Can I request a Peter Parker x reader where the avengers are trying to
get him to date someone and they find her in the school records and
stuff(after they broke into them) but they don’t know that she really
likes Peter so they set them up on a date and they end up having a
really good time and the reader and Peter start dating? Thanks😁
A/N: Sorry for the weird, rushed ending. I sort of lost inspiration halfway through.
“You know what?!” Natasha sat up.
“Yes?” Tony asked, his ears practically perking up.
It had been a slow week, with barely any crime-fighting at all, and the Avengers were bored to death.
“Parker needs a girlfriend.”
At this point they were ready to do anything at all. “Agreed.” They all said in unison.
Tony cracked his knuckles, “Nat, I’m gonna need you to hack into
Peter’s school system, find some nice girls. Clint, we need you to help
up get into the school. The rest of us- just…. You know.”
They nodded, ready to put their plan into action.
For a bunch of world-class superheroes, they really suck at sneaking around.
“Sam!” Clint whisper-yelled at the man who had just tripped over a dumpster.
“It’s dark in here!”
Queue the sound of Bucky’s metal arm scraping against all of the lockers.
“Bucky! Can you stop?!”
“Guys, over here!” Wanda called.
They stumbled over to the office Wanda was in.
She was looking at a large computer monitor scrolling down the screen.
“Wait, is that…?” Steve stopped Wanda from scrolling, clicking on the photo at the top of the screen.
“Peter?!” They all said.
“Damn, that kid gets detention a lot!” Sam remarked.
“Hmm,” Tony read through Peter’s notes, “His grades aren’t bad-”
After what felt like hours of looking through students, they finally found a girl that looked nice.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” Rhodey read out.
Natasha squinted her eyes, leaning in to the computer, “Oh, she’s cute.”
“Straight As.” Steve added.
“It’s settled then. We’ll set up a date.”
Natasha ended up writing a letter pretending to be Peter and leaving it in your locker. Just hoping it didn’t get lost somehow.
You smiled, bobbing your head to your music.
You reached down when something small felt out of your locker. It was a note, reading;
“Hi Y/N! I’ve been waiting so long to tell you this, but, I just haven’t. So, here it goes: I really like you! So do you want to go out with me? Tonight at Chili’s, 6 PM. If you don’t like me, don’t show up. -Peter Parker.”
Peter actually likes you! You couldn’t believe your eyes! Well, Peter did like you. He just didn’t know it yet.
You waited nervously for your date to arrive, tapping your foot against the bottom of the table
Finally you saw him speed walking in.
“Hi,” You smiled, scooting over to make room for him.
“So, um… I wasn’t sure you actually liked me.” You said quietly, “So, thanks for the letter.”
“No pro- wait.” He cut himself off, “What letter?”
“The-the one you wrote me?” You furrowed your eyebrows, “You know; asking me out?”
“I’m pretty sure your wrote me that letter.” He licked his lips, looking around the room.
“Nope.” You shook your head, taking the letter from your pocket.
Peter looked astonished as he took the letter from your hand.
“Tony.” He muttered.
“Hmm?” You asked him.
“Oh, nothing. I guess I did write that.”
Other than the strange beginning, the date went surprisingly well. You and Peter really hit it off, and the team was definitely celebrating.
The sad thing was, Gon almost didn’t recognize his best friend.
Not because Gon was a bad friend. Far from it; he could usually find Killua in a crowd just from the hunch of his shoulders, the hands shoved in his pockets. Gon didn’t need to see the starlight-silver hair or flash of midnight blue eyes to recognize the person Gon had grown up with his whole life.
This, though. This was entirely different.
“What’s the matter, Gon?” Killua asked, familiar smirk growing underneath an unfamiliar mask. “Cat got your tongue?”
Gon was too speechless to respond to the pun.
Killua was dressed head to toe in a startling white suit, adorned with matching gloves and an intricate cat mask that hid most of his face. His eyes- beautiful, shining, the deepest blue Gon had ever seen- glowed in the dim light, sparkling like jewels. The final touch was Killua’s hair- instead of its normal chaotic mess, Killua’s hair was now swept back in a graceful arc.
Gon’s heart throbbed. He had always known Killua was pretty. It wasn’t hard to miss the way other kids at school stared at him sometimes, despite the fact that Killua was a Zoldyck and ‘not to be trusted’ for a reason that made Gon’s hands shake with fury.
But right now- this very moment, standing in the center of a crowded Masquerade Ball, with chandelier lights glittering in the background and sweeping music drifting through the air-
This was the first time Gon realized how utterly breathtaking Killua truly was.
aww hell yeah. i added in a teensy bit of spaceboy!dan becuase i live for that shit ;))))
also phil has a tattoo but hes not a punk lets be cleAR
Phil had always loved the rain.
He didn’t like being caught in it, but he loved the comfortable atmosphere of being curled up in blankets as the rain poured outside. Especially when he was at work.
Owning a flower/plant/coffee shop wasn’t the easiest, but why would Phil ever do anything that was easy? He loved what he did. He loved the people that came in, his regulars.
Phil’s shop was really unique, especially being on the corner of a busy street in the heart of London. It was white on the outside, with vines growing on the walls, with the logo, that Phil designed himself, painted onto the window. He had flowers growing in pots on all eight tables, with even more bins filled with various plants, succulents, and mosses. This was his passion.
The shop smelled strongly of the outdoors, which you don’t smell very often in London, and soft whiff of coffee. Not only did he make flower and plant arrangements, but he also served some of the best coffee served in London, which had turned the place into a cafe as well.
Phil was so successful with his business, he had employees working full time, and the regulars had started giving him reviews on Yelp, which were fantastic. His business was booming, not one moment of the day was quiet around him.
summary: you and bucky hate each other, and stages through your relationship
warnings: there are swear words, insults, angst, meh meh
word count: 5,751
-> What about if the reader is friends with nat or Wanda and comes by to hangout and says she wants to start working out so bucky volunteers/gets told he has to train her but she comes sporadically when she has time and overtime he likes her and fluffff
->Hey bby! Here’s a request for you: a bucky x reader where the reader is having a little girl conversation (about Bucky) with Wanda and Nat and he overhears :) Idk I find that cute for some reason
A/N: it’s long af and like through the years okay have fun im going to sleep it’s 4:15 am
Steve’s grip on the paper he was holding tightened significantly as his ears nearly bled from the constant bickering.
“Shut the fuck up, Bucky.”
“You’re the fuck up. How do I shut you up?” he shot back, making you seethe.
“Says the asshole who can’t even fight properly.” You both circled around the mat.
“That’s rich, coming from you.”
“Wow, how original, Barnes-”
“Oh my God, will you guys shut it already?! Just train and get out of here!” Steve finally lost it. He would have separated you both long ago, but no one could deny you were good for each other. For all the pent up anger you two had, it was good that you relieved it some way because none of the other the Avengers were able to keep up with you.
Both of you glared at each other but agreed silently as you shut up, continuing the training as usual.
Steve swore the tension could break through his shield if it was materialised.
“Hey JARVIS, where is everyone?” you called out, wondering where the hell everyone was since you were alone in the common room.
“They’re all watching a movie in the home theatre Agent [Y/L/N],” he informed you as confusion took over you. Why didn’t they call you?
As you opened the door to the theatre, the light flooding the mini hall, everyone turned to look at you.
“[Y/N]? We thought you were out.” Steve squinted.
“Who on earth told you that? I’ve been in my room the whole time!” you exclaimed, feeling a little hurt, honestly.
“Buck-” Every head turned to him as he smirked at you.
“That’s just cold, man,” Sam commented as Bucky smirked.
“Well, it wasn’t like your presence was missed. Literally nobody cared.” He shrugged. You looked around at everyone as they looked a little guilty.
“We really thought you were out,” Nat tried to convince you but you gave her a tight lipped smile.
“It’s okay,” you offered, walking down the slope to where Bucky was sitting alone in a row. You sat in the seat next to him, obnoxiously picking up your legs and sitting diagonally in such a manner that your feet were propped up on the chair in front of Bucky to obstruct his view.
“What the fuck?” His eyebrows knitted together.
“Don’t mind my feet, Sam.” You nodded at him as he grinned, figuring out what you were doing.
“How am I supposed to see?” He threw his hands up angrily.
“I don’t know, why don’t you sit somewhere else?” you asked innocently, knowing all the seats were taken up by the remaining members who were fighting smiles.
“Fuck off [Y/N],” he growled and went to move your feet.
“You come near my feet and I will not hesitate to kick you in the face. Don’t fucking try me.”
Jake leaned back in his desk chair, arms folded across his chest as a small pout took up his face. His gaze was cemented to your desk where you and Amy were having a conversation and laughing. His eyes narrowed and he pulled a face at Amy, who looked at him with a knowing smile before turning back to you.
After the first successful coversation over coffee, Jake had tried to do so again for the past week. But everytime he even thought about moving to the kitchen, Amy would rush past him, two coffee cups already in her hands so he couldn’t get to you.
“I hate that woman.” Jake mumbled to himself, nearly having a heart attack when Charles came rolling up in his chair behind him.
“Oh, so the romancing didn’t go too well?” He asked, observing the two ladies chat about something with happy faces. “I mean hey, you’ll find someone eventually, and at least Amy gets a friend.”
Jake swiveled his chair around. “What? No? I was talking about Santiago. I’m still trying to win over (Y/n).” His brows knitted together as he tried to scheme up a plan.
Charles nodded. “Huh, well didn’t you get her number? What did you learn about her?”
Jake sighed, casting his eyes down at his hands. “Not much, just that she’s kind of,” He paused, looking up at you mid laugh while he smiled. “Wonderful.”
Charles moved closer to him. “Really? Tell me about her?” He encouraged, practically bouncing in his seat at the prospect of his best friend having a crush on someone.
Jake turned around so he was facing him. “For one, she’s a total movie nut, we had an intense three hour debate on which Die Hard movie was best. She’s not that into sports but she let me rant about the Mets game.” He went on a small tangent about the fun conversations the two of you had been having over the phone for the past week.
He only broke off when he saw Charles looking at him with a weird expression on his face. “What? Why are you giving me that look. It’s getting creepy.”
Charles just sighed. “Nothing, so are you gonna ask her out?”
“I’d like to but,” Jake lazily pointed to Amy. “Santiago’s been keeping her from me, and I wanted to ask in person.”
Charles ears perked up and he straightened his tie. “My time has come, I got you covered, buddy.”
Jake was about to ask him what he meant but Charles had already abandoned his chair and walked over to the two of you.
Whatever he said to Amy must have worked because in an instant she was grabbing her jacket and was out of the door.
Charles looked back at Jake and gave him a dramatic wink along with a thumbs up before leaving you alone at your desk.
Jake watched you work for a moment, suddenly feeling very warm and nervous now that he no longer had an excuse to not ask you out.
He stood up from his chair, walking over to your desk and cracking his knuckles to try and distract himself before he totally psyched himself out of asking you.
“(Y/n)! Hey! Long time, no see.” Jake said, plopping into the chair beside your desk with a smile.
You looked up from your work and gave him a puzzled smile. “What do you mean? I said hello to you when I saw you this morning.”
Jake laughed nervously. “Haha, yeah. What I actually meant to say was that,” His mind was running a total blank like it usually did around you. “Santiago left pretty suddenly huh? That was super weird.”
You laughed, pulling out your drawyer and revealing a collection of dozens of pencils tied together in different piles. “I know right? Apparently there was some kind of technical situation at her apartment and she had to step out.”
Jake reaching into your drawyer, pulling out one of the wads of pencils and observing them. “How come you have so many of these little dudes? Don’t they all do the same thing.”
You gave him a smile and shook your head. “I guess you could say that, but certain pencils are more sheer while others come off darker, some of them have different variations in line shape,” You noticed he had a confused expression on his face and you chuckled. “And you don’t really care about any of this, do you?”
“No! I think it’s kind of cool,” Jake said, taking one of the pencils out of the stack and twirling it in his hands. “I think anything that comes out of your mouth sounds cool,” He instantly looked up at you. “And that definitely sounded less weird in my head.”
“Thank you regardless,” You said, starting another draft of a criminal sketch for a recent statement a witness gave you. “It’s nice to have a conversation with you in person for a change, I feel like all we really do is text one another.”
Jake perked up, accidentally dropping the pencil onto the ground. “Yeah! I totally agree, which is actually what I wanted to come over and talk to you about,” He picked the pencil off the groun and started fidgeting with it. “I thought since it was Friday, you might wanna come over to my place after work.”
You smudged off a bit of your picture and then smiled at him before taking your pencil back. “I don’t think I’m busy, but yeah I’d love to.”
Jake clapped his hands loudly. “Great! Sounds like a plan.” He was mentally congratulating himself for a successful task completed as he went back to his desk.
“Uh, Jake,” You called back to him.
“I kinda, have to know where you live to go there.”
Jake’s brows shot up. “Oh! Yeah! That would be helpful wouldn’t it?” He dug into his jacket pockets and pulled a slip of paper out of one, grabbing a pen and scribbling his address. “Come around 8:30?”
You took the paper. “Works for me.”
“How’d it go? I could only read your facial expressions but it looked fine.” Charles asked whenever Jake pulled him into the locked room.
Jake scratched the back of his head and resisted the urge to start pacing. “I mean I think? She’s coming around my place later tonight.”
“That’s great!” Charles said with a happy clap of his hands. “You know, if this ends up going well I call dibs on being the Best Man at your wedding.”
Jake shook his head. “Let’s think about the present right now, if we’re being honest here, I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“It’s just a date isn’t it? Just do what you usually do.”
That was when Jake remembered something about your conversation. “I never specified that it was a date.”
“What do you mean?”
“I just asked if she wanted to hang out at my place” Jake said with a groan, placing his hands on his head.
“Oh that’s bad,” Charles said with knit brows. “That’s really bad, I don’t even think I’ve done that.”
“Thanks for the support, Charles, I really appreciate it.”
“It’s okay! It’s a simple fix, just go clarify it to her now!”
Jake swallowed, and his hands suddenly felt very clammy. “Yeah,” He said with a totally unintentional voice crack. “Yeah, I can do that.”
Charles clapped a hand on Jake’s shoulder. “I believe in ya, buddy.” He encouraged before leaving the locker room.
He really did.
But anytime he would come up to you again, he’d open his mouth and nothing would come out.
It was like his body was telling him not to do it, because then you’d probably call off the whole thing.
You didn’t have to stay at the precinct as long as the detectives did on Fridays, so when you started putting on your coat and packing up your things, Jake started to panic.
Amy looked over computer at him. “Hey, you don’t look to great? Something wrong?”
Jake was about to think of some elaborate excuse when you came up to their desks.
“Hey Amy, how’s your apartment?”
“Funny thing, I went over to check and the maintenance guy said everything was totally normal. I tried asking Charles about it but his eyes bugged out and then he ran away.”
You tilted your head. “Weird,” You went to say something to Jake, but you noticed he looked a little sick. “Jake, are you alright? If you’re not feeling well we can just reschedule our date.”
The color instantly returned to his face and he sat up straight in his chair. “Date?”
“Oh, is that not what it is?”
Jake saw the minor disappointment in your eyes and he could have broken out into song. “I would absolutely not mind it being a date.”
You smiled. “Good, after all, you still owe me a portrait. I’ll see you later.” You said with a wink before walking away.
Amy looked over at Jake. “Did you just wheeze?”
Jake, who was watching you walk away with the most dazed look on his face, turned back to Amy. “That is definitely a possibility.”
Hello! :D for the KuroDai prompt: Daichi as YouTuber with mukbang channel and Kuroo got addicted to it because Daichi looks so cute when he's eating and Kuroo is weak.
[This has been in my inbox for -months- because I’m trash and I apologize. I really hope that you’re still out there somewhere ;A;]
It’s a week into university and Kuroo’s already waist deep
in readings he needs to have finished for next week.
Which means, logically, that he has spent the past 5 hours watching random
YouTube videos instead of doing anything productive with his time. He doesn’t
know what chain of recommended videos he’s clicked on to get to the limbo that
is That Weird Part Of YouTube™, but he’s there before he knows it and he isn’t
even conscious of what he’s watching anymore. He’s scrolling through social
media on his phone instead, until he hears the word volleyball and his ears perk up like that of an interested cat.
Before it was birds, it was dinosaurs. I mean that works for the evolutionary explanation, but it’s also a description of my special interest. Growing up in Montana had its perks for a tiny dino nerd.
Names lead to links for the image sources. Disclaimer: I’m not up to the minute on dinosaur data and I may refer to something wrong, or link a speculative restoration that has since been refuted. Not intending to be getting anything wrong here!
1. Troodon. Yes, I read that dinosaur book as a kid. But listen, I love this tiny weird maniraptorian. I especially love the speculation that it may have had owl-like features, based on its forward-set eyes and asymmetrical ears.
2. Carcharadontosaurus. Jurassic Park: Operation Genesis introduced me to this one and made me fond of it. And honestly the name does a lot here. It’s really cool to be named for having sharklike teeth.
4. Torosaurus. This was initially out of spite, as a small child being told “you can’t have triceratops as your favorite, that’s MY favorite!” so I picked a dinosaur that was like it, but bigger. Yeah, I did hear the research that suggests that triceratops was a subadult torosaurus, but there’s still some questions about that, as far as I know.
5. Anchiornis. The fact that we know what colors and markings this dinosaur had is really supremely cool to me. Not to mention the fact that it’s a tiny featherfluff of a dinosaur. Crow-sized. I have my biases there.
Throughout the next two years, life is great and simple. The original trio stays best friends, Jimin still dislikes Yugyeom, and Tae’s the pastor for each of the weddings. It’s all fine and dandy, as Jungkook’s choir teacher likes to say, even better than he’d expected.
Friendships usually fall apart when people grow older, don’t they? Maybe Jungkook’s stupid for thinking it would happen to them. Or maybe he’s just watched too many sad movies.
Now nine years old, Jungkook very much enjoys school. Jaebum and Yugyeom are his best friends in the fourth grade, causing mischief in their classes and being praised for their excellent grades. The teachers tell his mother that he’s too loud and rambunctious at parent-teacher conferences, but they also mention that he’s an excellent student.
For his high grades, once his parents treated him to Culver’s and he’d ordered off the adult menu. How cool it was, proudly showing off his medium cup and huge sandwich to the world!
For him, it marked his transition into adulthood.
“Look at you, all grown up,” Jimin had commented after the meal, when Jungkook had arrived home and crawled through his window. Instead of the bed, they were in the closet, kissing. It’s a good place to show their affection, for it muffles the sound of their sloppy kisses and heavy breathing all the while hiding them from their parents. They’ve become a lot more strict about their no kissing/marking policy.
It’s crowded and hot in there, but it’s the only place Jungkook feels most comfortable when Jimin’s slipping his hand underneath his shirt or marking his neck. “I wish I could see you at school.”
It’s too bad that Tae and Jimin transferred to the middle school across the street. Even though they don’t see each other at school anymore, they still ride the bus together.
Usually Jungkook’s sleeping on Jimin’s shoulder, eyes hurting from the math problems and English submersion classes, or listening to music. Taehyung’s always singing, standing up, getting yelled at by the bus driver or all three at the same time. On the other hand, Jimin’s always talking to someone, whether it’s from the original trio or not.
If Jungkook considers himself popular (which he does), then Jimin’s mega popular. Everyone wants to make plans with him, have a conversation or sit by him on the bus. Which Jungkook doesn’t have a problem with, since most of the time he’s sleeping or messing around with Tae. Anyways, Jimin kept his promise, sitting by Jungkook each day due to their “bus buddy” status.
Yes, they’re growing up, but they’re still best friends! It’s going to stay like that, too.
Every week Jungkook and Jimin spend a day just talking and catching up with life. Usually it’s about school, growing up, or weird parents. It always ends in a sweet kiss that has Jungkook’s ears perked and tail curled.
This particular talk has Jungkook’s mouth popping open, eyes wide. “Jimin, we can’t talk about that stuff! It’s weird.”
“Body science is weird, Guk,” Jimin agrees, nose wrinkling as a butterfly flits by, “but they want us to learn about it.”
For the past ten minutes, as they slowly swing and eat fruit snacks, Jimin’s been telling him the things he’s learned about in body science. It’s disgusting talk, but Jungkook can’t help but feel a little bit curious.
“They told us about something only male Alphas can do,” Jimin whispers softly, a mischievous grin on his face. “The upperclassmen say it feels really good. Mark was telling me about when it happened to him, and he says I should do it as soon as I can.”
“What?” Jungkook whispers back. What could have Jimin smiling like this? “Kissing?”
Throwing his head back, Jimin laughs loudly, voice echoing throughout the quiet backyard. “No, no! It involves sex.”
“I thought kissing was sex.” Smiling when Jimin kisses his cheek, Jungkook shrugs, a little embarrassed.
“I can’t handle you sometimes. You’re too cute,” Jimin pets his ears, laughter still evident in his voice. “But no, kissing isn’t sex. They’re both very different things.”
“Okay. Then what are you talking about?” If only Jungkook knew what sex was!
“You really wanna know?” Jimin teases, causing Jungkook to wildly nod his head. “It’s very grown-up, y'know. Only older people can do it. Mark’s sixteen and he said he could!”
“Tell me!” Jungkook whines, on the verge of growling.
“It’s called,” Jimin lowers his voice, lips against Jungkook’s ear, “knotting.”
Companions (with a crush on SoSu) are being encouraged by other companions/non-companion friends (like Ellie Perkins or Fahrenheit) to confess their feelings?
I don’t know why this took forever to write but it did.
Anyways, here’s another reaction for y’all! Hope you enjoy ^.^
P.S. I haven’t added Maxson yet because I’m not familiar enough with the Prydwen crew.
Cait: Cait never
tells anyone what she’s feeling. It’s not like they would care, and if they did,
it would be all the worse. Cait loathed people trying to meddle in her
business, wanting to make her decisions for her. But the one thing she hadn’t
expected was for her nearest and dearest friend successfully talking her into unloading
her sentiments onto Sole. She glared at the bottom of her Gwinnett Stout: the
most persuasive person in the Commonwealth.
Shite this was bad. Bad bad bad. She knew she couldn’t let
Sole find out… But, at least if she just
up and came out with it, she could let go of all of the dread. Yeah, quick and
clean, like taking Stimpack. Necessary, sharp for a moment, but then you felt
better. And who knows? Maybe Sole would shout “Yes!” give her a hug, or even
confess that they had been hiding their feelings all along too. Yes or no: a
fifty-fifty shot right?
Cait banged her fist on the table with resolve and shoved
herself away from the wooden bar, the stool making a shuddering screech. That’s
it. Time to tell Sole what she really thinks of them.
about broke the pencil in her grip after hearing Deacon’s footsteps scuffle
past her for the hundredth time. “For goodness’ sakes Deacon stop pacing! You’re making everyone
antsy.” He kept going anyways and gave his typical non-committal answer,
“Actually Dez, I think Carrington is always like that.” A grunt emanates from
the HQ infirmary, and Carrington stalks out of his corner. If Deacon didn’t
know any better, he’d think the doctor was coming to defend his honor.
“Deacon, stop piddling around and go tell them
already.” Carrington made an irritated
face at the shifty agent. Deacon raised his eyebrows, crinkling the creases in
his forehead; he hadn’t told anyone about that.
“Don’t worry Carrington, I already let everyone know about the diary you keep
under your pillow. It’s cute really.” “Ha ha, very funny Deacon, but perhaps
not quite as funny as your little infatuation with our newest tourist, hm?”
“Is that so?” A smile crept onto Desdemona’s lips. “Has someone
finally been able to rein you in Deacon?” Deacon felt irritation crawling around
just beneath his skin, but he kept his cool. “Nah boss. Commitment gives me
cold feet.” He answered. Dez knew he was lying; he always lied. After a moment
of silence and weird eye contact, Deacon went back to awkwardly shuffling about
the crypt. Two minutes passed until Carrington finally refused to work a second
longer with Deacon noisily kicking up dust.
“Ugh, this is insufferable! Out you go! Now! And don’t come
back until you two have resolved things!” Carrington shoved Deacon out of the
back door of HQ and slammed it shut behind him. When the wig-wearing agent went
to open the door again, he found that he couldn’t. “Locking me out!? Real
mature Carrie!” “I heard that!” Great. Well, time to find Sole, he figured.
Yeah… so not looking forward to this
Preston: Preston nervously
whittled away at the piece of bark he was fashioning into a dog, slouching over
it heavily in a halfway broken steel chair. It had been warm that day, so he
worked outside to listen to the hustle and bustle of Sanctuary. “Agh!” Blood
seeped from the minute man’s thumb and into the wood. Great, it’s ruined now. Preston stuck the finger in his mouth to stem
the bleeding, and Mama Murphy wandered over to check up on him.
“You don’t usually cut yourself Preston. Something on your
mind?” The old woman ambled beside the minuteman and took his hand from him. “I
don’t know Mama Murphy, it’s just…” He sighed. “It’s the General, Sole.” Mama
smiled knowingly, and finished wrapping up Preston’s thumb with some cloth. “What
about them?” She asked sagely, like a real mother. “It’s just that I’ve been bottling up all these
feelings for a while. I care about them y’know? But they’re busy, doing so much
good for the Commonwealth, looking for their son, and it would be selfish of me
to bother them about this too.” Preston rubbed anxiously at his face.
“That sounds like a cop out to me Preston.” Mama was harsh
with her reply. “I can see that you’re just afraid of rejection Preston, but
that’s not who you are. You’ve led us across the wasteland, fearless in the
face of death, and now you’re gonna let a little thing like rejection stop you
from getting what you want? Preston. I can see that Sole wants you to ask them.
Wants you to love them back. So go. Go and get your General!”
“R-really? You know I’ve never put much stock in your
visions Mama… but if you mean it.” Preston felt the cords of his muscles
tensing, ready to run to Sole. “Go on!” Mama shouted. “Yes ma’am!” And then he
was running, running right into the arms of his Sole.
Danse: “I know I’m
not supposed to feel this way. I’m just a machine after all, but… But sometimes
when I’m around Sole I feel… It’s just… Heh, look at me. I’m acting like some
nervous squire again. You understand me though right?” Danse searched Dogmeat’s
eyes for confirmation. The dog just lolled his tongue out from between his
teeth, grinning his slobbery doggy grin. “Yeah, I thought so. Good boy.” Danse patted
Dogmeat between the ears and went to stand up.
The paladin did a double take. Surely Dogmeat didn’t just-
“Turn around, crew cut.” Danse did as he was bid, and there
stood Hancock, coolly puffing on a cigarette. He plucked it out of his mouth
with two fingers and looked at Danse. “Instead of commiserating with poor
Dogmeat over here, why don’t ya just go tell Sole how ya feel?” Puff. Puff.
Danse knelt towards the German shepherd again, ignoring the ghoul, but then he
“They’re inhuman, or I guess it’s because they’re human that
it’s a problem. These feelings, of wanting to be with Sole, they’re just faulty
programming. A human-synth relationship would be abominable and just… wrong.” Hancock
rolled his eyes.
“Tch. Get over yourself, paladin. If you didn’t have your
head so far up your ass you’d see that Sole has been practically hanging off of
you lately. You’re doing them a disservice by sitting here and moping. Now get
over there and talk to Sole before I have to drag you myself.”
“Thanks ghou-… Hancock.”
leaned against Takahashi’s bar nursing a Nuka-Cola and twirling her chopsticks
around in noodle broth. Piper’s sister, who was sitting in the stool beside her,
huffed with boredom. “Piper, what’s up? You’re being all quiet and weird, and
believe me that’s not normal for you.
Well, the quiet part anyway.” Piper frowned and looked over at Nat. “Sorry Nat,
it’s just… What do you think about Sole?”
“Sole?” The girl perked up her ears. “They’re alright. Why?
Do you have a crush on them?” Nat
smiled wickedly, and Piper’s eye twitched. “N-No! I mean, it wouldn’t be that
weird to like them. They’re really attractive right? B-but I don’t like them
like that okay?! So let’s just go back to eating our noodles.” Blotches of red
bloomed all over Piper’s face, and she tried hiding them by leaning into her
“PIPER AND SO-OLE SITTIN’ IN A TREE! K-I-S-S-I-N-ougphmh!”
“Nat, I swear, if you so much as breathe a word, a word about this to Sole, I will not
buy you noodles for a whole month!” Nat scoffs at her eyes at her sister.
“Pfft! As if that’s gonna stop me! I can go without noodles for a month, no big
deal.” The young girl shrugged and stuck her nose in the air, then wryly
smirked at her sister’s distress. Nat easily hopped down from the stand and ran
into the streets. “See ya later sis! Got some important business to take care
Nick: “Nick, you
just smoked your way through two packs of cigarettes! Tell me, what’s going on
inside that tin can of yours?” Ellie pursed her lips at the synth detective,
hands firmly rooted on her hips. “You worry too much Ellie. Just… stumped on
this one case, that’s all.” He idly flipped through a nearby folder. “Nick, you
solved that case last week.” “I know, I know, I was just hoping to get more
insight into the current case we’re working on.”
Ellie looked unimpressed as she reached over the desk to
grab the folder from Nick’s hand and gently rotate it into the upright position.
Nick sighed. “Alright, alright, you got me. It’s Sole.” Nick dragged his
covered hand slowly down his face, exasperated. “Go on.” Ellie urged.
“It’s Sole and… Aw hell Ellie, I just… I care for Sole like
the old Nick cared for Jenny. I want to tell them that, but what’s the point.
I’m just a piece of torn up Institute garbage. Even if they returned my
affections, it wouldn’t be fair to chain them up to an old bot like me.”
“Are you serious?” Ellie glared at Nick who looked at her
with surprise. “You are not trash Nick. You’ve helped out the people of Diamond
City more than they ever deserved, and you’re probably the only person in the
whole Commonwealth who isn’t constantly looking out for number one. And Sole is
a grown up. If they want to be with you, then that’s their decision to make too,
not just yours. Now get out of here and find Sole!” Nick smiled.
“I knew I kept you around for a reason Ellie.”
are you doing?” Fahrenheit gave Hancock a bewildered once over as he stood in
front of a mirror he’d salvaged from the basement. “Never took you for vain man
Hancock. Well, not about your appearance anyway.” She smirked and leaned
against the doorframe.
“Hey Far, you think any smoothskins would ever take to a
ghoul?” The bodyguard crossed her arms, quirking an eyebrow at Hancock. “Why?
Got your eye on me John?” She joked. Hancock huffed humorlessly. “Far, I don’t
even want to know what dating you
must be like. But all joking aside,” He touched at the gaping hole where his
nose should be, “You know what, forget about it.” The ghoul threw a large swath
of cloth over the mirror.
Fahrenheit stood up and walked over to the mirror, ripping
the covers off from over the glass. “Look at that Hancock. You see what’s in
this mirror? It’s called a prize. Anyone would be lucky to win this person over.
Hell, if I didn’t work for ‘em, I
might even try going steady with him, but you know what they say about business
and pleasure.” She laughed, and then threw the ghoul a box of mentats. “Go find
Sole,” she said, “make me proud.”
“Far darlin’ you always know just what to say.”
Taka, what’s on the menu today?” “Nan-ni shimasho-ka?” “Yeah, I’ll
take a bowl. Thanks Taka.” “Nan-ni shimasho-ka?” MacCready laughed
half-heartedly and stirred around his noodles.
“…Hey Taka… Have you ever loved anybody? Surely you have
some cute girls, er… guys, whatever you’re into, come your way to fill up on
the noodles.” “Nan-ni shimasho-ka?” “I happen to know a looker myself.
You’ve seen them here before. They’re the best thing that’s happened to me
since my wife died, and I just… I just can’t seem to tell them how I feel.”
“Sure, Nan-ni shimichimichanga to you too Taka. Great
advice.” MacCready sighed and raised a bite of noodles to his lips. “Wait!
You’re totally right Takahashi!” MacCready slams the bowl down on the counter.
“Maybe if I use a foreign language to talk to Sole, I can
tell them how I feel without risking our them finding out and it ruining our
partnership! Gah! You’re a genius, you noodle-serving robot! Now, to go andfind
Curie. She speaks French right? Isn’t that a romantic language?”
“All the better then! See ya around Taka! Thanks for the
Takahashi wasn’t really sure how well MacCready’s plan was
going to end.
should I tell zhem Cait? What do you think? I’m so nervous though… Maybe I
shouldn’t! It would only complicate an otherwise lovely friendship. But, oh,
how unsatisfying! I want more than to be just friends wiz zhem! Argh! Why is
zhis feeling so hard to manage? How do you do it Cait? You flirt wiz people all
“Yeah… Not really sure I’m tha best one to go to fer datin’
advice Curie, but if it were me, I’d just tell ‘em how I feel straight up. No
sense in beatin’ around the bush; you’ll just be settin’ yerself up for a
bigger disappointment if they reject ya.”
“Oh no! Do-do you think Sole will reject me? I mean, I knew
it is a possibility, but zhe more I think about it zhe more unsure I am to
Cait grabbed Curie’s wrists. “Curie, look at me. I promise
Sole won’t bite yer head off fer tellin’ ‘em how ya feel. So, go in there and
get ‘em tiger!” And with that, Cait pushed Curie through the doorway of Sole’s bedroom.
Cait flipped her hair behind her ear and pretended to dust off her hands. “Well
then, I guess my job here is done.”
X6-88: X6 waited
on a bench in Diamond City for Sole to finish up their shopping. He admired the
way they commanded the sale with stern, low set brows and determination, and
with that admiration came another, even odder feeling that had been bubbling up
lately. He would talk to Sole about the feeling if it wasn’t so extraneous to
“Why are you staring at that person mister?” X6 looked down
to see a child watching him expectantly. “Do you like them?” The courser
disregarded their statement. “Where are your parents little girl? They must be
looking for you… Go on then.” But the child climbed into the seat beside him
instead. “Y’know, I like someone too. He’s over there.” She pointed. “I’m going
to tell him that I like him today. I’m a little scared he might not like me
back, but that’s okay. I’m sure if he doesn’t that we can still be friends.”
X6 listened to the girl, but kept his eyes on Sole. Maybe
the child had a point. No sense in leaving unresolved feelings between him and
his partner. “I believe you just solved a problem for me child. For that I am
grateful. Now go find your parents, seriously.”
A/N: For lack of better title. Gif is not mine, credits go to the owner. Summary: It’s always the quiet ones. Word Count:2,357 Characters: Mark (GOT7) x Reader (Y/N) ft. GOT7 Genre: Fluff, slight suggestive Warnings: Language, mentions of sex Rating: PG-13
I glared from across the circle we were in. Jackson overlooked my silent death threats and filled all of the shot glasses. It was fine. He could ignore me all he wanted, but as soon as we were done with this game, I was going to strangle him.
author’s note: I took a bit of inspiration from issue #41 in the ultimate comics, and did my own little take of it. hope you guys enjoy!
pairing: mj!zendaya/peter parker
Mary Jane could honestly say that one of her favorite things to do after a long day at school was walking home with Peter. Back then she didn’t see how her and Peter could ever have an actual conversation with each-other, but when Mrs. Olson assigned him as her Chemistry tutor, the both of them were always trying to find way to hang out that didn’t involve them reading out of a textbook for almost 30 minutes.
Summary: Minghao and Mingyu are getting closer and Junhui is totally okay with it, or not.
A/N: So a lovely anon requested this and I originally planned on making it short but then i was like “nah, lets make it into a full one-shot” and yeah, that’s what happened
It’s not that Junhui is jealous, no,
it’s nothing like that, but he was Minghao’s friend first—would
even go as far as to say his best-friend—so he had the right to be
a little irritated at how close Mingyu’s gotten to the bboy. Junhui’s
not too keen about sharing his things, even when he was little, and
no that wasn’t being jealous, he just doesn’t like sharing. Jealousy
and being overprotective are two totally different things.
Not that he’s overprotective of
Minghao, nope, not at all. Wait, what are they doing now? That isn’t
“He’s at it again,” Jihoon snickers
from the floor, sweat-drenched cotton-candy hair stuck to his
forehead. Junhui ignores it though because there’s nothing to laugh
More Appropriately Titled: Selita Wants Her Own Talk Show and Ruins Catfish in the Process
I have so much to say about this episode that I skipped ahead of all the episodes I’ve yet to write about so I can write about this one. Let me paint a portrait for you: I’m all swaddled up on the couch in my America blanket and my purple blankie wrapped around my head with a very small slit made for my eyes (I like the darkness). We start the show. I have no intention of writing anything because I’m so far behind and I like to do them in order. It wasn’t even five minutes before I flew off the couch to grab my computer. My unicorn Pillow Pet left alone to fend against my dogs. I have a humorous synopsis to write. “Pause the show, mom! PAUSE THE SHOW!”
We open with a very dramatic subject line: The vanishing act. Our catfish is obviously a magician. Bianca is a 20 year old from Durham, North Carolina, who has been talking to a girl named Brogan. I thought that was a made up name but my computer didn’t put the red line under it so, alright. Brogan is a real name. America is a free for all. Max raised his eyebrows very dramatically when we learned Bianca was talking to Boris. He’s trying to ward off his own gay rumors (facts). His thought process is that if he appears shocked by gays, we will assume he’s not gay. Many congressmen and politicians have tried the same thing. Bianca and Bruce are both into body modifications, which is a subculture MTV has yet to hit. Until now! Bruce vanished suddenly, deleting her Facebook and ceasing all contact with Bianca. A year later, Borat reappeared and began texting Bianca like nothing had happened.
When they get Bianca on the horn, she has gauges, like, the size of my fist. Max asks her when she got into “body mod,” using the young, hip lingo like those in that subculture do. MTV cares about your identity. Bianca says she and Burgess have similar interests in body modification and tattoos and that brought them together. She tells Cheech and Chong how Bourbon disappeared, then reappeared a year later. Nev asks the million dollar question, “you didn’t wanna say, ‘hey where you been.’” Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum agree to come find Bruno.
This is the part that made me lean forward and led to urgently writing this summary. Nev says, “I had a weird idea.” My ears were perked because most threesomes usually start with the same question. A supermodel named Selita Ebanks very clearly asked Nev if she could be on the episode because she’s probably trying to transition into acting or TV hosting. She will pretend she’s a co-host for an episode.
We meet Selita in a hotel lobby. She is pretending to read a newspaper. Almost immediately, she waves to the camera. Selita says she has an interest in online relationships. They had to forge some logical reason why she’s there. It becomes increasingly more clear Selita wants to be a TV host. She says all of Max’s lines and takes his seat in the car. Selita is also a mean girl who is able to isolate and freeze out the weakest link. Max has never felt so distant from his life partner.
We arrive at Bianca’s house. Selita tells Max, “Darling, I’m far more than just a model.” Hmmm, maybe she’s also an aspiring TV host? Bianca tells us there aren’t a lot of gay people in her small town, so she found someone online she could connect to. Apparently, this is Selita’s show now. She has taken over. She asks how long Bianca had been talking to Bourgeoisie before she dropped off the face of the Earth: five months. She then gives us anecdotes and asks more questions to let us know she could host a talk show.
We look at Bourgeons’ profile. She has a brother. But the photo’s not tagged!!!! Nev tells Bianca since Brochure has a history of being flighty, she might run away if she knows Bianca and Stabler and Benson are coming for her. Bianca says it’s a risk she’s willing to take. Selita analyses Bianca on the car ride home. She can host a talk show that tackles gay issues.
When Axl and Slash sit down to stalk a young girl, Selita gets a call from David Spade. Even David Spade is confused as to why she is on the show. He hits on her the whole time but she shuts it down on national TV pretty fast by saying, “oh, you’re silly.” This might be Selita’s only baller move. Okay, I’m over this. It’s taking away airtime from the good stuff.
When they search Braggadocio Lynn Acaster, her profile comes up. Everything’s looking peachy thus far. However, there are no results on Spokeo or google images. They decide to search her without her middle name, hoping to yield more results. They find a blog where someone had written a post about Brioche. They scroll through the blog and find a photo of Burger’s legs; they are recognizable from the tattoos. Burma is definitely pregnant in this photo. This was Selita’s earlier theory. Max knows he’s losing his job and his husband to Selita. He hands her the camera and walks out, smashing things on the way.
Nev and Selita continue on some nonsense theory about how they’ll never to be able to find Button. Max returns from his anger walk (I take a lot of those, too), ready to get his man back. He points out the obvious: duh, you idiots, look who owns the blog and is posting these photos. She’s obviously Borough. No wonder you got catfished and you’re a model.
The blog belongs to Chloe Acaster. Wow, where have we heard that surname before. They find a twitter link to Chloe’s boyfriend. He is the man we previously believed to be Burrito’s brother. They go to his Facebook and finally find a photo of Bureaucracy. Her real name is Chloe Purdon.
The next day, Whitney and Bobbi pop into Bianca’s house. We meet her mom, Kate. She has a purse in hand and sunglasses on her head. She was obviously on her way out. Kate gives a really nice speech about how people in their town were scolding her for having a gay daughter and their church kicked them out. But she told Bianca that this was who God knew she would be and she loved her no matter what. The It Gets Better people should contact Kate.
Tia and Tamara sit down to share their findings with Bianca. They show Bianca the pregnant photo, Chris’ and Chloe’s profiles. Bianca says what they all say; it’s all a lie. A Drake song feels appropriate here.
Nev does the most historical and old-fashioned thing he could do: make a phone call. He calls Bougie. As soon as he says, “My name is Nev,” Burka says, “Oh my God.” Turns out Budapest’s real name is Tia. Tia agrees to meet Bianca. She lives in Iowa. Go Hawkeyes.
They hoof it on over to Iowa; a state Selita probably didn’t know existed. They stand outside Tia’s door a painfully long time waiting for an answer. MTV definitely hired the Blair Witch Project’s camera people for this episode. Nev looks in the windows. This is legal if you have a camera crew. Tia finally makes her grand entrance. Tia is some type of racially ambiguous-I don’t know what she is. She walks down the yard to meet Bianca. It is the stare down of a lifetime. Tia is a wilting flower. She finally apologizes. She says she became addicted to being Bucket. Max tells her she looks like Bingo-which she does. Tia shares she used to weigh 300 pounds. That’s why she hid behind a fake profile. Bianca says she wouldn’t judge anyone for who they are (this is obvious-anyone with a gauge large enough to stick a coke can through isn’t gonna judge you). Tia says she ducked out for a year because she realized what she was doing was wrong, but she couldn’t get over her feelings for Bianca.
The next day, the Lone Ranger and Tonto go back to Tia’s house. Tia shares she had an easy time coming out and was accepted by everyone. This is polar opposite to Bianca’s story. I wonder if wannabe Oprah will bring this up later. Once again, Tia says she hid behind the profile because of her weight. Oh, what do you know. Wannabe Oprah’s gonna chime in. She says her story is so different from Bianca’s, who is a black lesbian from a small town. Tia says race doesn’t play a role here because she’s half Mexican (there’s the ambiguity. That’s what it is). Wannabe Oprah tells her she brought herself down and ruined people’s lives. Uh okay. She was a 300 pound lesbian, I’m sure she had some struggles. Tia and Selita get into it. Tia tells her she doesn’t know her or her struggles. Selita tells her to dig deeper. She is forcing Tia to have an emotional breakthrough. Tia now feels compelled to share that a crime was committed against her in high school where she was left physically injured. Max has had enough of Selita taking his job and his man. He tells Tia she doesn’t have to tell them anything just because Selita told her to. They encourage her to talk to Bianca.
Tia meets up with Bianca. Bianca has a new piercing. She must have a terrible time going through metal detectors. Tia tells her she was a victim of sexual assault. She became very depressed, gained a lot of weight and created the Burlesque profile as an escape. Tia says she hopes to earn Bianca’s trust back.
Because of all of Selita’s stupid shit taking up airtime, we did not get a one-month later update.
Recommendation: 4/5 Would Recommend
Selita blows for, like, a million reasons, but the drama she adds makes this a good episode. I love to hate Selita.
If Selita ever gets a talk show, I’ll have a lot to say about it.