punch me in my stupid face

no but people who don’t like pacific rim because it wasn’t logical or scientifically accurate like

yes

we know

we don’t care

it is an homage to that genre. the original godzilla was a dude clearly in a rubber suit stomping cardboard tokyo and we were supposed to just accept that. pacific rim is a movie where a government council sat around like “what are we gonna do about these giant aliens coming from the ocean?”

“let’s build equally giant robots to punch them in the face”

“yes perfect” and like, that was of course the logical response because it’s friggin cool

mako didn’t use the sword because she had to wait until the perfect cinematic moment to do so

this movie is a love letter to painfully dumb action movies, but it is also one of the smartest movies i’ve ever seen. it’s just telling a story in a different way. instead of having audience vehicle main character explain everything to us, the movie shows you a world and asks you to accept its premise, and then lets you discover the story yourself.

this movie glorifies platonic love and familial bonds, this movie is about how we as people are stronger together, that it’s not one lone hero guy who can save the world, but the unity of all of us. it’s about the sheer unmitigated gall of humanity- “fuck this noise, we’re canceling the apocalypse!” it’s about the stupid dumb loud optimism that looks at the world and wants it to better, demands it be better, and does so with fists of steel.

it’s bombast and noise and i love it to bits so shut up and sit down and let me enjoy my giant robots punching giant monsters in the face okay?

5

I always loved aang’s reaction

no jealousy, no misplaced avatar superiority complex, no wtf I just spent the entire afternoon trying to move that stupid puddle and she picks it up in 0.534 seconds what is this

he’s just so impressed and happy for katara and all “oh my god my girlfriend is the greatest waterbender in the world look at her go she could punch me in the face and I’d thank her holy spirits

honestly what a snowball

evidence that david wymack is the best character in this entire series, part i

The Foxhole Court

  • “I want my subs at the wall cheering them on, but if you trip up a referee, I will cut you.”
  • “Watch me beam with pride. It’s not your job to take care of yourself anymore.”
  • Wymack sliced a hand across his throat and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Neil hoped he was right in translating it as “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
  • “Do you have any idea how much I hate coming home and finding you in my apartment?”
  • Wymack only recruited athletes from broken homes. His decision to turn the Foxhole Court into a halfway house of sorts was nice in theory, but it meant his players were fractured isolationists who couldn’t get along long enough to get through a game.
  • “Are you done wasting my oxygen yet?”
  • “Kevin, wake that dingbat without getting punched in the face.”
  • “You have five seconds to get your retarded psycho ass to my apartment! You even think about telling me no and I swear to god I’ll throw Kevin’s contract down the garbage disposal.”
  • “Your opinion has been noted and dismissed,” Wymack said. “Anything else, or are you going to start signing stuff?”
  • “I am going to drop you off at the dorm and spend the rest of the day drinking. Damage control can wait until tomorrow.”
  • “Kevin, you’re out if your hand so much as itches. Don’t be stupid tonight.”
  • “Coach Wymack was the only one I could think of turning to, and he didn’t disappoint me.”
  • Wymack snapped his fingers in front of Andrew’s face, trying to get Andrew to look at him instead of Neil.
  • “Damn it all to hell. Hemmick! You were supposed to wake them up ten miles ago.”
  • “Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It’s about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than anyone else wanted to give you.”
  • “We saw their files,” Wymack said. “We chose you.”
  • “Breaking news: I don’t care.”
  • Neil wasn’t quite ready to face Andrew yet and he didn’t want to deal with this teammate’s curiosity over his prolonged absence, so he went to Wymack’s apartment instead.
  • “When I said Abby and I would look out for you, I didn’t mean you should pick a fight with Riko on national television,” Wymack said. “Should I have spelled that out beforehand?”

and my personal favorite for last

  • “God damn it, Minyard. This is why we can’t have nice things.”
4

2015-2017

My, my! Look how we’ve grown. As cosplayers and as friends. *wipes a single tear from my eye* It was a magical day in the early spring of 2015.. I had gone to comic con because I didn’t get asked to Senior Prom. Allie ( @the-mischief-managed ) was excited because the ever so famous Lettherebedoodles was going to the con. I had no idea who that was. So as we were waiting by the Evermore booth, my dad was talking to TT’s parents, and they were like “TT should be along any minute”. In a whirl wind of movement a group of Attack on Titan cosplayers descended upon us. Allie was most excited to see the Hanji cosplayer, so I assumed that was Lettherebedoodles. Then I was like…. that’s TT??? They’re their kid??? So I “know” them??? But that means…. they’re EVILTT ON DEVIANTART?! And for the brief moment they were there, they were like HI FAN, BYE FAN, and ran away. 

Since then our friendship really started as both of us trying to weasel our way into each other’s lives. From me working at Evermore, to being in art class together. 

TT is such a loving, accepting force in my life. They have helped me see things from a perspective I’ve never seen before. TT is passionate in all that they do, whether it’s analyzing an argument or developing a whole world of make-believe. They are always kind: helping siblings write papers, driving when it’s not their favorite thing to do, laughing and smiling at everything, and especially making people feel comfortable and valid. Their empathy and compassion is out of this world. They feel everything, and they feel for everyone. If you are sad or mad or happy, they are there with you 100%. And they will 100% share their feelings with you as well. TT is outgoing, confident, and strong. So, so, so strong. Like they could punch me in the face and I would love it. I love seeing them in makeup, whether it’s Sirius or Ariel or gosh dang Mad Eye Moody. I love seeing them with no makeup. They are so truly beautiful to me. And I loooove that when I get that stupid anxious voice in my head that says “Oh gosh I did that tiny awful thing, they totally hate me” I can immediately say, “That’s so untrue that your nose should be a mile long right now”. It is such a blessing and comfort to have them in my life. And they need to recognize how amazing they are, imperfections (I know, hard to believe from a Deity on Earth) and all. I love you!

@asktheboywholived

Camping - Smut

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 3,649
AN: So this happened? Have some filth. Thanks for being patient. Thanks to @writing-obrien​ and @celestial-writing​ and @rememberstilinski​ for helping me out with this! Y’all are the best and I love you guys sm.


You rolled your eyes as you trudged through the forest, your backpack slung over your shoulders and your sleeping bag rolled up and tied to it. Of all the people you could be paired with, it had to be Stiles. The two of you were at each other’s throats constantly, and you had a feeling that this was Scott’s underhanded way of trying to get you to get along.

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OKAY, SO. LET’S HAVE A TALK ABOUT HELGA HUFFLEPUFF. BECAUSE. I HAVE SO MANY THINGS TO SAY.

Here’s the thing; in my head, Helga Hufflepuff has always been a soldier. Yes, she’s kind and fair, but she also knows when a good hex or a punch in the face is the only solution. This does not happen often. She’s friendly and accepting and patient. But when someone threatens her friends, or her family, or her students, that someone better be prepared to have her wand aimed at them. Or better yet, a sword. Use what you know and all that, and while she’s great with her hexes and curses and even some charms used in a way her old mentor would definitely not have approved of, there’s just something incredibly satisfying in meeting someone sword to sword. She and Godric spars every now and then, though it’s clear he’s more of a dueler than a soldier. But Helga. Helga joined the war when she was 15, and she never regretted it. It was grueling, and it was painful, and she watched so many of her companions fall. But she joined for a reason – to protect (her family, her little nephews and nieces and all the children of her village) and to, one day, try and change the world enough that war wouldn’t be necessary. She fought for years, rising in rank as fewer and fewer of her friends were left, and she refused to give up. This was for the children. This was for the future.

When she was 23, she became general. And at 24, the war finally ended. And then she had to find something else to do.

She went back to her village, to the little houses and fields and her family. And for a while she was content, but not for long. She wanted to do something, because that was the reason she joined the war in the first place. For change. She wanted peace, and quiet, and a place to call home. But when she had it, she realized she only knew how to fight. And she was not going to accept that.

She went to find her old mentor, an aging wizard who kept forgetting his wand in odd places but who also knew a lot of spells and had more magical books than she had seen anywhere else in her life (later, when she met Rowena Ravenclaw and saw her collection, she would stare at it for ten minutes and then just go “nope” and walk out of the room). She asked him to teach her as much as he could. What he’d taught her before she left for the army was useful, but if she was gonna change the world she needed more.

He listened to her, listened to her reasons and her dreams and then he sat her down with a cup of tea and started talking about magical theory. Most of her went over her head. She listened anyway.  And she kept coming back. And when she realized how many children he’d helped out through the years (her among them), she asked him about that. He started spouting even more magical theory. And she kept listening. And when it was over and he said he couldn’t teach her anymore, she knew more about accidental magic and magical cores than she thought possible. And she was satisfied, because this was what she needed to know. Something that could help. Something that could change a life, or two, or a hundred, if you only had the people to teach it to. This was for the children. This was for the future.

And then she met two wizards and a witch, constantly bickering and joking and everything in between. And the wanted to start a magic school. Of course she went with them. It was the purpose she had been looking for. It was a way to do what she’d always dreamt of.

They started planning how to do it, and moved into Godric’s family castle up in Scotland. As they decided to split the students into four groups, Helga started to get irritated. She had spent half her life fighting a war, she knew that you couldn’t always get the brave or the smart or the cunning. You had to use the resources that were available. Anyone could become a good soldier (or student, she supposed) if they were trained properly. 

She was a general, and she’d take anyone who wanted to learn. She was a soldier, and she’d take anyone who would work hard, because that’s all you need to change the world. She was a 15 year old girl who joined the army, and she remembered what it was like when people judged you for your bravery, for your intelligence, for your strength. She was a 26 year old veteran, and she would punch anyone who said you couldn’t learn because of something as stupid as who you are. In the face. They’d deserve it, for implying that her students weren’t good enough.


@egdramaqueen I said it “needs a bit of polishing” which apparently means I sit here and write another 700 words into it in less than an hour, so here it is. I finished it.

2D, thinking: (That’s it, I’m gonna do it. The next time Murdoc is mean to me, I’m gonna stand up for myself. I won’t take his abuse sitting down anymore.)
Murdoc: “Hey faceache, I–”
2D: “YOU PUNK-ASS, BITCH-ASS, STUPID-ASS, KERMIT-THE-FROG-LOOKIN’-ASS WANKER! YOU RUSTY, CRUSTY, DUSTY, MUSTY, OLD FUCK! YOU WRINKLY-SACKED MOTHERFUCKER! YOU STANK-BREATH HO! GET OUTTA MY FACE WITH THAT BULLSHIT BEFORE I GO AT YOU LIKE A SPIDER ON HEROIN! I’M NOT YOUR PUNCHING BAG ANYMORE!”
Murdoc: “But I just–”
2D: “YOU UGLY, PIMPLY, GREASY–-”

  • (Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker)
  • Washington: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Eliza: … I did. I broke it.
  • Washington: No. No, you didn't. John?
  • John: Don't look at me; look at Burr.
  • Burr: What?! I didn't break it!
  • John: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
  • Burr: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken!
  • John: Suspicious.
  • Burr: No, it's not!
  • Alex: If it matters, probably not, but Maria was the last one to use it.
  • Maria: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
  • Alex: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Maria: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Alexander!
  • Eliza: Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, sir.
  • Washington: No! Who broke it?!
  • Burr: Sir… Angelica’s been awfully quiet.
  • Angelica: REALLY?!
  • (Everyone starts arguing)
  • (A little later)
  • Washington: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
on self-diagnosing

when i was about 14, i went to a mental health service and was diagnosed with major depression and generalized anxiety disorder. i got put on antidepressants that didn’t work and went to a few therapists that didn’t help me. my parents wasted hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars getting me treated for disorders that were not my true problem.

when i was 21, i went through the hardest break-up of my life. i went to a counselor who didn’t diagnose me at all - she talked to me like she didn’t care what my mental health issues were and that’s when i realized it doesn’t matter what your diagnosis is, as long as you’re getting treated for the problems that lie in front of you.

last year, when i was 21/22, i experienced a few bpd episodes. on new years, i got someone i was barely friends with to drive me over 30 minutes to my ex’s house to punch him in the face over something stupid. i couldn’t believe how manic it made me feel - i felt totally on top of the world. until the next day where the guilt swallowed me alive and i was stuck in yet another bout of depression. a couple months later, i found myself breaking down in the college stairwell over drama with another boy, calling my parents and telling them i was going to kill myself after he blocked me. they had to come pick me up because they didn’t think i would be okay if i drove.

i didn’t understand what was up with these symptoms. why did all of my depression stem from my relationships? why did i want to fling myself off of a bridge after the smallest disagreement? i was more than depressed - i was angry. i was so, so angry. for as long as i can remember, i’d cycle through the worst emotions followed by mania followed by the worst emotions. but it happened so fast, i could barely remember it by the time i got a chance to tell anyone.

i got back into therapy, into medication. i got put on a different antidepressant. i told my doctor, “you don’t understand. i have bouts of anger. do you have anything for that?” she prescribed me an anxiety medication for panic attacks.

the point is doctors do what they can to treat you. they don’t know what is going to help. they’re stumbling around blindly until they find something that works. they don’t truly know what’s going on in your head. they try to diagnose you on your first appointment at a mental health service and if you don’t portray all of your symptoms perfectly, you WILL get an incorrect diagnosis.

i never did my own research. i fed into the lie that psychiatrists/psychologists will do anything in their power to give you a correct diagnosis. i never self-diagnosed until i heard about bpd. luckily, i was already going to a psychiatrist when i heard about it, so i brought it up to him. he said, “huh, yeah, you’re probably right. that does sound like your symptoms” and prescribed me an anti-psychotic. still no diagnosis.

let me reiterate: i could have been getting the help i needed for YEARS, and i didn’t, because though i went through quite a few therapists and psychiatrists, none of them could figure out my diagnosis. it took the couple of “bpd freak-outs” i had for someone to take me seriously. for someone to finally say, “you have a lot of bipolar symptoms…” still not the right diagnosis, but it was getting closer, at least. if i didn’t have those freak-outs, i can guarantee you i still wouldn’t even have a “huh, yeah.” because in the world of psychiatrists (and a lot of times people who are anti self-diagnosis), your symptoms don’t matter until you have the worst possible symptoms, until your symptoms are outward, and that’s unfair and ridiculous.

so this is where the line gets blurred. to those who are anti self-diagnosis: am i allowed to say i have bpd because my psychiatrist told me i did but didn’t officially diagnose me? i ultimately stopped going to a psychiatrist and therapy because i spent another thousand dollars (out of my own pocket this time) to diagnose myself and i didn’t agree with the medication i was on. should i go back for one appointment just to satisfy your need for me to be officially diagnosed?

thinking back on the counselor i had when i was 21, i realized that the diagnosis doesn’t matter. but nobody takes you seriously unless you have a diagnosis and this is what’s wrong, not the fact that people self-diagnose. maybe if people took the symptoms seriously, people wouldn’t find the need to self-diagnose. maybe if mental illness wasn’t this exclusive club, people would feel more comfortable talking about their symptoms, even if they’re less drastic than yours are.

the point is this: somebody self-diagnosing doesn’t affect you. the only reason people knock people for self-diagnosing is because they want to feel powerful and elite. congratulations - you have an official diagnosis. i have three if you count adhd. but my most important number four diagnosis is being left untreated and tumblr has helped me get though a lot of my bpd-related issues and to that, i am thankful. because the resources are always going to be more important than the diagnosis and i am happy that those who self-diagnose are getting the resources they need.

BTS - jealous.

Request: Can I get a jealous BTS?? please and thank you 😘😘😘 btw I love your blog 💕💕💕😍😍😍  (thank you so much! 💕)


Seokjin:

Well, he wasn’t the type of jealous boyfriend. But of course if he saw some guy close to you, he would keep his eyes on you. And at any sudden movement he would come to you and have some talk with the guy.

Yoongi:

He was never jealous, only in extreme cases. He always said, “I’m Min Yoongi, you’re never going to get another guy who compares to me.” But, of course, inside he wanted to punch the face of any guy that comes to you.

Hoseok:

He’s so jealous! Whenever he sees someone talking to you, he would approach and hold your hand. And, if the guy didn’t leave, he’d say “what are you talking about with my girlfriend?”

Namjoon:

He was not jealous at all, he trusted you. Just when some guy tried something with you, he surely will give a mortal look at him, but it would only be to protect you from stupid guys.

Jimin:

He would be jealous very easily. Whenever he saw some guy talking to you, he would be pissed and pouting for you until he got your whole attention on for him.

Taehyung:

He would be kind of weird about jealousy. Sometimes he just wouldn’t care. Or would be extremely jealous and would sometimes be upset about it all day. But when you kiss or hug him, everything is fine.

Jungkook:

He sure would be very jealous. And he would always say, “I trust you, I don’t trust these guys.” He always kept his eyes on you and whenever any guy talked to you, he would give him his mortal look, which made the guy leave immediately.


Requests are open now! Feel free to ask. 

Thank you to the people messaging me your concerns about my absence on here.

To answer your questions–no I am not alright.

I am angry that Daenerys was taken from me while others get to wake up every day with a dog they don’t even want half the time.

I am bitter that others get to celebrate 7th birthdays with their dogs and Daenerys never got her 2nd birthday or Christmas.

I am learning to cope with my grief but I still carry it with me like a bad tattoo.

I am learning to breathe again, but I still choke more often than not.

I am learning to live with just her spirit beside me, but at the moment it haunts me more than it holds me.

starter sentences for enemies
  • "I want to be there when you get what's coming to you."
  • "One day karma is going to bite you in the ass."
  • "How could you do this?"
  • "What do you want now?"
  • "If you are going to be two-faced, at least make one of them attractive."
  • "Fuck you!"
  • "Oh, what? Sorry. I was trying to imagine you with a personality."
  • "That was a low blow."
  • "You're truly a disgusting person."
  • "Don't bring my [relative] into this!"
  • "I would unplug your life support to charge my phone."
  • "What do you think you're doing?"
  • "Have you lost your mind?"
  • "Do you have anything to say that won't result in me punching you in the face?"
  • "Tread carefully."
  • "Two wrongs don't make a right; take your parents as an example."
  • "Get off my property."
  • "Stupidity is not a crime so you are free to go."
  • "Leave me alone."
  • "So what?"
  • "You look like a before picture."
  • "Don't be a coward. Say it to my face."
  • "You're so fake."
  • "Apologize before I deck you."
  • "This means war."
  • "I'd like to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass."
  • "Can't we compromise?"
  • "Go to hell."
  • "Hating me won't make you pretty."
  • "Can you try not annoying me every 30 seconds?"
  • "I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel about you."
  • "Fuck off!"
  • "I thought we settled this."
  • "I'm glad to see you're not letting your education get in the way of your ignorance."
  • "Stay classy."
  • "You are not as bad as people say. You are much, much worse."
  • "Your sarcasm detector needs tweaking."
  • "Get off me!"
  • "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"
  • "Name one reason why I shouldn't walk away right now."
  • "Is this making you angry?"
  • "Karma takes too long. I'd rather beat the shit out of you just now."
  • "Shock me and say something intelligent."
  • "Ouch. That one stung."
  • "That's cruel."
  • "I didn't think I was capable of murder until this conversation."
  • "Truce?"
Anti-Valentine’s Day Starters

Some taken from songs. Feel free to edit as needed!


  • “The only thing I care about is that on the 15th, all the candy will be half-off at the supermarket.”
  • “You promised me heaven, then put me through hell.”
  • “What’s even the point of trying to find someone at this point?”
  • “I swear if Cupid dares come near me I’m gonna punch that little sucker in the face.”
  • “Go on and just cry me a river!”
  • “It’s Singles Awareness Day, so be aware of me.”
  • “You told me you love me, why did you leave me all alone?”
  • “If I’ve learned anything from last year, Valentine’s Day sucks.”
  • “No way I’m going to that stupid Valentine’s dance, especially without a date!”
  • “My last breakup was really painful, I’m still recovering.”
  • “I’ve got to get away; you don’t really want anymore from me.”
  • “All that mushy-gushy stuff makes me wanna vomit!”
  • “I just really don’t wanna talk about it.”
  • “Who needs a boyfriend/girlfriend when I’ve got a friend like you?”
  • “Loving you isn’t the right thing to do.”
  • “I even made him/her a homemade valentine that says, ‘You’re dead to me.’”
  • “Whatever, you’re so much better off without him/her anyway.”
  • “This love has taken its toll on me.”
  • “Valentine’s Day is in a week and I just got dumped!”
  • “Why are all the candy hearts so sappy? I want one that says, ‘I hate you.’”
  • [text]: I just ran into my ex at the mall. Kill me.
  • [text]: I’ve been crying to Adele for the past hour, how are you?
  • [text]: I need someone to vent to about my ex. You up?
I miss you. I used to drive his car to see you. I’d sneak over. We’d drink. And laugh. And fight. And kiss. I’d always wake up dazed. Either on your couch or in your bed. There was a teepee. And one time I felt an earthquake. We were outside. At that table. So many memories at that table. I pretended to be tough. I was just sad you and him had a thing. I avoided your embrace. Scared to fuck. Didn’t want to be - that - guy. I miss your cheeks. And your stupid hats. I miss you punching me in my face. And me pushing you into bushes. I see you out there somewhere. In the same place but a different space. I wish we could sit together. And talk about the relationships we pretend to matter. I wish we could stumble through a night of forgotten memories - again. I hope you’re well. I miss and love you.
—  sadb0ybrian 
Lego Batjokes Prompt #116

“I HATE THE BATMAN. JUST. SO. MUCH!”

“I know, he’s the worst, Mistah J.”

“Yeah! Just the thought of him makes me so ANGRY! I feel this hot feeling inside when he’s around, my hands go all sweaty and I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“…uh huh…”

“Oh, and then, and then, I wanna punch that perfect, masculine jaw! And take off that stupid cowl and just press my face to his stupid face and, god, those strong arms. Not to mention those muscles and his deep voice and…w-what were we talking about?”

“That you hate him?”

“Yes! I hate him so much!“

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Submitted by Anonymous

Little witch (Part 5)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2569

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I am so sorry i am posting this so late. My apologizes for the mistakes you will probably find ♥ It’s my final week of school so i hope you understand why i am posting it so late and why your requests are taking so much time. Please tell me what your opinion about the story. And i am really interested what you think would happen. Please share it with me :3 Enjoy! 

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

Originally posted by kiingholland

“Up, down, backwards, kick. Again! Try to attack the unprotected zones! Good, now jump, kick, that’s right. Now-”, Steve’s commands were interrupted by the loud sound of someone being thrown badly on the floor.

“Ouch!”

“Are you okay?”, Steve asked the victim but didn’t give it a try to cover his smile.

“Yes, Captain. I am fine.”, Peter rose his thumbs and tried to stand up.

“I am sorry Pete but you weren’t paying enough attention. And I really wanted to punch you.”, (Y/N) stated as she gave a hand to Peter in order to help him to get on his feet.

“You are getting your ass beaten up by a girl. What a shame boy!”, Tony exclaimed. He had entered the training hall seconds before seeing how the little witch knocked down the spider-boy.

“You are a great fighter and I have no idea if I should be happy about it or not.”, the captain was observing (Y/N)’s technique since they began training. For a period of two weeks it was hard for him to predict what she was going to do. He had talked with Natasha after seeing how the girl beaten up the famous Black Widow but Nat was amazed by her movements as Steve, “Hydra had achieved their goals. You are better than Nat. Well, not as they probably wanted, but still.”

Hearing the name of the organization that took everything away from her, she almost fell again in the deep. Different feelings were surging in her. The girl clenched fists, took a deep breath and relaxed. After a month of training with Bruce and Wanda she was able to control her powers somehow. She was thought how to use her rage without letting it to overwhelm her body, mind, actions.

“What do you mean? She is amazing with cold weapons, Rogers.”, Tony exclaimed and walked down to them, “Let’s call her The Slicer!”, the man was too enthusiastic for the others to take him seriously.

“The Slicer? What a terrible name.”

“Take your word back captain or a new Civil War will erupt.”

“I like it. It makes me look dangerous.”

“You are a dangerous woman but I think it’s not for you.”, Peter expressed his opinion, “It’s for a coldhearted killer, while you are…”

“What am I Pete?”, (Y/N) came closer to the boy smirking and waited for his answer. She didn’t miss to spot the way he gulped nervously and rubbed the back of his neck with his left hand, “You are emitting nervousness. Why?”, the witch asked in a sweet and yet flirtatious voice, “Is it because of me?”

“I-um.”, another gulp, “No, yes, I mean…Argh!”, the boy covered his face and whispered something like ‘How can you be so desperately stupid?’

“Wait, why are you here?”, Steve suddenly asked Tony.

“Maybe because this building is all mine and I want to roam through it.”

The girl laughed, Steve gave an eye roll while Peter relaxed when the subject was changed and it took (Y/N)’s attention.

“Okay, okay. Stop that look! It makes me want to punch you in your perfect face.”. Tony stated and then continued, “I and Thor decided to throw a party so be ready in eight.”

“What?! A party ?! Why?”, Peter asked all of a sudden.

“Because my little kid you need to know how to have fun in your life. It’s not only the thick books you stuck your nose into.”, and with that the famous genius, billionaire, playboy and philanthropist man exited the room.

“Well we have like 5 hours until the party. Let’s continue working.”, (Y/N) suggested. It was her way to reduce the feelings inside her.  They were all going out and in the end of the exercises she felt much relaxed and calmed although her body was a little exhausted.

“Oh you continue. I am worn out so I will take a rest.”

“I thought you were a durable boy, Parker.”, the girl smirked as she saw the boy turning around immediately.

“I am!”

“But you got exhausted just from some slight punches.”, the witch came closer to the boy not breaking eye contact again.

“I might be not showing my full potential only because I don’t want to hurt you.”, at this time the teenagers were both smirking while Steve was looking with interest what was about to happen.

“Don’t spare me Spider-boy. Show me your super strength and you’ll see I can bear it.”

“If you are asking so politely. But don’t you dare complain after that your body is aching.”

“Oh, the sexual tense between the two of you has filled the whole room.”, Nat spoken. The witch and the spider-boy separated from each other looking away, “Don’t act as though you were shy. If it wasn’t in the training room someone would think you were about to break the bed.”

“Will you guys stop interrupting our training!?”, the girl asked in annoyance. The Avengers kept coming and if another one had showed up he could had possibly ended in the medical wing.

“Yeah, if you were actually training.”, (Y/N) gave the redhead an eye roll and waited for her answer. For one month she got used to all the teasing and jokes the heroes like to share between them, “You must spent less time with Wanda and Stark. However, I am here for the party. I assume Tony have told you so. Would you like to go with Wanda to buy a dress or something?”

“Shopping isn’t my thing and Will. Never. Be.”

“You were my only hope. Now I have to go to the shops.”, agent Romanoff looked like a small child whose mother just had told him she would not by him the toy he wanted.

“Sorry Nat. Oh, if you like something could you take it for me?”

“Yes, but you will owe me!”, Nat declared as she exited the room.

“That was a big mistake, (Y/N).”, the teenagers’ trainer for today stated out loud, “Anyone who have owed her something hasn’t ended good.”

“I will find a way to trick her.”, the girl gave a smile to the captain and the three of them continued working out. (Y/N) was without a doubt the best of them all, even the captain, but Peter managed to beat her five times which was a great success.

“Don’t hurt them!”, she screamed, “Mummy! Daddy! I am here! We will get out of here!”

“They can’t hear you.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Show me your powers. Revile them!”

“I-I can’t! Don’t you understand, I CAN’T!”, she shouted, tears rolling down her face. She didn’t want to lose them, not now.

“You don’t give us another option. Enjoy the show.”

Screams filled the room but this time an explosion didn’t happen. Instead the girl stayed in the room looking at her dead parents on the floor.

‘It’s your fault! It’s your fault! IT’S YOUR FAULT!’, the voices filled the small place she was locked into. They were shouting and screaming in agony.

“Please stop! Stop! I did what I could to save you!”, but with each word spoken the voices became louder and louder deadening the girl’s obeys,

“IT IS YOUR FAULT WE ARE DEAD!”, her parents’ voices kept screaming and filling the room while the girl crouched in the corner of the room whispering:

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I did all I could”

“YOU ARE THE ONE WHO KILLED US! YOUR HANDS ARE COVERED IN OUR BLOOD, YOU FILTHY SPAWN!”

(Y/N) woke up from her nightmare breathing heavily. Since day one she kept dreaming the same thing every night. This time it wasn’t different. She continues seeing her parents dying and blaming her for it. At first she started believing them but after Wanda had seen her dream by accident everything changed. (Y/N) did her best to believe Wanda’s words that she wasn’t guilty, that Hydra had manipulated her in order to get what they wanted but something deep inside her was still feeling it was her fault. She had to be better and they could have lived till today.

The witch looked at the clock next to her bed. It was 6:30pm. She had an hour and half until the party. She stood up and went straight to the bathroom. The water was hot, slightly burning her skin but the girl didn’t minded. She liked it, the mist that caused her to breathe hard, the water that relaxed her body. (Y/N) wanted to stay there longer and to wash all the stress away but the time was flying. After brushing her teeth and putting underwear on she went back to her room. As she entered it someone did the same from the other door. With no surprise, it was Peter.

“(Y/N) are you- Oh mu gosh!”, as he entered in a hurry he fastened to spin around.

“Tell me, Parker…are your spider senses telling you when I am half or fully naked so you can enter in that moment?

“This time I knocked!”, the boy tried to protect himself, “You didn’t answer so I decided to check out what is going on.”

“Only to be sure I am okay?”

“I know it sounds stupid but I care about you and-”, and all of a sudden he shut up with eyes wide opened. (Y/N) blushed at his words but tried to cover it so he would not see it.

“I am flattered you wanna make sure I’m alright but I can handle myself, Parker.”, the girl gave Peter a smile.

“Yeah, okay, I will leave now.”

“No, wait!”

“What?”, the boy was surprised (Y/N) didn’t want him to leave after he saw her half naked for one god knew what time in a roll.

“I have problems with what to wear tonight. Would you stay and help me choose?”

This time both blushed and smiled. Peter accepted and closed the door. He sat on the bed looking at the beautiful girl in front of him. He scanned her body with only one look and gulped in nervousness. She was gorgeous and not only because of her appearance. The girl was a complex character. Once she was confident and sarcastic, other times shy and insecure, on training she was like a killing machine when training with Steve. At those times she scared him but he knew that she was just a broken porcelain doll that would never be repaired and look the same as before. But Peter wanted to be the strength holding all the pieces together. The one being her anchor, to help her get through all of this and to show she wasn’t alone. There was a person that cared and he wanted the girl to understand it. Peter wished to show her all the things she missed – the happiness, the games everyone plays as s child, the feelings of having a first love and the butterflies you feel in your stomach when you kiss, the moments when you cry from joy, laughing, bliss. He wanted not only to make her feel the good part of life but to feel all the things with her. The boy wanted to make this girl happy and to be the reason she was smiling. And when she smiled form heart at his jokes or stupidity he smiled too.  

On the other hand, as the boy was looking at (Y/N) with something like love she felt insecure. When he had entered the room she spoke from annoyance but now she finally understood she was just in her underwear in front of a boy she asked to stay and help her. The girl bit her lip and turned around facing the wardrobe. She opened it and hurried to take the first clothes that she saw. It happened to be simply jeans and tank top.

“Well, you look beautiful in them I have seen but they are too ordinary for the event.”

“What about this one?”, (Y/N) showed the boy a black skirt

“It might work but what would you put on top?”

The witch grabbed almost all of the clothes that were in the wardrobe and began dressing. Peter rejected the combinations thinking it wasn’t for the situation or that the clothes weren’t fitting right.

“It’s 7:45 and I still have no idea what to put on me!”, (Y/N) sat next to the boy and was about to cry. He tried to calm her down but no boy knows the feeling of having a full wardrobe and no clothes to wear. It was despairing. As Pete was about to say something someone knocked on the door. (Y/N) stood up and went to open it. There was Wanda holding three bags in her hands.

“This is for you. I am sorry I am bringing them so late but put them on and come downstairs with Peter. Don’t be late!”

(Y/N) was surprised when Wanda mentioned Peter but it was probably one of her powers that showed her the teenagers were both in the room.

The girl opened the bags. In the first one she found just the perfect outfit, in the second she found some jewelry and in the third one there was a suit for Peter.

“This one is for you.”, (Y/N) handed the boy his outfit.

“What? Really? Why would they buy a suit for me?”

“I don’t care. Go to the bathroom and put it on. I want to see in something different than jeans ash shirt or your spider suit.”

“Okay, okay. I am going! No need to rush me.”, the boy smiled as he entered the bathroom where he began changing. (Y/N) hurried to change too although she had nothing to be ashamed of. She spent an hour half naked in front of Peter…why was she now feeling insecure? However the girl put the clothes on and looked at the mirror. She was wearing a black tight skirt that ended some centimeters above her knees. The top was short, simple and shower the upper part of her stomach. The way it outlined her curves made the girl look at herself from another angle. For the first time in her life she felt beautiful just because of some clothes. As she finished putting the necklace on, Peter came in the room in his suit. He was trying to put his tie on but with no result.  

“Will you help me?”, Peter asked innocently.

“Yeah.”, (Y/N) murmured after some seconds as she took some time to observe him, “But I don’t think it is necessary.”, as she came closer she took the tie away and removed the black top of the suit. Now he was standing only in his trousers and white shirt that had the top buttons undone.

“You look hot.” , they both looked at each other with wide eyes. Thanks God, she said only this not how she wanted to kiss him right now and bury her hands in his messy hair.

“Thanks.”, Peter smirked as he took his time to observe the girl in front of him, “But I am afraid you are overshadowing me. You are just stunning in this outfit.”, the girl smiled brightly and looked at Peter who was grinning too, “Shall we?”, her offered his hand.

“Let’s go to the party.”, the witch took his hand and they both went downstairs where they could hear the loud music and people talking.

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Sorry I’ve been gone lately. Here’s a little imagine 💕
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“Tom smile! Smile!” The photographer’s shouted.

“I’m doing my best you guys!” He chuckled, facing multiple directions and smiling.

“Give us a smoulder!” One shouted. Tom smiled and looked down, looking up and giving a serious face.

“Alright you guys. It’s Zendaya’s turn now. I need a breather.” He laughed, waving. I smiled at him as he came over to me, opening his arms.

I went into them and he kissed my forehead.

“I wish you were out there with me.” He said, slinging an arm around my waist.

“Why?”

“So he can show you off.” Harrison said, handing Tom a water.

“Really?” I said, raising an eyebrow. He nodded, the water bottle on his lips.

“Gross why?” I said. Harrison chuckled and Tom nearly choked on his water.

“Because. I get asked all these questions about you and when we go out they get photos of you. And they don’t see the you I see.” Tom said.

“Ugh! I think my heart is trying to get me to throw it up.” Harrison said, gagging. I laughed and Tom kicked his leg up softly, Harrison blocking it with his hands.

“Maybe someday.” I said as we moved on to another setting.

“Hey, I have a surprise for Tom.” Harrison told me as Tom went out for more photos.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Us.” A pair of voices said. I turned and saw Harry and Sam, alongside with Tessa.

“Tess!” I said, going up to her. She ran up to me, as far as her leash would let her, and licked my face.

“Hi you guys!” I said, hugging the twins.

“He’s going to freak.” Harry said.

“It’s going to be hilarious.” Sam said. I nodded and turned to Haz.

“When are we going to show him?” I asked.

“Now.” Haz smiled, signaling for the boys to let Tessa go.

Tessa bolted off and we watched as Tom’s face lit up.

“Tessa!?! Oh my god. Come here princess!” He said, calling to her as she frantically ran around. Everyone was laughing and he tried posing with her, but I guess the lights freaked her out because she ran off.

“Thanks so much you guys but I gotta go catch her.” He said, exiting. We went after him and saw him cuddling Tessa on the floor.

“Get off the floor. It’s dirty.” Sam laughed.

“You little shits.” Tom said, getting up and nearly tackling the boys in a hug. Tessa went to Harrison, where she sat next to him.

“Good girl.” He said, patting her head.

“That was a great surprise.” Tom said, laughing and heading over to Tess.

“We figured you needed a smile.” Sam said.

“Well.. you were right.” Tom said, petting Tessa and smiling up at me. I smiled back.
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It was his last shoot and it was with Zendaya. The twins went to take Tessa to the car while me and Harrison stayed back.

“Zendaya is so pretty.” I said in Harrison’s ear.

“She is.” He answered. I chuckled and kept noticing Tom looking at me. Zendaya noticed and whispered something in his ear, causing him to make a face and making her laugh.

They continued whispering until Zendaya made an announcement.

“Thank you guys so much. I know you wanted more photos of us but as of right now, I’m a little hungry and the smell of food is not helping at all.” She chuckled. The photographer’s laughed and she left, shooting Tom a look.

“I guess we need someone to fill her space.” He said, slowly walking towards me and Haz.

“No. Tom.” I said as he took ahold of my hands.

“Come on Love. Just a few?” He asked. I looked at Haz and he shrugged. I sighed.

“Alright fine.”

He smiled and brought me out, his hand on my waist as we posed.

“Y/N! Show us your pearly whites!” Someone shouted.

I smiled and Tom kissed my cheek. The cameras went nuts. I could feel myself blushing and went to hide my face with my hands, but Tom stopped me, turning it into a waltz and spinning me out.

“Don’t be nervous Love.” He said in my ear, intertwining our hands together as he posed. I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there and smiled, throwing a smile over my shoulders now and then.

“Give us something cute!” Someone yelled.

Tom looked at me and I just blinked. He smirked and took me in his arms, dipping me and then planting a kiss on myps. I was shocked and my hands cupped his face, slowly finding their way around his neck.

“Was that cute?” He asked, looking me in the eyes, his eyes crinkled into a smile.

“I’m guessing they liked it.” I said. He pecked my lips one last time and helped me up, waving at the cameras a goodbye as he led me away.

“You guys are so cute yet gross at the same time.” Haz said. Tom punched his arm softly and I stuck my tongue out.

“Did you have fun?” Haz asked me as we walked to say bye to Zendaya and everyone.

“A little. I’m not used to the posing and what to do with my face but it was a good experience.” I said. Haz chuckled.

“You’ll get used to it. Have you seen those photos of me and Tom? They always get me doing a weird face.” He said. I laughed.

“Yeah I know. Maybe we can be ugly together.” I teased.

“You’re stupid but okay.” He said, shaking my hand.

“You’re both stupid and not ugly.” Tom said as we approached Zendaya.

“I don’t know. Haz can be ugly at some times.” Zendaya said.

“Rude.” Haz said.

“You know I’m joking.” She said, hugging me.

“Yeah yeah.” He smiled, waving her off.

Tom came and kissed my cheek.

“I love you. And I’m happy you got out with me.” He said, hugging me.

“I love you too. And if you ever do something like that again, I’m choking you in your sleep.” I said hugging him back. He laughed and kissed me, earning Zendaya and Haz to cheer us on.

I looked away and Tom went chasing them, only to give up halfway when they split up.

I Like That

Minho discovers a liking to Y/N’s spunk…


“Come on Y/N,” Frypan said. “We gotta set up dinner.”

Groaning in frustration, I went back to the usual routine. Of course my job was a given the second I came up in that box- kitchen worker or textiles.

“Hey Y/N,” Gally scoffed. “What’s for dinner today?”

“Nothing you’re interested in,” I replied.

“I might be interested in something you’re cooking up…” he smirked.

“Just get in line,” I huffed.

“Oh! Pretty girl’s got some sass.”

“Leave her alone Gally…” Frypan rebutted quietly, afraid of what standing up for me would do.

“Did you say something kitchen rat?”

“He said leave her alone Block for Brains,” a familiar voice said. Sitting up from the table, Minho sighed heavily, signaling for him to cut it out.

“And what are you gonna do about it?” a fuming Gally lashed out. Edging closer to Minho, the thick atmosphere of frustration was cut by none other than Newt himself.

“Alright alright, if you two hormonal shanks are gonna settle this, do it the right way. 1 round in the ring. Fair and square. No whiners or sore losers. Agreed?” Newt offered as a solution.

“Nah. If I’m fighting anyone in that ring, it’s gonna be Y/N. No one disrespects me around here.”

“Let’s go shuckface,” I taunted. While Gally was stubby and strong, I was slim and agile.  

“Y/N he’s not-”

“Butt out Minho,” I warned, pissed off that the last person I’d expected to not support me was doing just that. Walking outside of the tent and into the sand ring, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous at the fact that not only was I defending myself, but Minho as well. I was fighting for him.

“I’m not goin’ easy on you this time Y/N,” he eyed cockily. “Could’ve avoided this in the first place by being more- compliant.”

Swinging at my face, I ducked just in time to swoop under his arm and kick him from the back, grinning at the satisfying sound of him landing in the sand. Throwing punches aimlessly, he managed to land a hit on the left side of my cheek, definitely leaving a bruise.

As I glanced over to where Minho was standing, I noticed that Newt and Thomas had to pull Minho back by his shoulders as he tried his best not to interfere with the match.

Landing a hit square on his jaw, he stumbled a few steps, giving me the perfect opportunity to knee him where God only meant to be treated nicely.

I heard a roar of cheers and congratulatory pats on the back, walking back into the tent. The boys went back to dancing around the fire with their stupid drinks, and I was left to clean up after their half-eaten mess.

I heard a light rustling of leaves and turned around to see Minho looking somewhat solemn. Did I do something wrong?

“Follow me,” he said coldly. Jogging outside of the tent, I walked behind him into the medjack hut and was sat down.

“What are you-”

I hissed in pain as an alcohol soaked cloth was pressed against my cheek.

“He really got you good, didn’t he?” Minho chuckled lightly.

“I can do it myself-” I seethed.

“Oh really?”

Sighing in defeat, he resumed the process of applying the right medication to the wound.

“Why didn’t you stay quiet? You shouldn’t have said anything in the first place,” I scolded lightly.

“I got tired of seeing him push you around. It ain’t right for anyone to be treated like that.”

Listening to his soothing voice, the warmth from his hands felt like home as they were rubbing against my cheek, soothing the bruise.

“You still shouldn’t have said anything. What if you got hurt?”

“But you did,” he said, raising his voice lightly. “I should’ve gotten punched in the face, not you. Why are you so stupid sometimes Y/N? Just let me-”

When I pressed my lips against his with my hands on his arms, I felt him relax under my touch, smiling a little when his hands gripped the sides of my face.

Unable to form words, he pushed me down onto the mattress and we began kissing again.

“I can take care of myself. Not all the time, but most of the time. And I know that when I’m not able to, you’ll be there for me, and I for you,” I surrendered. “Okay?”

Instead replying, he latched his lips onto mine and grinned like a 3-year old in a candy store.

“I like that…” he smiled.


I’m so happy that you enjoyed them! The women don’t get enough love, and I’m willing to provide.

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MERCY:
• She’s wine mom™ all the way.
• If there’s wine, she’ll drink it, but no one’s ever seen her drunk.
• Happy to see you, even if you’re plastered.
• Will start the conversation thinking that you where just buzzed.
• “Hello there!”
• “HUH? Oohhh….. Hi-hey ann…….aaaaangela.”
• She laugh and asks if this is a good time.
• “yess, there……you..you’re fun guy to talk…with too…and…..you’re hair….ooohhhh soooo pretty”
• “Oh, uh, thank you!”
• “aaannnddd yyyoouurrr face! I hate…. I don like…..geez, you’re sooo cute aaannnggggeeellaaa”
• She’s blushing and laughing at you, grabbing your arm and leading you out of the room.
• “I think it’s time for you to go to bed.”
• You wake up in your room with a headache and a note on your table from Angela asking you out.

PHARAH:
• She doesn’t drink, she never drinks.
• She spots you ready to get into a fist fight with McCree over some chicken nuggets.
• Jumps between you two and throws the old nuggets into the trash before either of you could stop her.
• Will call over her mom to watch Jesse.
• Makes you sit next to her so that you don’t start anymore trouble.
• Jumps when you try to hold her hand.
• “Your hand…..you….it’s SOOO soft”
• “I, uhhhhh….”
• “aawwwww…. You- your face…..LOOK red….mmmmmmm pretty face.”
• “Well, ummmm.”
• “ohhhhh….. I’m soorryyy…you’re…. I made….you uncomfortable.”
• You move away from her
• “NO.”
• “you sure??”
• “Yes.”
• She grabs your hand to punctuate her point.
• Your eyes are sparking and she gets redder.
• You two held hands for the rest of the night.

TRACER:
• She has a low alcohol tolerance, so she tries to be responsible and not drink.
• Has fun messing with the people who are drunk.
• This includes you.
• “heeeyyy…. HEY tra….leNA! Can….will you get me ano…some more??”
• “Some more what?”
• “The…uhhhhh….this one…”
• “What’s ‘this one,’ love?”
• “Drink…the..some beer?”
• “Haha, I think you’ve had enough!”
• It takes you a second to realize that she wasn’t getting more drinks for you.
• “aaaahHHHHH I see miss….smarty. Me…..TWO can play……”
• You make your way to a table nearby and stand on it.
• She’s a giggling mess telling you to get down from there.
• You wobble and fall off and she barely catches you.
• She cracks up and gives the cheesiest pickup line you’ve ever heard.

SOMBRA:
• Is the one who took you drinking.
• Keeps you upright and away from potential threats.
• Will still video tape you doing stupid things.
• “Som….sooommmBBBRRAAAA…letme….I gotta….I need to fight that guy.”
• “No way my friend. We need to lay low, remember?”
• “I don’t……he’s lookin at you….I don’t like him….or- or his….stuPID FACE.”
• “You jealous, pollito?”
• “no… He’s just…his face is stupid.”
• She teases you.
• “Just….c'mon….he needs….let me…one punch…on the faaaccceee.”
• “No, güey. How do you know he’s even looking at me?”
• “Wha….I…he…who wOULDNT?? You….you’re so….such pretty eyes. And, youre…I mean really??? But, you’re voice…aaaaaaaaa.”
• “Primo….. Do you have a crush on me?”
• “duh.”
• Taken back by your bluntness, but bursts out laughing.
• Sets up a date with you while you’re still confidant and then holds you to it.

ZARYA:
• Will not get drunk, she refuses.
• That being said, she can almost drink as much as Gabriel.
• Almost.
• Kinda acts like the bouncer if anyone gets too crazy.
• You where getting too crazy.
• She picked you up from under your armpits as you where about to hit Junkrat square in the gut because he owed you about five dollars.
• “That’s enough from you, tiny one.”
• “NOOOOO.”
• You reach up to her arms and pat them in dismay.
• She moves you to the door.
• “Wait….I can….I can tell you a secret if…..if I can….let me punch.”
• “No can do.”
• “pleeeaassseeee. If you….if you loved me…..I can go.”
• “And, if you loved me, you would stay.”
• “that….you…thATS NOT FAIR.”
• “Why is that, tiny one?”
• “because….. I love you.”
• She did let you stay after that, but under the condition that you stayed in her arms.

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I’m sleepy. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed! ( ̄▽ ̄)

#5 Auston Matthews

Requested by @rxsita-twd

Can you do one where you’re Mitch’s twin sis and like you’re at a game ‘cause you live in Toronto and Auston gets really hurt and Mitch gets attacked trying to defend him from more attacks and they have to get both boys off the ice (Mitch can still walk but Auston has to be carried) and you race there trying to find out if your brother is okay and Auston pretty much confesses his love for you to everyone in the room without realizing it because he’s pretty much knocked out? PRETTY PLEASE THANKS

You guys always have the best prompts and I love it !

Auston is a meme and I had to stop myself from writing ‘cash me outside howbow dah’

This took so long and i couldn’t figure out how to write the important bit.

Also focuses more on mitch than auston im sorry but sibling relationships are really important to me.

Pre-writing note: I bet this is gonna make me cry

Song suggestion of the day: Life worth living by Laurel

Warnings: I got no brothers but my cousin has acted as a stand in and I’ve been traumatised beyond belief so i think im good. He’s an embarrassment. LANGUAGE WARNING (its not that bad idk why i put it in caps).

Originally posted by werenskiz

“…and if someone in a Canucks jersey tries to talk to you, punch them.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief as you glanced across the living room at Auston Matthews, who was watching the exchange with an amused expression. “Mitchell, you’re only older by three minutes, stop trying to act like Chris.” you retorted indignantly, turning your attention back to your twin brother who was clattering around behind you in the kitchen.

“Well, in his absence his solemn duty, to protect you from all harm, now falls to me.” Mitch stated, a matter-of-factly as he walked into the room and plonked himself down beside you. Okay, you hadn’t been to a game in a little while, not everyone can have their dream job (or unlimited time off). That said, It wasn’t like you’d never been to a hockey game, you’d probably disowned (at least by your brothers) if you hadn’t. Still, Mitch was being a pain by trying to be overprotective and you hadn’t even left the house yet.

“That is not Chris’ job. At least he knows I can look after myself.” you muttered, throwing your legs over Mitch’s lap as you leaned back on the arm of the couch, watching him struggle with his tie.

“I’m being caring and brotherly.” Mitch whined, as you finally relented, sitting up to help him fix his tie.

“It’s a hockey game not a bar fight.” you retorted, glancing over at the only american in the room, yet again. “Auston, back me up here.”

“No, no, no. Illegal move. He’s my friend, you can’t use him against me.” Mitch protested indignantly.

“So I can’t be friends with Auston because you’re friends with him?” you retorted. “Sharing is caring, Mitch. Besides, your advice is stupid. I’d probably get more hurt than the person I was punching. It’s the easiest way to break your hand, you know.”

Mitch made a face. “You get my point though.” 

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes again. “Well, Vancouver wouldn’t be so riled up if you would just shut your damn mouth sometimes.” you retorted. Although he was taller than you (just), on the ice, your twin brother was both tiny and annoying. He was also very good but there was no way you were telling him anything of the sort.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Mitch laughed.

“The fun is not getting ten million phone calls from mum every time someone tries to fight you.” you replied, with a hint of annoyance. Truthfully you were more worried than annoyed. Mitch might be a pain but if anyone so much as yelled at him, you were prepared to fight them yourself.

“Not my problem.” he teased, but sobered up under your frown. “Don’t worry, that’s why I’m friends with this guy.” he patted leaned across to Auston’s knee. “he has a scary war face. I saw it one time when we played the ‘yotes” Mitch faked a shudder. “I didn’t sleep for a week.” Auston shoved mitch lightly at that.

you rolled your eyes. “Auston’s the possibly one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met, he couldn’t hurt a fly.” You glanced at Auston. “No offence?”

Auston shrugged and shook his head lightly, his cheeks tinted a light pink shade. “None taken.” Mitch laughed at this,waggling his eyebrows and making you elbow his ribs.

you nodded appreciatively at Auston. “Also, do not fight anyone for him.” you warned, glaring at your brother.

Mitch shook his head. “Stop being annoying. We’ll be fine. Now where’s your jersey?” he demanded.

“Right next to you, doofus. Are we going or not?” you replied.

In reply you received a jersey to the face.

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