. You even got to spend time with the Avengers, who hung out so frequently in the tower it became normal to see Captain America having a moral debate with Thor in the living room, or to walk in on Nat flirting with Bruce in the downstairs lab.
“Cool, thanks. I’m going to take a shower now.” you said heading up the glass staircase to your bedroom.
“Are you alright Miss Stark? Your tone indicates you are upset. Should I call Mr. Stark?” 
“No! I’m ok. I’m just tired. Promise.” You said plastering on a smile even though you knew Jarvis couldn’t technically see you. You didn’t want to bother your dad with boy trouble, or admit that you had boy trouble. Lord knows you didn’t need Iron Man showing up at Peter’s door demanding to know why he wasn’t at Starbucks.
“If that is what you want Miss Stark.”
“Thanks Jarvis.”

You had just stepped out of the shower when you heard a banging noise coming from the living room. Your heart stopped. You knew it wasn’t one of the Avengers, as they had access to all the doors. Your first thought was that it was some evil villain or angry demi-god. But then again, it’s not likely they would knock. In your experience they tended to blow things up first, ask questions later. Slipping into black leggings and an oversized white knit sweater you stumbled to the stairs, peaking for the upper level. There, curled up on the balcony was Spiderman. You rushed downstairs, almost slipping with your bare feet, and yanked open the glass door. Spiderman stumbled inside, breathing heavily. “Are you ok?” you asked hands fluttering around him to check for any gashes you couldn’t see. 
“Mr. Stark,” he gasped.
“He’s out of town. But I can call him. What do you need? Are you hurt?”
“No-” Spiderman said, holding up a hand to distance and stop you, “I just need. I was on a chase. No injures. Just exhausted.” He leaned against the couch for support.
“You sure?” 
When you asked this his face shot up and his breathing fell again. Startled by his sudden change in demeanor you stared, confused, into the white eyes of the mask. 
“What-what are you doing here?”
You raised your eyebrows at that. Clearly Spiderman was a newbie. “I live here.”
“You what?!”
“Y/N Stark.” you said giving a brief wave. “Tony’s my dad.”
With that Spiderman shrunk to the ground, and you could’ve sworn you heard him mumble something along the lines of ‘you’ve got to be kidding me.’
“Are you sure you’re okay? I know first aid, or I can get Dr. Banner, or Jarvis can call someone-” you said still concerned. 
“No. Thank you.” He said, still speaking through his mask. “I’m ok. Really. I just need a moment. I don’t have it in me to get home yet.”
“Listen, you can stay here and rest until you’re feeling up to it. You’re welcome to anything in the fridge,” you said indicating to the kitchen behind you, “And if you need to just get out of that ridiculously tight costume you can use my room. That way you can breathe and rest and not worry about your secret identity being in jeopardy. I’ll chill down here.”
“Your dad made this costume,” Spiderman said with a scoff.
“Yeah, well he’s a bit of a show off.” you said giggling and gesturing to the blue and red outfit, “and that reflects in his work.”
“Hey, I think I look cool!”
“No, totally.” you said, nodding and giving your best sarcastic expression. It was good to know Spiderman was well enough to still take a joke.
“Go on, use my room. Rest. Do what you need to do. Then just give a shout before you go.” 
“Really?” he asked very nervous about something. 
“Really. It’s the second door on the left.”
“Ok.” timidly he got up and went upstairs. Leaving you looking after him. You didn’t expect Spiderman to be so…so weird. From what you heard he was innocent, in a genuine but insistent kind of way. But to you he just seemed confused and skittish.


Originally posted by hot-as-f

“What. What is going on?” Peter muttered to himself. He reached Stark tower hoping to just crash for a bit to get strength to get home and he ran into Y/N. Y/N Stark. Ripping off his mask he closed the door behind him and whipped out his cellphone. He typed out a rushed message to Ned asking how he failed to mention that Y/N was a Stark. He was watching the three dots appear and disappear when he pressed the spider on the front of his suit to let it fall.
But as the suit started to slip off the door creaked open, “do you need some water-” you stopped short, standing in your doorway your mouth falling open. Peter Parker stood in the middle of your room. In his boxers. With Spiderman’s outfit around his ankles. He was shaking his head, his eyes wide and wild. “You- you didn’t knock!” he said loudly.
“I didn’t know you were getting undressed so quickly!” you said, suddenly realizing what had just happened, dropping the glass of water you had brought him and throwing your hands in front of your eyes.
Peter reached out and caught the glass before even a drop was spilled.
“You’re Spiderman?!” You exclaimed bringing your hands down.
“You’re a Stark?!” he shot back.
“Fair play.”

“I’m going to let you put some clothes on.” You said suddenly very aware of how close Peter was and how little he had on. Peter’s face turned as red as his suit. “O-Oh God. Yeah.” 
You turned and left the room, not sure where you were going but trying to find some space to process what just happened. Peter, Peter Parker is Spiderman. You shook your head unable to believe it. And he knows you’re a Stark. The second thought crawled in, bringing with it the realization that everything was really about to change. It always did once people found out your last name. Suddenly all they saw was the glowing letters on the tower, or the red and gold of your dad’s infamous suit. People either became really friendly or really distant. 
“Y/N,” Peter entered the room timidly, pulling down the edges of his latest corny science shirt. “I think we need to talk.”
“Listen Peter, I’m sorry for messing up your secret identity thing. I didn’t mean to-honest. But I promise your secret is safe with me.” You gestured to the tower as evidence of your secret keeping ability. Peter sighed, releasing the tension that had coiled in his chest. “Actually, it’s kind of good you found out.”
You looked up in surprise, “Is this where you tell me you’ve got the bodies of your enemies stuffed into your closet? Because while I’m cool with crazy, there is a line.”
Peter smirked, appreciating your effort to make things feel normal again. “No, I mean it’s a relief to have someone to talk to. Other than Ned, everyone’s in the dark and even he- he doesn’t understand it really.”
“But I do.” you said, your eyes locking with his. He was genuine. Not because of your name but because he needed a friend. Heck, you both needed one. 
You stretched out your hand, “Nice to meet you Spiderman, I’m Y/N Stark.”
“Nice to finally meet you,” Peter said, taking your hand and smiling wide.

Crash and Burn 13

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, unprotected sex, blacked out drunk, getting married in Vegas, smoking, angst, fluff, draaaaaaama!!

After a long weekend in Vegas, you wake up next to Steve Rogers with a five carat ring on your hand. A blacked out wedding in Vegas, made you Mrs. Rogers and neither of you remember a thing. The two of you agree to keep it a secret to have it taken care of when you get back to the city, but will Steve stick to the plan?? When the team starts to pick up on things going on with the two of you, they’ve got a lot of questions themselves, and you don’t have the answers to explain. Divorce lawyers, witnesses, plus signs, marriage licenses, and lies…. Will things work out or will you say the wrong thing and kick yourself later?

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Love Letters to Bucky

FIRST FIC IN A WHILE! 

Summary:  The reader decides to do something nice for Bucky and writes a series of cute letters for him. At first, the letters were friendly, but as time progresses and she writes more letters, she discovers that she is in love with the super soldier.

Fluffy/kinda cute/kinda angsty

Reader x Bucky Barnes

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fic: but we were in screaming colour (part 1) [collab fic with slimeboyhowell]

summary: au in which artist!dan’s idea of a romantic first date involves interrupting phil’s dissertation research and having sex in a pile of paint. this is their whirlwind relationship, as told in acrylic and prose.

word count: ~4.3k for this part

a/n: megs and i have literally been planning this for months and we can’t be more excited about finally posting this first part!! this is my first time collaborating with anyone on a fic and i’m really happy that i get to do it with not only one of my best buds but also someone whose writing i admire v much!! [here’s her fic page if you live under a rock] this part was written by both of us (it’s split about 50/50 give or take a few hundred words) but a couple of future parts are being written separately!! (have fun guessing who wrote what) (it’s not hard) (also special thanks to abby phantasticalities for editing!! we love u) hope y’all enjoy xoxo meglista

Dan Howell traipses into Phil Lester’s life five minutes late to a film neither of them can pronounce.

It’s some loose Dutch adaptation of For Whom the Bell Tolls that Phil’s erratic American Literature professor, Dr. Tran, had recommended he see for his graduate thesis, lengthily titled America the Beautiful: Cultural and Social Impacts of the Works of Great American Authors. The empty theater was a blessing while it lasted; at five-thirty on a Wednesday afternoon, he doesn’t have the energy to explain why he’s huddled in a corner, notebook in lap, pen ink already staining his impatient fingers.

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NJPW Wrestling Primer (Updated for 2017)

A while back I did a primer post to help introduce people to the wrestlers of NJPW, but it’s become out of date over time as things have changed since then, since wrestling always changes. So this is an updated version from mid-April 2017.

Kazuchika Okada - The greatest wrestler on the planet today, and one who is in the middle of possibly the best title reign of all time, which has featured numerous 4.5 and 4.75 star matches, as well as two 5 star and even a 6 star match. He originally made his legacy in NJPW with a now iconic rivalary with Hiroshi Tanahashi, but since has become a true ace for the company. He is the leader of the CHAOS faction and possibly Gedos son. Though, the position of ace wasn’t meant for Okada, it was meant for..

Tetsuya Naito - Naito was supposed to be the new top face of NJPW, but the fans rejected him. So during a US tour, instead of returing to Japan like most, he took a little soul searching journey down to Mexico, and met a man named La Sombra (you might know him as Andrade Cien Almas from WWE NXT) and his Los Ingobernables stable. This inspired a change of attitude in Naito, who returned to NJPW, and turned his back on the fans who rejected him, becoming one of the best characters and heels in wrestling in the process. He leads the Los Ingobernables stable, has had 5 star matches with Kenny Omega, Micheal Elgin (and imo with Tanahashi at WK11), and is just a master of working a crowd. He won the IWGP Heavyweight Title, and threw it in the air like a piece of trash. It was amazing.

Kenny Omega - Currently in NJPW, there are three men who could be considered the ace. Okada, Naito and Kenny Omega. Omega is probably the most popular wrestler in NJPW outside of Japan, due to him being Canadian. He’s the leader of Bullet Club, and is one of the greatest wrestlers on the planet today. Theres simply nothing Kenny Omega can’t do. But he has two modes: if he keeps his shirt on in a match, expect more comedy, but if the shirts off you’re in for the match of the night because thats when he gives 100%. Last year he became the first gaijin to win the G1 Climax Tournament, and went on to have a 6 star classic match with Okada in the main event of Wrestle Kingdom. Since losing, he’s been searching for the answer of “why can’t I win big matches”, and his current goal is to walk into the upcoming NJPW shows in America as champion, no matter what.

Hiroshi Tanahashi - The former ace of NJPW. He’s the man who pulled NJPW out of the dark ages. A wildly popular rockstar of a man, who is still one of the best big match workers in all of wrestling, even now that he’s slowing down. He’s had classic matches with just about every big name on the NJPW roster, and I don’t think you can count him out just yet. He’s currently a member of the weird Taguchi Japan stable, and doing lots of 6 man tag matches, but I can’t help but feel he’ll be chasing singles gold again soon.

Katsuyori Shibata - Shibata is an interesting case. He debuted alongside Tanahashi and Nakamura and with them he was part of the chosen future of the company. But when things got rough for NJPW, he jumped ship to go do MMA fights instead. With his 4-10-1 record, it is often considered pretty bad for him, but when he came back to wrestling, he seemed more legitimate than ever and wants to fight his way to the top instead of being handed the title. He’s the anti-hero face that everyone wants in wrestling, a true badass who will fight until the very end… which he might have in his recent main event with Okada. Due to a combonation of dehydration due a longer match than he’s used to, and a dangerous shoot headbutt spot, he had to get surgery on his head following the match and might never wrestle again, but if his music hits again, the pop will likely be thunderous.

Minoru Suzuki -  48 fights, 29 wins & 19 losses. That is the MMA record of former King of Pancrase Minoru Suzuki. He’s the leader of Suzuki-Gun, and someone who would break your arm off and laugh at your suffering. He’s the best bastard heel on the planet, a legitimate badass, and he scares me. He’s held both the AJPW Triple Crown Championship, and NOAH’s GHC Heavyweight Championship, and only needs the IWGP Heavyweight Championship to be one of few men to hold all three of Japans top belts, and even at 48 years old, age might not be enough to stop him. He’s an ageless badass.

Tomohiro Ishii - Ishii is one of the most underrated men in NJPW, as he can be slotted in as a top guy at any time and he’ll put on a fantastic match. Just an incredible worker when motivated in a singles match, but usually does tag work with other members of CHAOS, usually Toru Yano. But there are moments of brilliance in all of his matches.

Those are the major players in the company in my eyes but here’s some fun minor characters:

Ryusuke Taguchi - The funky weapon, who likes to throw his ass into peoples faces to win matches. When motivated he’s one of the most dangerous junior heavyweights on the roster, but he’d rather just have fun. He leads Taguchi Japan, which is a stable of random members of the roster who for some reason united under the flag of The Funky Weapon. It’s awesome just trust me.

Bad Luck Fale - A huge, slow beast of a man. Currently the longest running member of Bullet Club, being the first person to join Prince Devitt’s (WWE’s Finn Balor) new stable back in 2013. He’s a constant force that is protected in singles action and that makes him dangerous. In tournaments he’s a spoiler. Don’t bet against Fale, he’s kill your brackets and your dreams. He’s gotten singles wins over most big names in current NJPW, and is a hard guy to predict. Fear the Underboss of Bullet Club.

Tama Tonga - A future breakout star for NJPW, since his awesome performance in the G1 Climax last year, Tonga has just been getting better and better with each match. He’s got a unique in ring style where he uses his speed to confuse an opponent before striking. Always fun to watch, and I see singles success in his future, as well as more tag success with his brother:

Tanga Loa - Camacho. Does anyone remember Camacho? Teamed with Hunico in WWE? No? Well he’s in Japan now with his brother and they’re pretty great. He’s a brawler, and that’s about it. It works in tag matches but don’t expect much from a singles match with him.

Ricochet - The human incarnation of flippt shit. He busts out 630 sentons like they’re nothing, it’s incredible. But beyond that he’s just a fantastic and well rounded wrestler.

Will Ospreay - The best high flyer in wrestling but needs to slow the fuck down before he kills his knees. He’s only 23, and already one of the best in the world, and only gets better as he expands his style.

Jushin Thunder Liger - Iconic legend of juniors wrestling, character was based off an anime which is much less known than Liger himself, still wrestles but has slowed down a bit. He’s 52 years old and can still outwrestle most juniors on the roster.

Tiger Mask W - Not Kota Ibushi

Kota Ibushu - A freelancer who turned down a full time WWE contract to do weird shit in Japan, used to team with Kenny Omega as The Golden Lovers but they broke up and have soap opera level drama AND JUST NEED TO MAKE UP ALREADY. He’s also not Tiger Mask W.

Togi Makabe - Bruiser Brody 2.0

Ropongi Vice - Trent Barreta (yes, that Trent from WWE) and Rocky Romero just wanna have a good time in Ropongi, but have to wrestle too but are very good at it. Rocky is one of the best tag wrestlers around, and Barreta is becoming one of the best too.

Sanada - A member of Los Ingobernables De Japon. I can’t help but feel like NJPW has big plans for him. He debutted helping Naito win the IWGP Heavyweight Championship, and has had big singles matches with both Tanahashi and Okada, but has never held singles gold. (only member of L.I.J to not get a singles title) He’s an incredibly agile, handsome, and skilled wrestler, expect big things from him in the future.

Evil - A member of Los Ingobernables De Japon, is Evil and has lasers.

Hiromu Takahashi - The Joker mixed with Kefka mixed with a Pro Wrestler, he will kill himself so long as he kills his opponent at the same time. Has a fetish where he needs to lick everything he touches.

BUSHI - Evil Luchador who spits mist in peoples eyes and has really fucking cool masks.

Yujiro Takahashi - The Godfather but Japanese, the only Japanese member of Bullet Club, formerly teamed with Tetsuya Naito as No Limit

Micheal Elgin - The worlds strongest Canadian, likely lives in a gym.

Satoshi Kojima - Heir to the lariat, will take your head off with it, loves bread (seriously follow this guy on Twitter, his broken english tweets are as wholesome as his lariats are stiff)

David Finlay Jr. - Son of Fit Finlay, getting very good

Tomaki Honma - Gravely voiced fan favorite who usually loses but is always fun, he uses his head a weapon, started his career in Big Japan Wrestling where he was the first person to use light tubes in a deathmatch, and is currently on the shelf with a very major neck injury and might never wrestle again.

Toru Yano - A comedy relief wrestler who just wants you to buy his DVD and will keep beating your faves with upset victories until you do

Yuji Nagata - Some would say Nagata is the former ace of NJPW during the dark years, but no one really wants to take that title. But he’s a fantastic worker even in his old age, one of the last of his generation of NJPW.

Hirooki Goto - A man who could challenge for the IWGP Heavyweight Championship a thousand more times and still choke every single time, but always have a good match in the process. Seriously, this guy loses 80% of big matches he’s in. He’s a stiff worker and it’s great, but get your head in the game Goto, you can win matches, I know you can!

Kushida - Have you ever watched Back the the Future and thought, ‘this is great but I wish Marty McFly was a wrestler’. Kushida. That’s Kushida.

and just so many more and I could go on forever. There are so many great wrestlers in NJPW, and you really don’t need to know the commentary to enjoy it.

The Bullshit of Whiplash. (Bitney) - Zeezee.

Summary: Shane receives a drunken phone call from Roy and hears more than he ever expected. There’s no way he can pretend with his “friend” that he didn’t hear a private conversation, and so, with anxiety but a strange sense of hope, he confronts him. What comes is explosive and more than either of them anticipated. Sometimes people are complicated.

A/N: Based on a really old request - “A Bitney fiction/one shot where they drive for hours and it’s a warm night and they fall asleep on the ground watching the stars while talking about their life. (Even more bonus points if it’s after an argument that they fix)” Okay so I know it’s been months since this was requested , and I did start it when the person requested it but life got in the way, and for some reason I picked it up again recently and didn’t want to stop. It went somewhere I didn’t expect, but I hope y'all enjoy!! - Zeezee <333

(Also shout out to the wonderful Veronicasanders for being my first beta! Supportive through and through, especially when it comes down to the heated discussion that America doesn’t have burger vans and I have to remember middle aged Drag Queens don’t eat the same food this British 20 something graduate does. Thank you, V! My favourite bitney bitch.)

Words: 15252. (Whoops, my hand slipped.)

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I was a bit worried that this piece wouldn’t be long enough, but I added in Bucky dealing with Sam to round it out. I just like the idea of Bucky being protective. Sam tries his best, but he forgets that not everyone is like him. Thank you to @bucky-slut (which is truly a marvellous url) for the request.

Prompt: Can you do a Bucky x reader where they live across each other and have a morning ritual where they get coffee every morning together but one day the reader wasn’t outside her door and he has the keys to her apartment and finds her passed out because of complete exhaustion from training and takes care of her?Thank you and I love your writings!

“Every Minute Counts”

Bucky knocked on the door politely, and waited. You’d given him a key to your house a while ago but he never used it. He’d never had the need. Every time he called for you, you were already waiting outside.

The two of you had lived across from each other for years. Every morning at 7, you woke up and went for a jog. You returned promptly at 7:30, showered, changed, and left the house again at 7:45. At the same time, you would see Bucky leave his house also. The 15-minute walk into town was spent looking at him from behind, at which point he’d turn into the same coffee shop as you.

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Princess.

Originally posted by justiceforafterschool

Group: 24K
Member: Cory
Word Count: 1816
Genre: Fluff ft. some veeeerrrry mild angst & suggestive smut.


You swallowed, simultaneously nervous and angry. You weren’t a confrontational person, and it wasn’t often you found yourself in an argument. But here you were, red faced with fists clenched as you looked at the guy across from you. You thought back to the first day you met him, almost a year ago, at your cousin’s birthday party. 

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Chapter 1: Prison break (part 1/8)

AU: Takes place after age of Ultron before civil war in an alternate Universe where they were able to get Pietro to a hospital in time revive him. He was dead for a few minutes meaning Wanda still felt the death and reacted as she did killing Ultron before they knew Pietro would live. I brought Spiderman in a little early for fun too. I’m taking a lot of liberties with the cinematic timeline, but I just like using all the characters.

Parts  two / three / four / five / six / seveneight

 Warning: violence, death, language, dark humor as a coping mechanism

You had been kept in solitary for the past two year because you were a threat in gen. pop and they had to contain your abilities the best they could. This was difficult since no one was sure the extent of you’re “skills.” The one perk to solitary was it had given you plenty of time to begin acting like the monster they thought you were. So as you sat at the table waiting for the cowards behind the one-way mirror to enter every muscle in your body shifted tensely on alert. The guards described your gaze as predatory. Even though you had not once not obeyed an order or made a move toward them, it was evident in their minds they were defenseless if you decided to. You hadn’t had a visitor so it did make your day mildly interesting, but you suspected it might be someone from HYDRA attempting to contact you. The idea of HYDRA just made this inconvenient. You were no fool. You were afraid of them. In this facility however, in this Podunk town, SHIELD knew exactly where you were. They had provided your cell. No way HYDRA attempted to steal one of SHEILD’s “monster in a snow globe” without the hope you would cooperate. You would never give them that hope. You were much scarier inside that snow globe anyway. What if it wasn’t HYDRA though? Who would have clearance to see you? Maybe-

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Jesus fucking Christ I hate white tumblr. And by white I mean including the coconuts who live in Europe and America and their first world horror about the caste and class stratification and misogyny in poor countries. Reactive idiots of every colour who attempt to impose their ideological purity on us with no regard for the socio-political, economic or cultural context these ineqalities take place in, instead ready to pillory anyone who so much as tries to explain what is going on and why it happens.

Worker exploitation in Africa and Asia happens because of white supremacy and the way you fucks still low-ball our production companies and undermine our sovereignty and use IMF loans to effectively hold our industries and governments hostage. Socio economic stratification happens BECAUSE of that, people are underpaid when you middle class schmucks buy that H&M top for $12 and people are out of jobs when you decide to boycott the same brand in the name of ethical consumerism. In poor countries even the upper middle class has to mortgage their houses to send their kids to be educated and live in a “more progressive” country with less political violence and more personal freedoms when the reason we can’t be more progressive is because of YOU.

YOU FIRST STRIP US OF OUR AGENCY, SOVEREIGNTY AND FORCE US TO EMULATE YOUR VALUES AND DRESS AND LANGUAGE AND LIFESTYLE JUST SO WE SEEM CIVILIZED ENOUGH TO TALK TO YOU AND THEN SUBJECT US TO ENDLESS DIATRIBES ABOUT HOW BARBARIC AND VIOLENT WE ARE AND BEHAVE LIKE YOU INVENTED HUMAN RIGHTS AND ENVIRONMENTALISM AND FEMALE LIBERATION. When those were things we already had some measure of before you took them away and rebranded them as “Western values” and are now trying to sell them back to us along with our own damn food and clothes that WE MADE FOR YOU. And then the disenfranchised poor of our countries decide that yes, these notions of equality and liberation ARE in fact alien, Western things that they have come to destroy us with, because that is what white people have always done, rob us blind, destroy our ways of life and tell us how inferior we are compared to them. So our own activists, working on the ground, who understand how the system works and is perpetuated and tries to create dialogue around things like female emancipation and child labour laws and sex ed? They pay the price by being lumped in with white saviours and western imperialists, they face the backlash, they are the ones crushed between the nationalist rhetoric of the fundie scum in their own country and having to pacify the ignorant “outrage” of the Western liberal masses.

Every single time you butt in with your opinions and your “outrage” and weighing in on situations that literally have nothing to do with you and are beyond your experience, YOU EMPOWER THE CONSERVATIVE FUNDIE NATIONALISTS AND RELIGIOUS EXTREMISTS IN OUR COUNTRIES. Western liberals both PoC and whites are like fucking MANNA to these scumbags because by standing in judgement of an already beleaguered, economically disadvantaged, geo-politically subjugated group, you are actively encouraging their radicalization and xenophobia.

I AM SICK OF YOU AND YOUR GLIB RHETORIC ABOUT ETHICAL CONSUMERISM AND HOLDING FORTH ABOUT “SLAVERY” LIKE EVERY FORM OF SLAVERY IS COMPARABLE TO WHAT HAPPENED IN THE NORTH AMERICAN CONTEXT. SLAVERY IS BAD? YOU DON’T SAY! CHILD LABOUR IS BAD? I AM SO SORRY WE IGNORANT BROWN PEOPLE DIDN’T KNOW! NOT PAYING WORKERS LIVING WAGES IS EXPLOITATIVE? WOW SO EXCUSE US WHILE WE SEND HOME ALL THE UNDERPAID DOMESTIC WORKERS SO THE MIDDLE CLASS WOMEN HAVE NO CHILDCARE AND THE DOMESTIC HELP NO LONGER HAVE ANY INCOME WHATSOEVER. THAT WILL DEFINITELY HELP BRIDGE THE SOCIO-ECONOMIC GAP. INCIDENTALLY HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO TEACH PEOPLE TO BE MORE EMPATHETIC TOWARDS A MINORITY DURING AN ETHNIC CONFLICT WHEN BOMBS ARE BEING DROPPED ON THEM? BUT IT’S CAUSE WE DON’T KNOW RACISM IS WRONG, YO.

You don’t let us talk about what it’s like here. You don’t let us try to negotiate between our own cultural understanding and an international perspective that is not exclusively white. You fuckers don’t let us BREATHE, or speak or try to disentangle these Gordian knots on our own, as people on the ground who see what and how things happen. Everything has to fit neatly into your black and white axes of oppressions and your whitesplainations for why uneducated browns are so damn backwards. We ask for your allyship and you demand our ideological purity and claim a superior perspective over our own lived experiences.

Yo, Euroamerican Hermiones, the house elves aren’t all uneducated and brainwashed. Enough house elves are already working to free ourselves as and when we are prepared for it. We need paying jobs and homes and economic agency and the breathing space to determine our own cultural identities. We don’t want or need your damn hats. YOUR HATS AND YOUR OUTRAGE ARE HURTING CONSTRUCTIVE ATTEMPTS AT SOCIAL EDUCATION AND PROGRESS IN THE DEVELOPING WORLD. Fuck off.

Artwork [Part 2]

Pairing: Steve x Reader
Warnings: None :)
A/N: Send in some requests guys! I have some free time this weekend and would love to get some new ideas for writings!

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11:54 PM

Your fingers tapped the table nervously as you resisted the urge to bite your nails. You really weren’t someone to get anxious over things, but this art contest was really important for your career. After your professor had seen the piece you turned in, he suggested you enter it into a contest that some colleges were hosting - the prize was a nice scholarship that would really help out with tuition, and it would also get your work noticed. So, needless to say, you were nervous.

Steve was honestly the sweetest man on the planet, and no one could doubt that - he offered to wait with you until the results were out, even though they showed at midnight. You had tried to object several times, but he wanted to see if you won. Plus, even though he’d never admit it to you, he enjoyed spending time with you.

“Here you are,” he smiled as he placed a mug of tea next to your shaking hand.

“You’re the best, Steve,” you sighed happily and took the mug in your hands to stop the tapping, but you kept your eyes on the screen the whole time. 

11:58 PM. He took a seat next to you, also looking at the clock on the computer.

“You didn’t have to stay up with me,” you murmured after taking a sip, surprised he made it just the way you liked it. Maybe he had a lucky guess?

He rolled his eyes, even though you didn’t notice because yours were fixed on the timer. “I know I didn’t have to, but I want to. I saw how much effort you put into that piece, and I want to see you win.”

You blushed slightly, risking looking away from the screen to smile at him, “Thanks, but I think that best I’ll get is probably third. There are so many entries.”

“You don’t give yourself enough credit,” he sighed, but before you could reply, the timer went off and you both jumped.

Your fingers scrambled against the keyboard as you loaded the list of winners, both of you leaning forward in anticipation. You hadn’t been this nervous and excited since you were waiting to see if you got the job at Stark Industries.

The list popped up and you scrolled to the top, nerves practically consuming you. You stopped when the name came up for winners and runner-ups.

“Oh my God,” you covered your mouth, grinning uncontrollably, “Steve, I got first place!”

“You serious?”

You squealed like a five year old and grabbed his hands, almost jumping up and down with excitement. “Yes! This is insane!”

You threw your arms around his neck, hugging him. “Thanks for staying up with me.”

He chuckled, holding you tightly. “Hey, it was worth it to see the look on your face.”

You smiled up at him when you pulled away rather reluctantly. “God, I don’t think I’ll be able to go to sleep after this.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Do you want to pull another all-nighter?”

“You really want to?” You laughed lightly.

“I thought it was pretty obvious,” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly nervous, “I like spending time with you, Y/N. Even if it’s when we’re sleep deprived and talking about art. That might be my favourite time, actually.”

You were undoubtedly blushing like a school girl as you smiled at your feet before looking back up at him, “I like spending time with you too, Steve. Quite a bit, actually.”

“That was kind of cheesy, huh?”

You laughed, shaking your head, “No, it was…sweet.”

His smile widened, “How about that all-nighter then?”

“Absolutely.”

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You didn’t find yourself tired, not even when the sky began getting lighter. The sun wasn’t up yet, but you could tell it was close with the pink clouds streaking across the horizon.

For the last hour the two of you had just been sitting, drawing in quiet. The majority of the night you had talked, occasionally laughing at some of Steve’s stories, just enjoying each other’s company. The silence now wasn’t awkward in the slightest, both of you working on an individual drawings. Steve had agreed to pulling out some of your tools and sketchbooks and he had begun something too, working really hard on it by the looks of it.

Meanwhile, you had been drawing the horizon. You were always better at landscapes, so you figured if you were going to stay up to see the sunrise, why not draw it?

You smiled as you finished the last part of it, pleased with how it turned out. You wish you had used coloured pencils, but you hadn’t been able to find them, so you settled with a regular pencil (which you found to be a pain in the ass to use, but you weren’t too picky).

“How’d it come out?” You almost jumped when Steve spoke, since no one had said anything in the past hour, but you smiled at him.

“I think it’s okay. Doesn’t beat the real one, though.” You nodded to the window, where the sun had begun peaking over the water, “What about yours?”

He hesitated for a moment before turning his sketchbook around, showing you the drawing. Your eyes scanned the paper, surprising you when you realized he had drawn you. Your head was bent over a paper, clearly drawing, biting your lip in concentration and knitting your eyebrows. Your mouth was agape as you looked up at Steve, who looked a bit embarrassed.

“Steve that is amazing,” you smiled widely, looking back to the drawing of you, “I didn’t know you were that talented.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” he looked a bit relieved that you had liked it, “I had a beautiful model, though, so it couldn’t have come out bad.”

Your cheeks turned a bit red as you made a split-second decision and leaned across the table, pressing your lips to his cheek. He was blushing too when you pulled away, trying not to laugh at how adorable he looked.

“Thank you Steve. For everything.”

“Of course, Y/N,” he laughed, sounding nervous, “I was meaning to ask you, if maybe, you’d like to go out sometime?”

“I’d love you,” You grinned, attempting to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. He relaxed slightly, smiling back at you and opening his mouth to reply before there was a heavy sigh behind you, interrupting him.

“You have got to be kidding me,” a voice you recognized as Sam’s said from the kitchen, “Again?”

My Lullaby [p.p] (2/?)

Originally posted by robertsdowneystark

Part 1

Series Title: My Lullaby
Fandom: MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)
Characters: Eventual Peter Parker x reader, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Sam Wilson, an OC your Uncle Bobby
Warnings: None
Word Count: 2,082
Short Description: You, a sixteen-year-old girl living in Brooklyn, have botanokinesis (the power to control plant-life) that has caught the attention of Tony Stark. After speaking to Tony, you’re invited to come to the Avengers Tower for your long weekend to discuss your future as an Avenger.

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your name
[L/N] = your last name

When Tony Stark left your Brooklyn apartment, you had an invitation to the Avengers tower in your pocket. Literally. Tony told you that you would “need that bad boy” to actually get into the building to see all the Avengers. Everything had happened so quickly, from Tony sitting with your Uncle Bobby when you entered your apartment to Tony freaking Stark telling you that he wanted you to become an Avenger.

“Thank God it’s the long weekend.” You muttered to yourself, trudging back into the living room where your Uncle Bobby was patiently waiting for you as he nibbled on a sandwich.

“So?” He asked crumbs on his moustache and beard from the sandwich he was eating. “What did he say? And what did you get on that biology test?”

You smiled. “I got 103 out of 97. And I think I’m going to become an Avenger.” You informed Bobby, and immediately, that proud look that he always wore when he read your report card came onto his face as he practically leapt up, wrapping his heavy arms around you in a hug.

“That’s amazing, Y/N,” Bobby told you sincerely. “Really. Both things are absolutely amazing.” You laughed, burying your face in your uncle’s shoulder, feeling more thankful than ever to have him.

“Thanks, Uncle Bobby.” You acknowledged, squeezing your eyes shut as you hugged your uncle tighter. “Really. For everything.”

“You are more than welcome,” Bobby assured you. “Your parents would be really proud of you,” he added. “You’re going to do so much good with your abilities, you know that?”

“I really hope so.” You say, pulling away before grinning at Bobby. “Listen, I know we had plans to go to Queens this weekend to see your friends, but I’ve been invited to stay at the Avengers tower for the weekend,” you explain. “I think they want to discuss my future and make a plan for me… Or something.”

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