ARIES:Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today // Breaking hearts has never looked so cool, as when you wrap your car around a tree, your makeup looks so great next to his teeth
TAURUS: Centuries // Until you die for me, as long as there’s a light, my shadow’s over you, cause I am the opposite of amnesia, and you’re a cherry blossom, you’re about to bloom, you look so pretty, but you’re gone so soon
GEMINI: Miss Missing You // I will sing to you every day, if it will take away the pain, oh and I’ve heard you got it, got it so bad, cause I am the best you’ll never have
CANCER:Young and Menance // Oops I, did it again, I forgot what I was losing my mind about, oh, I only wrote this down to make you press rewind, and send a message: I was young and a menace
LEO:Bang the Doldrums // And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me, the same way I think of you, this is a love song in my own way, happily ever after below the waist
VIRGO: Fame < Infamy // I am God’s gift but why would he bless me with, such wit without a conscience equipped, I’m addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, whoa, “There’s too much green to feel blue”
I’m Like a Lawyer with the Way I’m Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) // We’re the new face of failure, prettier and younger but not any better off, bulletproof loneliness at best, at best
SCORPIO:I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth (Summer Song) // We’re the kids who feel like dead ends, and I want to be known for my hits, not just my misses, I took a shot and didn’t even come close, at trust and love and hope, and the poets are just kids who didn’t make it, and never had it at all
SAGITTARIUS: Death Valley // Cause we are alive, here in death valley, but don’t take love off the table yet, cause tonight it’s just fire alarms and losing you, we love a lot so we only lose a little
CAPRICORN: Tiffany Blews //
Oh baby, you’re a classic, like a little black dress, you’re a faded moon, stuck on a little hot mess
AQUARIUS: Hum Hallelujah // I thought I loved you, it was just how you looked in the light, a teenage vow in a parking lot, ‘til tonight do us part, I sing the blues and swallow them too
PISCES:Golden // Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams, where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens, and I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Happy Star Wars Day! Here’s a sketch of a Jedi!Finn costume based on this outfit of John’s, which literally made me gasp aloud because all that drapey swishy fabric just screams Jedi!
I’m in a film costume history class right now, so I got really excited thinking about all the materials and whatnot. The leather sleeve is of course from the mangled Dameron jacket, and maybe the belts are salvaged from that material too. The drapey grey over-piece would be more of a soft, woven, matte fabric. The inside would be kind of satiny and dark, but would seem understated and subtle until it catches light in a really pretty blue violet. Also, I gave him some form of shoes that aren’t boots since I imagine the poor guy is tired of wearing them by this point, lmao.
Request: ‘’What do you think Grayson and Ethan would be like in bed, like in detail??? xxx‘’
A/N: I think that the twins most of the time would be really gentle and passionate buttt also could be really rough and lowkey kinky when having sex. Because let’s face it: they’re sex gods and just from looking at them I get really turned on, lol. BUT I do think that Ethan is more into kinky stuff and Grayson into more romantic sex ;) Hope you enjoy xx
↪ Lots and looots of sex
↪ Sexting before as a warm up ;)
↪ He would be dominant af, but sometimes sub as well
↪ Lazy morning sex
↪ Rarely slow and passionate sex and most of the time really rough and maybe even kinky?
↪ You stripping down for him and he licking his lips when you do
↪ He would be the KING of foreplay (I mean looook at those fingers)
↪ Teasing the freaking fuck out of you until you’re almost begging him to fuck you
↪ Running his lips over your panties and pulling at the waist
↪ His lips on every centimeter of your body
↪ You pressing your mouth against his shoulder to keep yourself from crying out his name
↪ Lots of making out, and kisses everywhere!
↪ HICKIES and love bites on very visible places on your skin
↪ ‘’E, I can’t go out like this’’
↪ ‘‘Sure you can, everyone will know that you’re mine’’
↪ Him grabbing hungrily your ass and squeezing your boobs
↪ Sex in public bathrooms if he’s feeling very horny or jealous when he saw other guys staring at you
↪ Sooo much moaning and panting
↪ Him smirking when you moan SUPER loud (which is like all the time)
↪ Low and deep groans from him (just imagine this omg)
↪ Sweaty and hot skin
↪ THIGH RIDING
↪ Hair pulling !!
↪ Eye contact (SO sexy)
↪ Lots of dirty talk
↪ ‘‘Eyes on me’‘
↪ ‘‘Be quiet, babygirl’‘
↪ ‘’Yeah, you like that huh?’’
↪ Eating you out like 24/7
↪ Him biting his lips when he sees you reaching your orgasm
↪ Him begging you to give him a blowjob
↪ Taking turns in pleasing each other
↪ Letting you know that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world
↪ Really intense orgasms
↪ Experimenting with different positions
↪ Soft whimpers
↪ Him grabbing your waist when you climb on top of him
↪ Him getting even more stimulated and loving it when you scream his name
↪ Him breathing heavily and unsteady into your neck
↪ Holding your hand when you cum (when you have really passionate sex)
↪ Sex like ALL the time when you’re spending time just at home
↪ Usually it would be pretty spontaneous but sometimes he would prepare some things and put lots of effort into making it special, like:
↪ Your favorite music playing in the background, dimmed lights, scented candles
↪ Most of the time he would be really gentle and careful but sometimes it would be really fast and rough
↪ Again: FOREPLAYYY! Foreplay would for sure include fingering, teasing and touching you everywhere (because let’s face it: Gray is really touchy)
↪ I just know that Gray would be very good at foreplay (I mean LOOK at those fingers and big hands oh my)
↪ Shaky hands when you reach your orgasm and him holding them
↪ Tracing your skin with his soft fingertips
↪ Slow movements
↪ ‘’Just fuck me already’’
↪ ‘’Patience, baby’’
↪ Every little thing you would argue about would get heated and lead to sex
↪ Also A LOT OF make up sex
↪ Him admiring your body and smiling when you undress yourself
↪ Complimenting you on your cute lingerie
↪ And him taking forever to pull it off
↪ ‘’Need some help?’’
↪ ‘’I will treat you like the queen you are’’
↪ Lots of making out and sweet kisses
↪ Giggling all the time
↪ ALWAYS asking if you’re comfortable since he’s worried that he would hurt you
↪ ‘‘Are you sure you’re okay? Do I need to slow down?’’
↪ Sex in his new car, sex in the shower, sex at the beach, sex in the bath, sex against the wall… Literally everywhere as long as you’re okay with it
↪ You grabbing his muscular arms when you reach your climax
↪ Him grunting when he’s thrusting into you
↪ Offering blowjobs as favours
↪ Him saying ‘Babe, tonight is all about you’ but like, every night
↪ Neck kisses and leaving hickies there also
↪ He would get ten times more horny when he sees you getting an orgasm while closing your eyes
↪ Him whispering ‘come for daddy’ when holding your legs apart
↪ Multiple orgasms a night since he knows your body so well and the things you like
↪ Cuddling and more soft kisses afterwards and limbs tangled in the sheets
↪ Him calling you baby/babygirl/princess/love/darling
↪ So much intercourse
↪ Eating you out like everytime you guys have sex
↪ And when he does you stroke your hands through his fluffy hair
↪ Lots of ‘i love you’s
↪ Bruises on your hips from his tight grip
↪ You falling asleep on top of him after the sex
↪ Him being completely fine with that and whispering sweet nothings into your ear and stroking your back
This is sorta lame and cheesy, but it’s basically just a fluffy Imagine about Tom being a cute boyfriend and taking care of his drunk girlfriend💗
Author’s Note: This is a oneshot inspired by sorta me? My mom had a party and made a ton of mixed drinks, and because I’m a dumb baby that never drinks, I forgot that vodka literally punches you in a face when you drink too much of it? Anyways, I got drunk and ended up crying to one of my cousins for about 40 minutes about all the reasons why I love Tom? Apparently, I’m even more cheesy and sentimental drunk than I am sober, who knew lol?
She giggled to herself, ankles knocking into each other as she braced herself on the door of her apartment. She was absolutely, completely, and undeniably smashed. Truly, she couldn’t even remember how she’d gotten this way, but then again, she could barely recall her uber ride home.
Her hands kept shaking and she couldn’t find the correct key to fit itself into the doorknob. At this rate, she’d be out all night.
Tom paused the film he was watching and glanced back towards the front door. He was pretty sure that he could hear someone out there, but it was probably just their neighbor’s being noisy. Allowing the film to regain his full attention, he did his best to ignore the strange sounds outside, until he heard something that replicated her giggle.
His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She was supposed to be at a sleepover with her best friends, not coming home at one in the morning? Tom got up and made his way over to the window by the door. Peeking out, he saw that the giggle outside indeed belonged to her, and she appeared to be struggling hugely with the task of opening the door.
Quickly crossing to help her inside, Tom yanked open the door and barely had time to catch her as she crashed in on top of him.
“Tom!” She yelped excitedly, making no effort to move off of him, instead cuddling further into him, while he laid sprawled across the floor with her lying on his chest. “Do you wanna hear a joke? It’s so dirty and I know how you love dirty things!” She explained innocently, her eyelashes tickling his neck.
Tom chuckled, “Darling, come on up here. We’ve gotta close the door.”
“Okay, I’ll tell you!” She leaned over him, “What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?”
“You’re absolutely wrecked.” Tom laughed, taking in her mussed up appearance. She still looked good, how could she not? Her skirt was just shorter, her breasts were more exposed than she’d be comfortable with sober, and her eyemakeup was slightly smudged. Her hair tumbled down her back in messy waves and she teetered on her high heels.
If she had come home sober, Tom would’ve dragged her off to bed with him, but alas, she was drunk and needed to be taken care of.
“She gagged!” His girlfriend giggled, finishing up the butt of her joke. “Do you get it?”
Tom burst out laughing and cradled the back of her head as he rolled her onto her side so that he could get up to lock the door. “Yes, baby, I do. Where’d you hear that one?”
She didn’t even seem to have registered what he asked her because, in response, she said, “I don’t think I’d be Cinderella if I was a disney princess. She gags, but not me. I don’t gag, unless you make me.”
“Oh my gosh, you’re going to be so embarrassed in the morning.” Tom said, slipping his hands beneath her arms to pick her up. Helping her down the hallway to their bedroom, he asked, “Darling, how come you’re not with your friends right now?”
She blinked her eyes slowly and licked her lips. “We were all talking, and drinking. So, so, so much drinking. Did you know that vodka is strong? Like, it’s so strong, because, I’m not sure if you can tell, but,” She leaned closer to his chest and pressed herself up onto her tippy toes to whisper in his ear, “I’m kinda drunk right now.”
Turning his head towards her, he decided to play along, “Are you serious? I’d had no clue.”
“Well, yes! Anywho,” She dragged out the last letter of anywho before she tripped over herself again.
Tom caught her and slipped a firmer hand around her waist. “Anywho?” He pressed.
“We were all talking about our boyfriends, and how much we love them, because, I love you so much. And then, we started talking about the stuff we do with our boyfriends.” She paused in the hallway to poke Tom’s chest, “That’s my favorite shirt on you.”
“Darling, I’m not wearing a shirt?” Tom said, cocking his head to the side.
“I know,” She smiled, “That’s why it’s my favorite.” She gestured to Tom’s exposed midriff, “This is all great. Like, you look so good. The best.”
Tom dissolved into laughter and shook his head, “My silly, drunk girl. What are we going to do with you?”
“Well, you see, what I’d like you to do with me is make-out. That’s really why I came home. We started talking about some things,” She cupped her hand around Tom’s ear and whispered, “Sexy time things. And we all agreed that I should come home to you so that we could do the sexy time things. Because, I wanna do them, with you.”
Finally crossing the threshold of their bedroom, Tom placed her gently onto the bed and tried to ignore her last statement. Yes, she was his girlfriend. Yes, she’d just told him that she wanted him, and yes, he obviously wanted her too. But, she was drunk, much too drunk to consent to sex with him.
Tonight, Tom would be a good boyfriend and take care of her, but, in the morning, Tom would be a good boyfriend and he’d give her at least 2 orgasms with 2 advil pills to chase away her headache before breakfast.
“Sweet girl, we can’t right now. You’ve been drinking too much, you’re absolutely wasted.” Tom tried to reason with her.
“No, no I’m not. If I was drunk, could I do this?” She took a deep breath, “‘May I feel said he/ (I’ll squeal said she/ just once said he) It’s fun said she/ (May I touch said he/ How much said she/ A lot said he) Why not said she.”
Tom cut her off, “Sweetheart, nothing you say matters right now, you’re too drunk. Now just let me help you out of that dress.” Shaking his head, Tom laughed as he walked over to her with an oversized sweatshirt of his in his hand. Only she would be able to quote E.E. Cummings completely inebriated.
Kneeling in front of her, Tom lifted one of her feet onto his lap to unbuckled her high heeled shoe. Undoing the clasp and carefully removing the heel, he pressed a tender kiss to the top of her foot.
“You know, I like it a lot better when you’re on your knees for a different reason.” She pouted, sitting up to watch him.
Tom chuckled again as he began to remove her other shoe, “Trust me darling, so do I. Roll over-” He didn’t even get to finish his sentence when she interjected.
“Are you gonna spank me?” She asked, rolling over. Her tiny dress had ridden up even more and Tom had to bite down on his lower lip and clasp his hands together to prevent himself from doing just that.
“You’re making this really difficult.” Tom muttered.
“Then do something about it. I thought bad girls got spankings?” She teased him, eyeing the hardness growing within his pajama bottoms.
“Stop it, I’m trying to take care of you and you’re making it really hard.” Tom groaned.
“I can tell,” She giggled.
“For fucks sake,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m going to help you out of the dress, and that’s all the touching I’m going to do tonight. Then, I’m going to take off your makeup, and you’re going to go to sleep.”
“Tom,” She whined, wriggling around on the bed, “I don’t wanna. I want you to do me.”
Tom laughed, “You’re going to die in the morning, oh my gosh. You’re such a child.”
“Ugh!” She whined and flattened out onto the mattress.
Sitting down behind her on the bed, Tom rolled her over and unzipped the back of her dress. He did his best to not look, but the zipper kept getting caught in her hair, and he couldn’t ignore the soft skin of her back. He saw that she’d chosen to wear the pretty, light pink, lace bra that she’d been wearing the first time they’d had sex. Groaning over the memories, he helped her rid her body of the confining fabric of her dress and had slid his sweatshirt over her body.
She turned to lay on her back, “Will you at least kiss me?”
“Yes,” Tom placed a soft kiss on her mouth, “Do you wanna get up to go to the bathroom to take off your makeup, or do you want me to do it for you here?”
“Hmmm, here.” She sat up and stuck her hands inside of the sweatshirt, only to toss her bra off seconds later.
Tom’s eye lingered on her chest as he got up to retrieve her makeup wipes.
“I love youuuuu.” She said, hugging herself to his chest after Tom had successfully cleansed her face of all traces of makeup. “You’re my favorite, even though you refuse to fuck me.”
Tom tucked the duvet under her chin and crawled in behind her. He kissed her temple and curled an arm around her, “I love you too darling.”
He prayed to the high heavens above that she wouldn’t feel his excitement poking her in the back while she drifted off and into dreamland.
Simon and Jace bonding over the horror of interrupting Magnus and Alec?
this is hilarious cause you sent me this 2 weeks ago and now it’s so relevant
at first it’s just slight interruptions, because jace interrupting them doesn’t just end there. it doesn’t end after he’s apologized for killing the mood and it doesn’t end after he’s finally settled into magnus’s space. no, it of course continues and it’s horrible because he just keeps doing it. they’re finally kissing and magnus’s weight against alec is so fucking sweet up against the front door. it’s everything he’s been craving, his fingers sinking deep into the muscles around magnus’s shoulder blades. magnus is kissing him like all of that anticipation rolling under alec’s skin, all stormy, is reciprocated, mirror image. and just as alec’s lips part, a low sound thick in his throat as he slides his hands down, pressing magnus closer… someone clears their throat.
alec goes still very slowly and as he does magnus gets the hint and pulls off of him. and it takes a minute but they glance over and there’s jace, with that same perturbed look on his face. “i’ve got to…” he points towards the door. and alec feels his jaw tensing up before it actually does. magnus makes a low noise of understanding, raising his brows and pulls away to open the door, letting jace through and alec just licks his lips, reaching up to rub at his forehead, trying not to allow the annoyance rumbling through him to take hold. but it does anyway and he shoots jace a glare as his blond brother heads through the door. magnus has this look on his face like he just swallowed sour milk and alec lets out a heavy sigh before he reaches out to try and pull magnus back in.
but magnus just chuckles, taking alec’s fingers and squeezing them. “i think the mood has been sufficiently killed.”
Aries: Think you’re gonna break my heart. Think you’re funny, think you’re smart. Yeah, you may be good looking, but you’re not a piece of art. - “Power and Control”
Yeah, I wish I’d been a, wish I’d been a teen, teen idle. Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title. Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible, feeling super, super suicidal. - “Teen Idle”
I guess you could say that my life’s a mess, but I’m still looking pretty in this dress. I’m the image of deception. - “Homewrecker”
Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know, oh. I can’t let you go, can’t let you go, oh. I just want it to be perfect, to believe it’s all been worth the fight. - “Lies”
Living life like I’m in a play, In the lime light I want to stay. I know I’ve got a big ego. I really don’t know why it’s such a big deal, though. - “Primadonna”
Virgo: I never sang for love. I never had a heart to mend because before the start began, I always saw the end. Yeah, I wait for you to open up, to give yourself to me, but nothing’s ever gonna give, I’ll never set you free. - “Starring Role”
I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out ‘cause that’s what young love is all about. So pull me closer, and kiss me hard. I’m gonna pop your bubblegum heart. - “Bubblegum Bitch”
Born with a void, hard to destroy with love or hope. Built with a heart, broken from the start, and now I die slow. - “Valley of the Dolls”
When you’re around me, I’m radioactive. My blood is burning, radioactive. I’m turning radioactive. My blood is radioactive. My heart is nuclear, love is all that I fear. - “Radioactive”
Capricorn: And now I see, I see it for the first time, there is no crime in being kind. Not everyone is out to screw you over. Maybe, oh just maybe they just wanna get to know you. - “Fear and Loathing”
Aquarius: All my life I’ve felt it deep inside of me. All this time was fighting for what I believe. All my life I’ve tried to hide what history has given me. - “Sex Yeah”
All I really want is to be wonderful. People in this town they, they can be so cruel. I live my life inside a dream, only waking when I sleep. If I could sell my sorry soul, I would have it all. - “The State of Dreaming”
Lance was afraid. He was on a ship with two alphas who already had constant disagreements, and that was on a good day.
There was a bottle that stood by Lances sink, empty, long past empty in fact. His suppressants were long past empty. Lance had gone to Coran many times in the past two weeks, asking initially about Alteans and their hierarchy regarding Alphas, Omegas and Betas, to his disappointment Coran hadn’t the slightest idea what these statuses were. Or maybe it was to his relief, nobody to judge him for his pre-determined role. Coran had made a copy of what was on the bottle and spent every spare minute trying to recreate the medication for Lance, in confidence of course. The blue paladin had made a clear point to the old Altean, pushing for him not to tell a soul about the prescription. Coran obliged, in slight reluctancy.
“Good morning Shiro, Hunk.” Lance walked into the kitchen that morning. He dragged his feet over to the table and sat down and Shiro perked his ears in slight confusion, he turned to Lance and tested the air. Lance froze, he knew the day would come when the suppressants would ware off, he was just surprised it was so soon. Internally he counted the days. 5. It had been 5 days since he had downed he last pill and distress washed over him as he realized that that was about right. It takes a week for suppressants to run through your system and at day 5 smells would leak through and behaviours would start returning.
“Good morning Buddy!” Hunk called from the kitchen as he was whipping up supposed breakfast. Shiro sat stiffly and stared at Lance, scanning him up and down. Making the young man uneasy. His omega reflexes were kicking in as he thought back to health class ‘Basic human instinct is fight or flight, Alphas fight, Omegas Flight.’ It was as simple as that, there was an Alpha staring him down and he wanted to run. He wanted to turn heel and book it down the hallway, Shiro would be hot on his tail because at its basic genetic make up, Omegas were prey and Alphas were predators, and Lance knew this.
“Shiro… Shiro you’re staring.” Shiro shook his head and snapped back into the present, his nostrils stopped flaring and his pupils grew bigger, his animalistic intent gone.
“S-Sorry.” He looked down, the proper etiquette to apologize. He looked back to Lance after his formal apology and became interested in the smell again but in a less ‘I want to hunt you and mount you once you’ve been caught’ and more a ‘this is new and interesting’ kind of way. “You just smell…” he inhaled deeply. “Different.” He grabbed Lances collar of his jacket, desperate to get more of the smell into his lungs, it was familiar but foreign, still Lance but… different. “New cologne?” He asked “or beauty product?” Shiro searched for an answer.
“New body wash… why?” Lance was laughing nervously, Shiro a little too close for his liking and he felt a little too trapped to be calm, his hair stood on end. “Like it?” He smirked cautiously.
“Very much.” Shiro hardly acknowledged Lance but was so mesmerized by the scent he only snapped back when hunk set plates down on the table, the clanging made him look at the source of the noise. “O-Oh thank you hunk.” He looked back at the jacket, up at Lance, and realized how stupid he must look, smelling Lances jacket while it was still on him, he dropped it and mustered an apologetic smile. Lance looked at Shiro and saw sweat forming in beads on his forehead, Shiro isn’t a sweater, he only sweats after long training sessions or intense missions. “It looks d-delicious” he mumbled, almost before turning back to his food, as if he were almost saying it about Lance… almost. there was a gulp and Shiro tried to shake it off and picked up a fork to start eating what resembled eggs but were slightly thicker and a gross colour of blue, regardless of the look they tasted delicious.
Hunk looked to Lance and sniffed slightly, much less interested in the new smell due to his Beta status, he tilted his head questioningly and Lance answered before the question was asked. “New Body wash.” He smiled and tugged at his collar, feeling the cloth stick to his skin. Hunk nodded and placed the dish in front of Lance.
“Yeah no problem.” In the next two seconds Keith came flying around the corner and ran into the kitchen, Pidge hot on his heels. They stopped in the middle of the room, breathing heavily and Keith smirked slyly at The green paladin who was glaring daggers, if looks could kill he’d be dead on the floor.
“Fine.“she heaved “you win, you’re faster.” Her hands were on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Keith; not bent over, but still catching his breath, walked over to the table and found a spot beside Lance. Of course he had to be sat between the two alphas. Of course he did. There was a god and it hated him. Keith froze half way through running his fingers through his hair and turned to Lance, giving the same expression that Shiro had. The difference of the two was the Keith snapped himself from it.
“You smell funny.” He stated, blunt as always.
Lance wrinkled his nose in disgust at the pungent scent that attacked his nose. “Oof and you smell oh so pretty.” His face was the epitome of grotesque displeasure and Keith shoved at Lance lightly, smiling gently. Their relationship had been good lately, not strained, still light teasing but no arguments.
“Just got back from training” he stated, shovelling the imposter egg into his mouth. “Why your smell?”
“New body wash, picked it up at the last marketplace we went to.” He hardly looked up, his suave charisma along with his ability to lie was counted as a blessing in those seconds. Keith grunted in acknowledgment, also keeping focus on his plate, he may have seemed not interested but every instinct made him want to investigate Lance and his odour.
“Smells nice.” He mumbled half-mindedly.
“Gasp! What did I just hear? Was that a genuine compliment from Kogane himself?!” He nudged Keith’s shoulders and the red paladin scowled.
“Yeah don’t expect another one for a long time if you’re gonna react like that.” Lance pulled away, realizing the boundaries and laughed it off.
“To be perfectly honest I’m already surprised when you compliment me.” He turned to ask for the salt-like-liquid he used for seasoning his eggs. He’d been so caught up in his conversation with Keith he hadn’t noticed Shiro had moved closer to him and kept glancing out the side of his eye. Lance caught the look and Shiro instantly looked down as if to apologize again and Lance flicked his head up, a non verbal way of saying the apology wasn’t needed; a common action of an Omega. He froze and Shiro let himself look at Lance, confused. Lance played it off and brushed hair behind his ear, looking back to his food. Hunk and Pidge watching their interactions silently, glancing at each other occasionally for non-verbal opinions, the odd nod in telepathic agreement, or look of confusion. They were so in sync it was scary. By the time Lance had finished his food and went to stand up he was almost shoulder to shoulder. With Shiro and Keith had spread his legs slightly so his knee was touching Lances. As soon as he moved to stand Keith stood with him and looked at Lance attentively. He second guessed himself and gave himself a confused look, Lance doubling it. Almost instantly though Shiro also stood up and took a step towards Keith, his shoulders back and head up. The red paladins confusion melted away to a need for dominance. He was small, and several years younger than Shiro but still opted a challenge, they exchanged low growls, hardly audible. Within seconds they were shoving each other’s shoulders lightly, their growls growing.
“Woah! Woah guys!” Hunk stood up from the other side of the table, reaching a hand as if it’d do something. “What’s with the aggression? Why the sudden dominant neediness??” Hunks voice was concerned, like the mother hen he needed to be.
“I DONT KNOW!” Keith’s voice continued to growl, Shiro not backing down.
“I WANT TO FIGHT YOU AND IM NOT SURE WHY.” Shiro yelled back angrily.
“ME TOO.” Keith stood onto his tippy toes, still not close to Shiro’s height.
“THIS IS WEIRD.” Shiro sounded confused within his anger but his face didn’t betray him.
“WHY ARE WE YELLING.” Keith made another attempt to intimidate Shiro but his voice simply couldn’t hit that baritone that Shiros could.
“I DONT KNOW!” They took a step away and bowed their heads. Shiro gripped his temples and Keith crossing his arms in front of his stomach.
“Ooookay.” Lance turned to walk away and both alphas went to follow him, glancing at each other, almost starting another growling fit. “Hey! Guys I’m just putting my plate in the dish disposal.” He shook his head as their expressions turned to confusion. “What’s gotten into you guys.” He asked a question he knew the answer to. Because you see they were alphas, needy, lonely, dominant alphas. And Lance? Lance was an omega, and at that, he was an omega with no mate.
…to be continued…
(S/o to mah boi @legendarylangst along with other people for supporting the idea of the omegaverse fic)
I’ve been seeing some discussion in past few days about how unrealistic it is that Bitty doesn’t hang out with other queer kids at Samwell, which is a valid point, and it reminded me I had a fic languishing in my drafts folder that involved an expanded look at the LGBTQIA group on campus, so I figured maybe the time had come to post it. It’s more about Dex than Bitty, because I started it as a response to the “Dex is homophobic” discourse, so this is from a “Dex has never been straight, he just doesn’t think it’s any of your business” perspective.
(It’s the beginning of a longer fic called “I Abhor You/I Adore You” that’s kind of an exercise in filling in all the gaps between the Nurseydex tweets and fleshing out the non-hockey parts of Samwell, but who knows if I’ll ever finish it.)
~4.5k, pre-slash Nurseydex, mostly Dex POV, guest appearances by Bitty, Holster, and a few OCs from the LGBTQIA group. Location of the IT helpdesk across the hall from the resource center entirely stolen from my own tiny liberal arts school, “the little gay college in the middle of Iowa.”
Dex got a job with the helpdesk
almost as soon as he got to campus. This wasn’t exactly normal for an unknown,
untested, untried, and undeclared first year student, but he had references
from his high school job and there was a constant shortage of people who
actually knew how to do anything with hardware.
Which, of course, was the thing most of the professors actually needed help
with. They weren’t actually receiving a lot of emergency Python coding calls;
they needed someone who could “make the goddamn printer talk to the computer”
without pissing anyone off by being too condescending.
He enjoyed it; compared to having
to do the same thing in a retail environment, this was downright relaxing, and
he at least had some confidence the people he was helping weren’t complete idiots. He could even leave
behind a Post-It of step-by-step instructions of how to fix the problem
themselves next time and have it be followed at least 50% of the time! Not to
mention his work-study hours as a student athlete were actually capped and
enforced so he wouldn’t work himself to death. So relaxing when compared to
high school, when he’d had to juggle IT work, lobster fishing, hockey, and
grades good enough to get some kind of scholarship.
Since he’d gotten to campus early
to start pre-season practice with the hockey team, he’d been able to establish
a work routine before adding in classes, which had been helpful. The CS classes
at Samwell were certainly more demanding, but that was why he was here, wasn’t
it? All in all, he was pretty satisfied with how things were shaping up. (Now
if only his d-partner weren’t such an entitled brat…)
Once the other students got back to
campus, it became clear the helpdesk office wasn’t the only thing housed in the
weird little building at the edge of campus. He was just ending a shift when a
girl stuck her head in the door. “Would it be possible to get some quick help
from anybody? It’s just across the hall.”
“I can do it,” Dex said. “I was
just about to leave anyway.”
“Thank you!” She led the way into
what appeared to be an all-purpose meeting room. The door now had a handmade
rainbow sign taped to it, proclaiming it the Stonewall Resource Center. “We’re
having our first meeting of the year tonight, and of course the one person who
remembers how to work the projector is on study abroad this semester.”
“No problem. You hooking it up to a
Dex walked over to the AV podium at
the front of the room and fished out the giant cluster of cables and dongles.
“Hopefully one of these will work, but we have adapters in the office for just
about anything. Bring it over.” A minute or so later, he had everything
“Thank you so much!”
“Sure. I mean, it’s my job anyway.”
“Do I need to file a ticket or
“Um, you’re welcome to stay for the
meeting if you want…”
“What’s it for? I mean, I can
guess, but your sign wasn’t even up when I came in at the beginning of my
shift, so, you know.”
“Yeah, basically it’s just a beginning
of the year informational meeting for students about LGBTQIA resources on campus
and a way to get those of us who are returning students to get started
organizing other events. So maybe not super interesting.”
“No, it sounds like good
information to have. I’ll stick around.”
She smiled at him. “Great! I’m
“Will. Or Dex. I answer to either.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“So do you think you’ll come back?”
Sam asked after the meeting was over. Dex had stayed to help her turn off the
projector and leave a sticky note with the steps written down. (He was thinking
about getting a set custom-printed with “Helping You Help Yourself!” across the
bottom, though he suspected his boss would find this too snarky.)
“Probably not. I mean, not to
regular meetings or anything—you can totally ask me for help anytime! I’m just
kind of… past the place where I need this kind of group? And I’ve got hockey
practice and CS classes that are kind of the point of my being here, so they
take priority, you know?”
“But you know where to find me!
Seriously, I’m always happy to help. It looks like a great group. But I know I
can’t commit to anything.”
“Cool. I’ll see you around then,
yeah? Oh, hey, if you have any time on Friday, you should come to the softball
game. We’re gonna slay.”
Dex grinned and offered his fist
for a bump of solidarity. “You’ll have to come to a hockey game once the season
Warframe personalities from how I see them, by my first glance at them.
Heads up, this is a long post. Enjoy~!
Ash: Aloof mofo with a stabbing habit. could rob you of all your money in texas hold ‘em. Too much damn side eye. Kills everyone is the room, then breaks for coffee like nothing happened. Ninja who steals the last slice of cake from the fridge.
Atlas: would kick your ass then be your best bro. is dead inside? somewhat likely but can’t tell anymore. makes shitty jokes. I get he’s a one punch man stone golem, but c’mon, the guy gives pretty good hugs.
Banshee: Resting bitch face, but is sound sensitive so she has a reason. Most likely up to god knows what hours listening to music enjoying synethesia sensations. Knows a thing or two about where to find the best obscure books. Caring protective friend.
Chroma: Moody guy who just wants some fucking peace and quiet. Hoards things like trophies from kills, bet this guy has so many hunting trophies? ffs, his ult is a dragon pelt, might as well be a dragon! Really good at pissing off people without even trying.
Ember: Sassy friend wants all the tea. Best booty to boot. You see that guy over there? He’s on fire. She fucking murdered him with sick comebacks. Don’t get me wrong though, she might like her bacon crispy but she’s a pretty loyal friend. Probably would come get your ass for a revive with intent to raze the fucking field with wildfire.
Equinox: Calm balanced friend??? Has two sides she shows to different people, everyone who talks to her might find something different about her. Likes keeping a lot of houseplants in her room in the dojo. Courteous and polite and gives the best backhanded compliments under a pleasant facade.
Excalibur: Average Joe. Good at a lot but not the best, really doesn’t give his best. Very athletic. rushes through missions impatiently. Might play too many hack’n’slash games in his spare time.
Frost: Stoic, quiet, probably has some thought going on at all times. Reads a lot of mythology from before the orokin era. Procrastinates and stalls for his buddies while holding down the fort. solid person to talk to if you need someone to listen.
Hydroid: The guy has enough mentions about tentacle porn, it’s safe to say he’s hoarding a hentai stash somewhere. or people assume. just a guy who loves the water, could talk for days about fish and where to find all the best seafood restaurants. has had enough people mentioning pirates around him. has a good, hearty laugh.
Inaros: Tired, always fucking tired. Sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead. if you can kill me, that is. Mmm. nom. Corpus tastes metallic. Grineer tastes like really bad slimy chicken. I’m not sharing what infested taste like. Shields? What the heck is that? Appreciates old architecture and hoards ayatan statues.
Ivara: Sneaky sneaky~ I got an arrow for just about any job. Just because i am a cyclops doesn’t mean i don’t have depth perception, dumbass. Carefree happy lady, fun to talk to. Makes lots of banter with teammates on missions.
Limbo: Trolls might love this guy, why doesn’t he have a fedora helmet yet? I’ve not seen enough Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure to know what those references mean. He’s a real gentleman, very inquisitive. He’s a scientist? Aw, cool. Prolly spacing out while carousing through the rift, thinking about his next project.
Loki: The Cheeseframe is what people call him. Knows where all the loot is, all the time. Giggling and pulling pranks 24/7. Can do shit effortlessly and stares at his team wondering why the fuck the had to trigger the damn alarm in a mission. Also, hammerhead shark. This guys likes playing card games too.
Mag: In a state of calm and panic at the same time. Doesn’t show much though. Magnetic personality? Could crush your heart in a minute. Has a good taste in interior design, rather good at art deco/ industrial. Has some walls to get through before befriending her, but melts like a marshmellow when ya do.
Mesa: 360 no scope!!! It’s high noon! okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s keep going. Keeps an orderly schedule, off doing solo missions all the time. Loves a good movie, could talk about her favorite film for hours. Deserts are dry? So is her humor. Would shoot you without even thinking.
Mirage: You thought Loki’s pranks were bad? At least her enemies get these night mare shows and not you.
This chick loves horror films, special effects make up and disco.
Pretty good at good at lighting up the room and your smile. She really just wants a good time, okay?
Nekros: Sick mofo who tells dead baby jokes. Has some interesting kinks. Rarely eats, if ever. Would look you dead in the eye and try to tell you bad puns seriously as possible. Has seen the dead walk again, thinks they’re best buddies. good guy to go to a graveyard with.
Nezha: Srsly good looking.. guy? girl? oh idc he can be genderfluid and i’d still think he’s attractive. Got serious hula skills. Never takes himself seriously and just loves going for long missions. Knows a thing or two about culture, rather classy guy but can be a bit childish. Never really grew up, but you don’t notice that behind the charm.
Nidus: This is the I-don’t-give-a damn guy. He wrecks everything he touches, spreads space aids, yet his personality is far from cancer. Very good with animals. A bit messy. Too many damn things talking in his head from the infested and ignores them like a champ. They bend to his will.
Nova: A Good Egg, if slightly cracked. Giggles at the mention of inane words. Everything explodes!!! ADHD in a frame. Good natured wholesome friend who loves everyone. Bad habit of breaking appliances and electronics. Geiger counters near her start playing Imagine Dragon’s Radioactive?
Nyx: Look at this frame. You took a good warframe and gave it anxiety, sheesh. Shy, kinda hard to deal with hearing everyone’s thoughts sometimes. ain’t got time for your drama. Loves talking about current events, but not much of a gossip out of respect for others. giant personal space bubble, do not touch!
Oberon: Royal pain in the ass, but a lovable doofus so you kinda just let it go. Very protective dad friend, complete with dad jokes. Probably would like to finish your sandwich if you’re not gonna eat it. Would open his home to you if you needed a couch to surf on.
Octavia: This girl loves all music, could help you find just the mix you were looking for. Got sick dance moves too. Might have been in band. Would happily binge watch any tv show with you and discuss everything about it. You don’t know what so charming about her, but you really like her so you always accept her invites. Had a bad habit of fidgeting.
Rhino: This guy could bench press a grineer ship in one hand and corpus ship in the other. you don’t move out of his way, he runs you over, simple as that. gym rat, for sure. somewhat impatient. watches way too many superhero blockbusters and devours the comics. Mows down the entire enemy wave just get your sorry bleeding ass back up and fighting again.
Saryn: Oh, good lotus, this chick has got good looks and a deadly touch. Cunning girl could outsmart anyone. Low key annoyed in general. Would back stab you without a thought, given a reason. Knows a lot about cooking. I mean, if you’re going to poison someone or at least know how to work in the biolab you should probably know how this type of chemistry works. dodges responsibility a lot tho.
Titania: flighty as fuck, gets startled easily. graceful; she has good fashion sense. you have no idea where she came from in the room. fairy tales are definitely her thing, but happy endings really aren’t true with that state of things right now in the solar system. too many butterflies, but is fine with it since they help her stay calm. Actually really good at flying archwings, I think?
Trinity: First one to rush into the fight, last one to leave until everyone is okay. Is the Mom friend. Likes to be helpful. Rather much a bitch to those she hates. She may have an open heart, but don’t walk all over this girl. Cross her once, shame on you. Cross her twice, she leaves you for dead on eris, end of story.
Valkyr: Look, she’s been through some shit, has ptsd, the very least you can do is give her a cat plushie and your support, okay? Gets angry easily and has meltdowns. She’s not a pushover. She knows what’s best, she can endure. semi serious, jokes fly over her head. it may take a bit for her to like you. literally a cat frame, you don’t know love until you’ve been loved by a cat.
Vauban: Forget Limbo being a troll. This is THE trollframe. Went to college for engineering, came back out a smart ass. Don’t loan money to him, he prolly won’t pay ya back. Pretty good drinking buddy tho. Reads a shit ton of shakespear to know what that sense of humor really is. Shit poster, meme hoarder extrordinaire. you can have a grenade! And you can have a grenade! YOU ALL CAN HAVE GRENADES!
Volt: Impeccable taste mixed with sharp commentary. Why does he have a helmet that’s a boob? maybe he has a high schooler’s sense of humor? would be honest with you and tell you straight up what needs to be done. This guy likes expensive suits. Has a tendency to be impulsive.
Wukong: Has loads of stories to tell. Good memory. Can comeback from just about any setback. determined and will happily grind with you in missions for hours. Also pretty damn stubborn and doesn’t listen well to others, kinda has to speak first.
Zephyr: Life’s a breeze here, right? Kinda goes with whatever and has a hard time deciding on things. Kinda clumsy too. Crashes raids and blows away the enemy. Usually minds her own business with her head in the clouds.
“Really, Peter, my daughter ?” - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader
Summary : Peter starts to date Tony Stark’s daughter and the Iron Man isn’t sure he’s liking it…Well, actually, he’s pretty sure he hates it.
I wanted to write something else than Batfam or DC related for once sooooooo…Here’s a Peter Parker story yo. It has probably been written a thousand times, but after I watched “Spider-Man : Homecoming”, all I wanted to do was writing a story with Peter starting to date Tony’s daughter so…yeah. Here it is. Hope you’ll like it :
Peter didn’t really mean for this to happen. Far from it. Oh it would have avoided him a world of troubles if none of this ever happened.
Nope, totally didn’t mean for this to happen. Besides, when he first met you, he had a massive crush on Liz and had eyes only for her. Oh he was head over heels for her. And, your first encounter wasn’t exactly…a smooth one.
Months earlier, when Peter helped your father against Captain America:
It was very soon after the big fight between “Team Iron Man” and “Team Captain America” that you met him. Peter was waiting for “Mr. Stark” in the Avengers’ watchtower, in one of the waiting lounge.
An annoying elevator music was playing and Peter was awkwardly sitting in one of the ridiculously fancy chair of the lounge, waiting for…Someone. Anyone really.
He had been waiting for hours. Did…did they forgot about him ? Nooooo, Mr. Stark would never do that to him.
And when the door opened, Peter’s heart leapt at the thought of talking to his hero again and…A girl he only saw on TV appeared, hurriedly closing the door behind her.
You. It was you. The famous (Y/N) Stark, only daughter of the even more famous Tony Stark, and therefor, sole heir to the Stark’s fortune.
You didn’t even notice Peter at first, as he was sitting in the chair furthest to the door, and when you did, the face you made made him flinch. You seemed so unhappy to see him…
-Who the Hell are you ?
You ask without any other preamble. Peter stands up and clears his throat…and oh he wanted to slap himself when instead of telling you his name he said :
-You’re…You’re (Y/N) Stark !
You roll your eyes at him and approach him slowly, giving him a suspicious look before saying :
-Thank you, without you, I think I would have never known my own name. I’m so grateful right now…
The sarcasm in your voice was so strong Peter thought he could feel it squeezing his heart and self-confidence. It took him way too long before he finally answered :
“That was Carpool Karaoke with the lovely Y/N,” James Corden said to the camera before turning to face you.
You had spent a day with him driving around in LA having fun. Your first album was released two weeks ago and quickly rose to number one on the charts. You were relieved to hear the positive response from your old fans who only knew you from acting jobs, but also from your new fans. You could now proudly say you had successfully transitioned from acting to singing.
“Thank you so much for being here. I gotta say, I absolutely love your new album!” he praised.
“Thank you,” you smiled, “That means a lot and I can honestly say that was one of the funniest car rides in my entire life.”
You had been on The Late Late Show once before promoting a movie, and it was one the best interviews you have had. James was magnificent at making you feel comfortable, having other celebrities by your side helped, but his kind and hilarious personality made you feel right at ease.
James smiled, before talking about the songs.
“So, there are rumours that some of the songs are written about a special person,” James wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh, no” you laughed dismissing it, ”there’s no one special in my life right now.”
“Well, if you need someone,” a voice butted in. Turning to your side, the other guest, Sebastian Stan was smirking in your direction pointing at himself.
“I mean, imagine having a song written about you and getting to say it’s the incredible Y/N who wrote it” he continued, “I could die happily.” He laid an arm on the back of the couch smiling cockily. You could feel the heat radiating from his body and if you leant back, his muscular arm would touch your back.
“What’s going on here?” James gestured confusedly but excitedly.
“Can I just say,” he turned to once again face you,” I feel like I’ve seen you all my life and you look so great,” his blue eyes gazed into yours and when he laid a hand on yours, small sparks of electricity ran through your body. You laughed at the attention trying to remember he was a great actor just flirting for the fun of it.
“You’re a joke. You’re actually going for it!”, James jumped in his seat,” You’re ridiculous. You’re actually going for it. I love it. I love it!”
“Why not,” Sebastian questioned,” when I have this incredibly gorgeous woman sitting next to me with a voice of an angel?”
You laughed in disbelief over how far he was willing to go but felt a warm fuzzy feeling spread inside.
“So, Sebastian you are originally from Romania, right?” James asked once the audience settled down.
“That’s true, yeah.”
“So obviously you are fluent in Romanian. How would one go about asking Y/N out?” You knew James kept this subject going as it would get more views but you kinda also didn’t want Sebastian to stop flirting.
Sebastian nodded in thought before moving closer and once again laying an arm behind you with one leg crossing the other.
Without thinking, you asked the first thing that popped into your head when James said Romania.
“Would you bite me in the neck?”
"Oh my God.” Disbelief showed on his face and the audience was silent for a moment. Then he swept in low and went for your neck as laughs filled the room. You pushed him away slightly giggling but his warm breath on your neck sent your mind into dark places.
“Don’t make me do it.” he raised his voice slightly pointing his finger before taking a sip of his water.
The audience was still in stitches as you tried to remedy the situation by clarifying what you meant. Dracula had his castle in Romania right?
“So, there really is no one special in your life right now?” James asked returning to the first question.
“No, there really isn’t,” you shook your head before placing a hand on Sebastian thick thigh, “but in the future, there might be?” You looked over at Sebastian and gave him a wink.
“Dear lord,” he ran a hand through his soft looking hair licking his lips, “You’re gonna be the death of me woman.” James grinned widely at the scene in front of him.
“Any chance of you going out with him Y/N?”
“I mean, I gotta say, he is pretty cute.” You retorted giving him a smile. Sebastian’s once cocky attitude disappeared and light pink dusted his cheeks as he felt onto the couch.
James laughed loudly at the change, “Oh, look at him!”
“You were so cocksure, and now you’re a blushing mess.” he stood up from his chair in excitement.
It was actually quite adorable how flustered he got from your words resorting to hiding his smiling face in his hand.
“And here you have it, ladies and gentlemen. The next power couple brought to you on The Late Late Show!” James yelled into the camera still grinning widely.
- - -
You said your goodbyes to James before leaving to your dressing room with one last glance at Sebastian who had been caught by a few adoring stagehands.
A small knock on your door brought you to your feet again. You set down the slice of pizza you had ordered to be here once the show finished. After almost tripping over the discarded shoes on the ground you made it to the door.
The same man who had made you feel butterflies and giggly stood outside your door awkwardly.
“Hi,” Sebastian spoke and you could almost feel the nervousness roll of him.
You responded giggling at the complete 180 degrees turn from cocky to shy.
“I” he paused muttering “I’m really doing this” under hisbreath before continuing.
“I just wanted to tell you I meant everything I said out there. I really think you are amazing and unbelievably gorgeous,” his stare on the ground lifted and you could see the nerves swimming in his deep blue orbs.
“I was just wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?” he bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair.
“You really got stop doing that,” you said breathlessly as more butterflies filled your stomach. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion not quite catching what you meant.
“Biting your lip and running your hand through your hair.” you clarified, “It makes me think and want to do things I shouldn’t.” This time his eyes widened at your confession and a sliver of lust showed.
“And yes, I would like to go out with you.” you grinned.
He sighed in relief and a smile spread on his beautiful face.
“I got pizza in here if you want to join?” you gestured inside and the twinkle in his eye was more than enough to account for his answer. You put out a hand and when his fingers intertwined with yours, feeling the same spark from before, you pulled him into your dressing room.
or, lena tried to be a luthor but fell in love with supergirl instead
She learned of the plan sometime between Lex getting
arrested and his trial. His eyes were crazed, the words spewing out of his
mouth irrational and erratic. Of course Lillian agreed with him—of course
they’d pull Lena aside and ask her to help. Of course Lena would fall into line
as well. She was a Luthor, this was her family.
her family asked for her help in ending the Supers…well, Lena would of course
offer her assistance.
didn’t matter that she didn’t understand why Lex’s idea of revenge revolved
around the Girl of Steel instead of her cousin—why he had decided to abandon
his vendetta against Superman and focus on Supergirl. It certainly didn’t matter
that Supergirl had done nothing to the Luthor family, that she had been miles
upon miles away when Superman finally took Lex down, not even coming to her
cousin’s aid. It didn’t matter that, by all accounts, Supergirl spent more time
stopping other aliens than she did going after humans.
Lena didn’t understand Lex’s hatred of Supergirl, but she didn’t question it—didn’t
ask for a clarification, didn’t ask for a reason. It just didn’t matter.
was her brother, he’d asked her to do something, and so Lena had a job to do.)
I just thought of a thing that aliens might find extremely dangerous and confusing. Candles.
Like, I imagine that there must be some, if not many, planets that don’t require the use of fire for light or cooking, or anything really. So when they get to Earth and they learn about fire and what it does, they’re like “HOLY CRAP and you just DEAL with this stuff??”
And then we tell them that fire is a very commonly used thing and it is useful in a great many of situations, and they’re like “so you’re telling me that you discovered this highly dangerous, easily spread, potentially very lethal thing, and you HARNESSED it’s power?” and the humans are just like yep.
But then, they go on to tell the aliens all of the ways in which we use fire to our advantage, and eventually they get to candles like
“So before light bulbs and things like that were invented, we used fire to see in the dark, and we would construct little cylinders of wax and light them on fire with a piece of string in the middle called a wick. This would allow us to transport fire easily and contain it so that we could use its light and sometimes its heat, without hurting ourselves or burning our possessions. We don’t generally use them for that anymore, but we find them relaxing, so often times we put them in our homes and light them just to look at the fire. We also put them in places that we consider sacred, such as churches and places like that. In some cultures, fire is now believed to be cleansing.”
And the aliens are like “So you developed a way to make fire that is not harmful? And it simply produces small amounts of light and heat?”
“Oh no no, it can’t still very much burn you. There are many fires caused by knocked over candles every year. Those fires can burn down houses and take lives, and be all around devastating. But we keep them around, cuz I mean, look how pretty they are.”
“WHAT?? People were killed as a result of these small fire containers AND YOU STILL PUT THEM IN YOUR HOMES?? How is that RELAXING?? You find so much beauty in this enormously destructive thing that you RISK YOUR LIVES to be around it?”
“Well.. we do put them in glass or ceramic containers nowadays…”
As you can probably guess, spoilers ahead so don’t read if you
wanna watch it! (Also, I’m gonna compare to the anime since, y’know, that’s
what it’s based on.)·
Light’s screams when Ryuk first shows up. Oh my god I burst out laughing. Admittedly, that’s how someone would/should
react in that situation but still, compared to anime Light, so very very
So, I can kill him in any way possible huh? DECAPITATION BITCHES. (Also, wow, gory much?)·
To Ryuk – ‘Your fingers are huge.” Yes because that’s really what’s important
here Light. ·
“You don’t wanna know.” 2 seconds later. “So basically I kill people lol watch this.”·
Yeah let’s totally make out and have sex on the
death note. So romantic.
“Can I kiss you?” “Lol, what, don’t ask.” Oh, sorry Mia, is consent not sexy enough for
“You were gonna kill me if I took the book?!” Am I supposed to feel bad for you? Because I really don’t. ·
“SING TO ME WATARI”·
L’s love for Watari is actually pretty cute.·
Watari deserved better 2k17·
Light’s dad deserved better 2k17·
Also, I don’t mind L having more emotions and
shit (or, at least, making them more obvious) but dude looked like he was about
to cry throughout the whole thing. He
needed more sugar.·
Ah yes, Light would totally pull faces in a picture (Light Yagami is turning in his grave)
“I do love you….but I have written your name in the death note. ;D”·
“GET ME MY FUCKING DEATH NOTE” ·
The chase scene with Light and L – they ain’t
afraid to fuck shit up·
Also, the guy who hits L on the back of the head
– really??? Are we in a cartoon???·
Light’s whole plan of killing Mia and getting
the death note back – ahhhh there’s the Light I know and love to hate·
Go on L, kill the guy, looks like he’s basically
asking for it·
Ryuk – “Lol, humans are funny. Am I right audience?…Can i have more apples.” (I am convinced Ryuk didn’t kill Light just because he wanted apples.)
Anonymous Requested: Hi! Can you do a Mike Wheeler imagine? One where the reader is Will’s twin or Steve’s little sister and she gets injured while protecting him (mike) and he gets annoyed with her because he likes her and doesn’t want her hurt and they fight and they both spill their feelings for one another? And everyone else is like “finally” thanks!
Pairing: Mike x Harrington!Reader
“He could’ve killed you!” Mike yelled, his voice echoing over the commotion of everything. You sighed heavily in response, helping haul your brother in the back of Billy’s car. “Do you not realize that? Are you really that dumb?” He asked, huffing once Steve’s weight was off of him.
You turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest in annoyance, briefly glancing at Dustin who was quickly trying to make his way over to you all. “Are you kidding me, Mike?”
Said boy narrowed his eyes, his face growing red with frustration. “Does it look like I am?”
“Get in the car!” Max screamed, interrupting whatever you’d been about to say as Lucas slipped into the front seat. Dustin walked in past you, crawling in next to your brother and you reluctantly followed, Mike setting himself beside you. At that moment you didn’t care that you were literally about to go underground into tunnels, into the Upside Down, all that mattered was that Mike was yelling at you for saving him.
You crossed your arms over your chest, avoiding Mike’s eye as you pouted. The car was eerily quiet and you could feel everyones eyes on you and Mike, which was only making you more uncomfortable. And just when you’d thought you’d be able to calm down, think through your thoughts, Mike spoke;
“Do you even know how much danger you put yourself in?” Mike asked again, and you ignored him, not glancing his way. You felt his hand grasp your arm, causing you to turn to him in alarm as he pulled down the sleeve of your sweater to reveal the bruises that Billy had placed on you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Max’s face fall with guilt but brushed it off, you’d already said plenty of times you didn’t blame her for her brother’s actions.
Instead you turned to Mike, “he was beating the shit out of my brother!”
Mike faltered for a second, knowing you were right but he’d just been so concerned about you. He couldn’t think straight when he saw Billy suddenly turn to you, his face void of emotion which made him even more scary looking, and then he’d grabbed your arm and pulled you down. Mike blanked the moment out, hating the sight of you being hurt.
Letting out a deep breath, Mike shook his head; “we had it under control.”
Your mouth fell open; “you- you had it under control?” You asked incredulously. “Really, because it seemed to me he was about to literally punch the living day lights out of you, oh and that’s right, right after he’d just finished breaking my brother’s face!”
“She’s kinda right.” Lucas mumbled and you nodded.
“Yeah, Y/N was pretty badass.”
“Exactly.” You nodded, but then your eye caught Mike’s and you finally saw how truly concerned he was. You hadn’t seen him like that since Eleven disappeared, and you knew that he was only truly letting his aggression out like this because he didn’t want to lose another friend. “Mike..” You mumbled, moving your hand so it now grasped his.
“I can’t lose you.” Mike mumbled, shocking everyone as you fell still. “Not you.”
“I-I-” You never got to finish your sentence as Mike suddenly glanced up at you, grasp your chin and pulled you forward, connecting your lips. You gasped, shocked by the move, but before you could even respond, Mike pulled away. His face was flushed as he grasped your hand, squeezing. Biting your lip, you let a soft smile slip over your features, staring into Mike’s eyes.