so we can start it all over again

langst prompts

why am i like this

-Lance dies to save everyone else but they don’t know he’s dead and they’re all complaining over the comms like, “ugh, Lance why can’t you ever listen, we’ve been calling you back for the past 10 min” and “you were supposed to be over here?? Can’t you do anything right” and so that’s the last things he hears

-Lance is in the healing pod again, and once again everyone is distracted when he gets out and so he wakes up to, “Lance just can’t stay out of the pods, can he?” And everyone’s laughing and so he feels like he’s failing the team bc he gets injured the most

-Lance notices that Keith is Shiro’s favorite so he thinks maybe if he learns to act more Keith-ish Shiro will like him too (and then the team figures out and tells him they like him to just be Lance and he takes it as the team believing he can be nothing more than “just Lance”)

-slowly, Lance stops flirting with Allura, but she doesn’t notice and continues to treat Lance like he’s always flirting (constant sighs as he opens his mouth and her telling him to leave him alone and such)

-someone says they’re sad, so the team comforts them. Lance opens his mouth (to say he can relate) but the team assumes it’s gonna be a joke so they tell him to shut up

-Haggar uses magic so everyone temporarily forgets Lance and also makes him invisible so he has to watch everyone ignore him

-as a prank, someone locks Lance in the airlock and he just can’t stop freaking out

-Lance getting thanked by a random alien and he just breaks into happy tears and the team is like, “????”

Someone pls write one of these I need itt!

We are playing in the Underdark and the entire team is not only untrustworthy but besieged with madness and wild magic surges. The cleric is now compelled to kill, but the rest of the party doesn’t know that.
We are fighting the last enemy and the warlock gets hit by a wild surge fireball centered on herself.

Warlock (ooc): That’s two failed death saves. One more and I’m out.

Paladin: Aw man, I’m out of spells.

Cleric: *quietly* I can heal her.

(Characters murmur in agreement)

Warlock (ooc): Oh my god, you’re character is crazy and is gonna kill me, isn’t he?

Cleric (ooc): No one knows that!

(Much arguing later)

Cleric (ooc): I walk over to [warlock], start chanting, and divine radiance beams down, and BOOM I set her in fire again.


Our very benevolent DM didn’t let anyone die and made us all drink a love potion so we’d stop fighting. The cleric is still tied up though.

this is why hiveswap excites me

When hussie actually fuckin gives it to us, all the big gamers will do lets plays and people will watch and want to go play and you cant fully understand the game and the references in it without reading homestuck first so those people will go and read homestuck. It will become popular again. there will be a whole new generation of fans. theyll go lurk on youtube and find all the broadway karkat songs and we’ll have hundreds of newbies screaming the lyrics to karkalicious at cons. theyll go make their own cosplays and maybe now we can have more than 50 homestuck cosplayers at con meetups. theyll all go through the bucket joke phase. theyll start saying gog and jegus. theyll all swoon and drool over karkat and have fights about whether gamzee and eridan were bad characters or not. theyll all go look for faygo and tab in their local stores. we’ll have a whole new generation of homestucks doing what we used to do and im so excited for the wave of nostalgia for the 2012 homestucks who went through the first wave of it

but what excites me the most is that there will be even more new homestuck artists, fansongs, cosplayers, inside jokes, and more. there will be MORE. ntm theres gonna be new stuff relating to hiveswap too, so twice the new content from fans!! idk this stuff just really excites me because i came in late, april 2015. i missed the time when homestuck was popular. now ill finally get to experience it and it makes me so happy

hiveswap will be the homestuck fandoms resurrection i can feel it. itll be alive and well again :D

Boss!AU - Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 2.5, Part 3, Part 4

Time for the final part! This is actually my favourite part! It’s more fluffy than the other parts and I can’t leave the characters alone for too long so I’m sure we’ll dip in to the universe in the future again! I hope you like it - thank you for all the lovely comments I’ve had since starting it x

“Harry?” You speak down the phone after arriving in the office. It’s like a blizzard outside, raining and windy, and the last thing you need is your phone ringing when you’ve barely taken your coat off. You have his spilt hot coffee over your hand, and your clothes underneath are wet from the rain too; not quite the same weather as New York just last week. Harry had let you take Thursday and Friday off as a thank you for working the previous weekend so you’d spent the past four days with your phone switched off and holed up in your flat with takeaways and movies in between sleeping off the jet lag.

Your flat mate had flittered in and out in between seeing her boyfriend and she spent most of her time at the weekends with him now, which you were more than happy to see her do (and it gave you the flat to yourself), and you hoped you might have the same soon, if Harry would only make up his mind about whether he wanted something serious or not. You understand he has more to think about than most men his age, with his four year old son in the picture, and being the number one priority in his life, obviously, but you’ve decisions to make yourself. On the screen of your laptop is a draft contract from one of Harry’s rivals sitting in your emails, all you have to do is read through, get back to them with any adjustments, sign it, and you’d be free to sleep with Harry without fear of anybody finding out and frowning upon it.

Shit, it did sound sordid when you put it like that. Sleep with him? Be his assistant-with-benefits?

“Hey…” he sounds breathless, as if he’s running late. “Listen, I wouldn’t ask yeh if I didn’t need to bu’ I need a favour from yeh?”

You sigh, placing the coffee on the desk and pulling your hair away from your neck, the phone safely nooked between your shoulder and ear as you did so, and tried to do open up the place as he speaks. “What is it?”

“Sam’s sick.”

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I really hope that Qrow’s semblance while teaching does really mundane things like

1"Alright. So, can anyone tell me the answer to—" bzzt “God damn it the lights again? Someone get the candles…”

-At least one student trips over the same spot on the floor every few days

-“Mr. Branwen I tried to email you my paper but it wouldn’t go through.” “You and like ten other people, I’m just giving you all As.”

-“Okay, I keep telling you to unload lava dust before you come in here because if we burn a hole through the carpet again because it started leaking the janitors will have a fit. No water dust either, we don’t want mold.”

anonymous asked:

Hi! If the ask box is open can i submit a request? What if after Ardyn's defeats the chocobros s/o has a teenage hunter who falls hard for them because they were kind to him when no one was. He compliments them, looking at them like they were the only in the world, but even if they politely dodge his affection, one day he confess he loves them so much pratically in tears. With the chocobros in earshot. Reactions?

Gosh dangit, I did it again guys. I began writing all four bros but started with Noctis (as per usual) and here we are over 1,000 words later and I’m too exhausted to write the other 3 atm. They’ll follow soon I promise but dang I wanted to get this posted. Dn’t hat me

(FYI, we’re assuming Noctis survives the battle of Insomnia)

—Leigh


Noctis

At first he doesn’t think much of it: the flirting, the not-so subtle passing touches, the doe-eyed looks— I mean, the kid’s a… well, kid— probably seventeen at the oldest.

You explained upon his return from his ten year absence that you had practically helped raise the kid like a little brother. But it didn’t take Noctis long to figure out that what you considered “sibling affection” was an entirely different concept for the boy. Perhaps a little less “sibling” and a little more “affection”.

Knowing that the kid was harmless as it was no more than the puppy love of a child, Noctis took to teasing you about it instead.

“He’s a bold one, I’ll have to give him that,” he’d grin, leaning in to steal your lips in a kiss. “Hitting on the King of Lucis’ girl.”

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The Red Days // request

Request: “Can u pls write an imagine where justin is soo horny and y/n is on her period so he gets a little annoyed and they end up cuddling and watching a movie”

WARNING: Light sexual content which shouldn’t hurt you but be careful still

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“Justin, we can’t. I’m not on that mood plus I’m-” I looked him and sighed but got quiet when I felt tip of his nose against my neck. It sent shivers all over my body, and usually that was the moment when I started melt to his ideas but this time it wouldn’t happen.

It was that time of the month again.

“C'mon baby” he rub his nose against my neck and kissed it slowly. “Can’t you feel it how hard I’m for you already? Don’t be a tease” he murmed to my ear and gave a lick to my earlobe. “You don’t want that daddy gets mad, right? Don’t you remember what happened last time.

Memories were clearer than ever but I didn’t still accept his wish. “Justin, no” I said and stood up the couch when I got myself off his grip. He groaned frustrated and looked me.

“Sometimes I don’t understand what you want” he said which made me giggle. “I’m sure that you wouldn’t want wash those sheets anyways so.. trust me, it’s better to wait now” I said and kissed his cheek before I sat back on the couch with an apple on my hand.

“We always wash our sheets after that so what there would be so special this time?” he chuckled and grabbed a piece of apple from my hand which I had just splitted. “Because it’s that time of the month again..” I finally told to him and he got quiet.

“Oh, are you on your per-” he was ready to make sure but I just nodded before he could finish his question. He stood quiet. “I’m sorry” I mumbled and pressed my head against his shoulder. “It’s okay.. I just-” he sighed but then kissed my hair in the end. “It’s okay”

I knew that it wasn’t but I could nothing to that God had given to women as great gift (mark the sarcasm) as period. I pulled his arm around me and closed my eyes. “Let’s cuddle” I said quietly and he looked me a moment.

“Please” I whispered and looked him in the eyes. “Okay” he finally whispered back and pulled me sit on his lap before he wrabbed his arms around me. I followed his act and did same.

“Are you in pain? Do you want me to go buy you some ice cream or something?” Justin asked to me. I shook my head and giggled. “No, I don’t want get more fat anymore. I have eaten too much already” I tapped my full stomach and felt how another cramp hit me. I hid it with a big smile.

Justin chuckled because he knew that I was lying about the fact, I didn’t have pains. “You’re not fat, baby” he mumbled and kissed my cheek. “It’s okay to eat, I do that too” “Yeah, but you don’t get fat, dumbass” I pushed him on chest.

“Lies, don’t you see all that fat” he leaned backward and pulled his shirt up. I shook my head and looked him. “Liar” I smiled back. He just rolled his eyes to me. “But hey, c'mon now. I want just make you feel better, okay? What can I do for you?” he groaned and moved his hand over my thigh.

I would have wanted to move it away but I let it be there still. “Let’s just chill, okay? Let’s have a nice, lazy Saturday and do nothing” I finally answered. “Whatever you want” he kissed my cheek.

He stood up and went to our bedroom. When he came back, he was keeping our blanket on his hand. “Would you like to watch some movie?” he asked after he had handed my blanket to me.

“That would be nice” I mumbled against my pink blanket. “Which movie?” Justin asked and opened the box where we kept out movies. “Titanic” I said quickly. Justin looked me back asking. “You sure?” I just nodded. “Why not?” I decided ask back because he seemed to be unsure about my answer.

“Nothing, I just thought that it might not be a good movie when you’re on your pe-” he started but I cut him off because I knew what he will say. “Because I’m on my period and that automatically means that I’m more emotional than usually, and you don’t want listen my crying on that scene where Jack drowns, right?”

He looked me and tried keep his smile away from his lips which my long explanation had caused. “Something like that” he chuckled. “Or then you’re still jealous because I think that Leonardo is handsome” I added still one more option. “Well, maybe that too” he confessed.

After that conversation about my emotionalism and his jealousy, we finally started watch the movie. He sat next to me and pulled his blanket over himself. “I don’t know what attract you on this movie but to be honest, I can’t probably complain about it” he sighed. “Yeah, I’m not so big fan of your movie choices” I said without taking my gaze off the screen.

“Will you still say that Leonardo is more handsome than me?” Justin asked and it made me turn my head over him. “Not that conversation again, let me enjoy the movie” I groaned. “Just one word: yes or no?” he begged. “No” I answered finally and turned my head back to screen.

He looked me suprised, seemly he wouldn’t have believed that I answer like that after every time when I had joked him about that topic. “Really?” he asked but I answered nothing. “I love you, baby” he hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead.

I giggled. It was fun how one little word make him that happy and tell out things which have more content than anything in the world. “I love you too” I whispered and looked him. He smiled.

“We should spend more days like this” he said. I nodded and pressed my head against his hard chest. “I know” I mumbled. “You should be more often on your period” his comment was disgusting and I slapped him on his leg.

“Okay okay, I will take back that what I just said, chill” he chuckled. I rolled my eyes. “You might forget that I can be also really annoying and piss off when I’m on my period so..” I reminded him. His face went in thinking mood and he realized that it was true.

“You’re right” he said. “But I won’t take back my words about that I’d like enjoy more days like this with you” That was the fact which both of us could agree.

Abate

I’m so afraid

afraid of what I’ve done

all the words I never said

Quitting before I’ve begun

Would you just…

hold me please, just for now

tell me it will be alright

someway, somehow

I’m afraid of this night

every wrong coming to get me

All my lies and hurtful words

come back, can’t you see

Everything counts,

it all matters-

every thought and deed

This tide has risen again

never to recede

In over my head, over my heart

drowning, sinking like a stone

the end before the start

as we’re born, we die alone

It’s alright, accept my fate

time now to go home

let this pain finally abate

anonymous asked:

I started reading Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe, and AGEOJNDGSIDVJBIUAWFIJBGFB DVSAPUEIFN.

It’s currently on display at my library, so when I’m sitting at my desk, I can see it.  Every time I look up I’m just overwhelmed all over again with how much that book impacted me.  I was supposed to be looking over demographics in library systems, and budget impact, and it just turned into “Well if we had a grant for the next fiscal year…I….we…I can’t believe how in love Aristotle and Dante were…” 

every single day we can start over. we are never bound to yesterday or the years before. we have the power to start new goals, new personal philosophies, new jobs, new relationships, any day we so choose. if we mess up today we can start again tomorrow. if we mess up tomorrow there’s always the next day. but it’s all up to us how we live and how often we give ourselves the chance to start fresh.

@sapphicgeek: So, I want to tell you all what happened in the store today. It’s probably the single greatest moment I have ever experienced working here. After the usual Saturday rush, a teenage girl comes in. She looks absolutely terrified and when I greet her she jumped. She starts going up and down the new release wall and the poor thing looks completely overwhelmed. So, I make my way over to her and ask if I can help her find anything. She quietly admits that she was looking for Supergirl. We’re walking to the Super area when I ask if she watches the show. She smiles a bit and nods. Says Alex is her favorite. I mention that I’m a huge #Sanvers shipper and the poor thing just breaks down in tears. I’m trying to figure out what the hell I did to upset her. She’s crying and I’m freaking out. After a minute or so, everything clicks. I’m staring down a crying baby gay. One who was having some big issues. I tell her that it was hard for me when I wanted to come out too. She finally stops crying and asks me if it gets easier.  We sit at the coffee bar and talked for a while. She tells me that after seeing it all over Tumblr she binged SG. And when she got to Alex’s coming out arc was when things hit her. She tells me that she’s just wanted to kill herself for so long and that she had tried but just made herself sick. But as Alex’s arc continued she said she realized that she started to see that she could be happy, that she could be loved. She didn’t want to die anymore. For the first time, she didn’t want to die because she got to see Alex be amazing and be queer. She said she came to the store hoping to find something to get her through the hiatus, so she wouldn’t fall back in depression. She had no idea gay comic characters were a thing, but wanted to try. I tell her about Batwoman, Midnighter, and Renee Montoya. I pull out my starters which are Batwoman: Elegy, Midnighter, and Gotham Central. I also dug up a copy of the Adventures of Supergirl, just to get her through. She had enough cash for one and was torn on which to get. She decides on Batwoman and asks if I can hold the rest for a while.  I was having an internal crisis at that time, because this kid was me years ago. I was barely holding off my own tears. I ended up buying the other 3 for her and I make her promise me that in 10 years she’ll help another queer kid. So, I’m out 60 bucks and I cried in the bathroom for an hour but it was damn worth it. 
So, @TheCWSupergirl @SupergirlStaff @chy_leigh and @florianalima the work you do means so much to us. Thank you. So, so, much. 

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Arrow 5x12 - Bratva - A night for Monsters to run free

It finally happen, we knew it was coming we braced ourselves the best we could and it wasn’t pain free but we can now shout “We Survived this one”:

1. Oliver is a killing machine in the Flashbacks, a monster

2. Felicity crossed over to darkness and she don it so perfectly it send a chill trough my bones

3. EWR (Evil Witch Reporter) ( @tdgal1 name sounds apt) finally showed her true colours

(you think I would reference the only Oliver’s abs scene in the all Arrow that I don’t care to watch ever again, didn’t you? It was meaningless and only relevant to prove how low can EWR get so I consider it included in 3).

This episode is about Monsters. And we start in flashbacks for a reason. Oliver as turned into the Monster Talia knew he could be.

Flashback Oliver under Talia’s guidance gives his monster an identity, a physical existence and unleashes it to do his bidding.

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Meanwhile in current Star City we have Quentin Lance returning from facing his Monster in rehab. Lance is holding it under control. it’s a hard task that he wants to face head on by returning to his job and give an interview about his return.


Oliver gets to Russia and faces his past self betrayal to the Bratva. A consequence of walking out on his Monster self over in 2x06. Oliver doesn’t want to go back, he knows how dark it is (we are watching how dark it is in the Flashbacks) but the mission, according to Diggle, demands it. Still Oliver tries another way (still following up Felicity’s request…so cute).

But they need intel and Felicity knows how to get it. I kid you not when I tell you Felicity Smoak cohearsing that Russian guy showed me a new face to Felicity I never knew it was there, her Monster is pitch dark and cold as ice.

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The intel is sound but they don’t manage to be totally successful. They do take a prisoner, curtesy of Dinah/Tina, and Oliver starts the routine of getting intel from him. Honest to God, Oliver surprised the hell out of me, he had no intention of torturing the guy (our boy is not a Monster anymore… so proud) he was sure the guy would break without physical violence.

But Oliver’s Monster is not the only one and is tamed in this episode. Rory’s Monster is nowhere to be spotted. He’s the one confronting Felicity on her out of character actions. Felicity, true to herself, tells him the truth about the thumb drive, Rory calls it like it is it’s a powerful tool to be treated with care and respect and not to be abused.  

Felicity argues but Rory recognizes this is not something Felicity would do, ever, and he starts to tell Oliver.  


Originally posted by arrowsource

Oliver gets Felicity crossed a line, but not what she had done, he has no time to get the details as Diggle decided to do his own torturing. It doesn’t escape Oliver’s notice that Felicity doesn’t show any shade of concern about the torture only about the intel, and he knows Felicity, he doesn’t need much else to understand Rory is right, Felicity is crossing the line to darkness and he can’t have that, not her, and not Diggle.

Confronted with the need to protect the ones he loves from crossing the line into dark again Oliver crosses it himself by “rejoining” Bratva. Dinah / Tina calls what Diggle did back in the day, it’s not Oliver first rodeo, but to her his light, a guiding light, to all around him.

Back at the House it’s OTA again.  


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Oliver took the hit for both of them, to Oliver both Felicity and Diggle must stay on the light, they must keep being better than him. But Diggle calls it later, they are not better than Oliver, OTA makes them all better, together.

Originally posted by arrowsource

Bratva delivers but the all bust takes an unexpected turn when the Nuke gets activated. Felicity’s worse fear is in the making and she’s not going to let it happen,  Felicity wants to fly the bomb herself out to a less populated area. A call back to Havenrock that both she and Rory are completely aware of.

Rory worries, he sees it’s impossible to stop the countdown, and his not having anther Havenrock happening, he has a choice Felicity didn’t have, The Rags.

Rory uses the Rags and stops the bomb from making any harm, Diggle doesn’t kill the General. All Monsters look like they are gone, except Oliver’s, Bratva won’t let him go, his Bratva forever.

Then we got to Star City and I got blind for a while, and deaf. Did I mention I was blind too? It was scary but it’s all over now.

Lance and Rene have an emotional heart to heart. These two should work together more. Rory is leaving to protect the Team, it’s emotional to all of us.  

But in the end Monsters are never really gone, and Felicity, is getting messages from Helix and looks happy abouth it.

Then it happens what all this Fandom called for ages… EWR is a truly evil Biatch. (Lesson learn EP’s, lesson learn SA, the more you sell a character the worse that character will be.)

She’s a snake and someone, preferably Thea, need to “cut” of her head. Nevertheless, and after what I’ve watched yesterday I’m thinking Oliver is going to put her to her ground himself.

Stray thoughts:

- Felicity is the first thing in Oliver’s mind. We have seen it all trough the episode;

- Oliver maybe the last to know about Felicity walking a path of dark but he is doing what he can to prevent that from happening. The problem is he’s going at it exactly the same way as he did in Season 3 and 4, he’s not talking to her about it, he’s just acting and sacrificing himself and only telling Diggle and Felicity after the fact. That should change;

- This gave me life

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I Want You, All of You...

Originally posted by etherealjackson

JB & Jackson meddle in Mark’s love life

Genre: Slight Fluff - Smut

Warnings: Smut, Cursing


“Stop drooling over her and just tell her already!” Jackson shouted, grabbing Mark’s phone from him as he had started scrolling through all your Instagram pictures… again.

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Passive Fractionation

I’m an expert at undivided focus. When given one task, and one task alone, I perform with speed and precision. When given multiple tasks however, I become inefficient and distracted. That’s all to say that I suck at multitasking. So when I have work and a sub to do at once, I find myself either doing one or the other (and you can probably guess which one I pick). Luckily, I think that I’ve finally found a solution.

A few nights ago, I was in a call with @thehypnobunny and we decided that we wanted to do some fractionation. We started with our standard game. I repeated, “up down” over and over again, while I slowly sped up my rate of speech until it sounded more like, “dudududududududu.” Suffice to say that her mind melted all over the floor. Unfortunately, my tongue got tired, so I moved to my hands. I made it so that every time I clapped, she would change states (up to down and down to up). Bunny started moaning.

While we were doing this though, I was still sitting in front of my computer with my unfinished work staring back at me. While I clapped, I started thinking about percussive noises in trance…like snapping…or the keys of a computer keyboard. That’s when it hit me. I made it so that Bunny would change states with every keystroke. I finished my work, and the arrhythmic typing slowly pulled Bunny’s mind apart piece by piece at the same time.

I should file a patent…

3

Let’s try this again, shall we? Last time I did this it was pretty slow on Tumblr and I couldn’t get my page set up at all. So my name is Autumn and, I’m honestly a down-to-earth chick. I love to party, get lit, and just enjoy life. I’m twenty-two years old and, I live in New York. I’m originally from Houston but, since my social media following has been growing I’ve been getting booked all over. I’m not a household name yet but, a girl can dream. I started out as a bartender and, now I’m getting booked occasionally on the weekends. It’s all been a pretty good escape from the drama in my relationship (which is off right now) but, there’s definitely more to come from me. Hit me up and maybe we can link up.

Hide and Seek with the Avengers: A Bucky Barnes x Reader One Shot

Hide and seek with the Avengers
Part One

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You, Thor, Tony, Steve and Wanda were on one team; Bucky, Sam, Clint, Bruce and Natasha being the opposition and you were in a gruelling match. A battle to the death, ‘til the last man was left standing. Or rather, hiding, since you were playing hide and seek. But it was most definitely the most intense game you’d ever played, the most serious and adult-

“Bucky put your shirt back on!” Steve called, laughing.

“I was throwing you off my scent, super soldier. You’ve got the nose of a blood hound!” Bucky countered with a playful wink. “And plus we said no peeking, so you can turn back around and start over with the countdown!” Steve rolled his eyes and we all turned to count, before Bucky began talking again, the rest of his team already dispersed and in pursuit of the perfect hideout spot.

“Yeah everyone except you Y/N!” He called, whistling as you turned to look at him with an incredulous look plastered across your face. He winked and flexed his muscles arrogantly when he knew you were watching. “That’s for you!” He shouted, throwing his shirt at your face as he dashed away, not before landing a definitive slap against your ass. His laughter echoed around the empty forest and the rest of your team mates chuckles fondly. You shook your head in amusement.

“One hell of a boyfriend you’ve got there, Cap.” You teased, nudging him playfully with your shoulder.

He cackled and nudged you right back, “I could say the same thing to you.” He laughed, raising his eyebrows as you scowled at him.

“Hey, as cute as this whole exchange thing is, we’re in it to win it. I didn’t appreciate losing last round and being forced to do the funky chicken, it was totally undignified.” Tony stated, earning a chorus of laughter. “If, I mean, when we win..” Tony began, clearing his throat and tugging animatedly at the material around his neck, shooting you a pretend look of worry that forced a smile into your lips. “I get Clint. And I’m giving him the worst possible dare you could possibly think of- don’t ask me yet, I’m still mulling it over and I need time to focus on my art- that’ll make him wish the funky chicken was never created.” Bursting into laughter, you placed a friendly hand upon Tony’s shoulder and squeezed heartily.

“Oh come on Tony,” you giggled, the memory of Tony bent over and squawking flashing behind your eyes. “It wasn’t that bad.” Almost as if he could read your mind, he shot you his best 'are you kidding me’ look and shook his head, resigning himself to his revenge. The losing team each sacrificed their right to free will and were all individually presented with a dare they could not back out of. Or they’d be forced to strip down to their underwear and jump into the lake, though the memory of Bucky’s flexed muscles and Cap’s broad back made you wish that maybe they would forfeit the mischievous dares. You shook your head slightly. “I get Natasha!” You declared, everybody else chiming in with their victims. Steve choosing Bucky, Thor- Sam and Wanda- Bruce.

Soon enough, it was time to hunt. You found Bruce first, who was meekly hidden behind a tree and didn’t really put up much of a 'fight’, coming out with his hands held up in surrender and a sheepish smile swallowing his features. He wasn’t really that fond of the game and kept on talking about all the work he was “behind on” but Tony was adamant he participate as they had grown rather close and the team needed another rival to even things out, and who better than a “tragically cute- come angry, green war machine?” (Tony’s words, not your own.)

Next you found Natasha and Clint. You would’ve been looking all night had they not been giggling vicariously and tweeting like birds, Wanda’s familiar red ether revealed their whereabouts: perched upon the highest branch of the tallest tree they hid like birds and cackled like hyenas.

“You okay up there, love birds?” Tony quipped, shining a light on where they were sat, nestled deep within the branches and leaning intimately close together. “I thought that Y/N and Bucky were the only two that were going to get funky tonight, not you two.” Laughing, they scaled the most part of the tree and then leaped down like agile creatures of the night, Clint wrapping a protective arm around Natasha’s shoulders, earning a subtle frown from Bruce who watched on with an ache in his chest. You smiled sadly at him and offered him your hand in comfort only to have Thor take it instead, swinging it heavily and singing strange songs as you both skipped along, throwing an apologetic smile over your shoulder at the small, heart-broken scientist. Natasha had no idea how Bruce felt about him, and though there was nothing truly occurring between Clint and her, the sight still pained Bruce and you hated the too-often-appearing grimace that lined his features when they interacted. It was painful to watch.

“Let us race!” Thor declared, raising your interlaced hands in the air and swinging you onto his back, carrying you like one would a small child. Bruce clambered onto Tony’s back after being guilted into it and Clint onto Natasha’s, with Wanda wrapping her legs around Steve. Then you were off. “Please don’t Hulk out.” Tony begged of Bruce as he bounced up and down on Tony’s back, a pained smile etched onto his features. “I’ll try..” He whined.

The forest filled with the sounds of whooping and cheering and the occasional twittering of actual birds, followed by the feigned, copying attempts of Clint, trying to communicate as Natasha howled in laughter. “Gods speed, my loyal steed!” You commanded, pushing yourself up on Thor’s back and punching one hand into the air as he raced faster, his feet pounding the dirt track and his laughter bellowing around the forest, frightening all wild life. Somewhere along the journey Wanda had spotted Sam jumping from tree branch to tree branch and yanked him out with her ether, dangling him above the crowd of Avengers who laughed at his misfortune.

“Falcon?” Clint laughed, “More like Fal-can’t!” He burst into fits of giggles which Romanoff attempted to stifle with her hand as every body stared in embarrassment. “So lame.” Tony groaned, rolling his eyes whilst hitching a disgruntled Bruce higher up on his back. “Come on!” Clint whined, still unable to regain a hold of his laughter. None of you cut him any slack, mocking him endlessly on his tragic attempt at a pun.

“And then there was one.” Cap smiled, his eyes glinting mischievously with the knowledge that it was his best friend who solely remained in hiding. You had twelve minutes remaining of your allotted time of thirty to find him, or else Team Clint would win, and Team Tony was NOT accepting defeat. Seven minutes into the fruitless search for the Winter Soldier and Tony had pulled out a metal detector, much to the dismay and outrage of Clint and his team mates.

“You can’t do that!” Falcon berated, snatching the device from Tony’s hand, only to have you snatch it back in an instant. “Says who?” You snapped, widening your eyes and hitching your brows in defence.

“Says me.” Natasha declared, prying the detector from your fingers. “It’s cheating!”

“And what rule book, exactly, are you reading that from?” Tony mused, pulling out yet another, smaller metal detector from his side pocket. “Just in case you decided to complain.” He explained with a mischievous smile, “Oh and I have another three so don’t even bother snatching this one.” He winked. Matched with a chorus of groans from the opposing team, Tony dedicated the remaining six minutes to tracking down the metal armed man.

Five minutes, thirty seconds and three ran miles later, you’d found him. “Bucky I know you’re in there.” Tony called, smacking the hollow tree with his fist. No answer. “Metal man!” Thor called, sticking his head into the body of the tree. “Reveal yourself.” A slight shuffling sound. “Bucky, we’ve got a metal detector.” Steve laughed, patting the tree softly, understanding his competitiveness. “Give it up. We’ve won.”

Muffled swearing and the definitive sound of metal against the soft interior of bark signalled Bucky’s undignified exit from the tall tree. Thor quickly grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, rubbing his knuckles against the brunettes skull, dismantling his perfect hair. “You dared me to act out Shakespeare in the park, small man. I didn’t even know Shakespeare entered a park. It is time for revenge!” Thor yelled, his eyes shining with humour as he let Bucky go and nodded to Steve, passing on the mantle of revenge and humiliation onto the Captain.

Assembling around a camp fire that Tony and Bruce created with an unnecessary amount of calculations and geeking out over the science of the experiment, Team Clint prepared themselves for their dares.

Clapping his large hands together, Thor laughed heartily and regarded Sam with his big, blue eyes, aflame with mischief. “Falcon!” Thor thundered, clasping the smaller man’s shoulder roughly as he groaned, dropping his head into his hands and muttering slightly to himself.

“I.. Dare you,” he began, testing out the words as he spoke and discreetly pulling a flask of something clear and Amber from his accoutrements, “To drink this.” He finished with a smile wider than his biceps. Sam’s eyes bulged and he shook his head. “Aw hell no,” he screeched, shooting up and already beginning to undress, accepting his forfeit. “I remember what happened when Bucky drank that, I was there. I ain’t doing that weird hallucinating shit. Nu-uh, no way. I’ll see you guys at the lake.” And then he was off, dashing away as you all whooped and cheered after him, laughing as you had the perfect view of him diving naked into the lake.

Next up was Bruce, and he looked to Wanda with hopeful eyes, praying she’d go easy on him. His prayers went unanswered, as they often did for Bruce.

“I dare you to kiss Natasha.” She said loudly and with fervour, causing the whole group to burst into raucous laughter. Everyone was secretly pleased and fizzing with excitement at her chosen punishment. Bruce let out a squeak once the words passed her lips, his face paling and his eyes growing wide. Natasha simply laughed, throwing her beautiful, red hair back off her face as she did so. It was her that made the move, pulling him close and wrapping her arms around his neck as he stared on- wide eyed as if in an outer body experience. It was adorable to watch, and the kiss long overdue. They sat together for the rest of the night, a pink hue dusting Bruce’s cheeks perpetually and an affectionate arm wrapped around her waist that never seemed to leave.

“Bucky.” Steve smirked, receiving a loud groan in return from the man in question. “Buck, Bucky, Bucky..” You and Thor whooped, revelling in his discomfort. “Give him hell, Steve!” You cawed in assent, Thor cheering you on. “Punish him!” He guffawed, ensconcing your shoulders in a comfortable hug of companionship. You snuggled closer and watched on as the drama unfolded.

Steve began to circle around his childhood friend, like a vulture surrounding its prey. You watched as Bucky steadily began to shrink under the watchful eye of his comrades and your smirk grew larger as his confidence shrank. “I dare you..” Steve began, Bucky clamping a hand over his mouth to stifle his nervous grumblings.

“To tell..”

“Oh no.” Bucky whined, his gaze flitting to yours instantaneously as he quickly smothered his face in his hands.

“Everybody here,” Steve called loudly, motioning around the circle as he continued to circle around Bucky, unencumbered by embarrassment and instead fuelled by the desire to humiliate his friend. “What you were dreaming about last night.”

Steve’s eyes landed upon Bucky and his face split into a large, shit-eating grin as Bucky crumpled in on himself. “And there’s no forfeits accepted, Sam took the one your group was allowed.” Bucky moaned loudly, his face burning bright red, the flush clear even in the dim light of the fire.

“Hurry, metal man!” Thor demanded, “Tell us of your dreams!”

“Yeah!” Tony chimed in, “Tell us!”

You all began chanting around an infinitely embarrassed Bucky who looked as if he wished more than anything for the ground to swallow him whole, all his previous arrogance and chassis of exuberance destroyed and left behind in the hollowed out tree.

“Tell us! Tell us! Tell us!”

Bucky scraped a hand across his face and looked almost as if he were about to cry from embarrassment. Whatever it was he had been dreaming about, he /really/ didn’t want to share with the team. The thought made you chant louder.

“Okay!” He exploded, standing to his feet and holding his hands up in defence. “Alright, alright. I’ll fucking do it!” Steve smirked again, the pair of friends engaging in a deep stare off as Bucky seemed to regret ever meeting the star spangled man for putting him in the position he was in.

“And don’t hold anything back.” Steve called darkly at Bucky’s turned back.

The excitement was bubbling up inside you so much that you feared you may actually implode. The worry and embarrassment on Bucky’s face actually incited a great hysteria within you, you craved knowledgeability of what it was that had gotten him so flustered.

He turned to you and smiled sheepishly, his eyes guilty.

“Y/N..” He began, “I am so sorry.”

“Why did you marry me then?!”

I don’t know why but i keep writing this and it keeps getting deleted before i can post so HERE WE GO AGAIN and this is one of my personal fav requests omg ((:


Harry didn’t wash the dishes.

It all started over a stupid pile of dirty silverware.

“That was lovely,” Harry had said, pecking your lips before walking off, checking his phone by the couch where it was charging.

You smile, but it quickly turns into a frown as you pick up Harry’s plate. You try to play it off lightly–because in reality it was ridiculous. Who makes a big deal out of an unwashed plate? But you state anyways, “You aren’t doing the dishes.”

He looks up from his text, smirking, “You’re closer to the kitchen.”

“But we had an agreement,” you try to play it cool. “I do the cooking and you wash the dishes.”

Harry smiles and walks over to you, leaning on the kitchen counter. “It’s just one meal, Y/N. And I’m really tired tonight.”

You didn’t think he could hear as you murmur under your breath, “You’re tired every night.”

He furrows his eyebrows and sucks in a breath. “What?”

You didn’t respond, instead turning to the dishes. But just the sight of them is enough to set you on edge. Biting your lip, you say, “Nothing, Haz.”

But your husband doesn’t let it drop. He stands beside you by the sink and when he speaks, his voice is deadly low. “What did you mean by I’m always tired?”

You hesitate, looking up to meet his gaze. His green eyes are whirlpools tonight. But then you catch a glimpse of the unwashed dishes at the corner of your vision. You sigh, “It’s just…I get that you have a unique career. You don’t know how much I know that you do. And you can’t do anything about it because millions of people, including me, are counting on you to wake up every morning and put on a good show, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

You see now that Harry is confused, but he seems to know where this is headed. His eyebrows are knitted together and there’s a frown stretched out on his face.

“I can’t do anything about it?” Harry repeats, dropping his phone on the counter with a loud bang. “What do you mean by that? I love my job and I choose to wake up every morning, put on a show, and do all I need to do to make my fans happy.”

He throws his hands up in frustration.

You take a deep breath in, trying to stop your hands from shaking. “What about me?” You look up, making a big deal to not pull your gaze from his. You will not look weak in front of him. “You’re so busy making your fans happy that you forget to make me happy.”

Harry tears his fingers through his hair and walks over to you. He points an accusing finger in your face. He raises his voice, “You know the fans come first.” He gestures around you both. At the kitchen. At the house. “This is all from the fans! They come first.”

“Spare me at least the decency to tell me I, at least, am second.” You are choking on the silence of your tears.

“Come on,” Harry almost sounds apologetic.

Almost.

“You know how it is,” Harry steps closer, and it almost looks like he’s about to pull you into his arms. Almost. “The fans will always come first. Always.”

And that’s when you break.

“If the fans truly always come first, then you have lied to me all your life, Harry Edward Styles,” you spit out. His expression hardens. Your faces are inches apart now. “You made a promise to me when you married me. You made a promise to love me and I made a promise to love you. Through everything. Through anything. And from the moment we kissed, you were my first priority. My first priority, not even my family came before you.”

Harry’s voice is low, “The fans gave me everything. Everything came from them.”

“Well, why did you marry me then!” You scream. “IF THE FANS COME FIRST, WHY DID YOU MARRY ME?”

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD!” Harry screams back, and then he collapses in a tangle of curls and tears. Tears are streaming down your cheeks too, and they paralyze you.

The house is quiet, except for the sounds of both of you crying.

“I love you more than anything,” Harry repeats, looking up at you with red eyes. The sight of him broken breaks you too. You collapse to your knees beside him. You are running your hands through his hair as his hands cup your face. “I love you more than anything. Please know that. I need you to know that.”

“I do,” you nod, as he brushes away a stray tear. “I do. I love you too. So much.”

He hesitates, then says, “The fans come first. For the band. For us four. The fans always come first.” Pauses, then continues, “But for me, you come first. One call from you crying and I will fly across the globe just to make you smile. Don’t you doubt that. Ever.”

You smile, and he grins, “See? This feeling in my stomach that I get when you are happy? I don’t get that with the fans. They’ve…They’ve given me a lot, but you have given me more.”

He pulls you to his chest and you rest your head on top of his chest. His heartbeat is like a lullaby. “You’ve given me love,” he whispers. “And that’s irreplaceable.”

Start over?
Why?
And where would we start?
At the beginning, we’ve been there.
It was good, for a while.
Where we left off, I don’t think so.
That wasn’t good the first time,
So it damn sure can’t be again.
Maybe in the middle? When it was you and me
and that was all we needed.
Of course, that didn’t last either.
Like us.
Why?
Start over?
Here we start again

It was a really awkward situation. The situation for which we still don’t deserve forgiveness. But we mustn’t give up our mistake. We must learn from all our mistakes.

So I had a good idea. Really good, honestly. We can start all over again.
Welcome to the world’s quietest shipping, guys!

Let’s try not to upset our boys this time:-)

Originally posted by giflounge