sitting on the top of a building

Bitten (Task Force X x Reader)

Originally posted by batmanreblogs

It was your party as the Task Force X. Today it was the anniversary of creating the Task Force and Amanda had let you, after a lot of persuasion and some extra missions, to throw a small party in your building.

Harley was like always in charge of the drinks, you were in charge for the music along with KC, Chato and Floyd were responsible for the food.

Tatsu and June decorated the place and Rick babysat Digger who wanted to be involved in everything but ended up on ruining whatever you had prepared.

Chato had to stars over the tres leches cake because Digger had dropped the plate. You had to buy a new CD since Digger managed to sit on the top of it and break it.

Harley ushered him away from the bar as soon as she saw him and Tatsu threatened to cut his hand if he touched any of the decorations.

The party soon started and booze ran endlessly. You didn’t usually drink that much of alcohol but tonight it was different. You celebrated not dying in these stupid missions.

At least this project had taught you to value your life more and it had helped you find even more reasons to bond over with these people who celebrated with you.

You were tipsy really fast and decided to lounge on the couch.

Digger and KC were there and talked and you just stood and listened to them.

“So your scales are all over yer body, mate?” you heard Digger say and you knew where this conversation was going.

“Diggy, drop it. Even just for today.” You warned him.

“Oh, okie.” Digger said and stopped for a moment.

“Why Killer Croc? It’s like a new model of crappy ol’ Crocs.” Digger finally spoke again.

You saw KC shifting uncomfortably as digger kept his ranting on.

Your mind was blurred and that’s why you didn’t think twice before sinking your teeth into Diggers arm.

“Oi! Little rat! What are ye doin’?” Digger yelled in pain.

“Biting away annoying people like you!” you said and stuck out your tongue.

KC was looking at you with wide eyes before understanding what you had just done.

Digger hissed and left from his seat, mumbling about being surrounded by crazies.

“You didn’t have to do this.” KC spoke.

“I wanted to.” You gave him a slurred smile.

KC hugged you tight and gave you a soft noogie, “That’s my pal! I am proud you, kiddo.”

If you’ve been to Oxford you’ll probably have noticed the statues of the Muses which sit on top of the Clarendon Building:

Designed by Nicholas Hawksmoor, it was built in 1712-1713 to be the home of @oupacademic until we took it over. In 1717 Sir James Thornhill designed and made nine lead figures of the muses to be installed on its roof.

In Greek mythology the nine muses were ethereal beings who protected the arts, but that wasn’t enough to save them from the Oxfordshire winds. Because the statues were not secured properly, the muses Euterpe - representing music and song - and Melpomene - representing tragedy - fell and shattered.

The missing muses were not replaced until 1974, when fibreglass replicas were made by Richard Kindersley from the original drawings.

We tied them down.

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Christmas Cookies

Originally posted by sebastianstahn

Summary: What better than to make cookies on a snowy day?

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just some major fluff

Word count: 771

A/N: this is actually kind of bad but I was having holiday Bucky feels so it was necessary. Enjoy xx

You sit on one of the various couches of the tower, watching as the snowflakes frosted over the tops of every building in sight. You shift, hugging your blanket closer to your body.

“Why’re you sitting here all by yourself?” you crane your neck to look at the source of the voice, though you already know who it is.

“Care to join?” you offer, patting the cushion next to you. Bucky offers a smile and sits by your side. You extend your blanket out and he slides underneath. The warmth of his body immediately causes you to sink into his side.

His cheeks are rosy and you can’t tell if it’s the weather or the close proximity of your bodies.  

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” You question, eyeballing a particular snowflake, trying to keep it in your sight but eventually lose it amongst the thousands of others. They swirl in the wind, creating lovely patterns.

“Yeah it is.” He whispers. But when you turn to him, he wasn’t looking at the snow, he was staring at you. A smile plays its way onto your lips as you look back out the window, snuggling deeper into his side.

You sit there in silence for what seems like forever, just content in each other’s presence.

“Wanna do something?” Bucky asks after a few more minutes. You stare at him as he raises an eyebrow at you. “Like what?”

He thinks for a second before answering, “Make cookies?”

“Bucky do you even know how to make cookies?” you giggle as he leads you to the kitchen. “My momma taught me when I was real young. I don’t remember much, but I’m willing to learn again.” He grins.

“FRIDAY, will you pull up the best recipe for sugar cookies?” your voice resonates through the vacant kitchen and FRIDAY projects the sugar cookie recipe by the oven.

“You get the ingredients, I’ll find cookie cutters!” you smile walking to the giant pantry. The cookie cutters were in a tub under a shelf. You collected as many holiday related cookie cutters and walked back into the kitchen, your hands full. You set them down and turn to Bucky who has all of the ingredients laid out in organized rows.

You and Bucky waste no time and begin to throwing the ingredients into a mixer. Bucky tells FRIDAY to play his playlist, and 40s music fills the kitchen.

Bucky’s eyes sparkle as you swipe flour onto his cheek and he dusts some on your nose. You roll out the dough, both cutting out a plethora of different shapes.

Your personal favorite was the snowflake shape, and Bucky liked the snowmen.  You stick them in the oven, patting your hands together, flour flying off them. Bucky mimics your actions before reaching his hand out to you, “May I have this dance, doll?”

You can’t stop yourself from grinning as you nod your head, placing your hand in his own. He twirls you once, your giggle swirling with the music.

He hums along as he guides you along the floor, his hands barely grazing your skin, but eliciting warmth throughout your entire body. Your dancing is cut short as FRIDAY notifies you that your cookies are finished. Bucky is reluctant to take his hands off of you but moves to retrieve the cookies.

You dash to the fridge to remove a can of icing. You set it on the counter, then grab sprinkles.

Decorating the cookies has always been your favorite part. You lather every one of your cookies in a hefty layer of frosting. You watch Bucky as he intricately layers each cookie with a precise amount of icing. Though he isn’t able to avoid making a mess of his hands.

You smirk as you smear icing on his nose, looking back to your cookies as if you hadn’t done anything. Bucky playfully glares at you before smearing icing on your cheek.

“Bucky!” you mock gasp, “You’re gonna have to get that off for me!”

He looks at you quizzically, “Only if you get mine off for me.”

Without thinking you lean up on your tiptoes, licking the icing straight from his nose. He scrunches his nose and his cheeks become a shade of red you didn’t think possible.

“Your turn.” You wink as he leans down, licking the frosting from your cheek.

He looks down to his hands before smearing icing on his lips, “I think you missed a spot.” Your heart hammers out of your chest, staring at his mouth, you close the gap between the two of you.

And let’s just say, the cookies were long forgotten. 

Imagine teasing Deadpool.

You look up at your apartment building and immediately see the loud mouth merc sitting at the top of the building, feet dangling over the edge.  Rolling your eyes, you head into the building and up the flight of stairs to your apartment carrying a brown take out bag. You walk inside and grab two beers from the frig, head straight out the window and up the fire escape.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you hop onto the roof and see Mr. Deadpool himself.

“Yo, Wade!” You call out as you come up behind him.

“Hey hot stuff. Fancy meeting you here.” You can hear the smile underneath his mask.

“Yeah, strange meeting you up here. Not like I don’t live in this building, dumb ass.”

Wade laughs, patting the spot next to him. Luckily, you were not afraid of heights, so you take a seat next to him on the wide ledge.

“I got beers and food,” you pass a beer to Wade.

“Tell me those are tacos in that bag.” He reaches for the bag, but you quickly move it out of his reach.

“I’m only giving you five this time, jerk.” You warn.

“Stop teasing, you’re giving me a major boner.”

You peer at his crotch, squinting, “Nothing major about that.”

“Ouch, you hurt me. But it’s true.”

You laugh and hand over the tacos to Wade.

“You are too good to me,” He lifts his mask just under his nose.

“You’re telling me, Wade.” You tease not paying much attention to the scarred skin that was showing. It didn’t really faze you much, but you hadn’t seen his whole face yet. Sipping from your beer, you devour a taco in two bites.

“Damn, you swallow fast!” Wade exclaims, stuffing a taco in his own mouth.

“Show me your face and I’ll show you my swallowing skills.” You nod to his mask.

The voices in Wade’s head yell at him to do it, because it had been awhile since anyone, but himself had touched his dick.

“Deal.” Is all he says as he pulls his mask off. You set the taco in your hand down and give Wade’s face a once over. His scarred skin didn’t really gain a reaction from you, instead you blink once and shrug.

“Eh, I’ve dated uglier dudes.”

Wade’s brown eyes actually softens as he set his mask down and takes a sip from his beer, smiling to himself.

“I showed you mine, now show me yours.” Wade smirks up from his beer.

“Okay.” You swing a leg to straddle the ledge and face Wade looking deep into his eyes. He wiggles in his spot turning to face you, waiting for you to make a move. So you open your mouth and move your head down toward his crotch. And when Wade becomes visibly excited, you reach down for the taco next to you, stuffing it whole in your mouth. Quickly you chew and swallow it, beaming with laughter.

Wade grins widely, “Oh, you fucken tease! I’m touching myself tonight!”

A Christmas Miracle

(gif credit to the creator)

Prompt: “Christmas proposal.”
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 665
Warnings: blood, gore, angst, fluff
A/N: Just a little Christmas oneshot with Sam! Be on the lookout of the Dean Christmas oneshot tomorrow! Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback is cool :)

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The Bird

Requested Imagine: You’re dared by a fellow Dauntless to spent the night on top of the tallest building with Four and a tent.


  • 559 Words
  • Four (Tobias Eaton) x Reader
  • No warnings, maybe some cursing.

You walk over to the edge of the building and look down, taking in the scenery. It’s so beautiful as the sunsets, going down so the moon could rise. There were a few Erudite children below, but even they quickly vanished with the sun.

Four set up the tent, pitching it and weighting it down for the night. Blankets were sitting in a pile outside, waiting to be made into a bed. You wonder how long before Four was out like a light. He always struck you as the type to doze off anywhere.

“I can’t believe this is our damn dare.” You say, walking over and tossing him the blankets inside, letting him set up the pallet. “To sleep on the roof? Such idiots.”

“Yeah…” Four mumbles and fluffs up one of the pillows. He sets them down and makes a bed, one facing north and the other facing south. You tilt your head.

“Why are you setting it up that way?” You ask, stepping aside for him to get out and stretch a little bit. You hear the faint pop of his back.

“So we can sleep?” He glances sideways at you then walks over to the fire, poking it with his foot. It was a pretty chilly night, but nothing a few layers couldn’t help. Again, you wonder why this was your dare.

“Hm.” You let it go, thinking that’s just how Four was. He was funny, precise about certain things. He had his own way and you knew you couldn’t do a damned thing about it, so you let him be most of the time and just did your own thing, knowing it didn’t bother him in the least.

Four gets the fire really going, the flames licking the air. He sits with his back to the edge and you hold in a laugh when you remember he’s afraid of heights. The poor man nearly had a panic attack on his way up here.

You scoot closer to the fire to get warm. Four rubs his arms and you see him shiver a bit. Feeling guilty, you reach inside the tent and grab a blanket. You walk behind him and drape the fleece around him, making sure he was covered.

No words were exchanged, but the look he gave you was enough. His eyes held so much power, so much story. They twinkled at you, the smallest smile playing at his lips. He looked down at the fire again.

“Sorry it had to be me you were stuck with.” Four starts up after you take a seat on the other side of the fire. “I know you wanted it to be Maxwell.”

Suddenly you felt tense. You glare at Four and turn the corners of your mouth down. “Excuse me?”

“He was very vocal about his feelings. You do share them, don’t you?” He looks up at you, almost teasing you with the look in his eyes. You narrow yours. “I forgot, you don’t like guys.”

“I don’t like Maxwell.” You state.

“According to him, you do.” He smirks at you and you couldn’t help but shake your head slightly, holding up your middle finger and playfully glaring at him.

“I don’t care about that asshole, Four.” You huff.

“I know. I like to see you squirm.”

You knew you saw his eyes twinkle again.

Namjoon: Confession

Word Count: 990
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Summary: The first of a mini series I’ve started, creating small scenarios for each member, revolving around their love confessions for you! I hope you enjoy it, send feedback or requests my way here!

Taehyung | Hoseok | Jin | Yoongi | Jungkook | Namjoon | Jimin

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“It’s just… You can feel so alone in big cities; you just get so easily lost.”

“Ah, particularly with your height, yeah?”

His shoulder knocked sideways into yours before his raised his beer, initiating a cheer. You rolled your eyes at him as a smile involuntarily sneaked up on your lips before you took a hesitant sip.

“Oh, come on, Joonie. Don’t tell me there’s not something comforting about the familiarity of a small town.”

The two of you were sitting on top of the roof of their building, drinking as you watched the Seoul skyline. His cocky smile faded as his face straightened, his eyes remaining on the buildings beneath you. His long legs were dangling off the side of the buildings, his arms resting on the fence pole that justified two drunken young adults sitting on the edge of a tall building.

“I don’t know, Summer.” he shrugged, “There’s something comforting in the anonymity of a big city as well. Unless you’re in my particular situation, it’s so easy to find time for yourself here.”

You frowned as you pondered, taking another sip from your beer. Summer wasn’t even your name, you know? He had called you that since you met that summer in the park, when you clumsily stumbled and spilled your lemonade all over your dress. He rushed to you, forcefully fighting off a stubborn smile as he assured himself that you were okay. The rest was history, the only thing important thing being that you smelled like summer to him and that stuck for the time being. You had been best friends ever since, him helping and guiding you through various obstacles in life. He had been your rock for a year now, the two of you celebrating your one-year anniversary on a rooftop with shared drinks.

“But you’re not in that situation” your brows furrowed with frustration, “there’s no anonymity for you here. Don’t you miss the golden pre-debut times in your little neighborhood and everything that was comfortable?”

He almost choked on his beer as you finished your sentence, his eyes widening with shock and disagreement. He chuckled lightly before licking his lips, his eyes now binding with yours.

“Oh, Summer, your naive demeanor never fails to surprise me. You didn’t want to know me before my debut, trust me on this one, yeah?”

His smile grew larger as your eyes grew even larger with confusion, your innocence fascinating to him.

“But I don’t know… I don’t really feel alone that often. Do you feel alone?” his brows furrowed with worry as he looked at you, your eyes now fixated on your knees.

“Oh, it happens, Joonie. I don’t have a lot of other people but you. I left my family as a doe-eyed teenager, thinking that there was only joy and glory to be found in the big cities. However, it seems that not all that glitters is gold.” your voice grew quiet towards the end, making you seem very small.

“Do you ever regret it?” his eyes carried a sadness along with hesitance, a fear in his voice that he didn’t want to hear the answer.

You looked at him, a pause as your eyes met before you broke out a smile.

“Of course not, Joonie! Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.”

He smiled timidly, unsure if you knew what effect you had on him. He had helped you through a lot of breakups and picked you up from lousy dates, making him too shy to ever try to flirt with you. He thought it was better if he just remained a good friend to you.

“You know, I have to admit…” he shifted slightly, his face showing a discomfort, “You’re a key ingredient to not feeling alone.”

“How so?” you fluttered.

“You’re just always my source of happiness. Even on the days I don’t see you, I don’t have to do much else but remind myself of that confused, Bambi-legged girl in the park, spilling her lemonade all over her dress as she cursed to herself.” he broke eye contact, taking a larger sip of his beer as he felt his involuntary confession approaching. His palms were sweaty, fearing that he had already crossed a line with you.

You smiled shyly, a blush apparent on your cheeks.

“Have you ever been in love?” you asked courageously, smiling as you gazed into his Coca-Cola colored eyes. He blushed, his face straightening with fear.

“I think I have been for a while now…” he smiled back as he tested the waters. Love was diffusing in the air, a part of you unsure if it was the alcohol painting a picture for you.

“With who, may I ask?”

“Some ridiculous girl, it doesn’t matter.” he chuckled cockily, pushing you away teasingly.

“Who is it?” you asked, obliviously.

“A dork I met last summer in a yellow dress.” he replied, his voice growing more careful with each surpassing word.

“Joonie…”

“Ah, don’t say it.” he smiled as he anticipated your rejection, “I’ve helped you through enough relationships to know that you’ve never had interest in me. I get to watch you and hear you laugh, that’s fine for me, really.”

You looked at him confusedly, a hurt painted in his eyes. It was then that you reached your hand out to him, putting the other hand around his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss. It was careful, your lips only just caressing each other before he realized what had happened and the kiss deepened.

“Why’d you do that?” he muttered against your lips, your faces only an inch away from each other.

“Because I’m in love with you, too, idiot.” you smiled against his lips before you engulfed his lips again.

His courage grew with time, his hands travelling to your waist and then to your hair as his tongue danced with yours. He tasted like beer. You tasted like summer.

Caged - Epilogue

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2336 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

Part 39

The black silk of your dress was cool against your skin and the light draft in the staircase gave you goosebumps. You were sitting on the top step, enveloped by the cold December air that had sneaked its way into the building through cracks and crannies, but you didn’t mind. The ballroom you had spent the last few hours in had been hot and stuffy, and you welcomed the opportunity to cool down your thoughts and your body. A smile played on your lips as you dipped the spoon in your hand into the ice cream cup that you had taken from the buffet and brought the chocolate-y goodness to your mouth. When you heard the heavy metal door being pushed open, you hurried the motion, well-aware that your precious peace and quiet were about to come to an end.

“You should go back inside. People are looking for you.”

You chuckled at the familiar words, even though it had been over a year since you had last heard them. Still smiling, you turned around and smiled at Jungkook.

“Five minutes?”

He sighed in fake exasperation and walked over to where you were seated. He took two steps down before sitting down next to you. His suit jacket stretched across his shoulders and arms as he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs.

“Five minutes.”

“Thank you. Do you want some ice cream?”

“Noona, this is not the-”

“Oh please,” you interrupted him and shoved a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Jungkook rolled his eyes, but then he smiled and licked his lips. His right hand reached across and landed on your right forearm, his thumb gently tracing the scar that had faded into a white mark.

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How To Help Your Human Build Shelves - A Guide For Cats From Molly The Cat

So your human appears to have brought home a box…


First check it does not contain another cat or a dog.

Next snuffle the instructions, sitting, rolling or chewing on them will create a frustrated noise of happiness

Ensure that the building is going well, sitting in said object seems a pretty good way to do it.

Remember to pout when they tell you you’re to big for the drawers… I am not to big the drawer is to small!

Refuse to move once they are almost done and claim it as your new home.

Ooohh fluffy tail!!!!

Sit proudly on top of your humans creation and do not allow them to move it where they would like, you have earned this new seat!

Shut the fuck up, Parker (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can you do an imagine where spiderman and the reader are enemies when they’re “working” but in the day, they’re mutual and one day spidey has to get her out of trouble because she gets drugged and taken sry for English it’s not my main language :(

A/N: This is like 1800 words and pretty angsty, so you can get popcorn if you’d like hahaha! Hope you like it!


‘’Have you finished the Chemistry project?’’ Peter asks as he sits next to you on top of a building.
‘’I’ll do it when I get home’’ you say, trying to find somebody doing something bad, bored of waiting.
‘’I can help-shit, look over there’’ he says quickly, putting on his mask and pointing at your left.
Turning your head, you see a group of 6 men surrounding a boy around 18, a gun in one of the man’s hand. Just as you are about to go over there with Peter, the radio on your waist makes a sound.
‘’NYCPD, we have a robbery with hostages at the bank in front of Central Park. Robbery with hostages at the bank in front of Central Park. At least 20 men with guns’’ a voice says.
You look at Peter, knowing what he wants to do.
‘’We don’t have time, Peter’’ you whisper. ‘’We have to make it to the bank now.’’
‘’What about the boy? He is going to get beaten’’ he says, looking at him. ‘’You can take care of the bank.’’
‘’Peter, there are 20 men at the bank. The boy will have to make his way out of it’’ you hiss, mad at your best friend for always wanting to save everyone. ‘’There are hostages, Peter.’’
‘’Well, then wait for me to help the boy and we’ll go together!’’ he says, getting nervous. ‘’Stop being so damn selfish and doing only what you want! It doesn’t even look as if you tried to save people, only get a good reputation! Not helping that guy makes you as responsible for what happens to him as the people who do it!’’
‘’You know what? Forget it. I’ll go alone. Good luck saving that stupid boy’’ you say, extremely mad, before using your powers to teleport to the rooftop of the bank. Getting inside really quietly, you look around and see around 30 men -more than what the police expected. You already know you aren’t going to make it out unharmed if Spiderman doesn’t arrive soon, but you can’t wait. There are at least 20 people being held as hostages while the robbers take everything they can, searching for even more information on the computers.
You teleport behind a man and hit him in the back of his head, making him pass out, and you take his gun while putting a finger to your lips telling everyone to remain silence. You teleport back to where you were before, trying to decide what to do. Just as you are about to leave your hiding spot, somebody grabs you from behind and kicks you on your back, making you fall to the ground. You groan and cough, blood leaving your mouth. You try to teleport, but the man hits your side one second before you do it. You try to breathe slowly, then, but you know you have to rush if you want to save the hostages.
Regaining strength, you manage to take down 13 men in 5 minutes, teleporting constantly from place to place and surprising them from behind. You are tired and you wait for Peter to arrive, but he doesn’t, and that also makes you worry.
As you take down other 2 men, Spiderman swings inside the bulding, kicking 3 men on his way. Between the both of you, the robbers are quickly on the ground and the police enters the building, helping the hostages.
You know one of your ribs is broken, and you can feel a huge bruise beginning to form on your side. You are still spitting blood, and after teleporting for so long, you know you are gonna pass out in a few minutes.
‘’Hey, [Y/N], I’m sorry I didn’t-‘’ Peter says, pulling you apart from the crowd around the hostages and the police. People are taking pictures of the two of you, and before even giving him a chance to finish his sentence, you teleport back to your house, passing out just as you touch the ground.

The next morning, you wake up sore, your body hurting everywhere. You get ready for school, putting a bandage around your whole body to help the rib and applying some ice to the bruise. You notice a huge bruise covering the whole side of your face, already purple. You decide to wear a hood to school that day, knowing no matter how much foundation you apply, it will still show through.
Saying a quick bye to your parents, you make your way to school, walking slowly as your legs are still sore, not wanting to teleport in fear of passing out again. You tend to get Peter to help you when you get more beaten up than usual, but you are still mad at him for leaving you alone and being rude to you the night before.
Right as you reach your locker, you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch. Turning around, you see Peter, a worried look on his face.
‘’Are you okay?’’ he says, trying to find your eyes under your hood.
‘’Well, I have a broken rib, a bruise covering half of my body and probably a broken nose,’’ you say with a fake laugh ‘’so no.’’
‘’What?’’ he exclaims, removing your hood before you can stop him. He takes a step behind, surprised at what he sees. ‘’How did you -oh my God, I’m so sorry’’ he whispers. You put your hood back on before anybody else sees you and walk to class, Peter by your side. ‘’Are you mad?’’ You don’t answer and keep walking, saying hi to some of your friends, eyes on the ground. ‘’Look, I understand that I should have gone earlier, but I had to help that guy. It’s not my fault that they beat you up.’’
‘’Shut the fuck up, Parker’’ you hiss. ‘’It’s not that. I don’t care about my face. I care about you being an asshole. That boy probably deserved what was coming to him. Let me guess -he bought drug and didn’t pay for it’’ you say. When he doesn’t answer, you know you are right and scoff. ‘’And while he was being stupid and you were helping him and I was fighting and getting my ass kicked, I was hoping that somebody who had practically called me a horrible person wouldn’t be in danger. You didn’t even apologize.’’
You make your way through the crowded hallways, leaving Peter standing there, and walk straight to class, avoiding him for the rest of the day.


Leaving school and not waiting for Peter to walk with you, you start your way home. You start to hear footsteps behind you, and before you can even teleport, something hits the back of your head and makes you pass out.

Opening your eyes, you find yourself inside of a cage and tied to a chair. There is a man right in front of you, and as he walks closer to him, you find him to be the man that kicked you the day before.
‘’Hello, sweetheart. You remember me, right?’’ he asks, his voice rough. You try to teleport, but your powers aren’t working. You start to panic, fearing you will be stuck in there forever. ‘’Nice cage, huh? It retains your powers so that they don’t work -although you have probably guessed it by now’’ he laughs. ‘’You should wear a better mask, by the way. It fell so easily when I hit you last night -such a shame to have such a pretty face ruined. I didn’t think you’d be so young.’’
You look around, trying to find an escape and finding none.
‘’Where am I and what do you want from me?’’ you ask, trying to untie the knots securing your hands.
‘’You are still in Queens. I hope your friend will come and save you, since he would be a nice addition to my new collection. And as for what I want from you -I only want to know how you got your powers’’ he says, looking directly at you.
‘’I was born with them’’ you whisper, realizing there is no way Peter is going to find you. Fear is starting to run through your veins as you realize you are probably going to die that day.
‘’That I do not believe, pretty girl’’ the man says, entering the cage. He slowly runs a finger down your face, pressing on the bruise and making you flinch.
‘’Take your hand off of me, weirdo’’ you say, trying to sound sure and serious.
‘’Talk to me with respect’’ he says, and just as his hand is about to hit the bruised side of your face, a web is stuck to it, stopping it.
‘’The lady said to take your hands off of her’’ Peter says, as he swings inside the building.
You let out a strangled breath you didn’t know you were holding and Peter quickly defeats the man, rushing over to you and untying your hands.
‘’Hey, hey, [Y/N], are you okay?’’ he whispers, holding your face in his hands with so much carefulness, it almost makes you cry. He takes off his mask, his eyes full of worry as he looks at you. ‘’I’m so sorry. I-I thought you were gone and I hadn’t apologized for being a dick and I-I thought I would never see you again and I was so scared’’ he says, a few tears in his eyes. You press your forehead softly to his, tears in your eyes as well. ‘’I understand you. I understand that you work for the big cause and that sometimes you need to leave something behind to do it. I may not think that is the right way, but I understand. I’m sorry I didn’t before. Please forgive me.’’
You put your hands on his cheeks, caressing them with your thumbs.
‘’I forgive you, Peter. It’s fine’’ you say softly. ‘’I thought I was gonna die -I was so scared, and the only thing I could think about was that you thought I was mad and that you didn’t know I love you and I-I don’t want to hide it anymore’’ you say before kissing him, him kissing you back.
It is a short kiss, since Peter doesn’t want to hurt you, and when you pull apart he smiles softly, his cheeks red.
‘’I have always wanted to do that’’ he whispers, his breath against your lips. ‘’And now let me take you home, you are way too tired to teleport right now’’ he says before wrapping his arms carefully around your waist and swinging off the building, leaving the man webbed up to the ground for the police to arrest him.

Too Smart or Too Stupid?

One of our cats figured out how to open the door to our staircase (we live on the third floor of an apartment building) and got out. He went exploring in the rest of the building, and wound up in the basement.

At the end of his adventures, I suppose he couldn’t figure out how to get back up to the apartment, so we found him sitting on top of our laundry basket downstairs, meowing super hoarsely. I guess he could smell us and hoped we’d come back.

I’m so very very glad he’s safe and didn’t find his way outside!

Smashing Glass

SuperCorp
Rating: K

Kara was not having a good day. Her newest metahuman threat just had to have super strength. And he had managed to get his arms around her and launched her flying into the top of a building. And of course, it had to be LCorp’s main office building as the pair had been fighting on a nearby rooftop. And of course, she had to go flying into Lena Luthor’s office, smashing through the glass and rolling onto the floor.

And of course, Lena Luthor had to be sitting at her desk while all of this happened. Kara’s cheeks managed to turn a shade of red that she didn’t know existed. “Oh my god, Supergirl. Are you okay?” Lena asked the hero, concern lacing her voice, as she stood from her desk. Kara struggled to stand up after a hit like that.

“Yeah.. yeah, I’m fine. Thank you, Ms. Luthor.” Kara managed to gasp out as she caught her breath. “I’m sorry for… barging in like this.” Kara said, a little embarrassed. After all, the metahuman had just sent her careening into the office of the woman her alter ego happened to be dating.

“Please, call me Lena.” Kara nodded.

“Well Ms. L… I mean Lena. I should be going. Thank you for the concern.” Kara said, awkwardly saluting the CEO before flying out the window. She’d almost feel bad for smashing it if she didn’t know for a fact that LCorp could easily replace it. Kara fumed to herself, hurtling towards the metahuman who managed to ruin her day.


Lena Luthor wasn’t expecting a certain superhero to come crashing into her office, quite literally. But she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. She could tell the Kryptonian was a little embarrassed. The business CEO thought it was quite cute in reality. Like how little puppy Kara Danvers thought she was sneaky in hiding her secret. It hadn’t been a chore to find out the truth.

When Kara had come into her office with Clark Kent she knew something was up. Clark Kent was one of the most celebrated reporters in Metropolis. Kara Danvers was seemingly a nobody from CatCo. There had to have been an outside connection besides the media business.

Lena knew that Lex had suspected that Clark Kent was Superman. But he could never prove it. The younger Luthor herself, though, she was under no obligation to have proof other than her own eyes. Some people might be unwilling to see past the clumsy news reporter. But Lena knew better. The similarities between Clark and the Man of Steel were too much to ignore.

And when she expanded her search into Kara Danvers, she found it quite easy to make the connection. And in fact, she had confirmed it during the gala. Kara Danvers showing up. Lena questioning her about Supergirl. Getting distracted and Kara running off, only to see Supergirl appear? And then Kara miraculously showing up again when Supergirl had flown off. No, Lena was not a stupid or unobservant woman.

Lena was just waiting for Kara to come out as it were herself. She didn’t want to pressure Kara into telling her. She didn’t feel like that was fair. Lena had her own share of skeletons. Her mom was the head of Cadmus for God’s sake. Something that she had tried very hard to keep from Kara. She didn’t know how the alien would take it. Her own girlfriend’s mother trying to destroy aliens.

Lena shook her head. She decided to go back to work.


“Ms. Luthor, Kara Danvers is here to see you,” Lena smirked, before telling her assistant to send her up. Lena checked the clock. 8:00 PM. Lena sighed. Kara was probably coming up to tell her to stop working. And she really wanted to. But this paperwork had to get done.

She looked up at Kara pushed the door open. She seemed to be okay all things considering. She had just thrown through her window earlier that day. “Hey Lena, how’s your day been?” Kara asked, stepping into the office and pulling up a chair next to the CEO’s desk. Lena smirked a bit.

“Besides Supergirl being thrown into my office, fairly uneventful.” She shrugged, gesturing to the patch over the window that one of her maintenance men put there until the window could be fixed; before going back to reviewing the contracts on her desk.

“Supergirl? What happened?” Lena chuckled at Kara still playing dumb. But, for now, she played along.

“Some fight with a metahuman I think? I’m not really sure, we didn’t get a lot of time to talk.” Lena replied to the reporter. “Maybe something you’ll look into for your next lead.” She teased. “Anyways, are you up for dinner? I’m ready to be done for the night.” Kara nodded, as she always did when it came to food.

“Yeah, where did you have in mind?” Lena shrugged. She was still fairly new in National City and she enjoyed following Kara around to all the little hole in the wall spots that the reporter knew.

“You pick.” She said, returning her focus back on her paperwork.


I wrote this a long time back; when I was first starting to get into SuperCorp. It’s a really kind of fragmented fic and I don’t really have a desire to go anywhere with it, but I wrote it, so I figured I share it on my Tumblr. It was supposed to be the beginning of Busted but I didn’t like how I wrote it for that particular story, so I had scrapped it and started again. But since I keep most of the things I write… 

The Ghost of Juice Ortiz - Shades Alvarez |4|

“I’m afraid you’ll be late.”
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Everything was like a blur. One moment everything was completely fine and then the next everything was completely out of control. You remember diving to the floor as you was shoved away from the windows. A body coming over top of you to shield you from whatever it was that was blasting through the windows.

Sound of glass shattering as crackling thunder filled the air.

And then it went dead silent.

Someone grabbed you and you were brought to your feet. Being dragged away from a building and in a adrenalin rush high. You almost couldn’t see straight as you was being led toward a vehicle and being shoved inside.

The next thing you remember was sitting in a chair beside a table, your mind finally coming to focus as it pieced together every little detail that had happened…

And then your remembered.

You had went to Pop’s that night making your usual delivery when instead of going in like normal, you were stopped suddenly in the middle of the street. Your eyes wide as some man stood in your way.

“You can be here.”

He told you. You were startled and confused for a moment. And that’s when you saw him.

The man in the shades.

“What the hell is she doing here?”

You heard him ask the other man that had just rolled up on Pop’s doorstep. The other man shook his head as if he was suppose to know what you were doing here.

You helped the basket of Baked Goods close to you. Realizing that now was not a good time for you to make your delivery that your grandmother had baked for both Pops and Luke.

“Run along little girl. You’re in the wrong neighborhood anyhow.”

He said eyeing you up and down as if you were a piece of meat. You narrowed your eyes and looked up at the man disgusted. Nearly ten years of handling assholes out in Charming didn’t faze you with this man that blocked your way.

“How about you move before I make you move?”

You snapped back, causing the other two to hear you. The man standing before you laughed, he must have found that rather funny.

“White girl’s got bite to her huh? Maybe I should put your little crackerjack ass into place?”

He said coming a bit closer to you, you still refusing to back down.

“Enough!”

The voice snapped from behind the man. The two of you turned around to see Shades standing there.

“Get back.”

He ordered the man. He gave you one last look before he walked away. You watched him leave till your view was obscured by the man in the shades.

“You need to get lost.”

He said, his voice deep and threatening. You scrowled wrinkling your nose at him. You had to admit, he may have looked like Juice, but he was definitely not anything like the man you once loved.

“What are you doing in front of Pop’s?”

Your question only caused him to step forward. He wore his shades even in the dark making you wonder how the hell he could see anything at night.

“I ain’t tell you again. Get the hell out of here. Run back home, kid. I’m afraid you’ll be late.”

He told you. That instantly pissed you off. You took a step to the side and around him as you made your way toward the store front. Whatever they were planning wasn’t good.

“I’m taking things into my own hands!”

You heard someone yell out as they passed in front of you, making you stop dead in your tracks when you seen the semiautomatic being pulled from their coat.

After that everything seemed to be slow motion.

You being grabbed from behind as you were thrown back and to the ground, being placed in the car, and now ending up here in this darkened room sitting at the table.

“Y/N?”

The voice snapped, causing you to blink and see the man with the glasses looking at you. You looked at him, recalling the events that happened tonight. Pop’s place had got shot up by the man with that gun. The same place that had you left your grandmother’s house ten minutes earlier as planned you would have been in the cross hairs of the bullets.

You let out a shaken breath as you shook your head and looked over at the man.

He was just looking at you from behind the glasses. Those damn glasses angered you so fucking much.

“Take them off.”

You grolwed. When he didn’t move or reply it only cause you to fill with much more rage than before.

“Take them off you son of a bitch!”

You screamed this time, slamming your hand down on the table as you gave him a look that could have killed him.

He sat there for a moment longer before he raised his hand and grabbed the side of his shades. Slolwy he pulled them away and you felt your heart stop beating at that moment.

It was Juan Carlos Ortiz.

eastern massachusetts gothic
  • The men and women are staring at you with pupil-less eyes.  Their hoodies are emblazoned with New England Patriots logos and some sort of dark, sticky spray.  It looks fresh.  You know what they do to people who aren’t part of the Patriot Nation.  “Go Pats,” you say.
  • You’re driving to New Hampshire to buy fireworks.  The highway is surrounded by trees.  You keep driving.  The sky darkens.  You keep driving.  Are there more trees?  You keep driving.  You have been driving for hours.  The trees are getting closer.  You keep driving.  You have been driving for hours
  • Everybody knows the rhyme about the light on top of the old John Hancock Building.  Steady blue, clear view.  Flashing blue, clouds due.  Steady red, rain ahead.  Flashing red, get into the nearest building.  Barricade the doors with whatever you can find.  Sit motionless in the corner and breathe as shallowly as you can.  It will be over soon.  It will be over soon.
  • You go to Dunk’s.  The unsmiling girl at the counter hands you your coffee.  You can see the street through the glass doors.  You step through to leave and find yourself in Dunk’s.  Surprised, you turn again and open the door, stepping through into Dunk’s.  You scramble backwards through the door into Dunk’s.  Staggering to your feet, you turn to the counter.  The same unsmiling girl is there.  One of her eyes is orange, the other pink.
  • Tourists walk through the Granary Burying-Ground, looking for the graves of Sam Adams and Paul Revere.  They don’t question why there are iron gates at the front of the cemetery.  Locals don’t question why the gates look bent outward, as if something had been pushing at them from the inside.
  • You can find the most interesting things in the mud when the snow finally starts to melt at the end of March.  Waterlogged phones.  Stray keys.   Lost earrings.  Human teeth.  Wow.  A lot of teeth, actually.  You know what that means: it’ll be a hot summer this year!
  • You’re used to the reenactors wandering around giving tours.  You don’t think much of it anymore when you see people in tricorn hats or colonial dress.  Those particular ones look a little dingy, though.  Their red coats look old.  There’s mud splashed up their legs.  Where’d they find mud on cobblestones?  Nice job on the muskets, though, they look almost real.  So do the spreading red stains.
  • Oh, the Great Molasses Flood?  When a vat of molasses broke and flooded the North End?  Haha, yes.  Isn’t that funny?  21 people died, you know.  They say on a hot day you can still smell molasses in the North End.  They say that’s definitely what those sticky dark stains on the pavement are.  I wouldn’t even worry about those.
  • The tourists at Plymouth Rock always look disappointed.  It’s so small and unassuming.  They expected more.  You walk past them on your way to get an ice cream.  As you walk back, you notice there are fewer tourists.  The rock looks bigger, though.
  • The electronic signs on the highway are amusingly self-aware.  “Be smaht, buckle up.”  “Use yah blinkah.”  The further you go down the pike the funnier they get.  “Wicked bad storm comin’.”  “The dahkness waits foah no one.  Make sure yah sͥ̅t̆ảy̽͂̒̒͂ ̿̈ͬͨ̐aͦ̀w͂̑̑̆̒a͗̿ͪ̅̑͊keͣͤ͗̓.”    “Hͫͨͤ̑ͬͣe̓ͯ̔ ̔îͭͦ̚s̑ͩ̈ͫ ̒̌͂ͮͩ̇͆c̉ͩ̽õ̉ͬ̏̇ͧm̎̿ͣͣ̐ͫ̄i͗̚n̉̈̐́͊gͩͩͤ.͋̋ ͫͯ͗̈́̅ ̒̌̈H̍ͤeͮ̆͑̐̓̏ͦ ͌ͯ͛̒̚ĭ̐̄̍̀s̀ͥ̿ͥ͂̚ cͦ͊ͧo͛̿̄̑͗m̤͓͕͇̜̃̑ͬͩͫ̒ͬī̫̥͙̖͓̎̊n͇͔ͮgͨ͆̈.̫̬͔͕̅ ͇͚̝͙̩ ̱̒̄̐ͦͫ̍̅Hͤ̇͗̿ͭ҉̰͚̣Ȩ̤̭̳͖͖̫̩ ̶̻̦̻̳̝̮̯I̜̟S̺͍̼̯͔ ̜̻̲͓̝̳͎̆ͩ͒͊͌͢H͚̣ͯE̳̪͋͑ͧ͂͂A͓͖̙̤̾ͫH̑ͅ”
This Little Game

Pairing: Kara Danvers/Cat Grant
Rating: Teen

Kara stands in the middle of Cat Grant’s bedroom. She would sit, but she doesn’t feel comfortable touching Cat’s furniture without permission, especially after how badly she violated Cat’s trust earlier that week. She’d flung her boss from the top of a very tall building and–she hardly wants to admit this even to herself–almost flown down to save her. Knowing that she was under the influence of a mind-altering drug is one thing; forgiving herself is quite another.

Which is why she’s standing so uncomfortably in Cat’s inner sanctum. In order to make things right, she needs Cat’s forgiveness.

The room is contrary to her expectations in most ways. Yes, there is a suitably sized bed likely covered in sheets with an impossibly high thread count. However, there are also personal touches around that Kara hadn’t expected: a jewelry box propped open with a dainty ballerina on pointe within; a child-sized handprint pressed into a clay blob on the bedside table; and a small ragged elephant stuffed animal propped against the pillows. She can almost hear Cat’s explanation that powerful people don’t get to where they are by forgetting where they came from.

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SERIE: Top 5 green roofs worldwide

The City Hall rooftop garden

Chicago’s most famous rooftop garden sits atop City Hall, an 11-story office building in the Loop. First planted in 2000, the City Hall rooftop garden was conceived as a demonstration project - part of the City’s Urban Heat Island Initiative - to test the benefits of green roofs and how they affect temperature and air quality. The garden consists of 20,000 plants of more than 150 species, including shrubs, vines and two trees. The plants were selected for their ability to thrive in the conditions on the roof, which is exposed to the sun and can be windy and arid. Most are prairie plants native to the Chicago region.

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anonymous asked:

[dabs] gencio, multiples of five but starting from 2 (like.. 2,6,11, ect ect) pretty please!!

Who is the big spoon/ Who is the little spoon?

Genji is the big spoon! He wasn’t Lucio to feel safe.

“Genji has deflect for a reason, it’s because he likes to protect people.” – Actual Real Genji Shimada

Who would have really deep emotional thoughts at the middle of the night/ Who would have them in the middle of the day?

I think Genji would be sitting on top of a building, ignoring the payload, thinking about whether or not video-games count as art. Lucio’s still thinking about dolphins, albeit on the payload itself.

Who likes horror movies/ Who likes romance movies?

Lucio loves horror movies, especially cheesy ones where he see boom mics or wires in the background. Genji loved horror before joining Overwatch, but has gained an appreciation for romantic films over time. He’s a crier.

Who is scared of thunderstorms?

Neither but Genji did get hit by a bolt of lightning once in Nepal and swore Never Again

Who has an obsession (over anything)?

Lucio, with his giant collection of frog picture books, frog plushies, and other frog-related paraphernalia: “Guys?? I love frogs??” 

Who likes to eat healthy/ Who loves junk food?

Lucio’s gotta eat enough yummy stuff for the two of them.

Who is more affectionate?

I think Lucio would be at first–this would be Genji’s first relationship in a while–but after enough time had passed and he felt more comfortable he’d not only be incredibly affectionate but love public displays of affection.

Who is the social media addict?

They both are–Lucio’s gotta stay on top of all his tour stuff and Genji’s constantly connected to the internet.

Who cries during sad movies?

GENJI.

Who has the longer food order?

Lucio, mostly because I don’t think Genji can eat…

EDIT: Actual Real Genji Shimada broke into my house and told me he shoves junk food into any storage compartments his body has and eats them constantly.