tall-building

Alex ‘I’m going to jump off this tall ass building and assume my sister will catch me’ Danvers blurting out 'Marry me’ to her girlfriend is absolutely in character.

Alex goes HARD at everything in life, with the previous single exception of her love life.  College-aged Alex went hard, throwing back shots and putting her life in a negative spiral.  DEO recruit Alex goes hard, completely turning her life around and making herself indispensable.  Hell, even now, when she’s essentially second in command behind J'onn, she’s still going hard and doing things like 'Thursday morning knife throwing practice’, which you know isn’t necessary, it’s just who Alex is (and the other DEO agents find it a little terrifying and intimidating, but it also motivates them to be BETTER, because if Alex Danvers is still pushing herself like this…).  Sister Alex goes hardest of all. She was willing to die in a damn plane crash to avoid the risk of Kara exposing herself.

Anyway, the one area of her life she never went hard in, because it never previously made sense to her, was her love life.  And now she’s found someone who fits perfectly into her world, and we think she wouldn’t go all out hard on that?  Maggie gets her, knows about the DEO and Kara, doesn’t show a bit of jealously or desire to come between Alex’s relationship with Kara, they have similar likes and interests, of course Alex is going to grab onto that with both hands and ride it at full speed.  Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer were pretty much made for each other.

Mileage will vary, and maybe it’s because I just watched every single Sanvers scene of the season last week (for science/research reasons, okay?) , but I think the progression felt realistic.  If Maggie and Alex were younger, say, 23 or under, I might be more inclined to think Alex shouldn’t be proposing to her first girlfriend so soon, but they’re not; they’re around 30, and they both know their own minds and have strong personalities.  Not to mention, they’ve already declared they want a lifetime of firsts together, which is a kind of proposal in itself.

Alex knows how fragile life can be, knows she and Maggie both work extremely dangerous jobs; add on top of that Kara’s plea for Alex to 'Never let her go’, and how close the entire city came to being destroyed, and I just think the moment played out right.  It doesn’t mean I want to see a wedding in like episode 2 of season 3. Engagements can last a long time, and there’s plenty of material for them to mine from before an actual wedding (more Maggie Sawyer character development and back story, damn it), but the blurted out proposal felt right to me.

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Analemma Tower Hanging From An Asteroid In Space

In the words of the architects Clouds Architecture Office:

Analemma inverts the traditional diagram of an earth-based foundation, instead depending on a space-based supporting foundation from which the tower is suspended. This system is referred to as the Universal Orbital Support System (UOSS). By placing a large asteroid into orbit over earth, a high strength cable can be lowered towards the surface of earth from which a super tall tower can be suspended. Since this new tower typology is suspended in the air, it can be constructed anywhere in the world and transported to its final location. The proposal calls for Analemma to be constructed over Dubai, which has proven to be a specialist in tall building construction at one fifth the cost of New York City construction.

Posting just to read some reactions: incredibly stupid or visionary genius?

Thanks for the feedback @sirlagsalotzzz & @abraca-awesome!

  • Straight person: I hate it when gay people shove being gay in my face it's gross...
  • Me a gay: *jumps off a tall building using the gay pride flag as a parachute as other lgbt people gather a choir around the straight to sing Troye and Hayley Kiyoko songs, landing perfectly in the centre as the song switches to "Gettin' bi" and rainbow fireballs fall from the sky above.
  • Straight person: *crumbles*
Secret

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 2426

Warnings: NSFW 18+. Smut, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) chocolate pie porn.

Request: Hello! I have a request, could you do one where the reader starts working for Tony and soon after the reader and Bucky start a secret affair? Thanks love! - Anon

A/N: Here you go my dear! Sorry that it took me so long!



‘You can do this.’

‘You have worked hard for this.’

‘You deserve this.’

The pep talk you were giving yourself as you drove up to the gate surrounding the Avengers compound wasn’t helping your nerves at all. You leaned forward to look up through your windshield at the concrete walls. This place was a fortress.

You rolled your window down when you approached a booth. You hit the green call button and jumped at the electronic voice that spoke.

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SILK UNDER HIS SUIT  ੭  JUNGKOOK

 

Contains : secretagent!jungkook, SMUT !  

Group : BTS  

Member : Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook

Words : + 3,5k

Summary : Jungkook could get away with pretty much anything, partly thanks to his young looks and friendly smile, but mostly because of his secret agent skills. He trained for so long, and now he was finally one of the best agents of his company, never failing to do his job, quickly and properly. Every single one of his mission is a success, until he finds out who is his new target : his childhood best friend.

Originally posted by bangmebangtanmtl

A/N : I’m thinking about making a part two, so if you think I should or just want to give a feedback or a request, everything is here ! I didn’t proof read.


Jungkook’s foot was tapping on the marble floor, patiently waiting as he observed the paitings on the wall facing him. He already saw them a hundred times, but the abstract paintings were still a mystery to him.

The boy adjusted his tie, hearing the heavy footsteps behind the door. Patiently, he watched the shadow forme on the glass door, getting up as soon as it opened.

Confident, he took a step, nodding at the tall man in a black suit before disappearing behind the door, the man closing it after him.

Jungkook knew the path by heart, quickly walking towards the desk at the end of the hallway, a hand running in his hair.
His footsteps echoed against the walls, and soon enough, he was greeted by an overly white room, the only black thing being the massive desk and the man’s suit, looking through the bay window.

Jungkook silently waited, hands in his back. He had to say that the view was amazing, the city looked tiny under his feets, he felt powerfull.
The man hummed, turning around.
It also wasn’t the first time that Jungkook saw his boss, but the man had such a strong aura, forcing his respect.

His piercing eyes carefully watched as Jungkook bowed, a warm smile decorating his face.

“Jungkook.”, greeted the man, he was the only one in the building to call him by his actual name.

“Sir.”, said Jungkook, keeping his back straight.

The man’s hand pointed towards the chair in front of his desk, silently asking Jungkook to sit.
He quickly walked towards the black chair, sitting and waiting for his boss to talk again.

“Your last mission was a success. You did well.”, said the man, sitting on his imposing chair.

Jungkook opened his mouth, before closing it again, taken back. It was really rare for his boss to compliment anyone.
“Thank you, sir.” said, Jungkook, head bowing.

The man smilled, opening a drawer before placing a brown file on his desk. With his index, he made it slide towards the boy.

“Here’s your next mission. Kill them, I want evidence, search for any files, the usual. Do it as quickly as possible, no need to investigate.”, simply said his boss.
Jungkook nodded, familiar with the procedures, taking the file without opening it. It was light, maybe just a page or two, which was unusual, but he didn’t show anything.

His boss nodded to the door, his dark locks moving in front of his eyes. Jungkook quickly got up, walking down the hallway, files in hand. Exiting the office, he gave one last look at the door, the black plaque with a carved “Min Yoongi” shinning under the neon light.




Jungkook ran up his stairs, nodding at his neighbor before opening his apartment door.
Entering in the darkness of the room, the boy sighed, tugging at his tie.
The small ray of lights coming from the window were enough for his tired eyes, Jungkook took off his shoes, throwing the file on the table in front of his tv.

His hand ran in his hair, messing his dark locks, he hated that he had to style them everytime he had to meet his boss.
Quickly, he walked towards his fridge, taking a bottle of beer, dragging the cold glass along his neck and collarbones before opening it.

It was way too hot, he thought, rolling his sleeve up. After this, he hoped that his new mission was in another country, somewhere where the climate was decent, or even in another city, he was growing tired of Seoul and his busy streets and neon lights. He also wanted something with more investigation.

The boy sighed, collapsing on his couch. He took a sip of his beer, eyes fixed on the file in front of him.
He always had a strange feeling everytime he had to start a new mission, he knew he was risking his life everytime. On the other hand, it’s what he chose to do, he couldn’t complaine.

Placing his bottle on the table, Jungkook reached to grab the brown folder, sitting comfortably before opening it.

His eyes quickly traveled on the paper, before stopping on the picture,

and he froze.

His eyes widen, could it be ? could it be Y/N ? he asked himself. The girl on the picture looked so much like her, his mouth fell agape, trying to distinguish the features of the girl on the blurry picture.
She was on the street, on hand firmly grabbing a large green and black drawing pad.

His heart started beating, turning the page, hoping to find another picture. The other one was clearer, the girl was smiling brightly, it looked like a photoshoot, and they were no doubt.

“Y/N…”, breathed Jungkook.

It had to be an error, it had to, he thought. But the more he looked at the pictures, the more he was convinced it was you.
The same eyes, the same smile.

Jungkook nervously searched for the information sheet, silently praying that he wouldn’t find your name writen black on white.
But he did, and he found your name, your adress, your number, your birth date, everything.
It was you.

He threw the file back on the table, as if he was repulsed by it, his head falling in his hands.
It’s been years since he saw you for the last time, when he had to leave Busan to train. Jungkook felt a heartache while seeing the pictures, the same he felt when he left you. Jungkook didn’t have a lot of regrets, but leaving his hometown without keeping in touch with you was his biggest regret.

After all, you were his best friend, and he never found someone that understood him like you did, he never felt so many things towards someone else.
He usually found himself thinking about you at night, his mind was always busy during the day, and when he did, he liked to comfort himself and think that he was only protecting you.

He had to do the same to his parents, he had to lie to them, tell them he had a normal, small job in Seoul, but they didn’t know that they were protected from afar by his company, however, the company only protected their agent’s family, and no one else.

By the adress, you lived in Seoul now, apparently, you left Busan too. But what happened ? Why were you his new prey ?

Did he had to kill you ?

Thinking about this, his head snapped back up.

He wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

It wasn’t like he never killed someone, but you weren’t anyone. Jungkook breathed in, his mind running. He couldn’t let you go, his boss would be disappointed, and he would get someone else to get the job done. He couldn’t kill you, it was beyond his power.

On the other hand, his agent self told him that maybe, just maybe, you did something so horrible that he had to kill you ? After all, his company worked for the gouvernment, he was killing the bad guys, right ?

His head fell back in his hands, foot tapping on the floor. From all the people, it had to be you, it had to be him.
Frustrated, his fist slammed on the table, the bottle shaking.

He got up, trying to block any unprofessional thought, it was his job, you were his pray, you were no one.
He gave a last glare to your adress, before grabbing his keys.




Jungkook exited out of his car, immediatly facing the tall building, somewhere, behind one of these windows, was his new prey.
Jungkook’s mind was running, as he walked towards the door, getting in the fresh ground floor.

He looked around, there were no cameras, no one at the reception. He instantly noticed the elevator, and slided in when the massive grey doors opened.
Jungkook’s finger pressed on the number, remebering your adress that he saw on the file.

The doors opened, and somehow, Jungkook couldn’t move. He couldn’t exit the cubic space, he felt heavy.
He noticed that his hands were sweaty, and he quickly rubbed them on his jean. He breathed, he was feeling like his unconfident old self again.

He snapped when he saw the doors close again, putting a firm hand between them and getting out of the small space where he felt like he was suffocating.

His shoes met the soft dark carpet, his eyes searching for the right number.
“Fourteen…fourteen…”, he breathed to himself, as if he needed to remember himself why he was here.

Quickly, he found the door, your door, a small “14″ on the door. You were probably behind these wall,s he was facing his path, and his decisions.
He took a deep breath, a voice in his head still trying to find a solution, trying to find a way to get you both out of here, no matter what you did to appear in his boss’ files.

He straightened his back, fist getting closer to the wood, before he stopped. Were you even going to recognise him ? Would it be easier for him ? Were you still the same person he knew ?

Pushing back his questions, his fist tapped on your door, before the hallway fell in silence.
Seconds felt like minutes, and the more he waited, the more he wanted to run and disappear.
But the door opened.

The door opened, and he froze.
You obviously suffering from the heat, only wearing a short and a tank top, one hand holding a black fan.
A thin layer of sweat was visible, making your skin glow, but Jungkook’s eyes where glued on your face, drinking in every detail.
Every other night, he wished he could see you, but not in those circumstances.
The both of you were silent, but something broke when you opened your mouth, a gasp falling from your lips.

“J-Jungkook ?”, you asked, stopping every movement from your hand.

And the boy felt his heart sank to the his feets when he heard you say his name, and he felt even worst when he felt your arms wrap around his torso.

Although, he couldn’t help himself, a sweet smile streching his lips, his own arms holding you. And he felt complete in a way, a weight leaving his shoulder, but the weight of what he had to you was still here and significant.

“Hi.”, he didn’t know what to say, he didn’t know what to do, he was helpless, a hand rubbing your back.

Your hand hit his torso, taking him off garde, all senses alert, he had to think twice and not make any moves to defend himself.

“Where have you been ? Y-you fucking disappeared.”, you said, eyebrows furrowed, clearly ready to cry.

 “Y/N, it’s-”, he started, before you pulled him inside your apartment.

“Wait, d-do you want something to drink ?” you asked, while desturing towards your couch.

“No, thank you.”, Jungkook smiled, you were still the same. He looked around your apartment with modest furnitures, but it was clean.
He looked over the window, seeing the setting sun.

You sat next to him, your hand cupping his cheek.

“Look at you.”, you breathed. And Jungkook couldn’t help but smile, his head tilting to feel you touch.

“And l look at you.”, he laughed, a genuine laugh.

“So, what happened ?”, you asked, crossing your legs to fully turn your body towards him.

Jungkook got lost in his thoughts, a part of him wanted to tell you the truth, be true to you, but another half of him told him to just do what he was used to do, lie.

“Do we…really have to talk about that ?”, he asked. You moved your head, before he changed the subject.

“What about you ?”, he asked. At the moment, all he wanted was to hear you talk, catch up with everything that happened. And hopefully, just for a second, he would feel like he never left you.

“Oh, when-when you left, it was hard.”, you breathed. “But, you probably felt the same thing, you also had to leave your hometown.” and Jungkook smiled, closing his eyes, you always had been such a comprehensive person.

“But, you’re here now, right.”, you said, a hand grabbing his, and he melted, slowly becoming putty in your hands, and he felt like he was a teenage boy again. He nodded, and you continued.

“Eventually, I also moved from Busan. And now I’m an art major.”, you simply explained.

“How is Busan now ?”, he asked, eager to know more about his hometown.

“Oh you know, it’s the same, nothing really changed.”

He breathed, but his real goal came back in his mind like a torrent, his smile fading. He looked at you, detaling everyone of your features, his jaw tightening.

“Are you okay ?”, you asked, you hand coming back to his cheek.

He closed his eyes, he honestly felt like crying, the gesture adding on, you were the only one to touch him like that, the smallest touch making him feel so many things he thought he would never experience ever again.

“I missed you.”, Jungkook said, his voice breaking, and he hated himself for being so weak. He was trained to hide his emotions, or fake them, but everything he learned was thrown by the window.

He kept his eyes closed, trying to push every thoughts in a corner of his mind, his shoulders tensed, he wished he could find a way to fix everything, he wished so many things.

But his eyes opened when he felt your lips on his, the feeling nearly foreign to him. But before he could truly understand it, you pulled back.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t know-”, you tried, before getting cut by Jungkook’s lips crashing on yours. And suddently, he was craving for more, lips moving against yours, his hand coming in contact with your hair.
He couldn’t say he never thought about it, he did from time to time asked himself what would have happened if he never left, and he wondered if you and him would’ve been more than best friends.

Jungkook pulled back, allowing both of you to breath, murmuring a “I missed you so much.”, against your lips.
He was feeling things he was prohibited to feel, he was thought that love, lust, sympathy were things to avoid.

But in a way, the mixture of all those thing, and you, were pulling all his pieces together again, and he felt like if he let you go, all his parts would fall again.

“I missed you.”, you said, your own voice breaking, and Jungkook pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around your waist, his head dropping in your neck.
He breathed in your perfume, before leaving a hard kiss where your neck and shoulder met, your fingers intertwining with the locks of his hair.

Jungkook swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. He saw your shaky hand grab a handful of his shirt, before taking taking the first button between your fingers.

You didn’t move for a second, waiting for him to approuve, and he did, nodding. And with that, your digits went to work, unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a kiss on his torso everytime a new parcelle of skin was exposed.

Soon enough, his shirt was open, your hands running up and down the smooth skin, your lips coming back to his mouth.
“I still can’t believe you left me like that.”, you breathed against his lips, in an attempt to get a reaction from him.

And it worked, his hand delicatly grabbing your jaw, peppering kisses on your jawline and neck, “I’m sorry.”, he breathed.

Jungkook sucked on your skin, a moan tumbling down from your lips, making a hiss escape his mouth.
Unconsciously, your hips started rocking on top of Jungkook’s thigh, your breath growing irregular.

The boy didn’t notice, to busy pulling your top off, eager to feel your skin against his. You pulled his shirt out of his shoulder, throwing it somewhere on the couch, alongside your top, your hips moving again.
Your head fell backwards, exposing your throat. Jungkook instantly attached his mouth to the skin, his teeth slightly biting on it.

“Jungkook.”, you cried out. The boy hummed, his hands travelling on your chest before resting on your lower half.

“Touch me.”, you begged, lightly pulling on his hair.

Jungkook’s breath got caught in his throat, buttles rising in his stomach. Everything was a blur around him, his mind focused on you. His hand unzipped your pants, before letting them fall on the ground. He stopped for a second, eyes travelling up and down your body.

“You look beautiful.”, he said, fingers tugging at the hem of your black panties,

“But I would rather take these off.”, he continued, finding a new confidence.

A hand on your waist, the boy layed you on the couch, your head on the arm rest. His other hand grabbed the back of your thigh, his lips dragging on your skin from your collarbones to your hip bone, where he marked you.

Your hand grabbed the back of his head, a sigh leaving your lips. Before you could talk again, Jungkook’s digits hooked under the hem of your panties, taking it off and placing himself between your legs.

His breath ghosting over your heat, he keept eye contact before placing a single kiss on your clit. This simple touch making a faint moan escape from your lips, chest rising and falling at and uneven pace.

You closed your eyes, impatiently licking your lips, before mumbling a “Please.”, and that’s all he needed.His lips immediatly wrapping around your clit, sucking, before his digits started teasing your entrance. Jungkook hummed at your taste, the vibrations making you moan.

Licking and sucking, his finger finally pushed in, making your back arched, your moan filling the room. The boy’s eyes were closed, focused, his hips almost bucking everytime he heard your moan. Your noises sounded like heaven, and all he wanted was to hear more.

You, on the other hand, wanted to feel more, your body craving to feel more.
“Jungkook.”, you called. He opened his eyes, filled with lust. “More.”, you begged, unable to form a full sentence. You tugged on his hair, hoping he would get the hint.

He looked up, lips and chin shining. “More.”, you asked again, hand pushing his jeans.
Jungkook understood, quickly taking his pants and underwear off. He was hard, the tip red, a drop of pre-cum leaking. He wanted to pleasure you first, but the both of you were too impationt, craving for each other’s body.

His fingers intertwined with yours, resting on the arm rest on each side of your head, you gave him a nod, and his lips met yours in a sloppy kiss before pushing in. Moans coming from each side.

His pace was slow, he wanted it to last, whimpers tumbling from his lips. His torso was brushing against yours, sweat forming on your skin.
Jungkook closed his eyes, trying to process the amount of pleasure he was feeling.

Your name was falling from his lips like a prayer, before falling on the crook of your neck, trying to muffle his moans.
Broken moans were heard from the both of you, his pace quicken, his hips bucking without his will.

Jungkook’s teeth dugged into your skin, making you cry out. One of his hand left your, travelling down your body before he met you hip. Your nails dragged on his back, making sure to leave marks when Jungkook’s finger started circling on your clit.

Your back arched, forgetting to breath for a moment when his finger tip pressed hard, his dick hitting a particular spot.

“I’m gonna cum.”, you warned, eyes shut.

“Let go, I’m here.”, he said, his finger pressing hard, and that’s all you needed, your eyes rolling back, a long moan coming from your lips.

“Fuck, fuck.”, he cursed, hips slowing down.

Jungkook came shortly after, a final grown escaping his lips, mumbling a “God.”, through gritted teeths. Your hand went once again through his hair, pulling back the dark locks falling in his eyes.

Collapsing on top of you, his fingertips caressed the multiple hickies he left on your skin, before pulling out, arms wrapped around you.

His mind was empty, he was full, and he wished it never stopped, but his head snapped back up.
Distraught eyes looking at you, he quickly got up, throwing you clothes on you, “You need to leave the town.”

I Hate You {Part One}

Theo x Reader

Warnings: Young!Theo bullying reader

Part Two


“Theo, stop it.” You whimpered as he grabbed your back pack and held it up so you couldn’t grab it.

“What you gonna do cry?” he teased, laughing when you snuffled but shook your head.

“Please give it back.” You begged but he just shrugged, tossing it away from the both of you, breaking your pencils and splitting your juice cartoon all over you school books.

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Avengers x reader

A/N: This is my first Avengers imagine/reader insert, so I’m trying to get used to writing them. Otherwise, I like how it turned out for my first try(even though I can point out a list of things I could have done different, or added, but whatever?) Anyways, I hope you enjoy!


It was a typical Friday night for New York City and the Avengers themselves, who resided inside the tower for the night. A thunderstorm raged on outside the tall building, the secure windows of the main lounge area showcasing the pouring rain and occasional lightning strikes outside. 

Most of Earth’s mightiest heroes were relaxed in the lounge. The TV was playing a Pixar movie; Steve and Bucky’s eyes glued to the screen. They’ve been going through their list of movies to watch and catch up on and tonight it was the movie UP. It was getting to the emotional bits, so the two super-soldiers’ attention were on the screen. 

Clint and Natasha sat near the kitchen, chatting over whatever came to mind. Mostly any interesting or exciting things to happen through the week. Tony and Bruce were in the lab working on their most recent project. Everyone else was either in their rooms or somewhere else around the tower. No one was dumb enough to venture out into the storm.

A ding came from the elevator, catching the attention of the two assassins before its sleek doors slid open to reveal (Y/N).

“Hey, (Y/N), we were wondering when you’d-” Clint shut his mouth after catching a look of their teammate before laughter spilled out of his mouth immediately after.

Stepping out of the elevator, (Y/N) stopped and stared at the hysteric archer, unamused. The girl’s (h/c) locks were plastered to her face, pretty much every inch of her body soaked from the rain outside. “Go ahead, laugh it up,” she grumbled.


“Did I hear- MY FLOORS!” Tony’s distraught cry fueled Clint’s hysteria more but with an elbow to the ribs from Natasha, he shut up. “What happened to you?”,the redhead made her way over to the drenched girl with a small chuckle.

The other two in the room paused their movie to help out, getting towels from the hall closet.

(Y/N) sent a thankful smile their way, putting a towel under her feet as to not ruin Tony’s precious flooring. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him relax, making her roll her eyes while she dried herself some. 

“I was walking home from work when the storm came out of nowhere,” she explained. The girl shifted the towels in her arms, pulling something from underneath her hoodie. “I was almost home when something- or rather someone- called out for help.” With a small smile, she pulled the towels back just in time for a tiny kitten to peak it’s head out.


“Aw!” Natasha cooed, joined by Clint once he walked closer to the group. The group stared at the little bundle of cuteness as it took a look around, curious. The kitten was young, about a few weeks old, a varied colored tabby with big brown eyes. 

“This little guy was all alone in al alleyway.” (Y/N) further explained the creatures sad story, stroking its head. “The box he was in was mostly drenched and there wasn’t any other cats or people around so I couldn’t just leave him.”

“He looks healthy,” mumbled Tony, surprisingly taking the cat from (Y/N)’s hands to cradle it awkwardly. “I’ll get Bruce or Vision to take a look at him while you get changed.” (Y/N) couldn’t stop the touched smile that spread on her face.

“Thanks, Tony. That’s really-”

“Just don’t mess up my floors further.” The group all rolled their eyes, going back to their own activities once Tony left.


(Y/N) padded down the hall, warmed up from her shower and in a fresh pair of PJs. She smiled at the growing excitement in her chest at the thought of her new found furry friend. 

There were more voices coming from the lounge when (Y/N) got closer. She eventually entered the room, spotting a few more faces that joined everyone on the couches. Bruce, Vision and the Maximoff twins joined in on the fun of gushing over the kitten they found earlier.

“He seems fine,” Bruce shifted the cat in his hands, the little guy now bundled in a small blanket on his lap. “No injuries or any illnesses. A little malnourished from being left outside, but otherwise okay.”

“One lucky little fella!” Pietro petted the kitty, earning a cute little meow. It seems he enjoyed all the attention.

“Thanks again you guys.” (Y/N) slipped in between Bruce and Wanda on the couch, the doctor handing the cat over once she settled. “I was worried no one could let me keep him.”


Well-” Tony raised a finger, about to protest when Bruce sent him a look over his shoulder. He sighed, giving up any further attempt at an argument. “I mean, who could say no to the little guy.”

“Right?” (Y/N) smiled at the cat, picking him up gently to kiss his teeny nose. “You’re just so cute!” He mewed again, the group of heroes laughing at the interaction.


The next day the skies cleared and the sun shined down on the city. The tower was going through its morning routine when excited shouted traveled through its halls.

Guys guys guys!”(Y/N) ran into the kitchen where mostly everyone was seated, eating breakfast. She slid on the tiled floor, a huge smile on her face as she held something behind her back.

“What what what!” Clint cried back, imitating his friend and earning a few collective chuckles from the group. The thrilled hero took out the object from behind her, holding it up for all to see.

The rescued kitten from the previous night sat in her hands, droopy-eyed from waking up. Besides that a little white turtle neck sat snug on his body, roomy enough to be comfortable with small arm holes.

“Oh my gosh, that’s adorable!” Wanda instantly came to their side, forgetting her breakfast to hold the kitten.

“You made that?” Bucky asked, to which (Y/N) nodded proudly. She sat next to him at the bar, taking the mug of (f/d) Tony offered her.

“Yup,” she answered, popping the last syllable. “While he slept. Poor little Leo, I shoved that thing on him right after he woke up.”

At the choice of the kitten’s name, Tony sent her a look, as if to say ‘really?’. “Leo?” (Y/N) simply shrugged. “First name to come to mind.”


“Who is this Leo?” Thor and Loki now entered the kitchen, along with Sam who went over to chat with Steve. He flicked Bucky’s ear on the way which caused a mini slap-fight to follow. (Y/N) ignored the cat fight in the background to address the gods. 

“Leo’s a kitten we rescued last night from the storm. He’s now a part of the family~” Loki rolled his eyes and instead of fawning over the cat went in search of coffee. Thor, on the other hand, seemed thrilled, taking Leo from Wanda and into his hands. Leo looked even smaller in the bigger man’s hands but didn’t look phased at all. 

Thor brought Leo eye level before speaking to him. “Hello Leo, I am Thor.” Another eye roll from Loki while the others laughed. 

A/N: Thanks for reading! I just couldn’t help writing this once the idea popped into my head as I found that picture on Instagram. I hope you enjoyed, and I’d love to read your feedback if you have any! :D Although, I apologize if I don’t have messages set up or something like that. I’m new to Tumblr when it comes to posting and communicating. 

“I Don’t Get Jealous”  Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1,754

Lucifer x Reader

Request from Anon: Jealous Lucifer x reader please! Maybe where reader helps another Angel groom their wings and doesn’t understand how intimate it is or why Lucifer is so jealous.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst

A/N: omg I’ve never wrote Lucifer before, I hope you like this, I was very nervous to write it lol. also i prefer mark pellegrino as lucifer better so i’m gonna use him for the gifs


Originally posted by markpellegrinoworld

Being in a relationship was hard.

Being a human in a relationship with an angel, let alone Lucifer himself, was even harder.

When you and Lucifer had met, you knew who he was, what he was. You’d been helping Sam and Dean hunt him down for god’s sake. You hated him to his gut, and wanted him back into the cage. That certainly didn’t change when you had first met.

He had taken you captive to hold you as bait for Sam and Dean, as you were their cousin and he knew that they would do anything for you. He kept you locked away in a room and only visited a few times a day when he would be giving you food. Those few times a day turned into several times a day, and the two of you started having meaningful conversations. You realized that he wasn’t as bad as everyone made him out to be- he just wanted to be loved by his dad, and he was honestly just hurt by the situation.

Lucifer eventually let you out of captivity, but you didn’t want to leave. You chose to stay there with him, much to Sam and Dean’s liking. But you couldn’t leave Lucifer. You felt like you had a connection with him, like you understood each other unlike anybody else.

Lucifer felt the same about you. When he had first taken you, he didn’t see you as anything but a piece of meat. You were beautiful, but you were nothing. Just a way to get Sam and Dean crawling into his lair so he could kill them, and then you. But once he started talking to you, he grew a liking towards you. He started to feel like he could trust you, which was something huge with him. He didn’t trust anybody. Eventually, when he realized that maybe his hiding place was too far out of reach for the boys, he decided he was going to let you go. He was genuinely sad once he realized that this woman that he had grown to like was leaving him, but that was immediately gone once you told him that you were staying.

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Bound By A Name

Originally posted by thorduna

Thor x reader

Prompt: soulmate au where the name of your soulmate is tattooed on your wirst

 

F/N  L/N

In all the millennia he’d been alive Thor had no idea how many times he’d looked at that name — the one written in black elegant script on his wrist.

He’d memorized it by now and didn’t even need to look at it to remember the words.

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The Ultimate Test

A/N: It’s 3 AM and I decided to not sleep and write this instead. I missed my one year fic-i-versary (it was the 21st) so pretend that this is written for that. Thank you guys for everything you have done for me and for making me feel so loved - I wouldn’t be where I am today without you all. I hope you enjoy this.

Summary: Your relationship with Spencer has had its ups and downs like any normal marriage, but it is put to the test when Spencer gets put on trial for murder. (Think 12x15)

Word Count: 1500 ish

Warnings: Season 12 spoilers (It’s kind of crucial that you at least have a little idea of what’s happening in the show before reading this). Angst.

Originally posted by caliciaporter

Being Spencer Reid’s wife was like a dream come true.

He constantly showered you with his love, left you little love notes all around your apartment, and stole kisses from you when you made breakfast. When he was out on a case, he would always be sure to send you something. Whether it be a single long stemmed rose or a bag of your favorite candy, even when he was away he would make sure that you knew that he was thinking about you. The love you had for each other was unwavering and everlasting, as it was stated during your wedding ceremony. Nothing could change that.

The way he loved your daughter, Brynn, made you fall in love with him even more. He video-called the two of you when he was away and spent every waking minute that he was home with her. Spencer would do anything to make her smile. That little girl had her father wrapped around her little finger.

Being Spencer Reid’s wife was no easy task.

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home - II

i commissioned @lilithsaur for a piece to go along with this chapter of my fic - look how great it is! :D 


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Their night on Tatooine had been lovely, even for a desert planet. They slept peacefully, neither too cold nor too warm; she felt blessed to have a growing number of restful nights. It had been amusing the night before, when Kylo was still unsure if she wanted to share a bed with him; Rey simply climbed into the bed, pulling him in with her. Now, Rey didn’t want to get up from the snug bed, would much rather have preferred to lay in the comfy bed with cozy blankets. However Kylo kept a tight schedule, and she could sense through their bond that he wanted everything to run as smoothly as possible, so they left the desert planet after a delicious breakfast.

Their next destination was a mystery to her, and Kylo was reinforcing his mental defenses more than he normally did so as to keep her out. He punched the coordinates for the next planet so quickly that Rey didn’t even get a chance to peek at them. She would not know where she would be going until they dropped out of hyperspace.

Due to Tatooine’s location in the Outer Rim, Kylo explained that reaching their next destination would take a bit longer because it was located in the Core Worlds. Skeptically she raised her brows at him, but questioned him no further.

All things in due time, she reminded herself.

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The Secret (13)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen;

“Where are we going Mummy?” Zoe asked again for what felt like the hundredth time since you picked her up from school. With a glance at your rear-view mirror, you could see her swinging her legs excitedly. Unlike you, Zoe loved surprises but was rather impatient for them.

Following the sat-nav, you made a quick left off the main road into a more residential area. All around you were a number of tall apartment buildings, fairly new and modern. “I don’t technically know,” you replied covertly, laughing at her frown. Clearly she didn’t approve of your vagueness.

With another quick glance, you smiled at your daughter staring wide-eyed out the window, taking everything in with her child-like curiosity. “Look there’s a park,” she squealed excitedly, pressing her face up against the glass as you slowly drove past a filled playground. “Is that a swimming pool?” you heard her exclaim behind you as you turned down another road.

You have arrived at your destination.”

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  • Dean: I’m gonna take him down!
  • Sam: Dean, you’re like an ant to him. You know he was tall like the Chrysler Building when he was an Angel but now that he’s God...
  • Dean: OH YEAH!?
  • Dean: WELL THIS ANT’S ABOUT TO GET IN HIS PANTS!
  • Sam: *laughs awkwardly* ...What?
  • Dean: *blushes like Hell’s fire’s flames*
Questions and Non-Existent Answers (CEO Luke Hemmings)

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When. When the hell was the last time you could breathe properly? When the hell was the last time you could sleep peacefully? 

To be one-hundred percent, completely honest, not in a few months…? Probably since the last night he was there, holding you as you slept, peaceful, only for the morning to completely destroy it all. Then you found yourself alone.

Get up… Get up!” he screamed in your ear.

“Baby, it 6:15am… I’m going back to sleep…” You pulled the blanket over your head, which was suddenly pulled off and you were dragged out of the bed. “Okay, what the fucking hell, you asshole?”

“Get your shit, and get out,” he seethed.

“Babe, what’s going on?” You tried to sound calm, but it only made him angrier.

“I’m done, I’m done! It’s over, I’m free of you… Be gone!” 

You don’t know why, but no tears came to your eyes. Maybe you were tired, maybe you were too confused, maybe this was all just a dream and you were just reacting to him falling in the shower… again. You walked over to your shard closet slowly, watching him, and packed the stuff that was yours, not the fancy gowns that he had bought you, and walked to the door of your apartment.

“Wh–” You were cut off by the door slamming in your face. And that’s how your friend found you, sobbing on the curb at 6:30am.

Y/N, you gotta get up, it’s been two months, and the few times you’ve ever been out of the house are to see your family, and if I drag you to the grocery store.

A wail came from the other side of the room. Y/F/N groaned and walked over the the little girl who emitted the noise. Yeah, your best friend married strait out of college and got pregnant not much after.

“Hi, Carolina,” she said to the tiny baby in her arms. 

The door opened, and Y/F/N’s husband walked in. “Hi, love! Y/N, there’s a letter for you.” He handed you a rather large envelope. You opened it and pulled out a folder. You pulled out the first of many documents:

Dear Miss Y/N,

Please sign below regarding that you have been romantically associated with CEO, Luke Hemmings, of Hemming Corporations, for the past four years. Do not discard this document, this is a legal document regarding a romantic associated between two persons under law. Please sign below.

What the hell was this? You quickly signed the document, put it in the designated return envelope, and put it in your mailbox. You looked at your phone, then opened your text messages.

To: Luke Hemmings

What the fuck did I just get in the mail?

You texted him. Your phone buzzed after a few seconds.

From: Luke Hemmings

Just sign the damn document and fucking send it to me asap

You rolled your eyes and put your phone away, not planning on replying to your ex.

Buzz

From: Luke Hemmings

I know you read that

From: Luke Hemmings

Y/N call me when you’re not being a bitch

From: Luke Hemmings

Ok, I apologize, just call me as soon as you can

You quickly went to his contact and pressed his phone number, calling the bastard himself.

“Ba– Y/N,” he stated professionally.

“Luke, what do you want to tell me?”

“Come down to my office. Now.”

“Look, I don’t have time for your shit right now, I shouldn’t even be talking to you, nonetheless receiving legal documents about our shitty relationship. Just answer my fucking question, Hemmings. What the fuck is the document?” you demanded.

“Come to the–”

“No.”

“Y/N, please. You don’t ever have to talk to me again afterwards, just… please, come to my office.”

“Fine.” You groaned, almost inaudible, and hung up, grabbing your car keys and driving to the tall and shiny office building in the center of Y/T/N. You walked through the lobby, avoiding everyone’s eye contact that stopped and stared at you. You walked to the front desk, so that you could get access to Luke’s floor.

“Alice… May you please let me up?” you asked the girl sitting there.

“Y– Y/N! Yes! Of course!” She rushed from behind the desk, and walked to the elevator with you, scanning the card, and pressing the button for floor number 63. You strutted out of the elevator and to the largest room on the floor, positioned right through the lobby doors, to the left, another left, and straight ahead until you reached the door with a plaque on it that said:

LUKE HEMMINGS

C.E.O. HEMMINGS CORP.

You didn’t even knock. You walked right in to see your ex staring at his computer screen. You doubt he even knew you were in there. The office looked the same as you remembered. And that was the bad thing.

The way you remembered was when he had pictures of the trips you took together. And the shared favorite amongst the two of you was when he decided that for your third anniversary that he would throw you a surprise, and when you found out, you launched yourself onto him and kissed him. There were fireworks, literal fireworks, and the photographer captured it all. It sat right on his desk in the frame his niece made for him. It was a wooden frame with a silver line painted around the edge and a golden-dotted lining. It sat on the right side of his desk. Right where it was now. You hoped he hadn’t replaced it.

“Luke?” He looked up at you, surprised.

“I– I didn’t know you were coming…”

“I told you I was.”

“I must’ve not heard, or I would’ve cleaned up a bit.” He blushed.

“What the hell is going on?”

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Secrets (Part 1) - Peter Parker x Reader

Prompt: Best friends don’t keep secrets, but Peter’s secret sure is a big one. 

AN: A new series! I have the whole thing planned out and I’m so excited to share it with you all! Feedback would be much appreciated for this story, I really want to know what you guys think! Part 2 coming soon!

Part 2  MASTERLIST

- Written by Brie - 

Originally posted by tompollander

At this moment, you aren’t sure what was prettier - the sun setting over the skyline of the city, or the brown-eyed boy sitting next to you. As you watch the perfect blend of purple and orange and yellow melt together behind the city, your eyes couldn’t help but wander to Peter.

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