only she would get this

all jokes aside though bts worked really hard to get to where they are today they weren’t just some ‘viral sensation’ that gained fame overnight they don’t owe their popularity purely to youtube (or any website for that matter) they worked their asses off day and night and gave up a lot to do so so the fact that that woman had the audacity to say anything of the sort is just plain rude and frankly very disrespectful 

Friendly Reminder

that while you can make jokes about Feyre manipulating Lucien in ACOWAR by using his mating bond with Elain, that will not make him change. It will make him worse. His condition will get worse as the female he saw as a friend, manipulates him again and again. Just as Tamlin did to him.  


iris + ladies (5/?)

  • Me, accidentally finding LGBTQ+ books: yess my gaydar's getting so good now
  • Also me: *crushes on straight girls year after year*

Asphodel and Nightshade

My interpretation of Hannibal and Will as Hades and Persephone, Alphonse Mucha style. Originally planned for the @hannibalcreative​ HannibalOdyssey event, but I’m way past deadline since this turned out to be a LOT more complicated/detailled than I’d originally planned.

If you’re interested in the symbolism of this piece, check it out under the cut!

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anonymous asked:

TFP, Team Prime getting their first awesome hug, in their holoform, from reader~ I have a mighty need for hugs, and I want them to feel the awesomeness of hugs ♡

Same here!!!  I love holomatter hugs!!!  <3 <3 <3

Optimus Prime:  To be completely honest, he doesn’t really get the appeal of hugs, but he does know how important they are to humans.  He considers it an honor that you put your trust in him so completely and consider him to be one of your closest friends.  It probably won’t do a thing for him, he decides, but if it will make you happy he’s more than willing to let you give him a hug.  The minute you wrap your arms around him though, he goes stiff.  You look up in confusion to see him standing stock still and gazing down at you wide-eyed, with a faint, red flush creeping over his face.  “Is anything wrong?” you ask with a trace of worry.  His voice is uncharacteristically tight as he manages a strangled “no…”

Ratchet:  It’s best if you give him a spontaneous, spur of the moment hug in his holomatter form, as he probably wouldn’t break out his avatar just for a hug.  He’s surprised and more than a little flustered when you wrap your arms around him, but he doesn’t do anything besides let out a muffled, half-hearted grumble under his breath.  He’s not really one for openly showing affection, but he has to admit that it’s… rather nice.  Just don’t ever do that when he’s working.  He gradually warms up to the idea as time passes, however.  On those particularly rare occasions when he’s in a good mood, he’ll actually seek you out to spin you around in a hug while laughing warmly. (If he’s feeling extra bold, he’ll even sneak in a kiss while he does it.  It makes him chuckle to see you blush.)  

Bumblebee:  He’s over the moon if you mention that you’d like to give him a hug in his holomatter form!  In fact, he’s been going over in his head for weeks the best way to broach the idea himself. He’s a bit nervous at first, truth be told, rocking on his heels and fidgeting with his hands, but that all falls away the instant you put your arms around him.  It’s like he hears choirs of angels singing in his head.  He blushes and buries his head into your shoulder with repressed chuckles.  He can’t get enough of how good you smell.  He’s never been able to pick up on it before, but it’s absolutely intoxicating. He’s definitely going to try and make this a regular thing.

Arcee:  She teases you lightly about it when you bring up the idea, but she also knows just how affectionate you are (it’s one of her favorite things about you.)  She’s a bit caught off guard by the embrace at first, but slowly relaxes into it with a soft smile.  There are only about a handful of people in the entire galaxy that can get her to smile like that.  Arcee decides that these holomatter hugs, as you call them, aren’t half bad.  She likes that she’s able to let her guard down around you (and the fact that you’re so soft and pretty doesn’t hurt either.)

Bulkhead:  He’s thrilled when you suggest the idea.  He’s a very affectionate by nature, and this way he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally crushing you (even if he’s still quite a bit larger than you in holomatter form.)  He picks you up and swingings you around while laughing boisterously.  This is the best he’s felt in weeks!  And, wow!  You’re so soft!  He had no idea skin on skin contact could feel this good.  From then on, he’ll always try to initiate affection with you in his holomatter avatar – anything from a playful head rub to a gentle hand on your shoulder (though his favorites will always be big, bear hugs.)

Wheeljack:  He’s no stranger to your affections, but he doesn’t really see the point of bringing his holomatter avatar into the mix.  (If he’s honest with himself, he likes the fact that he’s big enough to scoop you up in his hands when you want a hug.)  He’s not gonna say no to you however, so if you really want to hug him in his holomatter form, he’ll let you hug him.  Before you do however, he takes a moment to appreciate you from this new angle. (He always knew you were pretty, but he’s never really gotten a good look at your feature before.  Maybe this holomatter thing isn’t half bad.)  His form fits against yours like it was made for this.  He likes to wrap his arms around you and pull you tightly against his chest while he places soft kisses on top of your head.

Smokescreen:  He’s a bit skeptical of the idea at first.  He’s never actually used a holomatter avatar before.  He’s used to you hugging him all the time in robot mode, but the idea of being relatively the same size as you weirds him out a bit. (Not that he thinks you’re weird or anything!  He thinks you’re a perfectly acceptable size for your species!  That is, um…)  After a bit of convincing, he somewhat grudgingly pulls out his holomatter form. He’s already a bit embarrassed, but if you tell him how handsome he looks like this, he’ll practically die on the spot.  All of his doubts and worries melt away however, the minute you hold him.  You can feel something pulsing rapidly inside his chest as his skin begins to heat up far more than normal.  (Oh, no!  They’re even cuter up close!)  If you put your head on his shoulder (or worse, kiss him) his entire form dissipates in a flash of static and he has to practically flee the base in order to cool down.

Ultra Magnus:  A… “hug”? He doesn’t understand.  What is a hug?  You smile playfully as you tell him that you can only show him if he uses his avatar.  He raises an optic ridge.  Normally he doesn’t allow anyone to give him orders, except for Optimus, but you seem so earnest and sincere (plus, he’d never say so out loud, but you happen to be his favorite out of all the humans.)  He looks at you expectantly once he pulls out his avatar, waiting for you to show him this strange Earth custom called a “hug”.  You grin as you place both your arms around him and nuzzle your face in his chest.  Ultra Magnus freezes and blushes up to his ears.  T-this is highly irregular!  He’s thrown people in the brig for less.  But then again, you aren’t exactly under his jurisdiction… plus you aren’t familiar with Cybertronian customs… and you are kind of cute…  Maybe he can let it go, just this once…












“what are you doing here?”

“we won’t leave you behind”




anonymous asked:

do you have anywhere specific you look online for fashion inspiration? every time I just browse pinterest or instagram like every single ~fall outfit idea~ is skinny jeans + earth toned boots + cardigan + scarf and I'm SO BORED.

YES I KNOW THAT LOOK, the white girl in fall look; it’s not a bad look, but it’s a very predictable look, and I totally understand wanting to move away from that. I too moved away from a look that wasn’t bad, yet was also literally and figuratively stifling. so, how do you find inspiration? 

what I do is follow individual style bloggers + and street style blogs/accounts. 99% of this takes place on instagram, so get ready to download the app. if you’re going to use pinterest, make sure to search “street style”, not “style”. street style is what you call photos that are taken at various fashion weeks, of models and influencers and designers and average people who wanted to dress up and see the shows. it’s a great way to eyeball trends and to find things you can mix and match for yourself. often you’ll see a person whose look you really like, and it only takes a reverse image search to find them on instagram. nine out of ten times they’ll have a style blog of their own. if that sounds like a lot of work, it is. so here are a few of my favorites to get you started:

street style on tumblr: my only stop is 15x20. it showcases a huge variety of trendy, inventive looks, all put together by people who want to be eyecatching. one of my absolute go-tos. I get the germ of most of my outfit ideas here.

style on instagram: @lookbook is a solid account. mostly it’s images tagged #lookbook by bloggers or would-be influencers, and they’re all real people, so a lot of times you can follow them back to their style pages. one issue is that they usually don’t give details of where to buy the items of clothing they wear. also skews a little younger. 

fashion bloggers I follow on instagram:

@daniellevanier: really inventive, takes risks, is a pioneer of “it doesn’t have to be fitted” imo, and has introduced me to one of my favorite brands ever, ASOS White. sporty, femme, she can do it all. love her. 

@lolitamas: bang on with trends, she always seems to know what’s coming in the new season. she does a bunch of lifestyle blogging too, but her fashion posts are what I’m there for. she’s very sweet, very feminine, and a lot of her looks nail high-fashion casual, which I appreciate the hell out of. 

@masha: does the coolest things with layers and sneakers, and she really brings a lot of texture to every outfit. she looks great all the time, which is probably a curse when you’re that pretty, but she pays it forward by religiously cross-linking her outfit posts so you can track down where she got what.

@mamacaxx: just the most bright and exciting wardrobe; she knows how to make one garment do a million different things. pretty sure she and I bought our lavender frilly shirt dresses on the same day. 

@hhasselhoff: I am smitten by her beauty all the time, and I’m so all over the silk boudoir look she always seems to have going. someday I’m going to find out how she, someone with similar proportions to me, is able to hide her bra straps in all those satin dresses. 

@nicolettemason: femme, queer, and constantly doing awesome things with patterns. this was an immediate must-follow from me, and she’s just come out with a really trendy plus-size clothing line called premme, if any of you ladies out there are interested.

@asos_debbie: SHE KNOWS COLOR THEORY, and knocks it out of the park every time. she’s a buyer and stylist for asos, so she also has the inside scoop on new items that are dropping. also, incredible shoes, always. 

@aspensdottir: I just started following her, and it was the best decision I’ve made all week (and not just because she immediately liked every picture of my cats that I’ve ever posted). she’s incredibly inventive, and recycles various items of clothing in the most refreshing way. I’ve actually tossed a few things in some shopping carts because of her, and even though she’s half my size, the outfits she puts together are super adaptable to anyone. a++

the more you poke around instagram, the more you’ll find new bloggers that appeal to you specifically! it took me about a year to round up the 250 fashion accounts I follow, but it was worth it. now whenever I lack inspiration, I grab my phone and start seeing what clicks for me. good luck! 


Love this moment. 

It’s almost like she knows J is in that helicopter coming to get her and she’s looking at the Squad thinking, “Yeah, you and I can handle them easy.” 

This little moment subtly reminds the audience that they are a team and that Harley is only there to get back with her puddin. Really does show what Harley is willing do to, willing to betray, to get back to Mistah J. 



Deadly Sins- Lust & Desperation

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary:Peter takes the Reader in the shower after a training session ;)

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault from Lust & Wrath.. I know people handle sexual assault differently so just know this is how the Reader handled it and she’s just one tough bitch not gonna let no man destroy her life when she has an awesome man AKA PETER. Swearing cause Tom swears IRL and I do too, SEX BABYYY LETS GET HOT AND… STEAMYYYY

Word Count: 3,000+

A/N: I WILL BE ADDING EMOTIONS TO THESE FICS. THESE EMOTIONS/FEELINGS ARE WHAT THE READERS OR CHARACTERS EXPERIENCE. JUST WANT TO THROW THAT OUT THERE :,) Pls don’t get mad at me /.\ Ps. go check out my friend’s blog @daddytom2013 give her some love for me (,:


Deadly Sins- Envy & Wrath , Deadly Sins-Lust & Wrath

[Peter’s POV]

Peter you have training with Steve and Sam in ten minutes, you need to hurry to the training room” Karen’s voice fills the air of your bedroom. Crap I’m running late, I just got back from our spot with fresh flowers for the kitchen table. I picked a rose especially for my girl.

“I will be there shortly Karen, thank you” I reply fixing my black joggers on my waist. Pulling my shirt on followed by my hat putting it on backwards. I wore hats that way to keep my curls out of my face while I worked out. Looking over at our bed my girl laid there like she has for the past three months. Crying herself to sleep, having night terrors and crying during the day. The only time she would get up to move was to shower,eat or work in her lab. Then whenever she was done she would go right back to bed without a word.

“Angel, I won’t be back for a few hours then I’ll come back after, are you going to be okay?” I ask kneeling near the bed. I rub her cheek with my thumb. A tear falls down her cheek making my hand wet. Quickly I wipe away the others that fall giving her forehead a quick kiss. She sniffles causing a pain to happen in my chest. I hate seeing her like this for so long. No one can tell her what to do because they didn’t experience what she did that awful night.

“You don’t have to pity me Peter, it’s been three months since that night” she whispers pulling the blankets closer to her chest. Shock plastered on my facial features. This was the first time she spoke to me since then. Her voice sounded like music to my ears.

“Pity you? You’re my girlfriend, the love of my life.. you got assaulted and I saw it with my own eyes..” my voice rising a bit. How could she think you pity her? You love her more than life itself. She is what I think about when I wake up and before I go to bed.

“I haven’t let you sleep with me since then.. you’re probably tired of me now, I’m used” her voice breaks as she turns her back to you. A sob comes from her shaking covered body. Wanting so badly to pull her into your chest but she doesn’t let me do that much anymore without getting stiff or flinching. It’s been so hard when she distanced herself from me.

“You’re everything to me Angel.. I wish you would let me show how much of a rare gem you are, even if not I would wait as long as I needed to” Placing one more kiss to the back of her head I place a rose on the nightstand beside our bed. Heading out of the room I tell Karen to play some Halsey for her while I’m away. Karen wishes me luck with training before playing the playlist.



“Peter focus!” my eyes snap to the voice seeing Steve and Sam looking at me. Steve looked concerned and Sam was waving his hands around. Thankfully Tony wasn’t here or he would make the training hell.

“I-I’m okay guys sorry, what’s next?” I ask re wrapping my hands,the wrap was starting to get loose. Steve and Sam look at each other almost having a silent conversation but with their eyes.Sam walks over placing a hand on my shoulder pausing before he speaks.

“I know this is still a tough subject but I want you to punch this bag as many times you can.. Imagine it was that man” I grit my teeth nodding at his request. He pats my back urging me to start. I charge at the bag jabbing it hard imagining the man’s face. Minutes go by as I continue to hit the punching bag. My breathing getting heavy as I kept going. The only thing that kept me going was my girl, my sweet sweet angel.

“C’mon Peter harder c’mon man you got this” Sam cheers next to Steve. You could feel Steve’s stare boring into your skin only making you push harder. Fists slamming into the bag at a faster pace,feeling every muscle engaging to it’s full capacity. Grunts falling past my lips feeling the pain spread through my arms.

Letting out a scream I punch it so hard it snaps off the chain flying towards the wall. Colliding into the wall it hits the floor with a thud. My chest heaving up and down as I collapse to the ground. A feeling grows in my chest, it was regret. If only I had stayed with her maybe she wouldn’t of have been targeted. If only I was quicker maybe I could have stopped him from raping her. All the what ifs filled my mind as I tried controlling my breathing.

“Let me get another bag, I’ll be back” Steve says heading to the spare room. Sam walks over sitting down next to me. Him and Bucky normally picked on you but there were moments where he felt like an older brother. Tony could barely talk to you because he was still upset the situation happened over the men wanting supplies from his corporation. He feels more to blame than how I feel of not getting there in time.

“Peter, man you know I didn’t mean to make you upset… we just need you working to your fullest potential. This is a hard time for you,Tony and your angel.. how’s she doing ?” He asks rubbing my back a sympathetic look on his face.

“Not good.. She told me today she thought I’m tired of her just because we haven’t had sex since the incident.. She feels used because of that fucking bastard.. Today was the first time she talked to me since then” my hands running through my hair. I hated to cry but it felt so good as the tears fell. Sam patted my back as the tears fell onto the matted flooring.

“You are her world Peter, it’s natural for a woman to feel like that.. She’s yours and she felt like someone took that part of her away and that you probably don’t want a woman who was taken that way.. You just need to show her that even after the months of silence you’re still her one and only.” He gives me a smile lifting his goggles to his forehead. Helping me up from the ground I pull him into a hug.

“T-thank you Sam” I whisper as he squeezes me tightly before letting go. Steve comes back in carrying two punching bags. Letting them down with a thud he preps a new chain for the new bag.

“Now that we have you where we want you, let’s do more boxing then take it into combat practice mode, cool?” He grins in your direction.

“If I get to kick your ass then hell yeah” Laughing as I punch my right hand into my left palm.

“There’s the Parker I know” Steve smiles making Sam chuckle.


[Reader’s POV]

“Babe I’m back” you hear Peter’s voice fill your apartment. You were currently looking at yourself in the mirror. The redness in your cheeks from crying, you looked like a damn mess. Holding your rose that Peter gave you earlier in your shaking hands.

You couldn’t even respond like you used to. Your body felt numb and your voice non existent.

“Angel.. Please look at me” his voice begs as his finger tilts your chin in his direction.Opening your eyes you looked at Peter whose eyes looked pained. His normally happy self seemed so melancholy.

“Babygirl, please say something.. It felt so good to hear the sound of your voice today.. I love the sound of it and you talking to me..” His arms slowly wrapping around your body. They pulled you close to him,feeling his warmth engulfing you. You’ve missed this. Yet you felt better by yourself the past three months.

“I-I’m sorry Peter.. You’ve been trying to talk to me and I hate that I couldn’t talk to you I just feel like my whole body is numb.. I’ve m-missed you so much and I loved all the flowers you gave me everyday” my voice feeling like it was jumbled as tears started forming. His lips pressed against your head. The feeling so comforting and soothing. It was hard the few months you distanced yourself from him.

“I missed you more Angel, I can’t believe you thought I would leave you after that… you aren’t used cause you’re my girl no matter what happens.” He places his hands on your cheeks. The warmth of his hands making you close your eyes. Tilting your head into his palms sighing, you felt safe.

“Promise me you’ll never leave me” I whisper holding onto him tighter. I could feel his muscles through his shirt. The definition of his muscles was clear as your hands slid down his back.

“I will never leave you,like I said you’re everything to me” Lips press against yours, the feeling hitting you like a bag of bricks. You needed him more than you thought. The intense feeling waking up your whole body. Pulling his shirt as he deepens the kiss. It wasn’t forceful but it was full of love. The kiss reminding you that Peter is there for you through thick and thin. Even after these months went by he never changed.

“God you need a shower” you laugh as your nose scrunches up. You trying to pull away only to be pulled back to his body.

“Well after you hugging me now you do too, c’mon let’s save water” He winks pulling you towards the master bathroom. It felt so good to have his hand in mine. Following behind him he heads to the touch screen next to the shower.

 Peter touches the buttons to get the temperature and water pressure right. Lifting his shirt off slowly he throws it to the floor. My eyes looking at the muscles move when he made movements. The way his joggers hung dangerously low on his hips. Looking at the V muscle showing making me want to kiss my way down. The sight made me want to do so many things. He is like a sexual piece of art that you can look at.

“C’mon angel let’s get you undressed” his hands find your waist lifting his shirt you had on. Peter tossed your shirt into a pile. You weren’t wearing a bra so your breasts were exposed. Feeling his lips ghost over your skin. Placing kisses slowly down your body.  He unties the string on your shorts slipping them down along with your panties. Kisses placed on your hips before he slowly stood back up.

“Peter, p-please” I gasp out at the feeling of his lips kissing up to the shell of your ear. You were desperate with need. Your arms snaked around his neck,hands getting lost in his curls. He pulled down his joggers stepping out of them. His lips still sucking and biting the skin of your neck.

“I’ve missed you so much” Peter’s voice sounded so pained,you hated that you caused him pain.He swiftly lifts you up heading towards the walk in shower. Music still playing in the background as he carried you in. Your eyes were taking in his features, you haven’t looked at him like this in what seemed like forever. The intimate eye contact made your heart flutter.

“I-I’m sorry P-”

“You have nothing to be sorry about Angel..” Your back is pressed against the tile wall. He sets you down so you’re standing in front of him.  Peter’s lips left a trail of hot kisses from your neck down between your breasts. Your hand going to his curls trying to hold onto something else besides the wall. The look in his eyes as he made his way down made your heart pound harder. How he was kissing your skin seemed like he was trying to kiss away all the pain you had for that span of time.

His fingers ghosting their way down from your breasts. Fingertips sliding down your skin to your hips. The pads of his thumbs rubbed soothing circles on your hips making you twitch under his touch. Lifting your left leg he places it over his shoulder. Light kisses being placed from the top of your inner thigh slowly going down.

His teeth nip at your skin causing a moan to come out. You loved it when he was like this but it was also torture waiting in anticipation. His hands gripped your thigh tighter as he got closer to your core. Peter’s right hand kept your hips still so you wouldn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly but he kept you standing. His tongue licks your core slowly while still looking up at you. A whimper comes out as he flicks his tongue on your clit.

Hands tighten in his hair as he keeps eye contact with you. The steam in the shower making it slightly harder to breathe. Your hips moving as you grinded against his tongue. He slowly inserts a finger in pumping slowly in and out of you. Another followed shortly after making you moan his name out repeatedly. His fingers curling inside sent a wave of pleasure washing over you. Peter hit-s your g-spot making your fingers grip his curls more.

“P-lease… make love to me Peter. I c-can’t wait anymore” you gasp out with tears in your eyes. He gives one last kiss to your clit withdrawing his fingers from you. Standing he looks down at you eyes dark with arousal.

The water hitting Peter made his curls drip with water. Watching as droplets slide down his fit body made you bite your lip.He lets your left leg down. Your right leg held now in the crook of his left arm. He takes his cock rubbing it up and down your slit slowly. The action making you pant even more in the heated shower.

Looking down you watch as his cock slides into you. A groan slips out of Peter’s lips as he enters you. Your right hand gripping his shoulder from the pleasure that sparked inside you. His right hand cups your cheek gently as his thrusts go deep and slow.

“Fuck.. K-keep your eyes on me Angel..” your eyes fluttered open, his gaze trapping yours. Moans slip out as your back hits the wall a bit the pain and pleasure starting to mix together.

“Pe-Peter” I whimper as his thrusts start getting faster. Grunts escaped his lips as his pelvis smacked against yours. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you felt so good after so long of not having anything.

“God you feel so good,you’re my girl,my one and only” he whispers resting his right forearm against the wall. My hand slides down from his hair and goes down to stay at his chest.  I could feel his heartbeat against my palm.

“Please know I will never abandon you, I’m here for you through thick and thin.. Whatever comes our way we can get through it together” Peter presses kisses on your jaw heading down to your bruised neck.

“I-I love you Peter” I gasp out when I feel his thumb rubbing fast circles against my clit. Your thighs start to shake as pleasure fills your entire body. Puffs of air escaped you as you could feel the edge coming quickly.

“I love you more Angel, m-more than you can imagine” he groans as his thrusts start become sloppier.His hands grasp your hips pulling you against him the same time he thrusts causing himself to go deeper. The sound of both of your moans filled the bathroom air echoing off the tile walls. Looking to the side the whole master bathroom was filled with steam from the hot water that pelted against both of your bodies.

“I’m gonna c-cum” I moan tilting my head back. His lips attached onto the base of my neck. The feeling of him sucking, and biting left you breathless. Reaching down I start rubbing my clit earning a moan from Peter. The pleasure taking over my body as I came hard. Holding onto Peter for dear life as he came after my release. His lips press onto mine in a desperate kiss pulling my body flush against his.

“I can’t feel my legs” I breathe out holding onto Peter.

“Peter, Mr. Stark tried shutting down your Do Not Disturb Protocol because he needs to- uh oh he broke into the apartment” Karen’s voice sounds scared.

“He broke in?!” I shout trying to stand only to slip and fall hard on the floor.

“Fuck this isn’t good” Peter scrambles rushing towards the screen turning off the shower. This situation could only get worse from here.

“Peter we have to talk this instant , what the hell is this Do Not Disturb Protocol abo-” The door slams open causing me to yelp out in fear at the sound of the door banging against the wall.

“Mr. Stark you have to get out!” Peter covers himself as I glared up at him trying to hide but there was no point.

“You’re sleeping with my daughter and keeping record in Karen’s system?! Wha-” Tony’s voice raises but he stops at what he’s about to say next.

DAUGHTER?” I ask in disbelief looking between the two of them. 

Peter still covering himself as he grabs our towels. Snatching the towel I cover myself up. Tony had his eyes covered  while the two of you put your towels on. You could barely stand from what you just went through but the adrenaline of the situation helped.

“Angel, I-” Peter grasps your wrist trying to pull you to him.

“What the hell Peter” ripping my hand out of his,I walk past Tony embarrassed as hell.

Grabbing a pair of clothes I go to our front door. It had a blasted hole into it near the handle. Changing in the extra bathroom I get inside Peter’s hoodie. Running out of the apartment and down the hall. Hearing snickers I saw Sam and Bucky in the hallway with grins. I give them a eat shit and die look before getting the elevator.


[Peter’s POV]

“What the hell Tony! Is that seriously the way you wanted to tell her that she’s your daughter” I spat at him earning a quick slap to the face.

“No it wasn’t , it slipped out..” He groans walking out of the bathroom.

“Well I’m going to change and if you care to JOIN me, you can explain everything so my girlfriend doesn’t HATE me.” I say pulling clothes out of the drawer.Throwing on my clothes quickly I mentally slap myself for the situation.

“Do I HAVE to.. ?” Tony says digging his shoe into the carpet.

“Tony, you’re GOING!” I snap pulling his sweater knowing exactly where she took off to.

I’ve been slowly rewatching Supergirl s1, and the most recent episode was ‘Manhunter’  now I really want a fic where Kara and Lucy weren’t able to save Alex.

For, whatever reason, Alex and J’onn were being transported separately.  Maybe it’s protocol to keep alien and human prisoners apart, maybe they wanted a stronger transport for J’onn.  Whatever.

Either way, when Kara and Lucy stop the transport, only J’onn is inside, and they have no idea where Alex is.

Well, they know she’s at Cadmus, but they now have no way to rescue her.

When J’onn goes on the run as a fugitive, it’s to find Alex, not Jeremiah.

Only, if he had succeed he would have found both, because as soon as Jeremiah learnt that Alex was being brought to Cadmus, he made sure she was working with him.

Maybe Jeremiah lies to Alex at first, letting her believe that he is still truly a prisoner, being forced to work.  Maybe he’s upfront and tells her that the work is for good and everything.

It doesn’t really matter which, because Alex refuses to work for Cadmus either way.

Until Jeremiah is convinced that Alex may need to be ‘persuaded’.

And Alex is brainwashed.

Alex is programmed to be a sleeper agent and sent back to the DEO.

Jeremiah pushes her - passed out, beat up, and emaciated - into Kara’s arms when he lets her and Mon-El go.

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dare - peter parker

Dare - ((Tom Holland)) Peter Parker x Reader | 3rd Person 

Prompt: What happens when (Y/N) can’t refuse a dare, and she takes it too far?

a/n: THIS IS MY LONGEST IMAGINE YET AND I’M SO HAPPY WITH IT!! also thank you for all the love on my last 3 imagines! and yes, the ladder part is based on the scenes in nerve!

(Y/N) didn’t know how her reputation came about. It started as a single dare, to which she completed. The one dare turned into five, five turned into 15, and eventually turned into 154 completed dares. Every dare she finished, one of her friends took a picture. (Y/N)’s wall was full of pictures, each with a date and dare name.

Now she was in the same situation. (Y/N) was sitting in a room with her friends, playing the infamous truth or dare. It came to her turn and obviously she chose dare. It didn’t come as a surprise, yet everyone cheered. (Y/N)’s friend smirked and ushered her out of the room. Once (Y/N) was gone, her friends begun to discuss the dare.

Every time (Y/N) was assigned a dare, it was her friends’ mission to make sure she couldn’t complete it. They called (Y/N) back in the room and one friend stood, beginning to announce the dare. “You, (Y/N) (Y/L), have to meet and take a picture with…” they paused, “Spiderman.”

(Y/N) felt her eyes widen, and looked over to her friend Peter, who stood with a slight fear in his eyes, though she couldn’t pinpoint what the fear was for exactly. Nonetheless, she had to manage to track down, meet, and take a picture with Spiderman. Spiderman was elusive. Even though she lived in New York, (Y/N) had only ever seen him once. She didn’t even know what to do.

“How much time do I have?” (Y/N) asked, feeling anxiety bubbling in her stomach.

“You have,” The friend turned around and asked everyone else, “5 days.”

“5 days!?” (Y/N) was beyond livid, “You are fucking joking!”

“Sorry (Y/N), I guess you can’t complete this dare.” They said, smirking.

It had been three days already, and (Y/N) was getting desperate. She tried to do some petty crimes like stealing, but Spiderman wouldn’t come unless it was an emergency. (Y/N) figured he had better things to do than try and stop a high schooler from stealing.

Day four. She had one day left. Her reputation was on the line. Not only her reputation was, it seemed like her life was. Everything she had was built on this persona of fearlessness and bravery. Her friends, the way she carried herself, her confidence, even her family knew. It was pretty silly, but it was true.

She thought back to a previous dare. (Y/N) had jumped across from the roof of her apartment complex to another building. That was the first, and only, time she had seen Spiderman. He was there and jumped down, thinking she had been trying to commit suicide. It was actually his web, which had pushed her to the other building, that had helped her complete that dare.

She called up everyone and told them to meet her at her apartment building. And to bring a ladder. Everyone soon came, and (Y/N) explained the plan. She went to the top of the apartment complex and took the ladder. With help from friends on the other side, they steadied the ladder so it was suspended between the two buildings.

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2.06, emma swan and snow white.

The war changed Molly’s perspective on what she wanted for her children. 

She no longer imagined them all in the same heteronormative life she had led herself. She loved them, and wanted nothing more in the wake of so much death and destruction than for the remaining six to come out of their respective traumas, standing tall and happy in whatever life they chose for themselves. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do 13 and 23?

#13 “i could kiss you right now!”

So, I’ve combined these requests to give you this. Sorry it took a little long. I’ve been pretty busy with school, but i finally got a bit of down time to write this out. Hope you like it, and thanks for the request :) xx

When Harry had called Y/N and asked her to meet him at a local cafe between their two flats just off campus, she figured it was just for a quick meet up like they usually did. So, she’d donned a jacket to protect against the biting cold of a late fall day in London and trekked her way the short walk from her flat to the warm shoppe.

Harry and Y/N had met their first year of uni during their very first class of the year, and they’d been pretty good mates ever since. It was the first time either of them had been in London for more than a day’s trip, both having been from other parts of England. Harry was from Holmes Chapel, a small village in Cheshire, and Y/N was from Malmesbury, a similarly small village in Wiltshire. They’d bonded over their humble upbringings and their similar tastes in music, as well as their love for baking. It also helped that they were both studying law and were in many of the same classes and made sure they were always together for any projects and study groups.

Three years in, they were thick as thieves, and they spent most of their free time together with the occasional added company of Niall, an Irishman whom Harry shared a flat with, and Y/N’s own flatmate, Penelope. Harry and Y/N remained the closest out of the bunch, though, and many mistook them for a couple, even though there’d never even been an inkling of anything other than platonic love in their friendship. They usually just laughed it off, and Y/N only really blushed when Penelope brought it up now. 

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  • Yoosung walked into their apartment to see papers scattered all over the table and an abandoned laptop
  • MC was laying on the couch sniffling into a cushion
  • He walked over and got down on his knees on her level
  • “Hey, I’m here. What’s wrong honey?”
  • He moved the hair stuck to her face from the streams of tears.
  • “I’m done, I can’t deal with the stress. I’ve been working on this project and the deadline is less than 48 hours and nothing is working.” She started to hyperventilate.
  • “Ok, I’m here. You’re here.” He took her hands and touched them to his face then hers and kept repeating until her chest was falling at a normal pace.
  • He stayed there stroking her hair until the tears subsided.
  • Whatever it would take to help her like she had done for him so many times before.
  • “Thanks Yoosung. I just had a breakdown and everything was crumbling… I’m sorry.” She kissed his hand in apology.
  • He kissed her hand in return. “You don’t need to say that. I want to be right here, with you.”
  • She nodded and thought she might cry again just from his words.
  • “Do you want to try looking at the papers again or take a nap on the couch watching YouTube.”
  • She sighed. “I should probably try again, but that second option is tempting.”
  • Yoosung smiled and pulled you up from the couch as he stood. “That’s my girl.”
  • He walked her back to the table and pulled up a chair next to her.
  • He helped get things organized and insisted on staying put.
  • The whole process he listens, proof reads, and offers his opinion when asked.
  • Every time MC tensed up, he grabbed her hand without missing a beat and helped her get through until the end.


  • The door swung open and Zen jumped at the outburst.
  • “Zen!” MC cried and slammed the door.
  • He emerged from the bedroom. “I’m right here-“
  • MC flung her arms around him and started uncontrollably hiccupping
  • “Baby, what is It?” he hugged her tight.
  • “I was w-working so hard for that promotion and t-today, they, they announced that they hired a new person for the position.”
  • “Oh, baby,” he stroked her back.
  • “I was so mad, I just went to talk with my boss to ask why and he said I had all the qualities but wanted to keep me in the same department because I would do better there. I worked so hard and gave them so much. I just quit right there. I felt so unhappy with my work but thought if I could move up it would get better.”
  • MC pulled back and look him in the eyes, “Oh god, did I make a mistake?”
  • He stared into her swollen eyes and his mind raced trying to find the words to console her
  • “I think the important thing, is that you’re happy. If you feel relieved in quitting then I think that’s a sign.”
  • He tucked a lock of hair behind her head and put his palm on her cheek. “I do know that you are one of the hardest workers and anyone would be lucky to have you.”
  • MC nodded and took some deep breaths. “Thank you Zenny.”
  • He kissed her forehead. “How about we watch some movies and eat ice cream? I went grocery shopping today and got your favorite.”
  • “I feel like the luckiest person to have someone like you.” Her smile returned.
  • Zen frowned. “That’s not possible?”
  • MC gave him a confused look.
  • “I’m the luckiest person because I have you.” He smirked.
  • Her face gave a slight brush and she started to laugh. “You’re too sly.”
  • Zen was filled with his own relief seeing the girl he loved laughing and smiling.


  • Arriving to her hotel Jaehee settled into the room and called MC to check in
  • After a few rings MC answered, “H-Hello?” with a hiccup.
  • “What’s wrong? Are you ok?” Jaehee forced her voice to stay calm but her mind was running frantic.
  • "The boy died, and he kissed his horse before going to the hospital. Then the guy kicked the bad guy and, and-”
  • Her voice faded and was replaced by a rustling sound.
  • “MC? Hello?” she snapped into the phone. MC wasn’t making any sense.
  • “Hello?” a male voice came through.
  • She identified it immediately. “Zen?”
  • “Hey Jaehee, yup its me.”
  • “What is going on?” she almost growled into the phone.
  • “Well we went to this movie together and it had a rather sad ending. I think MC’s emotions are just being intensified by the hormones from the pregnancy.”
  • A movie? All that emotion from watching a damned movie. Jaehee pinched the bridge of her nose.
  • “Where you worried? I told you nothing would happen while Zen the Knight was around,” he spoke confidently.
  • She sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand over her face in exhaustion. "Put MC back on the phone please.”
  • "Sure, one moment.”
  • There was more rustling as the phone was handed off.
  • “Hello?” she answered sadly.
  • She had been prepared to scold her for being so irrational. The tone in her voice however, took away any energy she had for it. “I will be home tomorrow as soon as possible. Please try to calm down in the mean time.”
  • “It was just so sad…”
  • “It was a fictional movie,” she stated calmly.
  • “I know…” she mumbled sheepishly. “I love you.”
  • “I love you too. Good night.”
  • “Night! Sleep well!” she signed off in a more cheerful tone.
  • She hung up the call and ran a hand through her hair. This was only the second month, things would only get worse as she progressed. This pregnancy would either make or break Jaehee Kang.


  • It had been a late night for Jumin and to finally arrive home he could cuddle up with his two favorite ladies
  • But when he walked in there was no greetings only an empty living room.
  • Confused he set down his things and hung up his jacket to investigate further
  • He reached the bedroom and heard MC’s voice from the bathroom
  • “It’s alright sweetheart. Shh… it’s ok, you’re going to be ok,” she cooed.
  • His heart jumped a bit not knowing what was going on
  • He gently pushed the door open to find MC on the floor rubbing a towel over something small on the floor with tears running down her face.
  • Elizabeth the III sat on the sink watching curiously and meowed upon seeing Jumin.
  • MC glanced at Elizabeth and followed her gaze to see Jumin in the doorway.
  • “What is it MC?” he asked
  • The towel moved as a head turned to reveal a dog with a narrow face and light brown fur
  • The dogs dark brown eyes met Jumin’s and he quickly cowered behind MC best he could
  • “Jumin,” MC quickly spoke. “I didn’t have time to call you.” She wiped at her eyes.
  • “I was jogging at the park and this, t-this monster just threw this poor puppy in the pond and left. I couldn’t leave him there, he almost drowned and that guy didn’t even care enough to look back!”
  • Jumin tried to imagine such a terrible scene and felt some anger himself. No animal deserved that kind of cruelty.
  • Her voice quivered with anger and the tears started up. “I can’t imagine what else he’s been through.”
  • She petted the dog next to her and as Jumin got a better look he noticed the dog was missing half of its front right leg.
  • Jumin took a deep breath and walked in to kneel by MC’s side.
  • MC didn’t know what to expect next but when he put an arm around her shoulder and hugged her close she was so relieved the tears kept coming.
  • “I know, it’s ok…” Jumin whispered.
  • “I know you don’t like dogs but I can’t stand the thought of dropping him at shelter to be stuck in a cage. I don’t know if anyone will even take him because of his leg… Elizabeth even seems to like him,” MC listed off.
  • Jumin grimaced. “MC…”
  • He made the mistake of looking directly into her eyes and felt his resolve crumble. “…We’ll keep him for the weekend and get him vetted but the apartment isn’t suited for a dog. We’ll see if we can’t find a proper home for him ourselves.”
  • She hugged him tight and kissed him. “Thank you Jumin!” She kissed him again. “Thank you!”
  • He tried not to smile and coughed to clear his throat. “It’s just for the weekend.”
  • Something wiggled between them and Jumin came face to face with the animal in question staring into his eyes.
  • Jumin tried to ignore the dog and lean in to kiss MC but felt something wet and noticed the dog and put his black nose to Jumin’s face to stop him.
  • MC giggled. “Aw, he likes you.”
  • Maybe it was the exhaustion but he swore the dog turned back and licked MC in the face and seemed to tauntingly turn back to glare and Jumin.
  • Jumin narrowed his eyes. Just the weekend.


  • Finishing some work up in the office he came out to the living room to find MC ball up on the couch with a pillow to her just with tears streaming down her face
  • He cautiously asked, “What’s wrong?” 
  • MC pointed at the TV and stated matter of factly, “Just having my heart shattered into tiny pieces. Seven, I need you to take a knife and stab me, I’ll be in less pain that way.”
  • He sighed, “That’s all?” He came and sat down next to her.
  • Snuggling in and putting his arm around MC. “Don’t worry, I’m here for you. You can cry on my shoulder. It can’t be that sad…”
  • “Anyone would cry if they couldn’t see the love of their life,” she countered.
  • “We’ll see about that,” Saeyoung replied. 
  • Halfway through the episode Seven was holding a pillow to his chest and sniffling.
  • “Are you crying?” MC asked with a smirk.
  • “UM, did you miss the part where he proposed to her with sand art and she friend zoned him for the other guy? Because I didn’t.”
  • He squeezed the pillow to his chest and narrowed his eyes at the main actress on the screen. “You don’t deserve him you monster.”
  • MC tried to contain the laughter but it overflowed until the tears coming were from the pain in her sides.
  • When the last of the giggles subsided she put her arm around his ‘shoulders. 
  • “It’s ok baby, you can cry on my shoulder,” sh’e said confidently. 
  • He leaned in and laid his head on her chest. “If you insist…” he sniffled. 
  • She raised on eyebrow. “Last time I checked that wasn’t my shoulder.”
  • Snuggling in close to her chest he said, “I think I feel a little better.”
  • MC ruffled his bright hair. “I can’t believe you,” she giggled. 


  • He parked the car and walked up the driveway, checking the address given to him once more to make sure he was in the right place.
  • MC had to pick up the gift and insisted they take separate cars to the wedding.
  • Sure enough, he saw MC’s car in the drive and glanced at it as he passed
  • He paused abruptly upon noticing someone was inside
  • He knocked on the passenger window and watched as MC jumped and scrambled to wipe at her eyes
  • Saeran opened the door and got in
  • “You’re early,” MC breathed and offered a smile. “I’m just fixing my makeup.”
  • He stared at her as she attempted to search for ‘makeup’ in her purse
  • “You lied to me after all,” he stated.
  • She froze and looked at him wide eyed. “W-what?”
  • “You said you were happy for him. That you wanted to attend.”
  • Her hands gripped the purse tighter. “I did, I am. I mean… I should be happy for him, he’s my father. He’s getting married to a nice woman with kids. He gets another chance to be a good dad… He just wasn’t in the right place when I was born.”
  • MC’s voice became hoarse and she bent her head down. “I’m really happy for him.”
  • Saeran reach over to hold MC’s head to his chest. “You don’t have to let go of all those feelings. You can be happy, angry, upset, and more and not feel guilty for it. You don’t have to go in there either.”
  • He kissed your cheek. “If you still want to go, I’ll fix your eyeliner for you.”
  • MC snorted and shook her head. “You do make some of the straightest lines.”
  • “It’s a gift.”
  • She gave him a quick peck on the lips. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll be ok.”
  • Even after being together for so long his heart still fluttered. “You want me to mix things up if they’re going too well?”
  • She swatted his shoulder. “Of course not!”
  • MC wiped away the tears, “Well…maybe just a little sabotage.”
  • There went his heart again and he reached over to embrace her. “That’s if we leave the car.”
  • He captured her lips and leaned in with some other ideas in mind.


  • Jihyun was startled when from his work when he heard a loud thud followed by a cry of pain and another thud.
  • He quickly jumped from his desk and went to the living room to find MC rolling around on the floor surrounded by laundry spilled from the dropped basket.
  • She was kicking her foot frantically around and seemingly convulsing.
  • Avoiding her kicks he knelt down trying to assess what was wrong
  • “MC, what happened? Are you hurt?” he asked frantically.
  • “Argh! So much pain!” MC moaned and tears rolled down her cheeks.
  • “Don’t move, I’ll call an ambulance—”
  • “No! It’s just—I stubbed my toe on the table!” she exclaimed.
  • Jihyun was dumbstruck, “What?”
  • “God, it still hurts, it feels like it’s been going on for hours,” she hissed.
  • He laid back on the floor with a heavy sigh and a hand over his heart.
  • “Please don’t do that, we almost both went to the hospital.”
  • MC wiped at her eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to end up on the floor trying to do laundry.”
  • He picked up a pair of shorts next to his head and tossed them aside moving onto his side to face her better.
  • Taking up her hand he kissed her palm. “Does it still hurt?”
  • She nodded. “Just a little.”
  • “Even if I did…this.”
  • His fingers skillfully attacked her sides and soon she was rolling again, trying to escape him.
  • “S-stop it!” she laughed.
  • “Maybe for…a kiss,” he bargained.
  • “Alright!” she exclaimed and rolled over to place kisses all over his face.
  • Now it was his turn to chuckle as she started going after his neck.
  • “N-not fair MC,” he breathed.
  • “All’s fair in love and tickle fights,” she declared.

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