oh just make out already!!!

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Kara is going to tell Lena she’s Supergirl, but things take an unexpected turn

Kara: “Alright! So I wanted to see you because… there’s something I need to tell you.”
Lena: “Should I be worried?”
Kara: “No! Well, I… hope not??”
Lena: “Oh, please, Kara: don’t be too reassuring.”
Kara: “Look, I… We’ve been friends from a good while now, and I care about you… a lot.”
Lena: “Okay… Okay, me too. I think I made it pretty clear by now. So what’s… what’s wrong?”
Kara: “Nothing, but…”
Kara: *sighs*
Kara: “I can’t keep this for myself anymore.”
Lena: “…”
Kara: “I haven’t told this to many people in my life. I just recently started opening up a little, but it’s… hard to trust. You never know how they’re gonna react, how they’re gonna take it or how things will change as soon as I say the words… Ugh, God, I must sound completely insane right now.”
Lena: “You don’t, I’m just… surprised to be hearing this.”
Kara: “Believe me, I’ve been meaning to tell you sooner, but… I just value our friendship so much, I-I’ve been afraid to… ruin everything, and-”
Lena: “You’re not ruing anything, Kara. I think I know what you’re trying to tell me.”
Kara: “You… You do??”
Lena: “Yes. Actually, I suspected so a few times, but I thought it was just my imagination.”
Kara: “Hah, well, I can see why you thought so. I try really hard to not to show it.”
Lena: *leans over*
Lena: “Well, there’s no reason to play pretend anymore, don’t you think?”
Kara: “Y-yeah. So, I’m just… gonna say it? I’m just gonna say it. Lena, I’m S-”
Lena: *kisses Kara*
Kara: “…”
Kara: “Oh… Ohhh! You- I- Haha! I mean-”
Kara: *coughs*
Kara: “Didn’t see that coming.”
Lena: “Are you… alright, Kara?”
Kara: “Me? Pfft, I’m fine! I’m great, I’m fine!”
Lena: “You don’t… You don’t seem fine.”
Kara: “Haha, you know, that was… that was…”
Kara: *gulps*
Kara: “Can you… Can you repeat that last part?  ‘Cause, the acoustics in here is… horrible.”
Lena: “The… The acoustics? Kara, what the-”
Kara: *kisses Lena*
Lena: “…”
Lena: “Horrible acoustics.”
Kara: “Horrible acoustics.”

flustered(ish?)!Warrenxreader

wARREN OR PETER GETTING FLUSTERED WHEN THEIR S/O IS AFFECTIONATE WITH THEM (if u choose Warren: his wings get poofy and his face gets red) ((if u choose Peter: he has leg twitches and tries to laugh it off - nervously so)) —- actual goddess Pascale


I wrote this in attempt to avoid my problems (lol oops) so it’s probably shit, I guarantee it.

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“Warren your face is red.”

“Shut up Scott.” Warren grumbled, his face burning as you slid your fingers in his, leaning up to press your lips against his cheek.

“Yeah, shut up Scooter.” You laughed, arms swinging as you walked.

“I’m sick of you two.” Scott said, frowning at the concrete as he narrowly avoided stepping in gum.

“You love us.” You grinned, “And besides, if you’re so sick of us you wouldn’t have dragged us out here. We could be in the mansion, in our own rooms-”

“Don’t finish that sentence.” Scott said, “Please, for the sake of my sanity.”

“-sleeping. In our own rooms, sleeping.” You finished, eyebrow raising “What’d you think I was gonna say? Fucking?”

“Well, yes actually.” Scott said at the same time that Warren said “Duh.”

“You’re both ridiculous.” Jean said, laughing as she plopped down onto the grass, unfolding a blanket.

Jean thought stargazing would be a good idea, that’s why you were all outside at 11:00 o'clock at night.

Warren almost dropped the blanket he was holding, casually tossing it onto the ground before sitting down and pulling you down onto it, wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re cute, you know.” You grumbled, laying back as he did, smushing you into his side and kissing your forehead.

“You’re one to talk.” He whispered, grinning as you slid your arms around him. “You’re the cutest person I’ve ever met.”

You could hear Scott and Jean talking to each other, about fifteen feet away from the two of you, Scott’s arm wrapped around her shoulder ‘casually’, you could definitely tell he just did the yawn then arm around shoulder move. Classic Scooter.


“That’s a lie, you’ve met Kurt.” You said, looking up at him, running your fingers through his hair and letting your hand rest at him jaw. “I like you.”

He looked down at you, with your eyes wide and bright, “I like you too, quite a lot.”

His face started burning when you kept playing with his hair, touching the feathers at the edge of his wings, sliding your fingers into his. He sat up, pulling you up with him, as his wings puffed up and made it hard for him to lay down.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, worried you crossed a line.

“Nuthin.” He grumbled, pulling you into his arms and holding you.

“You’re face is hot.” You grumbled, hands against his cheeks, “Are you feeling well?”

“Yes, ’m fine I swear.” He said, wings twitching slightly as you slid your hand between them, rubbing his nose against yours to make you laugh.

“Angel” he kissed you, “Are you blushing?”

He almost automatically said “No! Why would I be blushing?”

“Whys your face so warm then?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“Maybe because it’s hot outside.” He said, knowing full and well that it wasn’t.

“You’re blushing.” You said, laughing as he groaned “Don’t even deny it, your wings are a giveaway.”

“I’ve been betrayed by my own body.” He groaned, quietly. “You know me too well.”

“Well of course I do, you’re my angel.”

His face burned at the name, his heart swelling, wings puffing, and his eyes crinkling, grinning he said “Yeah I am.”

“Would you guys shut up over there? I’m trying to flirt!” Scott shouted, making both you and Warren jump.

“Oh shut up, Scott.” Warren said, “Just make out already.”

purplemagicalgirl  asked:

silly fic prompt: phoenix wright defends a sailor guardian of your choice in court

haha omg that is max silly I’LL DO IT.

Turnabout Venus

“Oh yes, I killed him. Completely vaporized. He was a demon, he was trying to suck out a girl’s soul. It’s all part of the job as a defender of justice. So, y’know, you’re welcome. Oh! And if anyone wants autographs after the trial, I’ll be in the lobby.” She blew the audience a kiss.

Phoenix groaned loudly and slumped over his desk. It was not like this was a new situation for him, having his client confess. He has WARNED her not to, but a part of him deep down knew she wouldn’t listen. She and Maya got along far too well.

He just wished it hadn’t been this kind of confession. He was pretty sure Edgeworth was going to pop a blood vessel. At least he seemed to have been rendered momentarily speechless. Phoenix decided to take advantage of that.

“OBJECTION! Your Honor, what my client means is-”

“OBJECTION!” Dammit, Edgeworth had recovered too quickly

“Your Honor, this is ridiculous,” Edgeworth said, crossing his arms, imperious look in place. “There is no such thing as demons and what’s more, no way to prove the victim was a demon. On top of that the defendant will not even give us her name. This trial is a farce.”

“I gave you my name!” Minako snapped. “Sailor V, occupation: super cute hero of justice!”

“That is NOT your real name, defendant.”

“I’m being tried for what I did as Sailor V. Why is it a problem to use that name?”

“She’s wearing a MASK, Your Honor, it’s not.-

“OBJECTION,” Phoenix cut in. “We’ve tried people in weirder, more concealing outfits than this, Edgeworth, come on.”

“That is not the point, it’s a matter of her identity-”

“OBJECTION.” This one hadn’t come from Phoenix. Maya was leaning forward, looking very serious. “Mr. Edgeworth. Do you remember that episode of the Steel Samurai where he had to testify but didn’t take off his mask? You understood why he made that decision, right? A hero can’t reveal his real identity to the public, it compromises them. Didn’t you get that?”

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Edgeworth glanced around the courtroom a little frantically. 

“Mr. Edgeworth. You’re acting just like the mean prosecutor who harassed the Steel Samurai. I know you’re better than that.”

Edgeworth was silent for an extremely long time, his eyebrows drawn together and his lips puckered. Finally, he let out a long sigh. “Very well. I will allow the defendant to be tried as Sailor V.”

“Are you kidding me?” Phoenix’s mouth fell open.“That WORKED?”

Maya grinned at him  “You’re welcome, Nick. “ Minako flashed a thumbs up from the stand and she returned it.

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okay so I know there are fics with Javert being Enjolras’s strict cop dad who’s just trying to not have his angry rebellious son strangle him in the night BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT JAVERT BEING GRANTAIRE’S DAD FOR A MOMENT? LIKE, JAVERT JUST DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE GRANTAIRE AND NOT BECAUSE HE’S REBELLIOUS ITS BECAUSE HE JUST PLAIN OUT CAN’T FIGURE HIM OUT? LIKE GRANTAIRE’S JUST TOO CHILL TO BE PUNISHED OR DISCIPLINED AND HE GETS DECENT GRADES AND SURE HE DRINKS ALL OF JAVERTS GOOD LIQUOR BUT JAVERT CAN NEVER CATCH HIM IN THE ACT AND JAVERT IS SO CONFUSED? THEIR RELATIONSHIP ISN’T EVEN BAD, IT’S JUST JAVERT TRYING REALLY HARD TO BE A GOOD DAD AND RAISE GRANTAIRE RIGHT AND GRANTAIRE NOT KNOWING HOW TO RESPOND TO IT. AND ALSO, LIKE HE NOTICES GRANTAIRE SMILING A LOT MORE AND DRINKING LESS AND HE FINDS OUT THAT HE GOT A BOYFRIEND AND JAVERT PRESUMES IT’S THAT NICE PROUVAIRE BOY SINCE R’S BEEN SPENDING SO MUCH TIME WITH HIM, BUT LITTLE WAS HE EXPECTING TO COME HOME ONE DAY AND FIND HIS DARLING SON NECKING WITH ENJOLRAS, THE SOCIALIST RIOT LEADER WHO’S CONSTANTLY IN AND OUT OF THE HOLDING BLOCK?! AND THEY PROCEED TO HAVE THE MOST AWKWARD, TENSE FAMILY DINNER EVER, WITH R LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF THE WHOLE TIME AND JAVERT AND ENJOLRAS GLARING AT EACH OTHER OH MY GOD GIVE ME DAD!JAVERT PLEASE

when you’re watching videos of some newly debuted group with some really young members like they are just children really, very young, definitely born post 2000, and you’re just like ‘aww look at these babies, so refreshing, so cute, they are cleansing my soul’

and then you read the comments about those very members down below and they’re like:

“why are my faves always older than me???”

“yeah!! me too!!! by 3 whole years!!”

“i always have to choose a bias older than me fml #kpopfangirlproblems

and you’re just

i guess this is what i really look like when watching these vids

Family of Rogues Scene Analysis #1

Okay there is SO MUCH to say about this episode so I’m splitting it into a few posts (scene analyses and one to two broader posts about relationships and themes). 

Here’s the post for the “office-rescue” scene.

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I’m trying to study! Part 5

Originally posted by sebastiansource

Bucky x Reader College AU 

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Hello, my amazing angels! I am sorry for the slight wait, but my college has started up again after Halloween and my time is limited. Also, I’m so happy to be working on a request right now as well (my first ever request! Yay!). Anyway, here is part five, and I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1793

Warnings: a little bit of fighting and confusion, some light swearing, overload of fluff, mentions of fonduing


When you cooked dinner, it always turned into a disaster.

Not because you were a bad cook, no. In fact, you were excellent; people went as far as fighting each other to eat some of your food (more often than not, the fights were between Sam and Bucky. But then again, those two didn’t need much of an excuse to start a row.).

Cooking dinner was a disaster because no matter how hard you tried to keep focused, something always distracted you. Today, that something - or rather someone – was Natasha and her new boyfriend, Clint.

Natasha met Clint a few weeks ago, at the nightclub she tried to persuade you to go to. Apparently, your absence at the club was a blessing for Nat; she met Clint, danced with him, got his number, the whole lot. After a few days, they began to hang out quite often, as they had a lot in common. They only got together last week, but it felt like they had known each other since childhood. You liked Clint; he was extremely sweet with Nat, but also playful and funny. Even though you had known him for just a few weeks, he already felt like family and that seemed to make your redheaded friend very happy.

The downside was that they were currently in the middle of a heated make out session in the living room and you could hear everything through the paper thin walls. Of course, you were glad Nat finally had a man, but it painfully reminded you that you were still single and so far, there seemed to be no chances of you getting together with Bucky.

The commotion in the other room was driving you insane and after about five minutes, you finally had enough. Slamming the lid on top of the pot of soup, you turned the heat off and angrily shoved your coat on.

“I’m going out, enjoy yourselves!” You called out into the apartment before shutting the door and walking to the only place you knew would bring you comfort: Bucky’s place.

“Oh, hey, (Y/n)! I didn’t know you were coming over”, Sam grinned, opening the door. You smiled back, laughing a bit.

“Yeah, I didn’t, either. But Nat and Clint seemed to be getting a bit… frisky.”

Sam barked out a laugh just as Bucky shoved him away from the door to let you inside.

“Hey, doll. Please, come in.”

Smiling gratefully at him, you walked into the cosy home and ran your hand through your hair.  “Nat and Clint were nearly going at it while I was still there. Figured I’d get out while I still can.”

Bucky burst out laughing. “I don’t blame you, (Y/n).”

You grinned at him and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of Bucky’s smiling face. The brunet caught your gaze and blushed, his gaze boring into yours. You felt your legs carry you closer to him, your heart speeding up even more. Bucky cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving yours, but just as he was about to speak, Sam sauntered up to the two of you.

“So? Are you guys coming or what?” He grinned, smirking when he saw you glare at him slightly. Bucky broke out of his haze and nodded in a rush.

“Sure”, he replied, offering you a smile. “You coming, doll?”

You sighed and smiled back. “Of course.”  Ignoring the look on Sam’s face, you followed the boys into Bucky’s bedroom.

“So…” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You rolled your eyes. You had spent the past few hours studying with Sam and Bucky, until the three of you had grown impossibly bored, causing Bucky to get up abruptly and slam his books shut.

If I study any more, I think my brain will explode. I’m going to get stuff to eat and drink for us, be back in a sec”, he had said, leaving the room soon after, which caused you and Sam to be together. Alone. This was not going to be good, especially since Sam seemed to have figured out that you have a crush on Bucky.

Scoffing, you turn away from Sam. “So nothing. Stop making that face at me, Sam. Whatever the hell you’re thinking of right now is not going to happen.”

Sam pouted slightly. “You don’t even know what I was thinking of!”

You scowled at him slightly. “You were probably thinking, ‘let’s embarrass poor (Y/n) over here! It’ll be fun!’ So yeah, not happening.”

Sam snickered. “No, actually. I was gonna ask why didn’t you just kiss Barnes when you had the chance.”

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head. “What?! Wilson, are you crazy?! Why the hell would I do that?”

Sam’s face gained an innocent look. “Oh, come on. Just make out with him already! I mean, you loooooove him!”

You could hear the mockery in Sam’s voice. “Pfft, if you must know, I only like him, not love him. At least it’s not obvious, as I am a master spy and I excel at hiding my feelings.”

“Oh, really?” Sam challenged.

“Yes, really”, you replied, your voice unsure after seeing Sam’s face.

In a split second, Sam’s face turned from jeering to purely demonic. He took one step towards you, then lunged and attacked you with his hands, his nimble fingers going straight for your most ticklish spots.

“SAM WILSON! STOP THAT RIGHT NOW!” You shrieked with laughter, trying to roll away from the young man in front of you, your sides tingling from how much was tickling you.  Sam laughed in response, stalking towards you once again.

“In your dreams, (Y/n). Right now, I’m making you suffer. You deserve it, after that look you gave me when I came between you and Barnes in the corridor!” Your eyes widened in horror as you attempted to jump away from him and avoid your fate. However, Sam was much faster, pouncing on you and pinning your arms on the wall above your head with one hand. You yelped, wriggling like a worm.

“Game over, ‘master spy’”, Sam mocked you. “How will you escape now?”

“I…uh…” you attempted to figure out a brilliant escape plan. “I will-”

“What the hell?!” A voice roared from the doorway. Sam immediately released you, spinning towards the figure at the door. You saw who it was and felt yourself go cold all over.

Bucky was holding a tray filled with snacks and drinks, but what frightened you was the plastic of the tray that looked like it was about to crack from the pressure he was applying to it from how hard he was gripping it. However, what frightened you even more, was the coldness and hurt in his eyes.

Bucky glared at you and Sam. “If you guys are gonna suck each other’s faces off, at least have some decency and GET OUT OF MY ROOM!” He spat out, slamming the tray down on the bedside table and spilling the drinks in the process. He then turned on his heel and sped out of the room, slamming the door closed. Sam stared at the mess beside the door, then wordlessly turned to look at you.

“At least now you know Barnes likes you too”, he stated, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Really, Sam?! Now you bring that up?”

Sam grunted. “I’m just saying! You should probably go after him though. You two have a lot to tell each other.”

You nodded with a sigh, glancing worriedly at the door. “You’re probably right. Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna kill you afterwards for this.”

Sam lifted his hands in defence. “Hey! You’re going to thank me for this later, no need to get mad!”

Nodding sarcastically, you muttered a “just you wait” and ran out of the room, your heart pounding and your thoughts focused on Bucky.

You found Bucky on the roof, staring out across the city.

His entire body was tense; his fists clenching and unclenching the whole time. A few loose strands escaped his bun and flitted around in the wind, but he didn’t seem to care. You came up close beside him and could feel the wind being knocked out of you when you saw his face.

Bucky was crying, angry tears pouring down his cheeks, his eyes red. His face wore an expression of anger, hurt, sadness…it was easy to decipher exactly what Bucky was feeling. As soon as you saw what state he was in, guilt settled heavily in your chest and tears pricked at your own eyes. You reached out and gently touched his arm but as soon as you did, Bucky jerked away from your touch and turned around so you wouldn’t be able to see his face.

“The hell do you want?” He mumbled in an irritated tone.

“Bucky, I…with Sam, it’s not what it looks like-”

“Really?” Bucky cut in. “Because it certainly looked like you were about to…fondue.”

You cracked a small smile at this. “Goodness, no! Sam is like a brother to me, not anything else!” You reached out and grabbed his arm; this time, he didn’t pull away. You took a deep breath.

“Look, Sam and I were just messing around. He wanted to cheer me up because…well, what I wanna say is…I guess that…”

Before you could stutter even more, Bucky did something that astonished you. Turning around in a flash, he grabbed you and roughly slammed his lips onto yours.

Your eyes shot open and you went rigid, unable to move a muscle. Bucky kept his lips on yours for a while longer before pulling away, his hands shaking slightly.

“S-sorry, (Y/n)”, he murmured in a broken voice. “I just thought y-you wanted to say you l-liked m-me…I’m sorry.”

You gasped slightly, realizing that he thought you didn’t like him back. Grabbing his hand, you stopped him quickly.

“W-wait, Bucky!” You cried out. “Of course I like you back! You just surprised me, like, a lot.” Laughing nervously, you looked up and met his gaze.

Bucky laughed in relief. “Oh, thank god. For a second there I thought I was wrong.”

You giggled as well, your nervousness quickly fading away. “How could I not like you back, Bucky?”

With that, you pulled him as close to you as possible and leaned up, brushing your lips against his, feeling how relaxed his body became and quickly leaning into his touch. You loved how gentle he was, loved how the setting seemed so perfect and loved the feeling that nothing could ever go wrong anymore. But, most of all, you loved Bucky; with him, you felt at home.

As long as I have you with me, nothing can bring us down.


So here it is! I hope you all enjoyed this part and the little rooftop scene ;)

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 novismage said: (I LAUGHED HARDER THAN I SHOULD HAVE AT THAT THOUGHT AND SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE THE SCHOOBYDOO INTRO WITH THE GANG REPLACED WITH CHARACTERS FROM ECHOES NOW)

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woke up to some good conversation. 

Surprise! - Calum Imagine

A/N: I’m in love with this promt ok. It may not have been exactly the way you requested it, but sort of.

“Hi [Y/N]!” Luke says, smiling through the phone screen. You laugh when he makes a cute little face, and say hi back. “We all miss you,” Luke states, running a hand through his hair. “Especially Calum.”

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