studded high heel boots

anonymous asked:

whassup it's forensics abon here with more completely useless but mildly interesting info re: high heels. I've noticed when people write about Taako, his shoes inevitably end up slowing him down. Yeah, that's gonna happen if you're wearing Ill-fitting heels or stilettos, but an experienced person with a good pair of wide-heeled boots or even regular high heels can run around and climb shit pretty damn easily. It would start hurting after fourteen hours or so, but that's a pretty long time.

this is all very excellent. 

so that means that taako wearing sick heels on missions is basically canon, right? like you know the boy would rock some high-heeled boots or just like, heels, to all the missions. 

magnus: “Taako, are you wearing heels?” 

taako: “yeah, why, do ya have a problem with it?” 

magnus: “madam director, tell taako he can’t wear heels on the mission.” 

lucretia: *flashbacks to taako wearing heels for the entirety of the stolen century. running from the hunger in heels. fighting monsters in heels. killing bad guys in heels. 

lucretia: “taako can wear whatever shoes he wants.” 

taako: “HELL yeah! suck it, mango!” 

i had this pair of leather high heeled boots that had sparkly studs all over the toe area and i’m pretty sure taako would wear those in a heartbeat. 

my house headcanons
  • gryffindor: bonfires with friends, heart pounding and sweaty palms, being terrified but just going for it, leather jackets, combat boots, flannel shirts, holey jeans, cutting holes in old tees, tees w/bands or things you like, baseball caps + beanies, beat up converse, tank tops when it’s too cold out, weird outfits that end up looking great or terrible (but usually great), weeds (esp. the flowery ones), four leaf clovers, going apple picking, corn mazes + scarecrows, laughing at scary movies/haunted houses, goosebumps books, going all-out for halloween, stepping on crunchy leaves, the way everything looks when all the trees are different colors in fall, really intense/fast-paced relationships, abrupt endings, angry tears, not calling first, pride, songs that pump you up + make you think you can do anything, making everything a contest, skinned knees + bloody knuckles, raw emotion, really graphic/detailed tattoos, finger/foot tattoos, not giving a shit that everyone hates something if you like it, others’ dislike making you do it more, making a ton of plans but never following them + winging it, spontaneous road trips, long night drives, jumping in a lake in the middle of winter, walking on a frozen pond, short hair/pixie cuts or always keeping it back, borrowing chapstick (and always needing it), coffee w/lots of sugar half the time and black the other, only thinking in extremes, not thinking + just doing, always knocking shit over but managing to catch it/never breaking it, reading summaries of everything for class, journals half-finished, super chocolatey ice cream, not having a plan for life but taking a chance
  • ravenclaw: passing notes in class, love letters, astronomy, sweaters, anything knitted, poor patching jobs, mismatched buttons, ironed button shirts w/the sleeves rolled perfectly, dozens of cross-outs in handwritten work, paper painted w/tea, typewriter font, forget-me-nots, rainy/gloomy days, dresses w/tights, twirling in dresses, wearing stuff with pockets just so you don’t have to carry a purse, sunhats, mary janes, knee socks, shorthand notes from writing so much, telling jokes with your friends that make no sense to others, tons of blankets, singing really loud when you think you’re alone, indie/piano music, metaphors, a bunch of small random tattoos, one or two really deep loves, either going everywhere alone or with two best friends, braids, purposely messy hair, light brown hair, hair dyed bright colors, biting/picking your nails when you’re nervous, hot tea, overthinking/worrying + regretting, ballet, either really graceful or really clumsy, tripping but acting like you didn’t, classic literature, diaries, mint chocolate chip ice cream, being born into affluent families
  • slytherin: whispering and laughing with your friends, hair always looking perfect, black lace dresses, leather boots, studded clothes, thigh-highs, wearing heels even when it’s impractical but refusing to complain, wearing stuff without pockets + then keeping stuff in your bra/boots, organized desks w/nothing out of place, cursive handwriting, ivy, pine trees, black/white roses, white candles, upside-down crosses, one whole day spent in bed + overworking the next, locking yourself away for long periods, the calm as snow falls, falling asleep not touching but waking up wrapped around each other, vultures, angry songs, either no tattoos or a lot (of words/sayings), rolling your eyes but secretly identifying with things, being the dumper, short relationships, breaking up w/someone because you’re scared when it gets serious, black hair, blonde hair that’s almost white, purple/black lipstick, black coffee, always poised/collected on the outside, breaking down for .2 seconds in front of someone and berating yourself for it, acting like an asshole because you’re insecure/uncomfortable, feeling terrible for betraying someone years after + going to them in the middle of the night to apologize, edgar allan poe stories, russian poetry, everything typed, italian ice/gelato, working your way to the top no matter what it takes
  • hufflepuff: laughing so hard you can’t breathe and your sides ache, daisies + wishy flowers, sunflower seeds, watermelon, sundresses, polka dots, bright colors, jean jackets/shorts, rompers, patterned tights, snapbacks, taking the fall for someone, underdogs, smiling when you want to cry, not complaining because someone else is having a worse day, breezy spring days, hot summer beach trips, seed-spitting contests, guilt over something that’s not your fault, hugging stuffed animals/pillows, canaries, always humming + dancing around, upbeat pop/cute acoustic, one or two really meaningful tattoos/matching tattoos with someone, trying to walk barefoot outside but regretting it (then walking carefully on your toes), messy + super curly hair, golden blonde hair, freckles, dimples, a small gap in your teeth, fruity flavored lipgloss/light pink lipstick, cold drinks, being the first to text, grouptexts, twister, reading to little kids, shel silverstein, making scrapbooks/photo albums, vanilla ice cream w/rainbow sprinkles + whipped cream, sherbet ice cream, settling for the middle if being the best means cheating

Title: Riding the Horseman

Length: 2,545 words

Rating: M

Warnings: smut! lots of smut

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x Reader

Original Request: You have inspired me… maybe one warren x reader where he takes you to see Metallica live and you end un making love somewhere near the arena where you can still hear the music? Please it would make me very happy ★-★

A/N: for my dear @blood-on-my-french-fries You waited much too long for this one. This is hardercore than I have posted before. Please enjoy.

“Baby, are you ready to go yet?” you heard your boyfriend call as you finished applying your lipstick. You dabbed at the edges and made sure none of it was left on your teeth as it dried. Thank God for lipstains. “Babe! Come on I don’t want to be late for the concert!” he called again and you rolled your eyes.

“I’ll be out in five minutes!” you called back at Warren through the door. You could hear his newly refeathered wings moving against the wall.

“You said that ten minutes ago!” he claimed. He looked down at his watch to confirm it. “We gotta get flying soon or we’ll be late!”

“Well, this takes time!” you protested as you checked your reflection again. Even you had to admit you looked amazing.

“Babe, you would look beautiful in a clown suit, now can we please go!? I don’t want to miss the opening act!” you huffed.

“Okay! I’m coming out.” You opened the door and looked at him. Warren was dressed in a leather jacket he loved that you had gotten him for Christmas last year, black semi-tight jeans, his black ass kicker boots as you called them, and a white t shirt. You let out a low whistle as you admired him.

“Gonna have to keep an eye on all the girls at the show, they’re gonna want a piece of you tonight.” You giggled as his hands wrapped around your waist.

“You’re one to talk…” he looked you up and down. You wore a dark purple jean skirt with a diamond studded belt, a cropped leather jacket, high heeled leather boots, and a Metallica tube top showing off yours assets. You could practically see him drooling. He leaned down and kissed you like he was starving. You gently pushed him off.

“Save it until after the concert Angel Face.” You said allowing him one last kiss and a squeeze of your ass. “Remember? You’re the one who bitched about us being late.” You fixed your skirt.

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s head out.” Warren spread his wings as you ran over to open the large window. Outside the sky was clear, dark, and beautiful. He scooped you up bridal style as he took off. He soared higher and higher into the full moonlit night towards the city. You wrapped an arm around his neck feeling a breeze run through your hair. The world below looked incredible. No wonder he loved flying so much. You left a kiss on his tattooed cheekbone.

You had been skeptical at first when he told you about Metallica performing in the city. He told you a month ago he could get you both in but you had never been to a concert before and had no idea what to expect. You liked the band. Warren was the one who got you into Metallica in the first place, but you weren’t sure you could hang with his crowd. Eventually he wore you down and you agreed to go. You couldn’t wait to hear them play.

Within 15 minutes you saw the arena and it was already packed. You weren’t surprised when Warren didn’t fly near the ticket checkers.

“Make us invisible, babe.” You gave him a knowing look. That was your mutation. You kissed him and focused on the both of your forms making you both invisible. It wasn’t actually invisibility. You just blended into your surroundings. When he would say, make us invisible, he meant blend you into the sky and 9.99 times out of 10 it works. In this case it worked as you two flew over and circled the arena looking for a place to land. Warren finally spotted a place and touched down near the backstage and you both held hands as you made your way into the crowd. People parted and let you pass, mostly because of Warren’s wings. He kept his wings low as not to obstruct anyone’s vision of the band.

The crowd was already loud and getting rowdier as the anticipation got worse. Warren wrapped both arms and wings around you like shield to keep you protected. He held on tight and then let out a shout of joy as who you guessed was the band appeared on stage. You could see the grin on Warren’s face as he looked to the stage. The crowd surged forward in a wave like motion and the show began. You hadn’t seen Warren having so much fun in a long time. You held onto his arms and enjoyed the show.

It was almost an hour and a half into the show when you felt everything change. You were pressed close against him. You could feel his heartbeat elevate, his breathing increase, and then, with no warning, you felt him pressing hard against your ass. Maybe you should go to more metal concerts.

You craned your neck and looked him in the eye. His pupils were dilated and his hands griped your hips tighter. He pulled you closer so he could grind against your ass and you let out a gasp that was lost in the noise. He licked the edge of your ear and you shivered. If anyone around you noticed anything they didn’t let on. He kissed down your ear to your neck and bit down hard making you cry out. Everything was lost in the noise of the crowd and band. When his fingers brushed over your inner thigh you knew what was coming and it made you wet with anticipation.

Ignoring the angry sounds everyone else made, he gripped you tightly in his arms, spread his wings, and took off above the crowd. He flew, biting into your neck the whole time, and finally found a new spot to land. You could still hear the band playing as you landed in a fenced off, secluded area behind the arena the concert was in. You heard the familiar tune of “Enter Sandman” begin to play as you landed. Warren had you shoved against the fence and his lips were on yours, tongue in your mouth, and his hands wound into your hand and sliding between your knees. He was damn near drunk. Who knew metal music had this effect on him!

You moaned as his hand slipped under your skirt and he practically growled against your skin when he discovered you were wearing no underwear.

“Bad girl…” he whispered in your ear. “Trying to drive me crazy?” He buried his face into your neck nipping at your soft skin and his fingers moved inside you making you wetter than ever. He withdrew and pulled you away from the fence. He shoved you back first into a brick wall and began unzipping his jeans. He pressed back against you kissing you again and pulling down your top and bra exposing your breasts to him. He attacked one breast not being gentle in the slightest and kneaded the other in his hands. Your moans only fueled his fire as one of your hands tugged at his hair while the other gripped his shoulder scratching down his back. He threw off his jacket and yanked yours down. You parted for a second as the song changed from “Enter Sandman” to “Master of Puppets”.

You grinned at him and dropped to your knees. The hard cement dug into your skin but you ignored it. You finished unzipping his jeans and released his throbbing manhood from the confines. You looked up at him with innocent eyes as you shoved him against the wall. You gripped his cock in your hands stroking him a few times before licking his very tip. Then you took his right into your mouth. The sounds he made as you sucked him were enough to drive you crazy. You kept going letting your tongue do most of the work. When you would pull away your fingers would stroke along the bottom part of his shaft where he was the most sensitive. You felt his hand wrap into your hair and he pulled making you gasp with pleasure. You liked your hair pulled. You played with him a little more and then sank your mouth back onto his throbbing cock. You kept going until you knew he was about to go over the edge.

“No!” He pushed you back and you looked up at him. He hit his knees and kissed you again. “My turn.” He grabbed his jacket and threw it down before laying you down above it. If he was anything he was considerate. He yanked your skirt up bunching it around your waist. He bit down your stomach and chest until he hit his destination. You held your breath and nearly screamed as you felt his tongue plunge into you. He flipped your legs onto his shoulders and his fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to leave bruises as his tongue moved inside you again.

“…God! Warren! Don’t stop…” you begged as you felt yourself getting closer. He drank your juices like he was a dying man in the desert. “I can’t! I-” He always loved how you tasted on his tongue. He needed to hear how much you begged and how much you screamed when he ate you out. He didn’t stop until he felt the pull on his curly blonde hair and your lower half spasm as you climaxed beneath him. You screamed his name and your eyes rolled back seeing the full moon above you both. It was the only light in the dark.

He released your legs and pulled himself back up to his knees. He smiled as your juices dripped down his chin. It was probably the sexiest and most obscene thing you had ever seen. He climbed back above you leaving a long, deep kiss on your lips. You felt him at your entrance and you cried out as he rammed into you.

“Warren!” you yelled unable to hold it in aware you could be caught any moment. He rocked into you losing the feeling that was you around him. You were tight and hot and he couldn’t stop himself. He thrusted inside you going to the hilt as deep as he could get. You screamed beneath him as he hit a particularly amazing spot and he grinned. Warren grunted as he slid inside you again and again as hard as he could. Then, you both heard it. The song ended and you heard the intro to the band’s song “The Four Horsemen”. How appropriate. You grabbed him by the shirt and then flipped the switch.

By the last breath of the fourth winds blow 
Better raise your ears 
The sound of hooves knocks at your door 
Lock up your wife and children now 
It’s time to wield the blade 
For now you have got some company 

He hated being on his back when you had sex because it put too much painful pressure on the base of his wings. But you did it anyway. You pulled him up into a sitting position against the brick wall. His head was pressed against the brick but he didn’t even feel it. All he felt was you grind against him before sinking back onto his cock.

The Horsemen are drawing nearer 
On the leather steeds they ride 
They have come to take your life 
On through the dead of night 
With the four Horsemen ride 
Or choose your fate and die 

He watched you face as you sank down. Your face twisted and you let out a sigh mixed with a gasp as you came down on him. You muttered a string of curse words and he reached out to play with your breasts again. He latched back onto one and you held onto his hair.

You have been dying since the day 
You were born 
You know it has all been planned 
The quartet of deliverance rides 
A sinner once a sinner twice 
No need for confession now 
‘Cause now you have got the fight of your life 

The Horsemen are drawing nearer 
On the leather steeds they ride 
They have come to take your life 
On through the dead of night 
With the four Horsemen ride 
Or choose your fate and die 

“Fuck…babe…FUCK!” he yelled as you rode him hard. You kept going to the beat of the song never letting up as you came a second time. His stamina could last for hours but you were determined. You heard the solo and kept going. You grabbed his shoulder and the wall for balance. You sent yourself down as hard as you could feel him build up again. You completely lost yourself in the feeling of him inside you. You couldn’t stop. Not when you were both so close.

Time 
Has taken its toll on you 
The lines that crack your face 
Famine 
Your body it has torn through 
Withered in every place 
Pestilence 
For what you have had to endure 
And what you have put others through 
Death 
Deliverance for you for sure 
There is nothing you can do 

So gather round young warriors now 
And saddle up your steeds 
Killing scores with demon swords 
Now is the death of doers of wrong 
Swing the judgment hammer down 
Safely inside armor blood guts and sweat 

The Horsemen are drawing nearer 
On the leather steeds they ride 
They have come to take your life 
On through the dead of night 
With the four Horsemen ride 
Or choose your fate and die

You slammed onto him again and again as the song ended. Finally, the finals chords played and you slammed down for the last time. He came with a loud groan that sent you over the edge yourself. You both rode it out as he came inside you. You sat on him, still breathing hard, the music ended and the crowd cheered. You both smiled at each other and he kissed you again.

“Shall we head home?” he asked as you fixed your shirt. He helped you off of him and you fixed your skirt. You could feel fluids running down your thighs as you smiled at him. He stood up, dusted himself off, and picked up both of your jackets. He threw yours to you and he tucked himself back into his jeans. He fixed his jacket and zipped it. Once you two were sufficiently covered he beckoned you over. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply pouring as much love as you could into the kiss.

“Only if you’re staying in my room tonight.” You smiled. You could hear the crowd begging for an encore. “We should have an encore of our own.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” he asked as his wings began flapping. You two lifted into the air.

“Not yet today.” You teased.

“I love you. I love you with everything I have. You fixed me when I was broken and you gave me love I thought I would never feel. So long as I got you, I know I’m a better person.”

“Don’t you worry Angel Face, I’m not going anywhere.” You whispered as he held you close flying in the direction of the mansion. In the direction of home.

Episode 54! Setting up ALL the plot! Part 1.

I can’t believe that these two are still on this interminable not-date… They’re in the museum, which is open and busy surprisingly late. It was sunset before they even dueled Johnny Steps, then they had to get from Kaibaland to the museum. And it doesn’t seem to be winter, since Yami comfortably hangs out outside in the dark with no jacket on (thank you, animators!) so I’m going to say it must be like 9 pm by now. This is a 12 hour date!

… It is so indescribably wrong to me that the sarcophagus has a real human face. That’s not what people look like in anime! It looks like an alien beside the “humans”, but it has real human proportions! 

Otoh, Yami’s face is super cute in that shot.

Yami gets to see the stone tablet with himself carved in it. He finds it almost supernaturally; it’s downstairs behind a rope barrier, but he’s drawn to it in some way.

“Because of my hair. NO ONE has hair that ridiculous but me.”

He realises he must be a thousands of years old spirit of a king from Ancient Egypt, based on, I must say, some pretty shaky evidence. I suppose he instinctively knows it to be true, now that the idea has been triggered. And he takes it well!

“Heh, I’m a ghost! Everyone I ever loved is dead! My total lack of knowledge about my own identity can be chalked up to old age. Lol!”

Ishizu, of course, has been expecting him, but arrives a few minutes later. I suppose she wanted to give him a moment to himself first.

She also takes it surprisingly coolly. I mean, she’s much too professional to say anything stupid, but you’d think she meets the spirit of the god-king her clan has served for millenia every frigging Tuesday from her attitude. Her family was destroyed in his name for his sake, she was raised to fulfill his destiny, this moment is the first step in the culmination of thousands of years of isolation and pain and toil for her family and her ancestors … and she’s like, “hi”. 

She does show off her bling.

Ahh, so, Atem himself is in the Puzzle, but his lost memories are broken up across the seven Items, and that’s why he can’t access them until he reunites the seven. And that’s presumably why Ishizu can show Kaiba the vision of the past; it’s a piece of the Pharaoh’s memories … although not from his perspective. She’s just better at using her Item than most of the others, they can probably all show fragments of his memories (Except maybe the Puzzle, I guess? It might just have room for him).

Yami is, justifiably, suspicious.

At first I was like “Cool your studded high heeled boots, Yami!” but on reflection, literally everyone he’s met with an Item so far has acted like a nosy asshole at best (Shaadi, and Marik although he doesn’t know that) and tried to kill him/Yugi at worst (Pegasus, Bakura). So, fair question.

Ishizu just says her Item isn’t his enemy which I would frankly take as a massive red flag but Yami seems cool with it.

And then he thinks about Kaiba for a bit.

SPEAKING OF KAIBA.

He’s in the Kaiba Corp Research & Development: Collectible Card Games Division, testing his new Duel Disk. The best part is, the Collectible Card Games division has to be the biggest division. Which I find pretty entertaining.

He’s dueling against a Duel Robot that has his own most powerful deck - with the three Blue Eyes - while he has a deck with Obilisk in it.

So. These shooty out holograph projectors. How do they get back into the Duel Disk for next time? Do you, after your dramatic victory, have to hang around and pick them up and slot them back in? This whole thing seems only marginally less inconvenient than Pegasus’s Duel Arenas… You still have to have a big open space and at least the Duel Arenas were never going to take someone’s head off.

Anyway, Kaiba is also thinking about Yami…

This is basically a declaration of love, in Seto Kaiba language.

Speaking of declarations of love…

It’s TURN THREE, Seto. The robot summoned it literally as fast as it could! God you’re so impatient!

Mokuba’s watching with the … duel scientists? … up above the testing area, and he’s FREAKING OUT.

Calm down, kid! I mean, he’s literally sweating! It’s just a simulation of a game! There are no consequences to losing against the robot! That you know of! Yet!

The robot is really good at the game, though!

It explains all the cards it plays, at, like, 4Kids level of unnecessary. It also has a strange male voice, which seems wrong to me since the dub robot was a woman’s voice. And it has a shit ton of good luck. I think it’s probably cheating wildly. Those duel scientists couldn’t figure out how to build a program that could play Duel Monsters as well as an actual person, so they just made it able to cheat.

Kaiba isn’t fazed.

He’s actually … kinda weird about it.

Mokuba and the duel scientists are fazed, though!

CALL YOURSELF A DUEL SCIENTIST?! (probably not) ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU CAN’T THINK OF A SINGLE WAY TO DEFEAT THE BLUE EYES ULTIMATE?! I mean, Yami did it! And Kaiba has a card that destroys dragon-type monsters on the field. These guys are the worst duel scientists ever! No wonder the robot has to cheat, if these assholes programmed it.

Also they say that Kaiba programmed it to mimic “real battle damage”, which, I dunno, like… What does that even mean? Like, will the Duel Disk somehow cause him the same damage that an ACTUAL DRAGON would do? Unlikely. 

Anyway, Kaiba is too distracted thinking about Yami to listen to Mokuba telling him to call off the duel because of potential physical danger.

I know I’m biased because I fucking love prideshipping, but seriously, he’s in the middle of testing his brand new game-changing duel disk, and trying out his God Card for the first time, and facing down his own favourite monsters … and the first thing on his mind is imagining what Yami feels when he faces Kaiba in a duel, completely with picturing him there in front of him, jacket dramatically sweeping off his shoulders to show off his lithe arms…

#justsaying #obsessed #himnotme #butalsome

Anyway, he does manage to tear himself away from imagining his boyfriend rival long enough to summon OBILISK THE GREAT WAR GOD.

And because he is Seto fucking Kaiba, he does it in style. Coat flaring, dramatic pose and …. lightening. Actually the lightening is pretty dangerous.

This card game is very unsafe! If I were Mokuba, I’d be worried about Kaiba. And if I were Kaiba, I’d be WORRIED ABOUT MOKUBA, FFS, SETO, YOUR GOD CARD IS EXPLODING THINGS RIGHT BESIDE YOUR LITTLE BROTHER YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE RESPONSIBLE ADULT

But he’s too busy getting his stone golem to punch his dragon in the stomach

Which, in fairness, is pretty fucking cool. It’s so powerful, it not only destroys the Blue Eyes Ultimate, it also destroys the actual duel robot, which bursts into flames.

… His real Blue Eyeses weren’t in that robot, were they? Like, can you imagine?! (So that totally means the robot WAS cheating, with fake cards. Fake cards Kaiba gave it, but still.)

Anyway, on a scale of one to maniacal laughter, Kaiba is pretty clear that he’s satisfied with the outcome of his test.

anonymous asked:

The matsus react to their s/o speaking a different language like spanish (i really love ur work)


Hello! And Thanks, Anon! I’m sorry for any mistranslations with Tater Totty’s. Google translate isn’t the best. Also, most of the places mentioned in these scenarios are real places! I didn’t make up any! ~Mod Kara

One day you bring Osomatsu with you to the farmer’s market to look around. You look at all types of stalls selling jellies and desserts. After getting scotcharoos for the both of you, Osomatsu spots a frilly-looking foreigner. He points him out to you, since he looks like he needs help or something. You two decide to approach him, and ask if he needs help. “Do you need help?” You ask, and the foreigner stares at you blankly. “Do you speak french?” He asks. So he speaks french. You reply; “Yes. Do you need help?” Osomatsu jumps in surprise. “WHAT?! You can speak like him?!” You laugh, hadn’t you mentioned this before? “Oui, It’s called French.” You then turn back to the foreigner and ask again. “Do you need help?”

“Yes. Where is the Doubletree Hotel?”

Continue straight down that road and take your first right.

“Thank you so much! I’m honored to get help from such an attractive young one!” And the foreigner smooches your forehead and cheeks, then leaves.

“What was that?” You heard Osomatsu complain. Smiling, you say “It’s a greeting, he said thank you.” Osomatsu pouted the rest of the day, but when you got home, he suddenly hugs you from behind and kisses your neck. “I don’t like it when other men ‘greet’ you like that..” he whispers into your ear, and his hot breath warms your lobe. “I don’t…” he whispers again, this time softer. His body against yours feels hot, and his breath on your ear and neck dulls your senses and makes you melt. You lean into Osomatsu. “What can I do…?” You’re words are breathy, as if you’re in total bliss. Osomatsu smiles against your ear, nibbles it, and speaks again in a husky, desire-ridden voice. “Only speak like that for me, don’t let other people greet you…”  Osomatsu’s warm hands find their way up your shirt, and a soft moan escapes your lips.

You and Karamatsu are on a splendid date together at the waterpark, and it was obvious that Kara had been wanting to show you something all day. It was a spontaneous thing, he suddenly called you this morning and asked if you wanted to go to Lost Island Waterpark with him. You had nothing to do today, so why not? After spending all day together riding on slides and enjoying the wavepool, he takes you out to dinner at Otis and Henry’s just around the corner. It’s a really nice modern steakout restaurant, so he bought a nice new outfit or you, and he put on a white button-up with frills around the collar, and his glitter pants, and even worse, he had on studded high-heeled boots to top it all off…. He had his leather jacket on, but it was too hot so he took it off and slung it over his seat. After a while of talking about random subjects, you got your food. In the middle of the meal, he speaks in Italian. “Can I kiss?” he doesn’t quite get the accent, and it’s really broken… You raise one eyebrow. He’s trying to impress you. He really is a sweet man, so you can’t really complain. ‘Can I kiss? What does he mean by that?’ It’s obvious he doesn’t know much Italian, so you decide to mess with him a little. “I don’t know CAN you? I would really like it if you could.” You smile a little, and he stares at you in bewilderment for a solid minute.. “Y-yes…” he says finally. But he doesn’t feel dejected yet. He regains his “cool dude act” and tries again. “You smell bathroom.” and he winks. You blink a few times, and start laughing. Karamatsu looks flustered at this point, and he’s frantically asking why you’re laughing.

“You just said that I smell like bathroom!”

“What?! I said you smell like lilies!”

“How do you get those mixed up?!” after a few more seconds of embarrassment, Karamatsu joins in the laughter, and decides not to try again.

You hadn’t seen Choromatsu in over half a week, and you’re starting to get withdrawal symptoms. You’re lying on the floor reading the latest chapter of your favorite manga when your cell phone rings. You jump in excitement when you see the caller ID is Choromatsu. “Hello?” you speak after you calm down a little. The voice on the other side sounds just as excited as you are. “Hey! Do you want to come over? Everyone else is out playing pachinko, so they’ll be gone for a while.” You smile at the thought of finally getting alone time with Choromatsu, and hastily agree. You leave right away, the manga forgotten and your jacket barely on your shoulders when you almost sprint out the door. Once you get to Choromatsu’s house, you’re out of breath. You basically ran all the way there, and made it in record time. After catching your breath, you ring the doorbell. You can hear  footsteps getting louder and louder until the door opens. As soon as the door opens enough to see him, you hug Choromatsu so recklessly he almost loses his balance. After a few seconds, he hesitantly embraces you. You let go first, and chuckle when you see his red face. You know he’s happy to see you. “I have something I want to show you.” Choromatsu waves for you to follow him to the dining room, so you follow. Once you make yourself comfortable, Choromatsu grabs a book from a bag and sits at the table with you. “So I found this book at the used bookstore, and it’s all in greek. Wanna try and translate with me? I think it’s full of cool grecian mysteries written by some old philosopher.” The book did look really dated. It might be fun to see what it says. “Okay, that sounds like fun.” This way, you can show off your greek. Choromatsu decides to start right in the middle for some reason, and he lets you take a look. “The quivering member is touched by the virgin”  You blink a few times… “Did I read that right?” Choromatsu looks over with curiosity in his eyes. “You can read that?” You re-read the sentence, and chuckle. Choromatsu, what did you think this book was going to be again?”

“I said it could be written by a cool philosopher.”

“This– this isn’t what you think it is.”

“What is it, then?”

“This sentence, in english, says ‘The quivering member is touched by the virgin.’ Choromatsu, I think this is smut!” Choromatsu stares in amazement for a while, until he realizes what just happened and his face flushes with red. You can almost see steam shooting out of his ears.  “S-Smut?!” he raises his voice, being overwhelmed by embarrassment. “More importantly, you can speak Greek? Then, whats ‘beautiful’ in greek?” You answer, and he smiles with pleasure. “Whats ‘Animal’ in Greek?” and he asks you these types of questions until you’re pretty sure he can speak greek fluently.

You didn’t need words to have a good time with Ichimatsu, but today was slightly different. You had stayed the night with Ichimatsu, and you were now making him breakfast early before the other brothers got up and made you make them some, too. It was about 7am when you felt your phone ring in your pajama pocket. You look over at Ichi to see him sleeping with his head laying on the table. Smiling slightly at the sight, you reach for your phone out of your pocket, and see your adoptive brother’s Caller ID. You hadn’t seen him in a while, since he’s visiting his birth parents in Spain. He doesn’t speak english, so you had to learn spanish as a kid. You quickly take the call and happily greet him. “Hey, brother! How’s Spain treating you?”

“Hey! It’s great here, everyone is so nice, the food is delicious, and the women are good-looking. Nothing beats your homemade stuffed peppers, though.” You laugh. He seems to be enjoying himself there. “You’re enjoying yourself! Good! I can’t wait to see you again next month! I’ll talk to you later, okay? I’m over at Ichimatsu’s house, and i’m making breakfast. So I can’t talk for very much longer.”

“Okay. Talk later, okay? And tell Ichimatsu that if he hurts you I’m coming over there to personally punch him in the face.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell him. See ya.”

“Bye.”

“I didn’t know you could speak spanish…” you heard Ichimatsu’s  tired voice behind you. “Oh, yeah. I had to learn since my parents adopted my brother from Spain.”

“Cool…” was all he said, and he lazily placed his forehead onto the back of your head, letting his arms dangle toward the floor.. Later, after you’ve eaten and the other brothers had gotten up, you were laying your head on Ichimatsu’s lap and reading a book while he entertained himself with the cat on his side.

You had been watching Jyushimatsu’s baseball game, and his team was crushing the other team with a 5-2 lead. It was currently Jyushi’s turn to bat, so you watched intensely. Right now, he was taking practice swings, so you harmlessly shout “Go, Jyushimatsu!” And he also earned some applause from the audience. He turns around to you and gives a thumbs up and his usual big smile, shouting “Hustle, Muscle!” You smile right back as the crowd quiets down. Jyushi steps up to the plate and focuses. The first pitch is thrown, it goes straight through the plate. Jyushi reacts immediately. A loud crack echoes through the field, and the ball does a line drive through the middle of the field. By the time you take your eyes off the ball and bring them to Jyushi, he’s already past first base. The outfielders are struggling to get to the ball before Jyushi makes it to second. It was close, but Jyushi got to second base just in time for the ball to get into the second baseman’s mitt. The intense shouts of the crowd are bringing the morale of the other team down, and having a good affect on our team. “Dammit. Where am I?” You look to the right at the German speaker, and realize he’s actually a foreigner. He’s messing with his cellphone, even though there’s no service out here. He’s also wearing an expensive-looking suit, even though it’s about 85 degrees outside.His blonde hair is slicked back, and he’s… intimidatingly tall and muscular, his face looks really intense. You cautiously walk up to him and speak. “Sorry, do you need help?” He looks at you, and nods. “I seem to have given the cab driver the wrong address, and he brought me here. I’m actually supposed to be at a conference building.” A businessman, huh? “I can probably show you, if you want. But you’ll have to wait until the game is over, my boyfriend is out there, on second base.” The foreigner looks to second base, seemingly impressed. He then looks to his watch, then the scoreboard. It’s the bottom of the ninth inning. The foreigner shrugs. “I have time. Why not enjoy a good baseball game.” Then, a shorter, brown-haired fellow runs up to the foreigner. You can’t help but notice he has an unruly curl sticking out of his head. “Ludwig, Ludwig!” He continues to prance toward the foreigner, Ludwig, with a blissful expression on his face. He’s speaking Italian, so you can’t understand, but Ludwig apparently does, since he mumbles something in Italian back to the smaller man. You watch as the Italian reached onto his tippy toes to kiss Ludwig’s temple. You smile and turn back to the game. The current batter has two balls and one strike, and the next pitch is about to be thrown. The next pitch goes straight across the plate, and the batter hits it hard. The ball goes all the way over the fence. Screams from yourself and the crowd are heard as Jyushimatsu and the other player run all the way around the bases. With that, the game was over. Jyushi’s team won 7-2. Well, that was short lived for the foreigners… oh well. The players shake hands and return to the dugout for the captain’s speech and congratulate each other. After a few minutes, Jyushi runs out of the dugout toward you, and you run to him as well and crash into a hug. “Congratulations, Jyushi!” you say excitedly as you let go. “Thank You!” Jyushi basically shouts and raises his fist in the air. You smile at him. You really do love him. Oh yeah! “Hey, Jyushi, I ran into these foreigners,” you point at the foreign duo next to you with your thumb and continue. “I promised to help them to the conference building.” Jyushimatsu looks to the foreigner with delighted eyes and steals his hand to shake it vigorously. While Jyushi was hyperextending Ludwig’s arm, the Italian seemed to frolick around, not paying attention. “Veee~” was all he said “My name is Jyushimatsu! I like baseball!” Smiling, you turn to Ludwig and translate. “He said his name is Jyushimatsu, and he likes baseball.”  Your hyper lover then looks at you in surprise. “Ehhhh?! I didn’t know you speak funny!” Oh, right. You speak German. You forgot to mention. “Oh, yeah. I speak German-”

“It sounds funny!” Jyushimatsu said before laughing and speaking again. “Teach me! Teach me!” Dammit, why do you always grin like an idiot whenever Jyushimatsu gets excited… actually, hes always excited.. “Alright, I’ll teach you. Now let’s get these men to the conference building before sundown. We don’t want to get home too late.”

“Yaaay! German! German!”

(I put Germany and Italy in after I actually posted this scenario, but the opportunity was too good to pass up!)

Todomatsu wanted to spend his day off with you, so you’d been at the Matsuno household since noon that day. After playing poker with the other five, dominating at Mariokart, and eating the dinner that Karamatsu made, you were all watching television. You were curled up into Todomatsu’s side, and his arm was draped over your shoulders. Right now, there is a commercial about flavored bread. For some reason, the star of the commercial is dressed as the stereotype frenchman. You came up with a marvelous pun when he put the bread into a toaster. “I guess you can call it french toast.” Of course, it was a horrible pun, and like any other person you hate yourself for it. You feel Todomatsu’s chest vibrate as he chuckles. “Toast français pour le Français…” You chuckle at Todomatsu’s understanding of the pun. Did he just speak french? You decide to test out his french skills. “Todomatsu, do you speak French?” His eyes locked with yours, and he replies in fluent french. “Oui, I see you do, too. By the way…” He leaned toward your ear and brushed his lips against your lobe. “You sound cute when you speak french.” Heat pools into your cheeks as you feel Totty’s breath on your ear, and a shiver travels up your spine. “T-Todomatsu…” You close your eyes for an amount of time. When you open them, you look to the other brothers, who are staring at you and Todomatsu in surprise and disbelief. “U-uhh…” 

Accepted Thoughts

Originally posted by lovetheworldlife

Author’s Note: This was shit. I’m sorry anons. :( I tried my best to make it flow. I love TV shows. I’m sorry. Again, Inspired by, How I Met Your Mother: A Change of Heart s6E18.

Requested by Anonymous: hello love! I just read a couple of your latest and I’m in awe. this is why I’m trusting you with a prompt: There’s a new member on the team, and for the most part the team likes her. She’s sarcastic, funny, smart, and a complete fucking trainwreck. Like, manic pixie dream girl type shit. But, she’s very good at was she does. She has crazy colours in her hair and body mods etc. Maybe even some unsavoury illegal habits. Cap thinks she’s fascinating, and is having a hard time accepting that.

Requested by Anonymous: Can I have one where the reader reads minds and saves someone off the street from attempt rape?

Warnings: Attempt Rape

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 2065


“We’re going,” you stated bluntly.

The Avengers in the room sighed. The members that did have the day-off were lounging around the common room and just wanted to hang out at the Tower, but you wanted to go out and live your life before your untimely demise. You guys had a risky job, meaning every moment is valuable.

Natasha stated flatly, “We’re not going to a bar.”

“Fine,” you said with a smirk. The others looked at you with eyebrows raised, suspicious on why you caved in so easily. “Just remember,” you then continued with a finger raised. “I’ve got dirt on each of you, and I am not afraid to spill it.”

The team let out an exasperated sigh. Tony explained, “Y/N, you can’t blackmail us into going to a bar.”

“Really, Tony?” you challenged with a lit-up face. “Even if I were to mention,” you started, your face scrunched up, pretending to be in deep thought, which quickly faded to nothing but a mischievous smirk. “Oh, I don’t know… the guinea pig?”

Tony gasped, then narrowed his eyes. “You son of a bitch.”

“Language,” you said in a singsongy voice. Then, you sent a wink at the super soldier, who just shook his head with a smile.

“Fine,” Tony announced.

You smiled at that. “Clint?” you challenged, hip jutted out.

“You got nothing on me,” he affirmed with a confident look.

“The calzone?” you simply said.

He bowed his head. “Checkmate,” he uttered.

“Nat,” you tested, placing a hand on your hip.

“Don’t say the dream, don’t say the dream, don’t say the dream,” she repeated under her breath, looking down at the floor. The boys in the room looked at her with furrowed brows, wondering what would have the confident assassin so nervous with a tail between her legs. She looked up at you to see you with one eyebrows raised.

“I’m gone,” Nat announced, leaning back on the couch, defeated.

“Steve?” you confronted.

“Go ahead,” Steve stated. “Give me your best. My life’s an open book. Quite literally. There’s an exhibit of my life in the Smithsonian.”

“Newspapers in your shoes,” you said.

“I had to put newspapers in my shoes, so they wouldn’t slip off when I walk,” he explained fearlessly. “Not ashamed.”

You said with narrowed eyes, “Back alleys.”

“Behind a movie theater. Told a guy to shut up. Got punched in the face.” Steve said. “What else you got?” The others in the room chuckled at this. Steve was always playful with you, compared to his soldier-self during mission.

“Okay Steve,” you stated confidently, crossing your arms in front of you. “The thermos.”

Steve’s eyes widened. He then quickly added, “I think going to a bar tonight is a great idea.”

You smiled, finally have won this conversation.

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