so she can punish you some more

My boyfriend told me over text that he didn't know the Minotaur story
  • Boyfriend: I... I don't even know the story that well babe, I can't even say xD
  • Me: Okay so
  • Me: Poseidon gives a bull to King Minos, the best and shiniest bull you ever saw, and he's like "You can have this, but only if you promise to sacrifice it to me later" and Minos is like "Sure yeah okay man whatever" so Poseidon sends this bestest bull ever galloping up out of the salty sea spray, and everyone standing around is like "Hot fuck look at that bull" And Minos agrees, and he likes the bull SO much he decides to just quietly sort of...keep it. And he does kill a bull for Poseidon but it's one of his own, lame normal bulls, and Poseidon's no pushover so of course he notices.
  • Me: Poseidon is also notoriously easily angered, and he's royal pissed about this, so he comes up with one of the most devious punishments ever, and he infects Minos' wife Pasiphae with a desperate, DESPERATE thirst for the bull. Like she can think of nothing but getting some of that hot Bull D.
  • Boyfriend: ..........Thefuck.
  • Me: But it's hard to convince a bull, especially a divinely spawned bull, to fuck you if you are in fact not a cow but a human queen, so she comes up with a plan
  • Boyfriend: I thought some god comes down in bull form and fucks her??
  • Me: Ohh, no no no, that's the much much more tame story of Europa, who has sex with Zeus in bull form. This is different
  • Me: She goes to the best inventor she knows, Daedalus, and she's like "I need this bull to fuck me I NEED IT" and Daedalus is like "That's really weird maybe you should talk to someone" and she's like "I am talking to you and I am your queen so you better fucking make this happen for me I am going to peel my own skin off if I don't get some bull dick ASAP. But he doesn't want me because I am not fat, four-legged, and mooing."
  • Boyfriend: Oh..... oh no.
  • Me: So Daedalus shrugs, probably shudders a little, and builds the prettiest, most fuckable wooden cow a bull ever saw, but he makes it hollow, presumably with some openings in some awkward places.
  • Boyfriend: OH GOD. NO.
  • Me: So Pasiphae puts this monstrosity in the field with the bull, climbs in it, and waits. And Daedalus really is a skilled inventor, and he apparently knows what a bull likes, because Pasiphae finally gets the hot bull loving she's been dreaming of
  • Boyfriend: I........ I need an aspirin. That is disgusting.
  • Me: Only she apparently hasn't been tracking her cycles, because she gets pregnant, and births the minotaur and King Minos is like "What the fuck?" and Pasiphae is like "Honey I need to tell you something"
  • Me: And that is how it happened
  • Boyfriend: That is NOT HOW THAT WORKS
  • Me: Welcome to Mythology.

I LOVE YOUR EYES (Negan x Reader Imagine)

Summary: Y/N is the new girl at the Sanctuary with *Heterochromia. Negan meets her and fells directly in love with her. Y/N has a dog and she loves him until he dies one day and she is very sad. But there is our hero Negan. How will he react?

*Heterochromia is a difference in coloration, usually of the iris but also of hair or skin. Heterochromia is a result of the relative excess or lack of melanin (a pigment). It may be inherited, or caused by genetic mosaicism,chimerism, disease, or injury (Internet:)

(Hi, English is my third language but I tried my best. Sorry for possibly grammar or word mistakes)

Her sunglasses covered her eyes. Sunglasses in autumn and still in the Sanctuary?
This is nothing weird because she always had problems with her eyes. Actually, she had no problem herself, but the other people.
She was not ashamed, but she did not feel comfortable between many people either.
She could not take eye contact with anyone, because they always showed a shocked facial expression.
She always wore sunglasses outside, whether winter or summer. Because everyone looked at her in the Sanctuary, which was also quite normal because of the sunglasses, she decided to buy contact lenses with her points.

She collected extra points weeks long. She even gave up her food a couple of times. Now she had enough points and stood at the line.

Her dog (Coffee) was always with her. She had grown up with him. It was a friend and companion for her. She loved him. There were 2 reasons for this. He had never left her alone, he was always with her. And he had exactly the same problem with his eyes like she. She always thought he understood her more than other people. After half an hour, she finally came.

“Hello, I would like brown contact lenses, I mean if you have some of course?”

The woman looked at her

“You’re lucky, we just have one pair of contact lenses”

She gave her the contact lens box. A man immediately took her points. She smiled. Her points were gone but she was happy. Now she did not have to wear sunglasses anymore.
At that moment everything was too late.

Coffee was already in Negan’s room and even on his bed, but she had not noticed. Negan was deep and fast asleep. He was slowly awake when Coffee began to lick his face. He quickly opened his eyes and looked directly at the dog in front of him.

“Hey what’s going on?”

He said to himself and straightened up. When he realized what was happening, he began to laugh.

“Hey boy, who are you?”

He asked gently and began to pet his fur. And then he saw his eyes

“Hey, but you have nice eyes, I knew you were special because you came right in my room”.………………………………………………………………

“Thank you,” Y/N said kindly, taking her contact lenses.
When she looked down, she became panicked because her dog was gone. She was only 3 minutes busy and at that moment he just ran away.
She ran off at once. Her sunglasses on her eyes and her contact lenses in her hand. She went through the long corridors and looked around.

“… hey … where are you boy … Come on … Where are you hiding again … If you show up somewhere where you have nothing to do, we have a big problem …… ..hey hey …”

Her self communication was interrupted when she saw Negan’s door open. Her eyes became huge. She had seen Negan a few times from a distance, but they never really got to know each other. She knew that Coffee had gone into his room. She felt it.

It was 09:00 and everyone knew Negan was sleeping until 10:00. He never wanted to be disturbed. She walked slowly, toward the room and looked in. Her dog was lying on Negan’s lap. He stroked his fur.

“I like you boy, I think we will understand each other well, you are good”

When she saw this scene, she hid behind the wall. She had to collect her courage and take that dog out. He had woken the boss. Negan would probably never forgive her. He would certainly smash her with Lucille. She took a deep breath and tapped at the open door. Negan raised his head and peered directly into her face

“Sir, I’m so sorry I was busy for a short time and then he was gone, I’m very sorry" 

Negan looked at her and smiled. She looked hard at Coffee

"Come here, I’ll tell you only once,” she said sternly

The dog did not wait for a second and jumped out of Negan’s bed and went to her. He stroked her legs with his head and made softly sweet murmurs

“No, this time you should not excuse to me, but your boss deserved an excuse from you, that’s not to be a normal excuse, like I teached you, give your hand and be a gentleman,” she said to the dog  

Coffee went to Negan and gave him his paw.

Negan began to laugh loud
Y / N got scared. Had she done something bad. Negan gave the dog his hand and then stroked his fur.

“I’ve never seen anything so great in my life, what’s his name?” He continued to laugh


Negan raised his eyebrows

“Coffee?” she nodded

“How did you find this name?”

“I like drinking coffee,” she said, looking ashamed

Negan smiled

“Did you teach him all these things?”

He asked, looking at Y / N

“Yes, sir,” she said, trembling

“Come back and sit down,” she told the dog.

He did it right away

Negan got up and went to Y / N

“Sir, I can work for a few weeks without points,” she said, looking down

Negan laughed

“Why would you do that?” She looked at him

“Are you not angry?” She asked, shocked

“Why should I be angry, because you let me experience the best morning?”

“The best?”

Negan was getting closer to her.

Negan slowly raised his hands and held her glasses. He wanted to take it slowly as Y / N held his hand.

“Sir, please, do not do this to yourself. You don’t have to see this" 

He waited a moment, but did not stop and continued,

"Sshhh clam down”, he said reassuringly as she wanted to grab his hand again. He took off her sunglasses. Y / N looked down.
Negan touched her chin and made her look directly into his eyes. When he saw her differently colored eyes, he stopped like a frozen ice and looked into her eyes

“Wow,” he said spoiled

“A beautiful surprise”

He waited a moment.

“Are you wearing sunglasses because of that?”

She nodded,

“But why?”

“Strange things are squat for some people”

He laughed

“Whether you believe me or not, but I’ve never seen so beautiful eyes in my life before”

She was red in the face

“Honey what happened, you do not have to be ashamed, I am sure that a lot of other people said exactly the same thing”

She shook her head with watery eyes

“No they did not”

Negan sighed

“Then these people were definitely blind”

She smiled

“Hah see! I’ve managed to make you laugh”

He looked over at the dog and saw the similarity

“Oh, now I understand why you understand each other so well”

“He is the only one who understands me”

Negan suddenly felt a compassion, but then suddenly he saw the box in her hand

“What is that?” He asked curiously

“Nothing?” She lied

“Do not lie to me”

“Contact lenses,” she said, after she had waited a bit

“Honey you are incredible, you are beautiful …… come give it to me”
He tried to take the contact lenses and sunglasses away, but she held them tight

“Come on honey do not make the situation difficult”

They were in a fight. He tried to get it, but she did not want to

“Hey these are my things, you can not touch it,” she said in a loud voice

“Hey look, the quiet beauty, has found her voice again”

Negan had won.
He took the things and went to the window.
Y / N understood what he was up to

“No no you can not do this”

“Ou yes I can”

She ran to him and tried to get the things

“I’ve eaten nothing for these contact lenses for almost 2 days to collect those damn points.”

“You can still dream of it” Negan raised his arm so that she could not reach his hand. She was smaller than him.

“You are so mean” Negan quickly opened the window and threw the things out. Y / N even heard a splinter of the sunglasses 

Coffee was watching them

She became very angry

“What did you do??????”

“I’m trying to help you and you’re not even saying   Thank you? "He said, grinning

It all happened in a moment. She gave Negan a hard slap in the face and then what she realized it. She had given her boss a slap. Now she realized what she had done

"I’m so sorry Mr Negan, sometimes I can not control some things” She looked down

“If you want, you can punish me now” He pulled her to him

“What are you talking about ?, I am 50 percent mir indeed in you now

She looked at him shockingly


“What did you think sweetheart. A beauty like you, I would never ruin. I like strong woman ”


“Really honey … and I think you should visit me more often, that would be a pleasure for me”

She thought

“Come on, what is there to think about”

“OK why not?”

He smiled at her. 

The next day Negan was awake by a scream. It was y / n’s scream
He jumped out of bed and ran outside where Y / N voice came.
When he was outside, he saw Y / N. She sat on the ground and cried. As he went to her he saw her dog. He layed in her arms, bleeding and he was dying. She hugged him tightly and screamed. Simon was there too. Negan peered over at him

“What happened?”

“The dog ran between the walkers and was bitten … .it will surely die, we have to do it before it’s too late”

Negan looked at her and went to a sitting position Now he was right next to her. He stroked her hair.

“Honey come give him to me,” he said gently 

“No,” she said directly, hugging her dog her friend tighterher. Tears ran down her cheeks

“Honey come, let me help him”

“No,” she said angrily, peering in his eyes and tears on her face

“You will not help him, you will kill him, stay away from him”

Negan understood her. This dog had been her friend and now everything was over. Negan gave a sign to Simon. Simon went to Y / N and took her dog out of her arms with difficulty. She cried and tried to hold him, but Negan pressed her arms and she could not move
Negan was very sad because he did this, but he also had to think about their safety. He closed her eyes so she did not see this scene. Negan gave Simon a sign. Simon nodded and pointed his pistol to the dog. The last thing she heard was a shot, where she shrank and screamed. Negan hugged her directly. She was crying at his chest. Negan picked her up in bridal style and carried her to his room. He heard her sobbing. She slept in his room after a few hours of crying. The only thing he did was to watch her. She was so beautiful.

Slowly she was awake and opened her eyes.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said nicely and calm

When she saw him, she became a bit more relaxed, but she had not forgotten what had happened

“Thank you,” she said softly, peering into his eyes

“For what?”

“You saved him, I could not do that, and I would certainly have tortured him with that,” she said in a trembling voice and began to cry again

Negan hugged her lying down and stroked her hair

“Ssshhh, everything will be fine”

“I’m alone again” Negan looked into her eyes now and said in a serious voice

“You’re listening to me now, I’m never going to leave you, I’ll always be with you, no matter what eye color you have, no matter what a physical illness you have. My biggest wish is to look into these wonderful eyes the rest of my life”

Mark Imagine - Head Boy

A/N - I love writing AUs so much especially when they’re set in a fantasy setting like Harry Potter oml literally so fun to delve into another world like this. Hope you all enjoy this one! I didn’t add the friends catching them at the end just because I really liked how it ended and didn’t want to make the scene feel awkward from my bad writing lol

Can i request a scenario with mark I loved the ravenclaw one.. can you write where he’s headboy and Y/N is headgirl of Ravenclaw but they are very competitive so people think they hate each other but someone catches them making out?

Being the head girl of Hogwarts was something you were extremely proud of. Throughout your time at Hogwarts, you had been determined to do your best and become an amazing wizard. Being appointed head girl by Professor McGonagall had been one of your best memories since starting Hogwarts all those years ago and what pleased you even more was that another Ravenclaw had been made head boy. When you found it who it was though, that excitement quickly wore off. It was Mark Tuan, the boy you had been competing with since your first year at Hogwarts. When it was time for prefects to be elected, the two of you had been arguing and were insanely competitive about your roles. All the other prefects and Ravenclaw students had grown accustomed to it and no long tried to stop you both from arguing. It was always amusing though when a bright-eyed little first year saw the two of you fighting for the first time and ended up trying to break up the fight. Now that you were head girl though, you wanted to put that feud behind you and just be civil with him. Not friends, but acquaintances at the very least. 

“(Y/N)! McGonagall wants us to look after some second years who’ve been causing trouble,” Mark called over to you from the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room. You were in the middle of writing an essay and wanted nothing to do with these second years but knew that the headmistress would be after you if you didn’t go with him. Sighing, you sent all your notes back up to your room with a quick flick of your wand and walked over to Mark, not bothering to fake a smile. 
“Come on, smile! We’ll be spending the next hour or two together!” His teasing grin only made you scowl more. 
“Exactly why I’m not smiling. I wonder if one of these second years has some needles I can stick in my eye to help bear the next couple of hours with you.”
“So mean, am I really that bad?”
“Yes. Now does McGonagall want us to fetch them from her office?”
“Yeah, apparently this is her new form of punishment: make the head boy and girl deal with them.”
“I don’t see why she can’t just send them into the forbidden forest for an hour with Hagrid or something, that’d sort them out just right. Teach them more of a lesson than we could.”
“You don’t need to tell me, I can remember having to go in there for detention once with Jackson.”
“Ooh, I remember that! Head boy had detention, how naughty.”
“As if you’ve always been a golden child.”
“I’ll have you know, Mark Tuan, that I’ve never had a detention.”
“Oh please would you stop your bickering and come into my office!” McGonagall’s voice sounded from the entrance to her office. Neither of you could see her but knew from the tone of her voice that she was not happy.

Hours later the three second years were still with you and Mark. All five of you were just done with everything and wanted to go back to your dorms for the rest of the day but unfortunately that didn’t look like it was going to be happening any time soon. The three kids weren’t misbehaving or anything but were just incredibly bored of helping you two out. You’d got them organising some old student records that Filch had been complaining about being messy and untidy. Both you and Mark had started with helping them out but then left them to do it since it was their detention and not yours. Now that everyone had been stuck in the same room for two and a half hours, you were all pretty antsy. By the time you all finally got out of there, tensions were high and you and Mark stormed into the great hall bickering even worse than usual. A lot of people’s heads were turned towards you both, all too knowing of the fights you’d have. Things had been going well recently too but now it was explosive. Luckily there weren’t any teachers around to witness it all happening. As you sat down with your friends, Mark sat close by since a lot of his friends were close with your little group. As everyone chatted and ate, you and Mark spent the whole time trying not to look at each other, scowling whenever you did meet eyes.

“Okay, I have had enough of this! Why can’t you two just get along? I get that you’re both too competitive for your own good but please, just try and not shout at each other!” Your best friend said, sounding exasperated with the bickering. Mark didn’t say anything and just looked down at his plate, too embarrassed to address it. 
“Sorry guys,” you apologised before standing up. “Mark, I think you and I should talk things out for a bit.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you right now.”
“Mark, don’t be so bloody stubborn and just go with her. I don’t care if you two fight and argue but as long as it’s away from us.” Mark listened to her and got up to follow you out of the great hall. You knew that you shouldn’t argue so much because not only was it affecting your friendship groups, but it also wouldn’t do any good for your reputation as head boy and head girl.

As you found a quiet corner near the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room, that’s when everything got even worse. Now there was no filter on your words or his and all of your feelings were coming out into the open. You’d never argued like this before and you weren’t entirely sure why you were fighting or what even started this competitive feud between the both of you. There was an uncomfortable silence hanging over you both now that all the pent up frustration had been let out. You spoke quietly, not wanting to set Mark off again. 
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“But we always argue and fight. It only makes sense that you hate me.”
“Well I don’t, (Y/N). I know you hate me but that’s not how I feel about you.”
“I don’t hate you either, Mark.”
“Why do we always fight so much? If we don’t hate each other then why are we constantly bickering?”
“I don’t know but I know I don’t like it.”
“Me neither. It sucks, actually.”
“Yeah. I guess we are just too competitive.”
“It doesn’t have to be like that though. We can always work on things and actually try being friends?”
“I don’t know if that’ll ever happen, (Y/N). Some people just aren’t meant to be.”
“You make it sound as if we’re a couple or something. But we can try to at least be nice to each other.” Mark stepped away from you, his expression blank and cold. 
“No. We should just not talk to each other, that’s better for us.”
“No it’s not. Why are you backing off as soon as I mention the idea of us being friends? I knew it, you do hate me don’t you?”
“I told you I don’t hate you.”
“Then why are you so repelled by the idea of us being friends, Mark?”
“Because if we’re friends then it’s just a constant reminder that you’ll never like me back the same way I’ve liked you for years!” He shouted, tears seeming to form in his eyes. 

His sudden confession struck something inside of you. No wonder he often acted the way he did, finding ways to tease you or cause fights. So that he had a reason to avoid you and not become closer, only to be teased by his own feelings. You stepped closer to him, not saying a word and reached out to hold his hand comfortingly. Looking him in the eyes, you smiled at him before leaning closer to kiss his soft, warm lips. The kiss was brief and soft, a small exchange of pure, vulnerable emotion. You leaned back, not knowing where to go from there, only to have Mark decide things for you. He pulled you in closer and kissed you, much more passionately than before. You eased into the kiss and just let everything go. All that time bickering had felt wrong and uncomfortable but this. This. This was right.

PTA Sans time

I absolutely love this thing! I have noticed that some people are angry that the 3 main ‘villains’ are female and that they don’t get any character development for them. So how about this:

There is this new parent that joins the PTA and it is pretty clear pretty early that he is that completely ignorant type of person. He starts spewing some insensitive nonsense and Sans feels himself getting more tired because ‘Oh f*ck there’s another one’ and Hellen is silently nodding along.

At one point however he brings up something so stupid or ignorant (science being made up or bringing back corporal punishment, idk use your imagination) that even Hellen opens her mouth to protest.

Before she can utter a word though he turns to her slamming his fist on the table and yelling: “Shut up, WOMAN! You should know your place and keep your mouth SHUT!!!” The guy is a hothead and really aggressive (because what do you expect from a guy without respect for his fellowman) and actually tries to hit her. Sans quickly prevents it though and calmly ‘threatens’ that physically harming someone in public is largely illegal and he might get into some trouble if someone were to report him. 

Every other person there is absolutely horrified, Hellen feels honestly grateful and Sans is absolutely horrified that there are people that actually come this close to as evil as Chara was.

After the meeting Hellen, Linda, Diana and Sans just give each other this look and they go like:


“For now.”

And that is how the PTA truly came together for something, Sans and Hellen started watching each others backs and both teachers and students started looking up to check for flying pigs.

And so to little Dorothy (Dori), school time became the best time and her father Mortimer’s time at it  b e c a m e  a  l i v i n g  h e l l .

(Sans doesn’t have to be friends with them afterwards, but now you have an excuse for them to interact and get to know each other.)

“Try me”

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Agent-Reader

Title: “Try me” 

 Prompts/Request: “Anonymous: Can I request prompt 39 “Try me” for zpietro Maximoff? Thank you :)” || Prompt 39: “Try me” || MASTERLIST

Word count: 1517

Warnings: As usual: Language, and it kinda heats up at the end.  

A/N: I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’VE DONE BUT I’M NOT SORRY. Yes I used a Rumanian word instead of a Russian one for the Sokovian, I’m not sorry about it. This is… idk I liked it. Hope you like it!

|| I don’t own Pietro Maximoff AKA Quicksilver or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||

When they told her that she would be training with the best agents she didn’t thought that she would be actually training with the best agents. After spending some time with Agent May, from Coulson’s team, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. decided that she was going to spend some time in the freaking Avengers Facility to learn more skills with the damn Black Widow.

She was excited as hell.

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Five year plan

It had been five years since Bucky became Bucky again, since he’d left HYDRA, lived in Bucharest and been reunited with Steve. A year of that had been spent in Cryo freeze but it had been like falling asleep. It had been his choice and all of the doubt and guilt and hurt had been lifted from his battered shoulders as he was put to sleep in a Wakandan facility.
He’d woken up to Steve’s stupid face, his stupid grin splitting his face as he watched his best friend getting thawed out. Bucky had been furious, he’d looked at the calendar on the wall and calculated that he’d been out for just over a year – why the hell was Steve there and why wasn’t he worried about the beating he was about to get?!

It was a good thing that Captain America was a fast talker and that Bucky had been a little weak from the ice. They’d found a way to deactivate him. Not fully but enough that Bucky could be safe, could feel safe.
Months in a sort of rehab programme taught him to associate his trigger words with something else, they started with “Longing” taught him to change it’s meaning, to not let it make him tense and his heart stop. Things he thought were stupid, like writing the word down again and again and again, saying it out loud and putting it into conversations throughout the day, things that he thought were stupid but did anyway – desperate for it to work. They did it with every word until he could hear three of them without his mind beginning to shut down.

Steve was always there, always prompting him on memories and giving him any and all support he needed. They would train together like in the old days and even though Bucky was forbidden from missions that didn’t stop his friend from asking his advice on strategies. It was during his time in the facility that he met Y/N, she was one of the nurses there and she’d made him laugh. Whether it was her own clumsiness or her out sassing Steve, maybe the way she’d always touch him gently when passing by or the fact that she a little broken too, Bucky didn’t know exactly why but he liked her.

He’d talk to her about things he remembered, at first it was things from his previous life – how he met Steve, when he got in trouble for stealing candy and his father sent him to a boys camp to straighten him out, how some guy broke his sister’s heart and he beat seven bells out of him. He’d never talk about the Winter Soldier. Not until she stopped him mid story with a confession of her own, she’d told him about how she had drowned her younger brother because she’d been told to.

As a child she had been raised on a communal farm for some religious cult. How every day she would go to lessons that told her how to live, how to fix what was wrong with the world, how to dress, how to eat, how obey. From the day she was born she’d been conditioned by some lunatic calling himself a priest. Bucky had listened to her silently, listened to how her little brother who had only been six years old wasn’t cutting it for the cult and it was decided he had to die. That she had to be the one to do it or her entire family would be shamed. His sweet little nurse, at nine years old, had forced her kid brother’s head into a trough of water meant for the pigs until he stopped moving.
She’d told him not because she wanted to, not because she wanted him to feel sorry for her but to make him understand that it had been out of her control – it was her fault, she’d carry that for the rest of her life but she had been doing what she had been conditioned to do. She’d not had control of herself but deep down she knew she’d been wrong and got away.

Just like him.

After that he told her more, he shared more and got everything off of his chest, she’d let him cry and rage, she’d let him beat himself up about it but then she would ask, ‘Am I bad person, Bucky? I murdered my brother. I don’t deserve even a scrap of happiness, right?’

He’d always reply that, 'No. You’re an angel. That wasn’t your fault and you shouldn’t be punished – you help people and you deserve only good things.’

She would look at him with a half smile and say, 'Then why are you different?’ She would sweep his hair behind his ear and whisper, 'Why don’t you deserve happiness? No one can punish you more than yourself so let other’s make you happy.’
He’d understood it then. He was able to let some of it go, to forgive himself only a little and allow himself to smile a little more freely.

Five years felt like a life time to him, if he threw his mind back to six years ago he wouldn’t have believed he had been the fist of HYDRA, wouldn’t have believed that it was only such a short time ago. Bucky Barnes had found himself only a few years ago and already he’d achieved more than in his entire life – Frozen and awake. The pretty nurse he’d been fond of had become his girlfriend, she’d giggle when he called her his best girl, they’d go out, stay in, she’d yell at him for taking missions and he’d grouse at her about her late shifts. She hated that he went out to get shot at and he hated that she worked with men like him, mentally unstable and dangerous. She’d remind him that he was in control now, that he wasn’t unstable but in danger of her punching him in the groin if he didn’t wind his neck in.

She’d been there when his new arm had been installed, Y/N complaining that she couldn’t look after him anymore but he’d soon changed her mind by showing her what he could do with two hands. He’d married her. Only a small ceremony with their friends, Steve had cried all through it and the bride and groom had mocked him for weeks after – sending him boxes of tissues with designs of the Avengers all over them.

They had a simple apartment in Brooklyn, Mr and Mrs Barnes were delightful neighbours and that was probably one of the reasons that they were so forgiving of babies Sara and Maria crying all night. Another thing that had made the overgrown, blonde super soldier weep – they’d named one of their twins after his mother. Tony had been quiet when they’d asked to name one of the girl’s after his mother but he’d smiled in the end and said he’d allow it if he got to be godfather.

Bucky rubbed his daughter’s back soothingly as she screamed into his shoulder, he paced her up and down the hall whilst his wife did the same with their other child, though Sara preferred to be cradled in her parents arms whilst Maria liked being held against Bucky’s chest. 'I changed them both…’ he said almost apologetically to Y/N.

She gave him a tired smile back, 'And I fed them both.’ Her lips pressed to his naked shoulder as they passed, 'Also there’s sick down your back.’

'I know.’ He sighed and rocked his baby a little, nuzzling into the tiny tuft of hair on her head and asking her what was wrong. 'I think we need Frank.’

'Oh god, yes! We need Frank right now.’ They were perfectly synchronised in this baby routine by now, she passed him their daughter, making sure he had the two tiny bundled secure in his arms before jogging down the hall to find Frank. Bucky kissed both his girls and headed back into their nursery to carefully manoeuvre himself into the large nursing chair Clint had gifted them – he said they would need it and he was so right. He never thought he’d be using his skills as an assassin to get into seats without jostling a baby or two. Maria was still resting against him, crying loudly into his chest whilst Sara chorused a little lower in the crook of his flesh arm, that was until the soft voice of Frank Sinatra started to fill the room, the little portable player in his wife’s hand. 'They like vintage things.’

Bucky grinned at her then, tired from sleepless nights but genuinely happy as he commented, 'That’s why they like me best – I’m vintage!’

'Ugh! Dad jokes already?’ She sat on the arm of the chair, stroking through the once soldier’s hair and watching fondly as her babies began to calm, Sara yawned widely and wriggled into Bucky’s arm to sleep. Maria, however, decided that sucking against the cool metal of her father’s arm was better than wailing… he’d be cleaning drool out of the joints of metal for hours. She peeked at his face and saw that he really didn’t care, his affectionate expression was nothing but warm and she couldn’t be happier or prouder of their little family.

Five years ago James Buchanan Barnes would have laughed in your face if you’d told him he had a future.

Now he couldn’t wait for the rest.

Ask Negan Anything Q&A Special Responses

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Hello everyone! So for my 500 Followers special a few months back l decided to take your questions and let you guys ask Negan any question you wanted. The answers are finally done, and I hope you all enjoy seeing what Negan had to say to you guys! Thank you for those of you that participated and I’m sorry it took so long to get Negan’s butt in gear to answer them <3

The list is split into 11 SFW and 4 NSFW questions, with the NSFW ones at the bottom so you can skip them if you wish.

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but imagine the seven + reyna & nico in detention with umbridge

Percy: notices what the Blood Quill is doing, uses bloodbending (shhh he is Dark!Percy and knows how to do this) to keep himself from losing any blood, but when it really starts to hurt he breaks the quill, then gets up and storms out

Piper: walks in, when Umbridge tells her she has to write lines she charmspeaks Umbridge into writing ‘I am a toad’ with her own quill instead. Piper doesn’t know what the quill does until Umbridge has used it a bit, of course, but that doesn’t make her feel like stopping any earlier.

Jason: doesn’t visibly react for at least an hour of writing; he’s already resolved to not get detention again (because he’s Jason), so all the vengeance he goes for is viciously shocking Umbridge when he hands the quill back to her.

Frank: writes, wincing occasionally, but uses the sharp tip of the quill to carve ‘Just so you know, corporal punishment isn’t allowed at Hogwarts’ into the desk. He finds that this dulls the tip of the quill to the point that it can’t actually pierce his skin, and points out to Umbridge that it seems to have run out. She lets him go, since there’s not much more he can do.

Leo: pulls some nectar out of his toolbelt (he’s made a habit out of putting canteens of it in, just in case), puts it on his hand every so often, and later tells his friends that it was the most useless detention he’d ever attended.

Annabeth: scrawls a reply to Frank on the desk about why they can’t turn Umbridge in, then spends the detention instead composing a very long essay about why she was clearly wrong, with heavy sarcastic overtones. Her hand is a mess by the end, since she’s not just writing one sentence over and over, and she hurriedly gives Umbridge the quill and her essay, asks her to post the essay in every common room so the other students won’t follow her bad example, then runs to find a healer.

Nico: walks in accompanied by Jules-Albert. Umbridge faints. Nico looks at her, shrugs, and leaves.

Hazel: notices what the quill does, uses the Mist so that Umbridge doesn’t notice her switching out the quills and disguising her own quill as the Blood Quill. She sneaks the Blood Quill into her bag, then uses the Mist on the parchment so it looks like she hasn’t written anything. After a few minutes, she tells Umbridge that the quill isn’t working and she really does need some ink to be able to write with it. Umbridge tries to figure out why it isn’t working, grumbles about how she constantly needs to replace these quills now, and sends her on her way.

Reyna: notices what the quill is doing, keeps writing, then calmly asks Umbridge for a towel because her hand is bleeding quite severely and that desk has been through enough already. She continues writing after that until Umbridge is practically falling asleep. At this point, Umbridge, who wants to go to bed, asks if it hurts, but Reyna simply replies, ‘Not as much as having to suffer through your classes, don’t worry.’ She keeps writing, even after Umbridge gives her another detention. Once Reyna knows Umbridge has fallen asleep at her desk, she uses magic to multiply the amount of parchment that she’s filled. Then she steps outside the classroom and continues to do so until the walls, desks, chalkboard, floor, ceiling, and Umbridge are covered with parchment. She performs a Permanent Sticking Charm and leaves, quite contented with herself. The end.

anonymous asked:

More Jenna and fem reader

so happy you guys like it :-)

“Babygirl,” Jenna asks, rubbing your thigh, “Let’s go have some funnn.” she groaned. “Babe,” you laughed, “Josh told me to watch the soundcheck today to see the new visuals.” “Well do you do everything your boyfriend tells you to?” she pouts and rubs higher onto your thigh. “Well yeah, generally. His punishments don’t play around.” you laughed and held her hand in place.


“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” you mumbled between kisses as Jenna pushed you back on to the bed and stripped her shirt off. “You can’t? I can.” she giggles and crawls into the bunk and onto your waist.

She wastes no time kissing you, she smashed her lips against yours and kisses you with all her pent up frustration. “Fuck baby,” you groaned as she rocked her hips against you. “You better hurry.” you mumbled, moving her faster. She giggled as she started to suck on your neck, “You’re perfect, baby. Absolutely perfect.” she muttered, pulling your hair.

“YN,” Josh groaned coming on to the bus, “Not n-now, baby. I’m busy.” you called back to him, Jenna massaged your boobs and continued to suck on your neck while grinding against you. You moaned and ached into her. “Oh Jenna,” you grunted and panted.

“You girls are in so much trouble.” Tyler said, pulling back the curtain.

Drabble: Physical Therapy

Prompt fill: Here, let me help you. 

“Here, let me help you,” Felicity says, giving him a shit eating grin as she grabs the jar out of his hand and opens it for him.

He stares at her, unamused.

“You’re just loving this aren’t you?”

“A little bit,” she says, laughing at him. “What else do you need me to do for you? Bring the charcoal in from the car? Carry your bags up the stairs? Get the crock pot from the top shelf?”

She playfully lists off all of the things he gives her endless shit for needing his help to do. He knew that one of these days he would grow to regret giving her a hard time. Felicity doesn’t always get even right away, but she’s like an elephant. She never forgets a damn thing and she always gets hers.

“Well enjoy it while it lasts,” he says, poking her playfully in the side until she giggles and moves away from him. “Caitlin said the drugs will be out of my system soon and I’ll be back to full strength in a few days.”

“So I’d better take advantage, huh?” she says.

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cosmicjackass  asked:

What's it like to fight Josie in T7? Also what character do you hate fighting the most?

fighting josies alright for me, she has amazing offensive and defensive options but a lot of them have some reliable answers, so its easy to stop people who like to abuse her gimmicks/obvious stuff.

however shes also got some of the best counter hit and punishment moves in the game(all of which she can enforce hard if her strong pressure game is applied properly), so fighting someone who is skilled with her can get pretty rough if you arent on point. basically i think shes really good but also honest(except for her orbital heel that moves a kinda fucked up lol)

and atm hwoarang, paul, and feng are my biggest problem characters. ifyooumainthemdonttalktome

for RivaMika week

February 9, Day 1: Legendary Lovers
history has many famous lovers
the tale of Niu Lang and Zhi Nu

She is the daughter of the emperor, who often takes refuge from her duties in Heaven by descending to Earth.  He is just a lowly mercenary, a man who must work everyday just to eat.  When they meet, on the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar year, everything changes.  Unfortunately for them, not everyone is willing to accept these changes.

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Updated Requests

If you want to see the order in which the new requests were received and will be written, heck beow the cut. If you want to see what new ones have been added for specific characters, go to this URL and see the bolded ideas under character names.

You guys fucking killed it yesterday with a whopping 302 requests. There’s an entire section dedicated to Johnny Gargano right now. CHECK IT OUT BELOOOW!!

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anonymous asked:

Have you heard of/seen the movie Joyeux Noël?? It's about Christmas during WWI where both sides basically stop fighting for Christmas and meet each other and talk and basically hang out before the war started again the next morning. I totally see German nurse Clarke and British soldier Bellamy meeting and then reuniting after the war. Just something to think about if you wanted a WWI prompt :)

I went a little off prompt here, nonny, and I hope that’s okay.  (And before anyone asks…yes, there’s a part II and it’ll go up tomorrow.)

France, 1916

Clarke had long ago learned to ignore the sounds of shells.  They were a constant on the front, even miles back from the trenches.  The awful whistling sound they made before they blew men into pieces was burned into her mind, a constant reminder of the destruction all around them.  She hadn’t slept more than a few hours at a time in days and her head seemed packed with wool, fuzzy and slow.  

She moved between the beds of wounded and dying men and wondered if there was anything else in this world, or if all that was left was this; a few miles of muddy ground in northern France and and an endless stream of bodies and blood.  Ever since the offensive was launched in the bright sunlight of a French summer Clarke had been drowning in death, fighting through waves of the wounded until it seemed pointless.  It was now a cold, wet fall,and nothing had changed.  She used to keep track, to try and remember all the lives she failed to save, but now she just washed the blood off her hands and moved on to the next bed, attempting to stop the tidal wave of death with nothing more than bandages.

“Clarke, you have some French, right?” Harper asked.  She had the same haggard look as Clarke— all the nurses on the front line did.  She wondered if their whole generation had sinned so grievously that this was their punishment, war and death and death and war.

She blinked Harper back into focus.  “A little.  Why?”

“The ambulance corps picked up a French soldier by mistake.  I can talk about the weather, but—”

“I’ve got it,” Clarke replied.  “Where is he?”

“Back corner.  The doctors have already seen to him.”

Clarke moved towards the corner Harper had indicated, men groaning in a horrible chorus around her.  “Aidez,” a hoarse voice whispered.  “Aidez moi.”

Clarke stopped and crouched down.  “Je m’appelle Clarke,” she said, scanning his body.  He had bandages all up and down his right side— probably shrapnel.  He was no more hurt than most and better off than many, assuming he could avoid infection.  “Et vouz?

“Bellamy,” he croaked, and Clarke found a basin and a dipper of water.  She helped him sit and he slurped at it noisily.  His skin was ashy underneath his freckles and mud still spattered his face, his eyes glassy.

“Can I get you anything else?” she asked in her stilted, formal French.  She spoke more French than most of the hospital staff, but it was the French taught to a proper young woman who would take a tour of the Continent, not the callous, rough French of the trenches.  It marked her as different, but it was the best she could do.

His hand found hers on top of the roughspun sheet.  “My sister.  If I die— please, tell her not to worry,” he rasped.  He had a Parisian accent, his words almost too quick for her to follow.

This was common— most dying men had someone they wanted a nurse to write to; a sweetheart or a mother or a young son, someone to mourn them when they were gone. Clarke clucked her tongue and smiled because for once, she didn’t feel like she had to honor his request.  Not yet, anyway.  “I will, but you’re not dying today.  Get some rest and I’ll check on you in the morning,” she said, and he nodded, trusting her.

Clarke returned the next morning, and the morning after.  Bellamy could sit up by the third day, writing letters to his sister with the pen clutched awkwardly in his left hand.  There was a lull in the fighting and Clarke found herself spending more time with Bellamy than anyone else. Bellamy only spoke halting English, his voice was rough and breaking oddly around syllables, but in French— in French, he was almost a poet.  Clarke found herself lingering at Bellamy’s beside during her rounds, staying long after she had changed his bandages.  She found excuses to dawdle whenever she could, often helping him walk with a slow, shambling gait through what once was a posh manor house and now was just another casualty of war, pockmarked from shelling and stuffed to the gills with the wounded.  On those walks he would talk to her about his sister, or his studies, or anything but the hell they were living in.  Clarke in turn would tell him about her father, lost in the early days of the war, and her mother, a nurse back in England.  It was a rare reprieve in a world that had forgotten how to be gentle, a bright spot in a dull grey landscape.

It was during one of those walks that a French officer entered and Bellamy stood up as straight as he could, a crutch tucked under his arm.  They spoke rapidly— far too quickly for Clarke to follow— and Bellamy saluted the man as he left.

“There’s a spot for me in Rouen,” Bellamy explained.  He always took care to speak a little more slowly for her, and his smile turned wistful.  “A convalescent home.  I leave in a convoy tonight.”

It was what she expected, but when the French trucks rolled up in front of the hospital her heart ached all the same.  Clarke thought she’d forgotten how to cry, but now she found herself blinking back tears as she pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.  “I hope we meet again,” she whispered in Bellamy’s ear, and he bid her adieu with a sad smile.

Resolute, Clarke turned away and walked back into the hospital, back into the groans and cries of boys who had been sent to die for reasons no one could seem to recall.

She hoped against hope Bellamy wouldn’t be one of them.

anonymous asked:

Can I get an exo reaction to another member accidentally touching his gf's boob or butt please? I love your blog btw!! ^-^

“What a heel are You doing?!”

“Oh no You just didn’t”

*judging him*
‘Are You fucking kidding me?’

*Tao told him to not do it but he did it once again so he get punished*

*You kicked his butt*
“Haha and You thought she will fall for it?!”

“Your last wish?”

*Suho listen his excuses like…”
‘Yeah bitch tell me more..”

“What were You thinking when You did it?”

“Yah come here You little..”

“Okay I’m confused”

“Yah ejoy it while You can”

*on his way to beat some asses*

On the whole Megara thing - I get it, she’s not Meg from the Disney movie. Hercules wasn’t Hercules from the movie, either. Their stories were different. OUAT put its own spin on the characters just like Disney did - and arguably, OUAT’s version is closer to the original myth than Disney’s. In the original myth, Megara was a princess, Creon’s daughter. Creon gave her to Hercules as his wife, as thanks for his help. They had kids, and eventually she died (in some versions, Hercules is the one who kills her).

Just saying, the Disney version isn’t the only version out there, and it’s not the only version they’re drawing from for the show. I can see why they made both Megara and Hercules be scared and in need of help here - it makes Hades seem a lot more dangerous, when you have two characters who’ve been here for a while and have experienced his punishment being terrified of him and his creatures. And if they could handle themselves, they wouldn’t need Snow & Co, so the whole arc of this episode couldn’t play out. They could’ve just dealt with Cerberus already and moved on. This way, they tied into Snow’s flashback, didn’t detract attention from our main heroes the way some other guest stars have done in the past, gave our main heroes another main mission while forwarding the overall plot. And it also let Hook and Regina be sassy and devil-may-care while still making it clear that they’re all in very real danger and Hades is a very real threat.

I’m admittedly not hugely invested in the Disney versions, though, and I get that if you are or were expecting those exact characters, then maybe it’s a let-down. But I don’t think it’s fair to say that they “ruined” a character just because they didn’t stay true to the Disneyfied version. They didn’t do that with Snow White or Captain Hook, either.

Maybe you don’t like this version of the character(s). That’s fair enough. Please don’t let that ruin the movie characters for you, though. They’re still in the movie.

Robin Hook FF: Two outlaws walk into a bar...

A/N: A silly drabble inspired by my beloved yaytessamae, who just wanted to know what would happen if Hook and Hood had a little bro time at a bar…and is gonna get so much more haha. :) Robin Hook brotp, established CS - Outlaw Queen is still in the formative, mutual crush stage.

Words: 1175

Rating: T - sexual innuendo


Two Beers

“Does it still surprise you,” says Killian, “when you flip that tiny toggle and the glass bulbs illuminate?”

YES,” Robin replies, setting down his empty glass with a little too much enthusiasm. “This sorcery Regina calls electricity…brilliant. And it never runs out!”

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Klaroline + walking past a babies supply store. Person A, who is incapable of having kids, stops and stares into the window with a sad expression. Person B tenderly rubs their hand. Later, when they are at home, person B surprises person A with adoption forms.

Thanks anon, what an emotional but beautiful prompt, hopefully I can do it justice. I changed it a little to suit my story but I hope you still like it. I can only imagine how difficult this situation would be for any couple trying to conceive, so I hope I have treated this subject with the proper respect it deserves.

Haven’t Met You Yet

And I know some day that it’ll all turn out
You’ll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid that I’ll give so much more than I get
I just haven’t met you yet.”

Klaus recognised the gut wrenching expression on her face as she peered sadly into the shop window. He hated seeing his wife so upset and how she continued to punish herself for something that wasn’t her fault.

“Sweetheart, come on let’s keep going,” he urged, attempting to pull her away.

“No, just give me a minute,” she baulked, her eyes flickering over the array of prams in the window. Klaus shook his head trying to be patient but at the same time knowing this was killing her inside. If Klaus was being honest it was killing him too, not that he’d admit that to her. Caroline already felt guilty enough as it was.

Klaus had never even thought about having children, well that was until he met Caroline. He remembered it like it was yesterday.

5 years earlier: Delta Airlines Flight 2830 – Detroit (MI) to Pittsburgh (PA)

Excuse me, Miss?” Klaus said distractedly, his eyes scanning the seat row number before resting on her face.

Yes?” He was taken aback, not expecting her to be so beautiful. Her golden waves cascaded over her shoulders, her mesmerising blue eyes searched his curiously and he couldn’t help but think just how kissable her creamy skin looked. “Did you want something?” She asked. Klaus shook his head thinking how stupid he must have looked gaping at her.

You’re in my seat,” he said, gesturing towards the aisle marker.

I’m pretty sure this is my seat,” she argued, pulling her boarding pass from her bag and reading it carefully. “Yes it is, 7A.”

But I’m in 7A,” he shot back, flashing this gorgeous stranger his boarding pass.

Well it looks like we’re both 7A,” she confirmed. “Excuse me?” She asked the passing flight attendant. It looks like we’ve been allocated the same seat.“ She looked at both boarding passes before conferring with her colleagues at the front of the plane.

I do apologise for the mix-up, but it seems as if 7B is free so you can sit there, Sir.“ Klaus was not impressed, he didn’t do middle seats and he wasn’t about to start now.

I’d prefer the window seat if you don’t mind.“

Well, funnily enough so would I,“ she huffed. “I get air sick.”

Last time I checked you can’t open the window when you start to feel queasy.” He bit back, sarcastically. “Gee, sitting next to you is starting to sound like such a memorable experience.”

Fine, I like the view,, okay,” she admitted. “You wouldn’t rob me of that would you?” The flight attendant was witnessing their altercation like a spectator watching a tennis match, her head moving back and forth.

How about I go and see if I can find you an alternative seat,” she interrupted, making her way down the aisle.

You’re smaller than me, love,” he tried to reason, thinking just how cute she looked poured into those fitted jeans and blue top that brought out her now blazing eyes. “The least you could do is take the middle seat.”

You’d like that wouldn’t you? I reserved this seat when I booked my flight a month ago.” Klaus was trying to ignore just how stunning she looked all worked up.

So? As a frequent flyer I deserve the seat of my choice.”

Am I supposed to be impressed or something? I’m not moving, so I suggest you go elsewhere and annoy some other poor passenger,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

It was at that point Klaus began to like the idea of annoying her, especially if that meant he got to sit close to her.

Mr Mikaelson?” The flight attendant asked. Before she could continue, Klaus interrupted.

Turns out I’ll be fine with the middle seat,” he smiled, scooting across so that their arms were almost touching. “I wouldn’t want to be difficult or anything.”

Too late for that,” she muttered. “Just don’t speak to me, okay?”

I’m not sure I can promise that, love,” he teased, inhaling her scent, a mixture of strawberries and vanilla. Who knew that an argument over a seat would lead to a relationship and eventually marriage two years later?

They always used to joke about their first meeting and how they’d found their perfect match because their future child could sit between them on a flight so as to avoid further arguments. If only they knew then what was going to happen.

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Is it time to talk about what Margot wants?

What Margot wants is to take care of you, Mason. Dear. Just as you took care of me.

Finally managed to finish my piece about the Vergers-I so loved how the power dynamics changed at the end of Tome-Wan! By paralyzing n not killing Mason, Hannibal allowed Margot to be reborn from Mason’s ashes like a phoenix. Stronger and more radiant than ever with a whole new life ahead if she wishes so~ 

N this last scene between them was so intriguing ‘cause the way Margot spoke was between “Maybe I let it rest as you got punished severely.” and “But you know what? I think we can add there some more. After all, you took care of me so good. For so many years. " 

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