okay back to duties



And because I really want everyone to be happy:

And also:

And of course:

(This totally works because in Marvel-verse, it only takes an hour to cross the Atlantic)

Here’s the previous Birthday Comics:

Other Cap3 fixit comics: FYOOSH and Clint solves everything, and Bucky hanging around with one arm

And as usual, you can find a lot of similar junk in my master post.  Or just clicking the mine tag.

Many apologies for the shitty drawing of T’Challa.  The king deserves better.

anonymous asked:

Hey can please request the strip poker one with Bellamy and Clarke? Love your writing by the way!

Thanks nonny!  Hope you felt like some s1 UST.

“Bellamy, we need to talk about the patrols,” Clarke said as she ducked into his tent. 

Bellamy was sitting cross legged on his pile of furs, playing solitaire.  “What’s wrong with the patrols?” he asked without looking up.

 Clarke tipped her head to the side.  “Where’d you get those?”

 “Confiscated it,” he said and moved one chain of cards to a new spot.  Clarke clucked her tongue and he sighed.  “Some of the kids were playing cards instead of doing guard duty, okay?  I’ll give it back when they’ve learned their lesson about paying attention.”

 Clarke sat down heavily across from him.  “We have to pare back the patrols,” she said, and finally his head snapped up.

 “Absolutely not.”


 “Those patrols are the only thing keeping us alive,” he growled, and Clarke bit back an irritated noise.

 “And we’ll starve to death this winter if we don’t send out more hunters.”

 Bellamy met her gaze evenly.  A muscle in his jaw fluttered and Clarke pressed her lips into a thin line.  “Play you for it,” he said.

 Clarke rolled her eyes.  “This is a matter of life and death,” she pointed out.

 “Isn’t everything down here?” he asked and her lips twitched into a smile against her better judgement.

 “What’s the game?” she asked and shrugged out of her jacket.

 Bellamy scooped the cards into his hands and started to shuffle.  “Poker?”

 “What are the stakes?”

 He looked around his tent critically, stalling, and shrugged.  “I got nothing, princess,” he said, slightly abashed.

 “You’ve got what you’re wearing,” she said.  “Strip poker.  First one naked loses.”

 Bellamy’s eyes grew comically wide.  “You’re kidding.”

 “I’m not,” she said, drumming her fingers on her thigh impatiently.  “It’s a solution, so unless you have any better ideas, let’s get on with it.”  She felt a little awkward thanks to his reaction— she’d seen his rotating roster of companions and had assumed he wouldn’t bat an eyelash.  But he was acting rather scandalized and Clarke was never quite sure how to react when she’d crossed a line.  So she pretended like she was bored and that seemed to do the trick.

 “Miller!” Bellamy yelled and Miller poked his head in.  “Nobody comes in unless it’s an emergency,” Bellamy ordered.  Miller grinned knowingly and Clarke kept her chin up.  It’d probably go through the camp like wildfire but she’d deal with that later.  Besides, she couldn’t chicken out now.

 Miller left and Bellamy cast her a searching look.  “You sure?”

 Clarke squared her shoulders.  “I’m in.  You?”

 “I’m in,” he said.  He started picking at the laces of his shoes and she raised her eyebrows in question. “You took your jacket off,” he said with a crooked smile.  “Fair’s fair.”

Clarke bit her lip to keep from smiling back and started to deal.  Bellamy lost the first hand and peeled off his socks, and then on the second hand Clarke laid her cards down with a smirk and off came his shirt.

Concentrating got harder after that.  She kept flicking her eyes up, taking in the breadth of his shoulders in the firelight.  She’d seen him shirtless around camp before but this felt different, more charged.  Bellamy caught her looking but he didn’t say anything, just discarded part of his hand and drew two more cards.

 Clarke wasn’t sure if she was relieved or annoyed when she lost that hand.  She pulled her shirt off without a second thought and felt his gaze on her skin.  It wasn’t an unwelcome feeling and she found herself wishing he would say something to break the tension that was ratcheting ever higher.  But he just waited for her to deal the next hand.

 Her nerves were getting to her.  She lost again, and stood to peel off her leggings.  Bellamy’s eyes dwelt on her legs and he swallowed thickly.  She sat down, one leg tucked in and the other stretched out towards him. Bellamy’s hand came to rest on her ankle.

 She looked up and he licked his lips.  His fingers curled around the bone, delicate and gentle.  “Clarke,” he breathed, so quietly she wondered if she imagined it.  His hand was warm and steady and sent sparks spiraling up her calf.

 “I know you said it only in an emergency but I think we’ve got one out here,” Miller called, and the moment broke.  

 They both scrambled up and started searching for their clothes.  “On my way,” Bellamy yelled back and stuffed his feet back into his shoes.  He charged out of the tent without a second look, leaving her alone with her pounding heart.

anonymous asked:

“the fuck? who are you?” and “just… come back alive, okay?” with peter! :)

this is really cheesy omg im not sorry

The hazy light of the TV screen lit up your bedroom. It was late at night, and the only thing stopping you from falling asleep was the noise of Arrested Development playing in the background. 

You slid out of bed, rubbing a hand against your sleepy face as you walked across the room to turn off the TV. You stood on your tippy toes, pressing the power button until the screen turned black. Content with the silence, you turned around and trudged back to bed. But just as you were about to crawl in, there was a knock at your window.

“What the..?” you mumbled to yourself, padding over to source of the noise. You pulled open your curtain, a steady stream of moonlight filling up your room. There was a figure sitting on your roof, and your groggy mind couldn’t comprehend who it was. You pushed open the window, sticking your head as you spoke, “The fuck? Who are you?” you asked, squinting at the form.

He turned around, his masked face hiding his annoyed facial expression, “Seriously (Y/N)? I could have been a robber and that was your reaction? ‘The fuck? Who are you?’”

“Peter?” you questioned, watching as he climbed across the roof.

“The one and only,” he smirked, perching himself in front of you and peeling off part of his mask.

You stepped out of the way, letting him crawl into your room. He hopped onto your floor, completely pulling off his red mask.

“Were you sleeping?” he asked, looking around your dark room.

“I was about to,” you shrugged.

“Aw, I’m sorry for walking you,” he apologized, walking over to you and pressing a kiss against your forehead.

“’tis okay,” you mumbled, burying your face into his suit. “Why are you here?”

“Thought I’d come visit my girl before I put some suckers in jail,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you.

“Thats my boy,” you laughed, letting go of him and poking his nose. 

“I dont have much time, but maybe we can watch a quick episode of Arrested Development before I leave?”

You nodded, walking back to your bed as he went and turned on the TV. You sat on the bed, waiting for Peter to come.

“This episode is hilarious,” he commented, sitting down next to you. He laid back on your pillow, pulling you down with him so you rested comfortable on his chest.

“You know, for spandex this suit is pretty comfy,” you giggled.

“You can thank Mr. Stark for that, he hooked me up with this,” Peter proudly stated.

The both of you quietly watched TV for the next half an hour; you cuddled up against Peter’s chest as he intently watched the show, laughing every now and then at some joke. Your eyelids became heavy, and you felt yourself slowly drift off to sleep.

There was a dip in the bed, and the weight of Peters body was no longer present.

“Peter?” you sleepily asked, opening up one eye, “Where are you going?”

He stopped in the middle of your room, slowly turning around. “I was hoping not to wake you.”

“Spider-Man duties?”

“Yeah, Spider-Man duties.”

“Okay,” you quietly responded, “Just…come back alive, okay?”

Peter smiled, swiftly walking back to the bed. he gave you a quick kiss, his forehead against yours as he spoke, “Always.”

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New Beginnings {35}

Jared x Reader

Warnings: Swearing?

Words: 2,386

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21,  22, 23, 24, 25,26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34

Didn’t get the chance to proof read guys. It’s late and I’m exhausted.

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5SOS Preference : He Leaves For Tour For First Time After Baby Is Born

Calum: You sat on the bed with your two month old son while Calum finished packing his bag for tour, and you could tell he was struggling to do so. “Calum, we’ll be okay here, you know.” He stopped packing and turned his back to he packed bag and smiling at you and your son. “I know, i just don’t want to leave you guys. I’m afraid that if i leave, i’m going to miss so much of him growing up.” “Calum.” you say softly, standing up and passing your son over to Calum. “You’re only going to be gone a month, he’s not going to grow very much in a month, if anything happens i’ll call you on skype and you’ll be able to see it for yourself, he’ll be okay, i’ll be okay, you don’t have to worry.” Calum sighed and kissed his son’s forehead. “You take care of your mommy when i’m gone, you’re the man of the house.” You giggle. “He won’t let anything happen to me, Cal, we’ll be okay, i promise you.”

Luke: The drive over to the airport, was absolutely silent. You drove while Luke sat in the passenger seat, every so often he’d glance over at you and then back to your five month old daughter, Emma. “You don’t want to leave do you?” you ask finding a parking spot at the airport and Luke sighed. “I do but i don’t. I want to tour, but i don’t want to leave you guys. I like being a dad and i can’t exactly be a dad when i’m on a different continent. You put your hand on Luke’s thigh. "Look, we’re still going to be here and i’ll make sure that she sees her daddy all the time, just skype us, Luke.” Your daughter then began crying and Luke groaned and you sighed. “You’ll be okay if i call you at three in the morning to sing her to sleep, right?”

Michael: “We’ll be able to visit you, Michael.” You say as he had a few stray tears fall down his face at the thought of leaving his two week old baby girl. He bounced her gently in his arms and gave you a weak smile. “No, you can’t. You know what the doctor said. I’ll be home in a few weeks, won’t be gone long, but it’s going to be long enough.” “Michael.” You say and he looks up at you. “At my check up yesterday the doctor said i would be good to go on a plane in about a week. So i’ll be able to visit you with her. We’ll be able to visit you in just over a week, it won’t be long and then we’ll be able to come back home from the tour as a family, okay?” He nodded and passed your daughter back into your arms and firmly held you and planted a kiss on your forehead before stroking her hair and turning for the door. “Call me if anything happens, okay?” You smile and let your hand fall after touching his arm. “Okay, have fun, see you soon.”

Ashton: Ashton laid his son back in his crib before taking a deep breath and walking back to your dark bedroom where you slept. He knelt by your side of the bed and gently shook you awake. “What time is it?” you ask and he sighs. “Time for me to head to the airport, the guys will be here soon to get me.” You nod and sit up carefully with his help as you had just had a c-section and you were still in pain. “I’m sorry i was only able to be here for his first night at home, i promise i’ll make it up to you later.” You kiss him. “Don’t worry, your mom and siblings are gonna stay here until you get back to take care of us. Do you mind bringing him in here before you leave though?” He nodded and got your son, bringing him back and placing him in your arms. “I’m going to miss you guys.” “We’re going to miss you too. Have fun, okay, don’t worry too much, have fun, enjoy it.” “You be careful then, okay? I’m on diaper duty when i get back, okay?” You giggle. “I’ll make sure he leaves the nastiest for you.” Ashton smirked as a car horn honked outside and then his smile faded. “See you soon?” You nod and kiss him again. “Call me when you land.” “Of course, bye. Love you both so much!” “Love you too, Ash!”

anonymous asked:

If they were late to like their daughters dance recitals or something and how they would comfort their kid aw

gonna do michael bc i don’t have a lot of michael imagines

“daddy promised he’d be here.” your four-year old daughter stomped her foot backstage at her preschool. she pouted in her little fairy outfit that she had to wear for her school’s performance of peter pan. she was tinkerbell. “i know, honey, he’ll be here. he wouldn’t miss it.” you knelt down in front of her and kissed her cheek. “i’ll be in the front row. good luck, sweet pea.” you murmured to her. she was still upset about michael not making it there early and you guessed you couldn’t blame her. this was the first school function he’d ever promised to go to because he definitely couldn’t have made any of the other ones due to touring and other performances that he couldn’t get out of. you took your seat in the front row and looked at the empty chair next to you, sighing because this would probably be another thing that michael missed and you’d have to deal with a crying girl later that evening. the first half-hour passed and your daughter was upset because her daddy still hadn’t showed. they were taking a break from the play to change the kids into their next costumes. the teacher was trying her best to calm her down, but you knew she wouldn’t until michael showed up. “dammit, michael.” you whispered to yourself, digging in your purse for your phone to call him when he slid into the chair next to you, placing a kiss on your cheek. “sorry, i’m late, rehearsal ran long. what’d i miss?” he asked, taking your hand in his. “your daughter crying on stage because her daddy didn’t show up on time. she’s so upset, michael.” you explained to him. “okay, daddy duty calls. i’ll be right back.” he got up from the chair again and jogged backstage. he waded through the many kids that stood around complaining about having to use the bathroom and that they were tired and wanted to go home. michael looked around for a little blonde girl that still dawned a fairy outfit with tears in her eyes. his heart lurched for her, sneaking up behind her to pick her up and place her on his shoulders. she giggled the whole way up, knowing right away who it was. her daddy was the only person she knew that still had red highlights in his hair. “daddy!” she screeched. michael chuckled and pulled her down from his shoulders to sit on his hip. “hi there princess. sorry i’m late. you forgive me?” he asked. her tiny arms wrapped around his neck. “i couldn’t be mad at you, daddy.” michael laughed and leaned in to kiss her cheek and she started laughing because her daddy’s scruff was tickling her face. michael returned to the front row to sit with you when the teachers announced that the next part would be starting soon. “all good?” you asked. “all good.” michael confirmed. when your girl saw you and her daddy from the stage, she was all smiles and she couldn’t stop waving at michael. she was so proud that he was there.