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Misdialed Call (Part Four)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

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Previous Part: Part Three

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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tactile ronan headcanons
  • I just think that he touches adam all the time and it’s not just a sexual or even necessarily romantic thing; it’s a “you’re here and important to me so I’m gonna touch you a lot because that’s one of the easiest ways for me to communicate” thing
  • when it’s really hot out adam will Suffer if they cuddle at night because ronan is one of those space heater type dudes. ronan insists on having like, one hand on him though (you know those people who need at least a corner of blanket on them to sleep no matter how hot it is - that’s ronan but with adam’s limbs)
  • speaking of summertime…..adam freckles a lot when he’s in the sun and ronan always has to point out the new ones when they appear. (”was this one here last year?” “idk why would I keep track of that” “wtf parrish you have the entire periodic table memorized and yet you don’t remember what your own shoulder looks like? freak”) (they’re both freaks)
  • I’ve mentioned this before but ronan is pretty much one of those dogs that doesn’t understand it’s way too big to sit in people’s laps
  • if adam ever gets like…a paper cut…ronan is THERE he’s like ok we need to fucking disinfect this let me help you
  • he also definitely DEFINITELY does the thing where one hand is sort of on the small of adam’s back sometimes when they’re in public together, not pulling him around or anything just making sure he’s still there (and to piss off homophobes lbr I could make an entire post abt the various ways ronan accomplishes that too)
  • (for his part, adam absolutely loves how freely and gently ronan touches. it’s completely unfamiliar and a little surprising to him at first - he’s gone a lot of his life without much in terms of positive physical contact - but after a few months of being with ronan he doesn’t know how he managed without it)
Magnets: Prologue

A Prompto Argentum Soulmate AU

AO3Chapter 1
Word Count: 1,192

A/N: Here it is! The beginning of the Prompto soulmate AU miniseries. Thank you to everyone for your patience! This story, aside from the prologue, is 5 parts. It is part of the We Intertwined and Chasing Suns (by @cupnoodle-queen) storyverse. Part one will be up tomorrow. ♡

Ignis was back at Hunter HQ for the first time in a month. It felt almost strange, returning to work with his wife and newborn daughter at home, but he knew that he had no other choice. Bounties brought in gil, and Raine, though tenacious and itching to get back into the fray, knew that she had to stay back in Lestallum with the children where it was safe. Ignis was more than capable of bringing in enough to support the four of them, and she trusted that he would be safe with his friends at his side.

The air outside of Lestallum was different. Crisper, less muddied with the aromas of different perfumes and bodies like in the marketplace by the Leville. The breeze blew through his hair, unobstructed by tall buildings, and it felt somewhat good to feel the grass and dirt underneath his boots.

He wandered about the grounds for a while in search of his brothers in arms. Gladio had just returned as well, a month or so prior to Ignis, having also had to tear himself away from his new family. His wife, Cam, had just given birth to twin girls—Violet and Daisy—and they had become his entire world. It brought a smile to his face, the thought of Gladio, this giant tank of a man with two tiny baby girls cradled in his arms. Ignis always knew he would be a good father, and seeing that aspect of his destiny being fulfilled warmed his heart.

Gladio greeted Ignis with a pat on the shoulder. “Good to have you back, Iggy.”

Ignis gave a small nod. “Glad to be back. Although it was difficult saying goodbye to Raine and the children. Hopefully we’ll be able to return to our families sooner rather than later.”

“Yeah,” Gladio agreed. “I try to video call Cam and the girls as much as I can now that I’m away. It sucks, because I just don’t want to miss any of their firsts, you know? And I won’t lie, I feel kinda bad leaving Cam alone with both of them when they’re only a few months old.”

“Cam is a resourceful woman, I’m sure she will manage,” Ignis responded, his tone honest. He admired Cam’s spirit, how hard she had to fight to rebuild her life from all the destruction. Ignis couldn’t help but notice though that there was someone missing. “Where is Prompto?”

“Oh,” Gladio jerked his thumb to the lookout post, illuminated by a single overhead light. “Sulking by the surveillance point. He won’t talk to me. Maybe you can see what’s eating him.”

Ignis hummed curiously and made his way over. He could navigate Hunter HQ easily, having memorized the layout of the area long ago. He counted off the twenty steps from the ground to the platform, his hand sliding along the railing in case he lost his balance.

He could sense his friend’s presence, and called out his name. “Prompto?”

Prompto turned his head at the sound of Ignis’ voice. “Oh, hey,” he greeted with much less enthusiasm than Ignis was used to hearing. Ignis made his way over, leaning his forearms against the railing, unknowingly copying Prompto’s posture.

“What are you doing up here alone?” Ignis inquired. “It’s not like you to want to isolate yourself from everyone. Especially when there’s about to be a hunt that takes place.”

He could sense Prompto’s hesitation as he shifted uncomfortably, the wooden boards creaking as he adjusted his weight from one foot to another.

“Just thinking.”

Ignis raised an eyebrow over the rim of his tinted shades. “About what?”

Prompto sighed, hanging his head low. “I don’t know. I guess…it’s just hard sometimes, you know? It’s hard to always be here, because I’m not needed anywhere else. Does that make sense?”

Ignis was quiet for a moment. “I’m not sure I follow.”

Another shaky exhale, and the wringing of wrists. “Gladio and Cam finally found each other after all this time and just started a family. You and Raine had Lucas, and now you have Aurora. It’s just…the two of you left to go be dads, and now that you’re here, you both have someone back home waiting for you.” Prompto swallowed, his throat suddenly bone dry. “I don’t have anyone.”


“I don’t even have a soulmate marking, Ignis,” Prompto said, almost helplessly, his emotions starting to bubble to the surface. “I’ve tried connecting with people, and it never works. Every single time, there’s someone else, another person they’re tied to, another reason that I’m meant to be alone. I was born to be an experiment, not someone to be loved.”

“My friend,” Ignis placed a hand on his shoulder. “You know that’s not true.”

“But it is,” Prompto insisted, bitterness lacing his tone, his fingers gripping the edge of the railing so hard that it started to hurt. “I wasn’t deemed worthy enough by the Six, so I’m just going to have to live the rest of my life, watching as your kids grow up, watch Cam and Gladio have another anniversary, just sitting on the sidelines as everyone around me moves on and I’m just stuck in limbo.”

Ignis’ lips pressed together in a thin line as he heard Prompto’s breath hitch. “Prompto,” he said gently, his voice soothing as he helped ease Prompto’s hands off the railing to face him. “Your time will come. No one knows what the future holds. I know that you’re in pain, and I will not tell you to deny it, because denying it would be a disservice to your heart. But know that you are, and have always been, worthy of love. It may take time to find you, but it will find you. And once it does, you will know.”

Prompto hastily wiped his eye. “Yeah. I guess.”

“Come, my friend,” Ignis patted Prompto on the back. “Dave has called us for a meeting, and Gladio’s been wanting to speak with you. Let us join the others.”

He knew that his words may have helped slightly, but there was such a dense weight on Prompto’s shoulders that Ignis wasn’t sure if it would ever be lifted. He’d always battled with the idea that he wasn’t good enough, and seeing his other friends move on and evolve without him was a sort of heartache he didn’t know how to soothe.

“Okay,” Prompto agreed. “I just hope the hunt isn’t going to be for a bunch of Red Giants like last time. I think one of them singed me pretty good, I got this weird burn on my thigh. Looks kind of like a crow’s foot, and I haven’t had a chance to have a medic look at it yet.”

Ignis paused for a moment before giving his head a slight shake. “In any case, the others are waiting for us. Civilization may have crumbled, but we must still mind our manners when it comes to duty and protocol.”

“Yes sir,” Prompto saluted in jest, following his friend down the steps, trying his best to ignore the pain that still weighed heavily on his heart.

At Last : Part 1(Tom Holland x Reader)

Imagine Tom running into you (be a celebrity or not) and he is immediately taken with you. However, you have to break it to him you already have a boyfriend. Every time after that when he runs into you, he always tries a little harder.

“Haz. Haz! Look, it’s the girl I was talking about earlier,” Tom whispers.

“The pretty one?” Haz asks. Tom nods, still gazing while you sort through old records in a box, occasionally pulling one or two out. “Go get her, man,” Haz encourages. With a burst of confidence, Tom begins to walk towards you, only to turn back around and stand next to Harrison again. “She looks immersed in what she’s doing, I won’t interrupt,” he says timidly. Haz, however, is not having any of it, and shoves Tom to stand beside you. 

“Oh, hi! Sorry, am I in your way?” you say once you’ve noticed his position by your side. You swear you’ve seen him somewhere before, but you can’t put your finger on it. “Uh, hi. No, no, you’re not in my way at all. Um, I was just wondering if you’d maybe want to, uh, get coffee or something sometime?”

You can’t help but giggle at his awkward and hesitant question. “I’d love to, but I must warn you that I do have a boyfriend so if this is your way of asking me out, I will decline.” He sighs and nods like he was expecting that answer. “However,” you say, “I would still love to get coffee.” You doodle your number onto his hand and say, “just in case you need a friend.” And with that, you leave the record shop.

Tom has already decided that he is definitely going to use your number; and hopefully try to win you for himself.

A/N - Hi! Hope you like this story so far. Plz comment if you want another part! I’m expecting to make this into a series.


After saw those cool references and last beautifull @keiid’s drawing I had to draw my dear wears suit :3 

I tried my new sort of style (and this time looks quite similar Mashima’s one, I’m lil pround ^^) also with coloring, the colors look strange bc the phone destroyed them :,)  btw hope it’s ok ^^


 Windsor Castle, 10 february 1854  |Tableaux of the Seasons

Apart from acting in plays, the children also created tableaux vivants. On such occasion the Queen always remarked that her husband was “much pleased” with the entertainment, which consisted of thematic stage pictures, scenerey, musical accompaniment, and, sometimes, poetic recitation. The tableau vivant - a peculiarly nineteenth-century form of drawing room entertainment - was based on the popular theatrical convention of concluding scenes with a stage picture that, by temporarily suspending speech and action, effectively turned the performance into a living painting. Tableaux performed in private were not generally scenes from plays, but were more likely to recreate historical events, represent mythological and literaru figures. 

Queen Victoria and the Theatre of Her Age by R. Schoch.

This Tableaux was performed at Windsor Castle in the Rubens Room in 1854 by the seven eldest children of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert to mark their parent’s 14th wedding anniversary. The scenes were based on The Seasons by the 18th century poet James Thomson and were photographed by Roger Fenton.

 Queen Victoria recorded in her journal that: “5 tableaux were performed, 4, representing the seasons. Alice, as spring, recited some very pretty verses from Thompson’s Season - Vicky as summer, with dear little Arthur asleep amongst corn sheaves, also recited verses, - Affie, as Bacchus, representing Autumn, also saying some verses, - & Bertie, with a long white beard & cloak covered with snow, Louise, in a sort of Russian costume, sitting before a fire, represented Winter. He also recited some verses taken and adapted from Thompson’s Seasons. This was almost the prettiest tableau. The 5th & last one combined the 4 others, which had each been separately represent d. In the clouds, at the back, stood dear little Lenchen, reciting very pretty verses specially written for the purpose by Mr Martin Tupper, as the Spirit of the Empress Helena.The scenery was admirably adapted to each Tableau & appropriate music was played between each. They all looked and did their parts so well…We were all delighted, & the whole, was such a pretty idea’.

Princess Victoria as Summer | Prince Albert Edward as Winter | Princess Alice as Spring | Prince Alfred as Autumn | Prince Arthur as Summer | Princess Helena as the Spirit Empress | Princess Louise as Winter


“It’s probably not as cool as that necklace you wanted but…” Rory started, his eyes flicking toward the elaborately decorated gift table that Oliver and Thea had fussed over ever since they’d decided to throw their baby sister a last minute surprise party in the Arrow Cave. “If the shape of that one present is any indication, looks like your brother already got it for you.”

“Probably.” You laughed. “Ollie tends to spoil me.”

With a smile that faded quickly, Rory took a few steps back and pulled a mason jar out of the gift bag he’d placed on Felicity’s workspace and stared down into the mouth with a puckered brow… “I know this is pretty dumb but I didn’t know what to get you… I’d looked around for all sorts of different things and then, at the last second, I somehow landed a place called Joe’s Pet Barn.”

Shaking his head and huffing out a laugh, Rory finally forced himself to pass you the jar before biting the inside of his cheek and watching as you cupped the sides; your eyes widening after a vibrant veil of blue fins caught your gaze.

"This is a betta fish.” You finally breathed, your stare flicking to his face as you waited for him to give you what was sure to be an explanation, what with him drawing in a lung-full of air and pointing to the jar.

"At first I thought it was just a fish but it reminded me of you…”

"It did?” You asked, your eyes dropping back into the water to watch it swim circles around the jar.

“At first glance, it looks pretty weak… Slow, seems like a pushover, not too good of a swimmer-”

Wow…” Came your uninterested grunt before rolling your eyes. “Flattering.”

"No, wait… That’s not…” He tried, shaking his head again. “This fish is a fighter… Even if it doesn’t look like it, this fish is built for battle and whenever I’m out there with you, somewhere in the city fighting crime, I’m always surprised by that. It’s like you were made for the vigilante thing and I guess… The point is, you’re stronger than you look and I actually admire you for it.”

Pinching your bottom lip between your teeth and staring into your jar, you flicked your eyes back on Rory and in one quick move, you leaned forward to press a quick peck on his cheek before pulling back and giving him a bright smile…

“So, I guess that means you like it?”

“I love it… But there’s one problem.” You laughed, grabbing at his hand and pulling him toward the door. “We’re buying a tank right now because this little guy can’t live in this jar for the rest of it’s life.”

(X) (X) (~♫♪~) 

*Imagine Rory Giving You Something Special for Your Birthday*

@enchanteddreameruniverse: Hello! 1st of February Anon. Thanks for the request. I was hoping that it’d be Rory Regan. That the reader’s Oliver’s younger sister (around Rory’s age) & she’s celebrating her birthday with Team Arrow (& possibly Team Flash too) Rory gives her a touching gift of something he spent ages searching for like a necklace with meaning behind it, in private & confessing his feelings, which she reciprocates & ends with them becoming a couple (preferably ending with a kiss?). Can tag me please? Thank you

A/N: And here we are! I hope you liked this even though deviated a bit from what you actually wanted… HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I hope you had a great day!! Just Keep Swimming!

random little funny memories
  • When I was maybe eight, my class found a dead squirrel on our way to the school cafeteria and very solemnly launched a murder investigation that we all forgot about by the end of the day.

  • My granddad went to Ireland once to visit the area our family came from originally. (About half of us came over around the time of the potato famine and ended up on both sides of the Civil War. Heck of time to move, guys). He was sitting in a pub with his oldest son and oldest grandson and someone said “I heard your last name was (family name). You do sort of look it. Gotta ask, are any of you musical?” 
  • And of course my granddad has to answer yes, because pretty much every last one of us is. And the fellow says “Oh yeah, then you’re definitely (family name). It runs in the blood, you’re all musical. There’s a whole slew of you still here, if you want to meet them!”

  • One of the younger gym teachers knew how much the kids hated running laps every day, so he went around to all the tables at lunch and asked us all what kind of show tunes we wanted to run to. I solemnly told him “The Incredible Hulk”.

anonymous asked:

Phil is planning to quit his job in SHIELD and move away. Clint needs to either figure out the way to make Phil stay or come clean about his feelings. (Or both :) )

Author’s note: these two prompts just seem to go hand in hand (kinda like Phil and Clint). To both Anons, thank you and I hope you don’t mind I put them together in one fill.

- Lola

He’s thought long and hard about it. He believed he was strong enough to handle anything that SHIELD could throw at him but it turns out he’s not. Not anymore.

To be that close to someone for so long and not be able to tell them how you feel; to not be able to act on those feelings. To feel the heat of their skin beneath your hands, their warm breath against your cheek, their tears on your fingertips not because you’re making love slowly, passionately with all the time in the world but because you’re keeping pressure on a wound desperately trying to stop them from bleeding out. To stroke their hair and wipe the sweat from their eyes while they hold tight to your hand not with love but from pain. To never be able tell them “I love you. It’ll be okay because I love you and we’ll get through this together.”

You get through it, that first time then the next, until one day it all becomes too much.

No. He’s not strong enough. Not anymore.

It’s time.


“What’s this?” asks Fury peering at the manilla file with SHIELD CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it in large black letters as though it might be contaminated. In his line of work, it’s always possible.

“My resignation,” Coulson tells him dropping into the notoriously uncomfortable visitor’s chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Hmmm. I’ll bite. Why is your resignation sitting on my desk, Senior Agent Coulson? And don’t get comfy. You can’t come in here, toss that on my desk, and sit your ass down like you’re here for a scotch and a chat.”

Coulson makes himself comfortable anyway – he’s the only one who can – while Fury pours the scotch. He accepts the drink, takes a sip and says calmly, “It’s time.”

Fury doesn’t bother sipping. He downs his in one and refills the glass.

“Shit,” he mutters.

They joke about a couple of times a year, especially when things are rough and friends and colleagues are injured… or lost. They joke about jacking it in and retiring to some small town or tropical island and doing civilian shit like teaching or becoming a mechanic or running a bar. Then they get drunk and start the spy shit all over again. But Coulson; Fury’s sharpest recruit, his one good eye, his… friend, once told him the day he said “It’s time” it was real. A point of no return had been reached and he wasn’t coming back from it. He had thought it was still a long way off but… guess not.

“You told them yet?”

Coulson shakes his head and takes another sip.

“You told him yet?”

Coulson drops his gaze. Fury sighs.

“Why don’t you just…”

Coulson cuts him off. “You know why.”

His voice is still calm but now there’s a slight edge to it and even Fury understands that pushing Coulson when he’s like this is a lost cause. He’ll get up and walk out and there’ll be no more talking. Ever.



“I wanted to tell you two first. I owe you that.”

That brings the two of them up short from their ear flicking and rib poking of each other.

Coulson’s leaning against the front of his desk, arms folded across his chest, head tilted slightly to the side. Not his ‘duty stance’ which would be worrying. He’s relaxed, chilled even but something’s off.

“Fuck, boss! You’re not dying are you?” Clint asks… well demands.

Natasha gives his ear another painful flick. He pokes her ribs. Coulson rolls his eyes.

“I’m retiring.”

“Oh… is that all? Thought it was life or death or s’mthin.”

Natasha ceases all teasing and stares at her handler with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.


Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it she recites in her head over and over.

He’d confessed all to her years earlier when they’d almost lost Clint on a mission gone wrong. He hadn’t meant to but his face gave him away. She’d slipped into the hospital room when Coulson was watching over him. The tears on his cheeks hadn’t quite dried and they’d glinted when he’d looked up to see her waiting silently by the door. But it was the look of absolute love and adoration and pain on his face just before he lifted his head which told her everything she would ever need to know about how he felt. His words later were merely confirmation of that which she’d already guessed.  

But he says it.

“It’s time.”

She closes her eyes for a moment then opens them again. The sadness in them is almost too much for him and he clenches his jaw bunching the muscles together in hard lump much like the one in his throat. She nods her acceptance and he nods his gratitude. They won’t speak of it again and she’ll keep the promise she’d made those years before. Clint won’t find out from her.

Oblivious Clint asks, “So if you’re retiring can I have your office?”

Coulson snorts and unfolds himself from his position and returns to his chair on the other side. “Hardly. Jasper’ll need somewhere to hide from you when he takes over.”

“Never worked for you.”


“He’s leaving,” Natasha says.

“He’s not,” Clint argues, bored with the conversation already. “He always says that when one of us gets hurt. And this time it wasn’t even that serious.”

In the scheme of things, he’s right. A couple of cracked ribs, a black eye and plenty of cuts and bruises were nothing spectacular. But for Coulson his “one day” had arrived and he wasn’t coming back from it.

“You have to convince him to stay.”

“He’s not…”

“Clint,” she says sharply. He flinches.

“Do you trust me, little bird?” she continues gently, regretting that she made him jump.

“Always, Tasha.”

“Then convince him to stay… or tell him how you feel.”

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.

She touches her hand to his face and whispers softly, “Tell him. He’s moving back to Wisconsin in two months.”


When he finds out she’s right, Clint tries everything. Cajoling, threats, jokes, begging, the silent treatment. Being awesome, being a dick, being a complete and utter pain in Coulson’s ass… And with each new attempt, Coulson gives him that little half-smile and says quietly, “It’s time.”

Clint’s heart is breaking. The realisation finally hits him, Coulson – his rock, his comfort, his protector, the fucking love of his life – is leaving and there’s nothing he can do. His heart… his world… is falling apart.

He tries one last thing.

“Okay. I get it. You’re retiring. Moving back to Hicksville USA to teach high school students about Captain America and the Howling Commandos.”

Coulson snorts. He’s already considered how to work them into his lesson plans.

“Can I call in one last favour?”

“Pretty sure you’re on negative favours by now, Barton,” Coulson tells him with an amused look.

“Yeah, well probably but… y’know. One last negative favour?”

Coulson smiles properly, with dimples and creases in the corners of his eyes, which almost succeeds in cleaving the archer’s heart in two. But he ignores that sharp pain and does everything he can to hide his feelings. As usual.

“It’s still no for the office.”

Clint gives him a pitiful look; it’s not hard to do.

“Okay. One last negative favour,” Coulson agrees.

“Help me sort out my apartment.”

“Clint, by the time we do that I’ll be dead of old age never mind retired!”

Clint pulls out all the big guns and gives him a pitiful look and the puppy dog eyes. 

Coulson sighs. “Okay but… I’m putting a time limit on it. I move in a few weeks. Still have to pack.”

“I guess I could help…”

“Guess? Barton You’ll be with me 24/7 for the next week plus the few hours it takes to pack up my stuff.”

Clint ignores the comment about the time it will take to pack Coulson’s entire apartment. He has one week to change Coulson’s mind.


In the end it takes one box… well trunk.

“Can you give me a hand with this?” Clint asks dragging it out from a cupboard. They’ve worked pretty solidly for two days. Found a routine with the clearing and cleaning working smoothly as a team… as always. It saddens them both.

“Fuck, Barton! You got a dead body in there you’re not telling me about.”

Clint grins. “Nah, boss. You know I always tell you about those before I ask you to help bury them.”

Coulson huffs out a soft laugh that raises the hair on Clint’s arms and neck.

“You start, I’ll grab some beer.”

“Not gonna explode is it?”

“Ah… no?”

“Not encouraging, Barton.”

Clint gives his handler, soon to be ex-handler if this doesn’t work, a few minutes to uncover his treasures. They’re worthless to anyone but him. Useless trash really but he hopes they​ might mean something to Coulson. Might explain how he feels about the other man.

When he returns to the bedroom Coulson’s sitting with his back against the wall, surrounded by bits of paper (ticket stubs, torn flyers, rejected mission reports…); broken items (a watch, a fountain pen, a pair of glasses…); stuffed toys (an overstuffed bear, a dog missing an eye, a knitted purple elephant); a box full of bottle tops; a bag full of candy bar wrappers, another with hospital tags… a brick, a piece of rubble and a pile of stones… and so much more Coulson Phil recognises as going back almost ten years.

The elephant’s in Phil’s lap and he’s absently rubbing its ear. He looks up at Clint, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

“All this time?” His voice is hoarse with emotion.

Clint shrugs then nods. He doesn’t move for a moment, standing awkwardly with the two bottles. He sets them down and slowly walks forward, as though not to spook the other man, and sits beside him on the floor. Phil’s eyes never leave him.

Their arms are touching, just enough to feel the warmth from the other. Phil lets his hand slide down to Clint’s resting on the floor, and brushes his knuckles against the archer’s. Clint takes his hand and carefully threads their fingers together.

“Stay,” Clint tells him softly leaning in towards him.

Phil squeezes his hand gently and nods. The kiss when it happens is a tender brush of lips before they rest their foreheads together. The rest will come but for now they’re happy just being like this.


“What’s this?” asks Fury peering at the manilla file with SHIELD CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it in large black letters as though it holds an wanted surprise within. In his line of work, it’s always possible.

“My request for reinstatement,” Coulson tells him dropping into the notoriously uncomfortable visitor’s chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Hmmm. I’ll bite. Why is your is your reinstatement request sitting on my desk, Senior Agent Coulson?”

Coulson accepts the offered glass of whisky, takes a sip and says calmly, “Because I’m getting married and I’d like to work alongside my husband.”

Fury smirks and tips his glass in a celebrity toast. “'Bout fucking time. Here.”

“Not going to explode is it?” Coulson enquires suspiciously, stopping another manilla file with SHIELD CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it in large black letters from sliding off the desk with his forefinger.

“You have to get over the whole exploding items thing, Cheese. Your first gig as Level Eight. We found Captain America.”

5. Heart // Nurseydex

« {Part 5 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: this one is a little shorter than the others, but definitely just as sweet! enjoy

“Hm, this one says ‘Kiss Me,’” Nursey said, showing the candy heart to Dex as he sat on the dorm bed—on Dex’s dorm bed. “You think these work like fortune cookies? Do they predict my future?”

Dex raised an eyebrow at him from across the room as he hung his clean flannels up in his closet. “Doubtful, if that’s your idea of a pick-up line,” he said.

“Oh, you wound me.” Nursey put a hand over his heart dramatically. He was shirtless, so the gesture immediately brought Dex’s attention to Nursey’s pecs. Dex squinted, wondering if that was the point. Probably. It seemed like something Nursey would do. He turned back to the clothes he was trying to put away.

“Do you even like those Sweetheart things?” Dex asked, his back turned. “They’re kinda gross and chalky, aren’t they?”

“I mean, they’re sugar, so it’s pretty impossible for them to be gross,” Nursey said.

“I disagree.”

“Of course you do.”

“Who would I be if I wasn’t the guy who disagrees with you?” Dex asked, putting another shirt on a hanger. “I have a reputation to uphold, you know.”

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One Piece 863 thoughts

I call them “thoughts” because who ever has the time to write a proper review? It’s the first time in weeks I’ve had time to breathe and thank Kami-sama now that I have more than -1 time the chapter is AMAZING

Starting with the covers: I … am wondering why they’re playing rock paper scissors. But more than that why the hell IS GON NOT THERE? IT’S HIS MOVE GODDAMMIT F*** YOU TOGASHI I mean, a moment of silence for all the HxH fans such as myself who were slain by this umpteenth reminder of the Eternal HiatusxHiatus. Other than that, as I said before, but at this point it’s pretty obvious: Jump editors are working so that Boku No Hero Academia becomes the successor of OP - meaning, a world-wide Japanese-born pheonomenon. It’s due to its own popularity of course, but BNHA is, like OP was at its time, being brought forward massively. Which is kinda - alright, VERY - sad, given the treatment that same board gave to Bleach just a few months ago. And, Sanji is there along with Luffy! Yay. Way to go, Sanji fans. 

Secondòy, we get a popularity poll for the 20th anniversary in August. And since after every saga some characters that have been relevant step a few places forward - wanna think of Trafalgar Law after Dressrosa stealing Zoro’s spot? And just like our favorite dark doctor - the cute one would be Chopper of course, could Sanji make a step forward now, as well, just after an entire saga has been partially focused on him? And well… there are only two spots ahead for him now since he’s fourth. 

Now I’m feeling stupid  cause I hadn’t understood that the party was taking place outside! So in my mind I briefly wondered how could Big Mom know it wouldn’t rain… then I realized she

  • can control weather
  • has a son who foresees the future

Lol. Also funny that is looks a bit like a giant tooth… in a candy island. How extra. 

 So Luffy’s kagebunshin no jutsu - which is particularly dear to us who grew with Naruto - was just a trick using Brulée’s mirror after all. Now I hope they bring her along on the sunny cause this techique is just too funny - imagine the faces Law would make?

Originally posted by charlottec21

Alright this was by no means related I just wanted to use this gif because #bepo

Something I could not say last week because I was so fricking tired was that the cake reminded me so badly, decorations and stuff, of the Corpse Bride. However, jokes aside, I think Big Mom’s must have some sort of last minute backup acquired through sugar - much like Popeye and Spinach or Luffy and Meat. Otherwise, we’d know pretty much about her already and it’d be quite disappointing for a yonkou to be, possibly, theoretically, so easily defeated. To even know about all her weaknesses. And then when they fight and lose their strenght, both she and Luffy will eat the scraps of the cake…?

I haven’t had time to look at even one single post on this chapter yet, but much like someone else in this chapter, I’m betting my soul this enraged a lot of people. Mainly, two categories of people: SaNa fans, Pudding haters and those who thought she would have to stay bad. 

Answering a post by  @mapofallblue last week I, shamelessly copying and pasting it:

She’s not a Viola 2.0 because she’s not someone who’s good inside forced to do bad stuff - she did go after children with a knife, and not as an immediate reaction to what they did to her or in self-defence but later, because she has two different dresses on -, so yeah, until further evidence, she remains a villain.

And as for the “fragile woman”…
I don’t think this entitles her to be one. She can stand up for herself - again, going after children with a knife -, though she’s being manipulated into what precisely to stand up for.

And all of this is still standing until proven otherwise. She’s still in emotional breakdown, and yes, for those who love it like me and for those who’d rather see him take a little revenge sometimes, Sanji is just too good a person to let even a manipulative witch like her meet a tragic(omic) death by asfixiation under tons of cake. 

As for SaNa fans, the reasons above stands just the same. The fact that he’s saving her means just he’s a decent person, not that he’s in love with her - NOT AT ALL. So worry not, the ship is still sailing,out of Whole Cake Island and with Sanji on board asap. Besides, see what happens next.

The mugis and minks and Ceasar mafia version and … who else is there? a bunch of people, well, they let the remaining Luffys go. Again, a techique we should see more of. Pedro and Jinbei back up Luffy, while…

Chopper, Carrot and Nami back up Sanji and will apparently help him save his family - not like I think Big Mom cares about the Vinsmokes much at this point -. Nami tells reminds me they have to backup Sanji. Nami.  Yeah, I didn’t get my so anticipated sostitution bride but hey, this is something. 

Now, it is incredibly disappointing that  a yonkou wouldn’t have enough haki to spot the real Luffy in a matter of seconds. But in Oda I trust, so I won’t give a definitive judgement on her fighting abilities until she waves white flag. 

Luffy being an idiot. Nothing special to say here. 

I wonder what role exactly do Nami, Chopper and Carrot have. They are prepared to fight, but they can’t mean to, right? They’re not usually in that role - aside from Carrot, about whom we know too little. Unless we’re about to see a major development, something we’re already seeing actually: when did Nami last mention fighting?

Well, the enemy here is all but wounded and pretty harmless. Nami’s been putting forward a lot of courage and boldness lately. Even just the fact that she kept pushing all to move forward in their search for Sanji. 

Again, Katakuri is a well-rounded character. If I had to judge from appearances, I would unfortunately have to say he looks stronger than Mama. Though those abs kinda freak me out, and not positively.

And then … slightly anticipated by a Pedro in a fancy suit…

….some massive…


Basically Mama’s power of specifically “robbing” people of their souls works only on those who are afraid of death. Which makes sense, because it’s already a strong fruit by itself. Those of who give up their souls willingly, like the inhabitants of WCI, don’t abide by this rule, but if Mama has to “take” the piece of lifespan herself, she can’t unless she meets this condition. So Jinbei bets and wins - I wonder if because he already knew about this clause or not, but he’s not less of a badass anyway. 

But the big forgotten of the Mugiwaras and the other, and umpteenth, star of this arc is Brook. He just goes there and destroys it nonchalantly, and it’s sooo Looney Toons. 

This chapter was pure hype. As fo what happens next, who can tell? No srls, no one can, it’s fricking Golden Week next Thursday .-.

Good Things Come to Those Who Wait

Being a 20 year old virgin can lead to the worst but also to the best.

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You look into the mirror for the last time checking your make up. You still weren’t sure if this date was a good idea. You had finally giving into Steve, a guy who you had classes with. He had asked you out multiple times and every time you had come up with some sort of excuse to say no because he wasn’t the guy you wanted to go out with. But the guy that you did wanted to go out with happened to be your best friend, Dan. Which meant that that was a dream that could never come true. So to get your mind off of Dan you had finally said yes to Steve.

A car honks outside. No turning back now, you think as you grab your bag and head outside. Steve takes you to a nice restaurant where you eat the most delicious food. It never gets quiet as he always has something to talk about and you can’t say that you’re having a bad time but you’re just not into it. All the topics that Steve talks about just don’t interest you that much. Which causes your mind to wonder off to the one person you were trying to not think about.

After having had your favorite dessert you are back in Steve’s car. Some cheesy r&b is playing and you are desperately trying to block it out. Because of this and the absence of a conversation, you are not paying attention to the road and only noticed that you are not at your place when the car stops. The car’s parked on the empty parking lot of the local shopping center. As you turn around to ask Steve what the hell is going on, his lips crash onto yours. You go into some sort of shock, causing you to freeze up and blank out. But 3 seconds later you snap back and push him off of you.

“What the fuck?” You scream as you whip your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Come on, babe.” He has a smug grin on his face and before you know it, he dives in again. He kisses you forcefully and pushes you back against the car door. One hand is high on your tight and the other hand is low on your neck. A million alarm bells go off in your head. This could not be happening. This simply could not be happening! His hands seems to move really fast as all of the sudden one hand is under your dress and the other is on your breast.

“No, no! Get off!” You push at him with all your power which effectively gets him off of you. You try to open the door but find it locked.

“What is your problem?” He asks with an irritated look on his face.

“My problem?! Keep your fucking hands off me, you ass!”

“Oh god, really? You gonna be like that? What are you, a virgin or something?”

You pull your dress down and look anywhere but at him. Yes you are a virgin and yes you are 20 but it isn’t like this is your choice. You believe in love but haven’t found it yet so yes you still have your v-card.

“You are, huh? Well I can change that for you.” His hand travels up your leg again. You slap it away and try to get further away from.

“Fuck off.” You can hear the fear in your voice and mentally slap yourself for it.

“Of course! I should have know you were a stuck up bitch. A pathetic prude really. Why the hell did you think I wanted to go on a date with you? Because I liked you? Oh baby,” He grabs your chin in his hand forcing you to look into his face, “I just wanted to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.” You snatch your face lose. Never in your life have you felt this embarrassed and hurt.

“Well, seems likes I ain’t going to be fucking you tonight so get out.”

You hear the locks opening. You grab your bag and nearly fall out of the car in your haste to get out. You hear the door being closed and you have to jump aside to not get run over by an angry Steve who speeds away with a roaring motor.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you look around. You are standing alone in the parking lot, not knowing how to get back to your dorm and cold because you didn’t have a jacket. You rumble in your bag looking for your phone. As you lift it to your ear, you feel just how hard you’re trembling. After 3 rings the phone on the other side gets picked up.


“Dan?” Seems your voice is shaking just as hard as your hands.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?”

“Can you maybe come and get me?” A tears slides down your cheek. Great, now you weren’t going to be able to stop.

“Get you? Weren’t you on a date? What happened?” You hear how the worry gets overpowered by anger in his voice and how he seems to be moving around.

“Can you just come and get me? I’m at the parking lot at the shopping center.”

“I’m on my way.” You hear how he gets out of his flat and into his car before the line dies. As you put your phone away, more tears make their way down your cheeks. You know that Dan will be there within 5 minutes as he lives close by but he comes to a screeching stop way faster than that. He leaves his car running as he gets out and with a couple of powerful strikes he’s standing before you pulling you into his arms. Every emotion just hits you at once. How scared you had been that Steve wouldn’t stop, how you had feared that you wouldn’t be able to get out of his car. How embarrassed and hurt you were by what he had said. And how happy and relieved you are that Dan is here. You can’t suppress the sob that escapes you throat. Your whole body starts shaking as you cling to Dan who holds you even tighter. One hand holds your head against his chest, his other arm holds you tight against him and his chin rests on top of your head.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. It’s over now. You’re safe. I’m here.”

His soothing soft words and calming heartbeat make the tears slowly stop but you’re still shaking. His hand runs through your hair as he asks if you’re okay. You lift your head as you nod. Before you get the chance to do it yourself, Dan cups your face in his hands and wipes the remaining tears away with his thumbs. His gives you a quick kiss on your forehead before he takes you under his arm and leads you to the car where he opens the door to let you in. During the ride to his flat you try to compose yourself as your emotions and thoughts still run wild.

Once you both are inside, Dan sits you down and  asks again what happened. You start telling about how Steve asked you out multiple times and how the date went. You tell how you didn’t realize where you were until it was too late. How Steve tried to force himself on you and what his intensions were. And all the things he said to you.

Dan jumps up and starts pacing.

“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to beat him up until he’s fucking dead!”

“Dan, please. Just punching him in the face a couple of times will do.” You give him a small smile as he comes to sit next to you. He takes your hands in his and looks into your eyes.

“Promise me that you won’t believe one word of what he said? He’s a dick for not respecting you and there’s nothing wrong with not having done it.”

“Is it?” You ask as you pull your hands back.

I think there is something wrong with it. I think there is something wrong with me. I’m 20 years old, that’s not normal! I’m missing out on the basic thing that humans do. I want to know what the fuss is about. I want to know why it’s such a big deal and it bothers me that I don’t know and that’s all because I’m waiting for love.”

Now it was you who was pacing. Dan is looking at you with a look that you couldn’t quite place but you are too worked up to think about it.

“I’m done waiting. God knows how long it’s going to take before I find what I’m looking for. I just want someone who respects me and just get-get it over with.”

Your frustration has taken off and you are a bit out of breath after your little rant. Also, you are getting a bit nervous by the intense stare that Dan’s giving you.

“I respect you.” Dan says in a rather low voice.

“I would hope so with you being my best friend and stuff.” You mumble. Why did you start to feel so awkward? And why are Dan’s cheeks so red?

“No, you said you wanted someone who respects you. I do. And I know you and I wouldn’t hurt you and. And. Well, yeah, I totally would understand if you don’t want this but I guess, I guess I’m offering…”

That was unexpected. Your mind starts working on top speed. Is this a good idea? He is your best friend, would this ruin your friendship? And you already have a crush on him so there’s that problem too. But you have meant what you said. And he was offering. And now he’s getting up. And looking disappointed. And maybe even hurt. And fuck it all…


Dan’s head snaps up to look at you.

“Okay, I guess.” You say again as you bite your lower lip. You are both staring at each other and you see how Dan’s eyes start sparkling again. He slowly walks towards you and then reaches out a hand to you. You look at his hand and then let your eyes look up at his face. When you see his calm look and the hidden smile in the corner of his mouth, you reach out and let your hand slip into his. He slowly leads you to his room where he turns on his amber lamp, casting an orange glow in the room.

This is exactly what you’ve been afraid of. You have no clue what to do. You feel so awkward and nervous and your heart is beating so fast that you fear you may get a heart attack. You’re staring at your feet when you feel a tentative hand brushing your long hair behind your ear. You lift your head and look up into Dan’s warm brown eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat and a shiver runs over your spine. He cautiously cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours as if he’s just as nervous as you. You seem to drown in his eyes as you always do  and when you let your eyes flicker to his lips, it seems that that is all the permission he needs as he bents down to capture your lips with his. His hand slips into your hair as his other arm wraps around your waist to pull you close. A warmth from your core spreads through your entire body. You put your arms around his neck as your lips move with his. Even though his lips are always chapped, they feel soft and warm against yours. How many times you have dreamed of this, how much have you wished to feel his lips on yours. You start to forget that he’s just doing you a favor, that he’s just helping you with something you asked. Instead you start to think that maybe he wants you. As Dan pulls you even closer you feel a deferent kind of warmth spreading in you. When Dan’s lips leave you and he rests his forehead against you, you notice that you have forgotten to breath. You’re glad he’s still holding you close as you’re shaking and you’re afraid your knees might just give in. His hand slips out of your hair and onto your neck where his thumb softly rubs your skin. You lift your head a bit so you can look at him. His pupils are dilated and his eyes seem darker and you can hear that he’s breathing deeper.

“Dan…” You whisper but then his lips crash back onto yours. He’s no longer tentative as he kisses you passionately and begs for entrance. Your hands slip into his hair as his grip on you tightens so much he almost lifts you off the ground. Soon his lips leave yours to travel down your face to your neck and his hands start exploring your back. Not really sure what to do as you’re feeling to many things at once, you follow his example and let your hands explore his back. You have always had a love for his back and arms and you can’t contain yourself as your mind is too far gone. You slip your hand under his shirt and oh what a wonderful thought that was! It’s just as smooth and warm as you imagined. Dan gently starts sucking on your neck causing your eyes to fall shut. You feel his breath on your neck and a noise escapes your mouth. Soon his lips find yours again and you slightly stumble backwards as he walks you towards his bed. He gently puts you down and reaches behind his neck to pull off his shirt. As he lowers himself over you, all your doubts are gone.


He hovers over you for a few seconds, just staring, wondering, and you suddenly feel your cheeks heat up. Why is he staring at me like that? You think. Oh god I hope I don’t have something in my teeth, did I even brush my teeth? Ew what if I have lipstick on them?

“Y/N?” He whispers and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, snapping you out of your daydream.

“Yeah?” You say softly.

He hesitates for a second, like he’s mentally debating whether to say whatever it is he’s thinking. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” His lips twitch at the edges as he shows that sexy sideways smirk that makes you weak at the knees every time. But of course, the only response you can give at the moment is to look down and blush, way too bashful at the moment, but Dan’s your best friend. He’s knows you just suck at taking compliments, and hate to blush, even though he loves it, and he knows that his compliments, no matter how little they are, mean the world to you.

He smiles a bit wider and dips his head down to leave sweet kisses up and down your neck, to let you get it together again. You bring your hand down and run it across his naked chest, feeling each muscle move with his breathing. You circle your hand back up to his shoulder blades then down towards his back and eventually to the front of his pants. You blush a little as you feel the little hairs near his pelvis. He grunts a little as and he tries to muffle it in your neck, but you definitely heard it and smirk to yourself. However, when his head swiftly lifts back up to look at you, you let it instantly fall, not wanting him to see how foolishly happy this is making you. Happy but nervous.

“Um, is it o-okay if I…” You ask shyly, hinting towards his jeans. You blush at the thought of seeing him in his boxers then eventually naked.

“You want to take them off?” He smirks. Goddammit he knows you want to but too shy to admit it. But there is something arousing about undressing him with your hands and watching as each layer sheds, bringing you closer to each other with each removal. You nod while biting your lip and blushing, hoping he doesn’t tease too much. “Alright baby girl, you can.” Hmm, baby girl, why is that so fucking hot? And where did these little names come from? Maybe it means he’s turned on, which is a good sign but maybe you’ll discover another sign as soon as you get those tight damn jeans off.

You lead your hands down to the zipper and your eyes follow as you feel his eyes burning and staring at you. You got to the belt first, then follow with the zipper and eventually button, going slowly because teasing is a good thing right? And also being somewhere between so excited you could have ripped his jeans open and so nervous you could have frozen at the spot, so this was a good pace for you.

As soon as they are loose he brings one hand down to take them off awkwardly as he tries to hold himself up with the other hand. But as he trying to take his jeans off and you’re helping him, his head swings around and hits you right in your cheek somewhat hard and you let out a squeak.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry.” He says with worry in his eyes, but because of the clumsy situation and the silence that you are used to when you’re with Dan, you giggle and it soon turns into a laugh as he joins you.

“Clumsy as always Howell.” You joke. Then suddenly, everything is normal again. I mean you’re still excited and horny and incredible turned on, but it didn’t feel like you were about to have sex for the first time with a person you’ve never even flirted with until this night, but like you’ve known him forever and whatever you do, it won’t be awkward or embarrassing because 1. You were already like that 2. So was he and 3. Because he’s your best friend and he understood. For once, someone understood what it was like to be as awkward and protected and just scared. But in a way, it made you feel the exact opposite; confident and free and happy. So incredibly happy you can feel it bursting from your heart and eyes and mouth as you smile up at your idiot of a best friend and he smiles right back. You look down and see him in his boxers, black Calvin Klein pair, and blush again.

“And awkward as always Y/L/N.” He laughs when he sees the tint on your cheeks. “As much as I want to make fun of you more…” He starts when his laughter dies down, “I am very close to naked and you are not and we should fix that. Come on, get up.” He says gently as he stands up off the bed and reaches his hands out for you to take. Once you are both up he leans down to kiss you and you both smile into it. Then you feel his large hands grip into the zipper by your neck and you shiver a bit at the touch. He detaches from your lips to read your expression as he slips the metal object down to your bum where it ends and he slips the sleeves off, kissing each shoulder as he does so. Then all at once that fabric falls to your feet, still wearing the heels you put on for your terrible, traumatizing date earlier. Weird, you completely forgot about that asshole.

His eyes explore the newly exposed skin, but not in a predatory disrespectful way, but curious and almost anxious look. You follow his gaze and look down and eternally roll your eyes at your totally mixed-matched underwear and bra. But you secretly thank God for remembering to shave. “Wow.” He whispers almost to himself and that’s when you scan your eyes over his entire body for the first time and notice the bulge in his boxers, and then his cute little love handles, his faint happy trail, then his ratty, messy hair, and enormous feet and everything in between. “Baby, come here.” He whispers breathlessly and you notice his fists clench and you wonder why. Nevertheless, you step forward so your chest is touching his and he brings his hand up to sweep some hair behind your ear and cup your cheek. His other hand is twitching forward to touch you then retracting back as he mentally decides whether to touch you or not.


“I just want to touch you. Damn I do, but you need to tell me if I can. I don’t want to be like that fucking twat who couldn’t keep his hands out of your shirt. I need you to know I want you but only if you want me too.” He rushes out and flickers his eyes around the room, avoiding your stare. You’re left speechless honestly, but out of pure happiness and affection.  You bring your hand up to cup his jaw and slowly bring his face to face yours. As his eyes meet yours, you smile, letting him know you are serene and comfortable with everything at the moment. You look down and hold the back of his hand in yours and bring it up to your breast, letting him hold you as you hold him.

“Touch me Dan.” You whisper, looking into his eyes. “I want you to.” You smile. His eyes light up and you bring your hand off his as he squeezes and fondles you and snakes his other hand around your waist, holding your bum in his hand. You reach up and place your lips on his in a passionate kiss.

He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and in return making a daring move and bit his, pulling at it a bit with a smirk on your face. He leads you back over to the bed and sets you down to sit on it at the end of the bed and reach up to capture his lips in yours but he pulls back with a smirk, making you pout. “What’s wrong princess?” Usually, he uses that name to tease you, but this was now in a different manner, one you much preferred.

“I just like kissing you is all.” You blush and pout and he smirks at your honesty.

“How much do you think you’ll like it when I kiss between your thighs?” He whispers into your ear and you feel your breath sharpen at his words. “With my tongue on you…” He continuous as his hand runs down your curves. “And you moaning my name.” He smiles.

“Please.” You can’t help the whimper that emits from your lips, but begging seemed appropriate because as much as you hate to admit, you were desperate for him at this point. Without another word he kneels down between your thighs and slips the shoe of your right foot off and kisses your ankle before doing the same with the other side. His kisses move up your shaven soft legs one inch at a time and by the time he makes it to your thighs, you’re already panting. Then they get closer and closer to your heat and the anticipation is killing you softly. Finally, he presses a gentle kiss on the fabric covering you and you let an embarrassing noise of misery.

Then, he has the nerve to look up at you between his lashes with his sideways smirk and asks, “Can I?” as he tugs at the hem of your underwear.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You say under your breath and he just chuckles. “Yes, please Dan.” You sigh out. He smiles and slips the fabric off and you gasp as the cold air hits your wet core.

“Are you okay?” He asks seriously and you look down and run your hand through his hair. You nod before he says, “lay back baby.” You do as he says and you stare up at the ceiling until you feel his tongue take a bold long lick up your folds and you gasp out and grab a hold of his hair as the shock of inner electricity flows through you. “Is…that okay?” You hear him ask in a small voice.

“Yeah.” You breathe out. “Can y-you…do it again Dan?” You ask in such a small voice you wonder if he even hears it. But you know he does when his grip on your thighs tightens slightly and he lets out a deep breath, like he was holding his breath since he asked you.

“Okay.” He answers and you feel the warmth of his mouth cover over your heath as he sucks and licks your clit and you let out a strangled moan. It was so foreign and new and just felt so damn good that it was hard not to scream. He continues and alternates between kissing, sucking, and licking but you are so lost into it, you don’t know in what order and you don’t care. Moans are escaping your lips more and more frequently and after the first few, your face grows hot with embarrassment and you bring one hand up that was gripping the sheets, up to your mouth and covering it to suppress the embarrassing noises. Before the knot in your stomach can even intensify, his mouth leaves from between your thighs to the back of your hands covering your face as he gently moves them.

“Don’t’ do that Y/N, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He says softly, kissing your nose after.

You just groan and cover your face again, making him chuckle before bring your hands above your head, him holding them both in his one hand. “Why are you so embarrassed dude?”

Dude. Even naked and about to take your virginity, he says dude. But, you preferred it anyway.

“I don’t know… I’m just… I don’t know.” You chuckle a bit. “I was just a little too into it I guess.” You say shyly.

“Well…” He says as he runs his hands softly against your curves, tracing patterns into your soft skin, leaving a tingling anywhere he touched. “I kinda want you to feel good, I mean it’s sort of the point.” He giggles, making you blush again as you roll your eyes playfully.

“Whatever.” You giggle.

“Well, did it?” He asks bluntly.

“Wait what?”

“Did it feel good?” He says quietly and with a slight groan to his voice, almost like morning voice.

“Well, I mean…”

“Y/N, tell me how good I make you feel.” And suddenly his lips are on your neck and the fabric from his boxers are rubbing against your thighs and you realize he is rocking gently over you. “Beg for it, tell me you want it.”

Now usually, you would not intentionally beg, especially to a man who literally had you cornered and defenseless, vulnerable and needy beyond belief. But, it wasn’t the hormones or the passion making you give up your morals, it was that realization of it wasn’t begging, because you did want it and there’s nothing wrong with wanting something. And unbelievably he wanted it to, which considering since you are a virgin, never happened too often. And feeling good and making someone as amazing, sexy, beautiful, and kind as Dan feel good also, well what the hell’s wrong with that?

“I want it Dan. Please, I want you to make me feel good. ”

“Yeah?” he smiles and he looks up to you, nodding his head in encouragement.

“Yeah.” You smile.

He smiles back and kisses your nose. “Okay, so this is going to hurt but I promise I’ll take care of you. You trust me right?”

You softly kiss his lips and nod with a slight smile on your face. He’s your best friend, of course you trust him. However, you guess best friends aren’t really in your position, so nothing should be implied at this point.

“Yeah dude, I trust you.” You whisper with a smile. He smiles back and shifts his body, looking down at where your bodies now meet. Slowly, you feel his tip enter and then some until he’s only halfway. And oh shit, it does hurt. Now you’re really not one for crying, except for when you were sexual harassed, which to be fair, is understandable, but your eyes watered undesirably from the stinging down below. You could feel the intense stretch and your walls squeeze and contract trying to push the foreign body out. How do women give birth what the hell? Oh god, does it hurt him too? How much do I bleed? It’s so quiet in here, can we put on music? Please tell me he isn’t staring at me. Do I look hurt? I don’t want to offend him. Fuck, I wish we were watching Netflix right now. I think Mean Girls is now on. I really like that movie, haha it’s so “fetch”. Wait why the fuck am I thinking right now? Dan’s penis is literally in me and all I can think about is Mean Girls. To be honest, it’s better than thinking about the pain. Ow oh yeah the pain, fuck that hurts. Oh no eyes, don’t do it…

“Oh my god, Y/N are you crying?”

“N-no.” You breathe out pathetically.

“Do you want me to pull out, because I can…” He says as his length starts to move out, only adding to more pain.

“WAIT! Wait, wait stop Dan please.” You beg. You don’t mean to make him feel bad, but he needed to know. “Ow fuck.” You say under your breath closing your eyes briefly, but instantly regret it.

“Shit, I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t mean-”

“- I know Dan, it’s okay.” You try smiling behind your tears, making you chuckle out. He smiles sadly at you, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “Dan, I want you to move.” You whisper out kindly, subconsciously saying you are still completely okay and happy with the situation at hand.

“Yeah?” He smiles, but this time it’s not sad or fake, its genuine, your favorite one of his smiles.

You giggle, the pain subsiding now. “Yeah.”

“Alright.” He whispers, still looking right into your eyes, smiling. A few moments pass by before you speak up, “…Dan?”

“Oh right.” He mumbles before snapping out of his daydream, making you giggle. He cautiously draws his hips back then forward, making more of him sink into you and you hiss out. He gives you a worried and apologetic look but you quickly speak up.

“No, no I’m okay. Again.” You pant, closing your eyes. He does so and your back arches as the pleasure starts to flow through your veins, replacing the pain.

“Good?” He asks gently.

“Fucking amazing.” You moan out making him chuckle. His hips draw back then forward than back again, until you both are in perfect rhythm with each other movements. Even the sound of moans completes the piece creating the perfect orchestra, well, more like cheap mix tape. Nevertheless, the moment was hot and heavy but just right. Your mind starts to wonder, is this just a favor or confession? Is Dan just doing this because you wanted to lose your virginity and he was in the right place and right time or did he actually want to be with you. You know it sounds absurd, he’s your best friend for god’s sake, but all this, just felt too real. Every touch, and sound, compliment, baby, and look just seemed so real, almost like a dream you want to wake up to. You shake the thoughts out of your head, not letting stupid emotions ruin this moment for you. All you know is you’re with Dan and that alone could make you the happiest girl on earth. A few minutes of slow fucking pass by and you realize you still have your eyes closed shut, but not really intend on doing anything about it.

“Look at me.” A harsh whisper wakes you and you flutter your eyes open. He cradles your face in his hand and kisses your cheek. “That’s right baby, just look at me.” He groans.  You stare into his hard stare that on the outside seems tough but you can find the small glint of playfulness behind them, the one you always see when you’re with him. He rocks his hips faster, making you moan out loudly, immediately blushing. But of course Dan smirks, enjoying your bashfulness.

The staring contest doesn’t continue for long as his head dips down to your neck and ear, kissing his own path. He nibbles on your ear and his moans are becoming more frequently, sending chills down your spine. If it wasn’t considered creepy or socially unacceptable, you secretly wish you could record them because it’s the best sound you think you’ll ever hear in your life.

“I’ll never let another bastard man touch you again.” He moans into your ear. “Just me.” He says more to himself than you. “I’m the only one.”

You are a bit confused by what he says; you and Dan aren’t together? You never discussed what would happen after this, but the prediction is a very awkward morning. Okay, you really should stop thinking about this before it hurts.

“Fuck I’m close.” He moans and you know you aren’t but that wasn’t really a shock. You’ve heard you never do your first time, then again, everyone says your first time is terrible but this couldn’t be more stunning.

His hands start roaming your entire body, from the curve of your hips to the hills of your breasts and up to your soft hair. You claw down his back, feeling so good all around. You’re a moaning mess as well, even if you’re sure you aren’t going to orgasm tonight.

You muster up some courage and decide to help him out a bit. “Come for me Dan. Please, I want you to.” You moan. “Come on baby, please.”

“Oh fuck! Y/N!” He grunts as his head lifts form your neck so he can hover over you. His eyes shut tight and he lets out shaking groans, emptying into the condom. You stroke his hair and scalp, pushing back his fringe so you can fully study his face. Damn, he looks so beautiful all sweaty and dark and panting. You could remember this forever.

When he completely finishes, his thrusts stop and he collapses onto your chest. You expect him to roll over and peacefully drift to sleep, but when a growl leaves his throat and he swiftly pulls out of you and kneels down to the edge of the bed, pulling your legs with him, you are taken aback.

“Dan…?” You say with a confused tone.

“Shhh, I’m going to give you your first orgasm.” He says seductively yet nonchalantly. Before you can say anything, his face dives in between your thighs, leaving you gasping as his warm tongue returns to your core. He licks and wraps his lips completely around you, going down on you like an animal. Your first reflex is to grab his hair and moan, so overwhelmed with the suspenseful feeling filling your body. You glance down for a second and stare at him, shaking his head, licking, and kissing, desperate to get you off. Then, you’re toes start to curl and screams are ripping from your throat, but this time you have no thought of stopping them. You legs shake and want to squeeze shut, but his firm grip on them makes that impossible. Your squirming and arch your back, all thoughts escaping you.

“Dan! I’m… oh god… please I think-”

“-I know, let go Y/N.  Come on let go.” He mumbles against your pussy and it only takes a few more licks before you’re orgasming for the first time and now you understand what the big deal is. You’ve never felt so physically and emotional blissful at the same time before. You’re not exactly sure what really happened but it’s like all your muscles turned to water and exploded at the same time, releasing something you didn’t even know you were holding. “Dan…Dan.”  You pant as you ease down and relax, letting your body go completely limp. His mouth detaches from your skin and he makes his way up next to you, lying himself next to you on his side.

You’re still panting and your muscles are twitching like you were just shocked when you turn to him.

“How was it?” He asks with a smirk and a chuckle.

You cuddle into his side, placing a kiss on the skin of his shoulder where your head lays naturally. He instantly wraps his arms around you, letting you stay next to him. His other hand comes over to your waist, rubbing circles into your side.

“Way better than Netflix.”

Dan throws his head back as he laughs and you try to hold in your giggles by biting your lip. When he looks at you again, a smile is still pasted on his face and you smile back but you feel your eyes getting heavy.

“You can go to sleep princess.” Dan tells you softly. You nod with your eyes already closed and snuggle a bit closer to him. You feel him press a kiss to your forehead and cradle you tighter in his arms before you fall asleep.


When you open your eyes it’s still dark. Your body hurts but in a good way. As you remember every millisecond of last night a smile slides onto your face. It had been mind blowing and Dan had been more than you could have ever hoped for. You have never dared hope that your first time would be good let alone this perfect. It was everything you had dreamed off and so much more. But you also knew that you were now irrevocably in love with him. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is Dan holding you close and safe in his arms but now you’re lying alone. Maybe that was why you had woken up. You turn around and sit up, pulling the blankets with you to cover your naked body. Dan is sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands. You run a hand through your tangled hair and blink your eyes a couple of times.


His head snaps around at the sound of your voice. He looks troubled.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” He nods absentmindedly which doesn’t convince you one bit.

“Do you-do you regret it?” When he doesn’t immediately answers you and his eyes look down you feel your heart sink.

“I-I shouldn’t have let you do this. I’m sorry.” You eyes start burning but when you turn around you feel his hand grabbing yours. When you look back at him he’s sitting next to you, looking at you with a mixer of emotions.

No. I don’t regret it. I-I enjoyed it way too much. When I woke up and saw you sleeping in my arms, felt your breath against my chest, I just… I don’t ever want to let you go. I‘ve wanted this for too long and I can’t let you go now. I want you to be mine and to just tell you that I-that I love you.”

For a second your mind goes blank. Your mouth is open a bit as you try to progress what he just said. He couldn’t have said what you just head right? You search out his eyes but all you see is sincerity and honesty. And love. So much love and adoration that you feel your eyes slightly watering up again. Your heart feels like it’s going to burst and you can’t help but start smiling.

“And I love you.”

His entire face lights up and a smile also appears on his face, causing his dimples to show.


“Really.” You can’t help the happy laugh that escapes your throat as Dan launches at you, trapping you in his arms and rolling over so you are lying on his chest. He pulls your head down so he can kiss you softly but soon you are kissing passionately. You pull back so you can look at him and you brush his slightly curly fringe from his forehead.

“Will you be mine?” Dan asks you softly.

“For as long as you’ll have me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Dan brings your lips back to his and rolls you over back into his soft pillows.



“Those bruises on your neck,” Sam starts, a few days after Steve breaks them out of prison.

“It’s nothing,” says Steve, firm, final, a clear order: back off.

“That serum makes you heal faster than normal,” Sam continues anyway. “So to leave a lasting mark like that, I figure you’ve gotta be getting the same injury daily. Or nightly?” He looks at Steve significantly.

“Forget it,” says Steve in the same tone of finality.

“Hey man, I’m not judging,” says Sam. “As long as you’re staying safe, whatever gets you–”

“It’s not like that,” Steve interrupts, flushing slightly. “We’re not– Bucky has nightmares.”

Sam presses his lips together and gives a noncommittal hum leaning toward disapproval.

“He just doesn’t always wake up right away,” says Steve, a little defensively.

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Loving You Is Torture↬Stiles Stilinski

Request: Hey can you write and imagine with Stiles where he and the reader are kidnapped by Theo, and he tortures the reader in front of Stiles and does really bad things to her. Bit morbid. And can the ending be really sad, you can decide what happens.

Writer: Gillian

Word Count: 1733 (oops)

Warnings: None, ending is kinda sad tho :\

A/N: Sorry abt this Theo, I still love you
P.S. the reader is a werewolf

Out of everyone in the pack, you were the only one to believe Stiles about Theo.

Stiles’ suspicions were right more often than not; about Matt, Jackson, Peter, even Derek at first. You respected that and thought it was unfair for the rest of the pack to just gang up on him, so you stood by his side, even when Malia didn’t.

You were a werewolf, but you still only had one set of DNA, which meant you were pretty much safe from the Dread Doctors – or at least not exactly on their radar.

So, when you were captured and taken to their ‘lair’, it was quite a shock.

Why would they take you? You weren’t a genetic chimera, you hadn’t exactly pissed them off personally, they really had no reason for doing so. Yet they did anyway.

You didn’t understand why it was all happening until you saw the cocky, arrogant smirk on Theo’s face because he knew why you were there.

You were carried, kicking and screaming, to a table that resembled the one at the animal clinic. This one was much more terrifying, with straps included to hold the person down. The Dread Doctors didn’t play around.

“Y/N,” Theo said, moving to stand beside you while they strapped you down. “Long time no see.”

“Not long enough.” You mumbled under your breath, trying to control your erratically beating heart. Theo could hear your heartbeat, he could smell your fear, he knew you were terrified.

“Aw, don’t say that, Y/N,” He let his hand stroke your cheek absently, his smirk only growing when you squirmed away from him. “I’m not Stiles, but I know you find me at least a little attractive.”

“Why would you bring up Stiles?”

Theo raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “I’ve seen the way you look at him. Your heartbeat rises whenever he’s around, hell, I can even smell the lust coming off you.”

He knew.

You weren’t surprised; Scott had asked you about it in the small period of time between when he turned into a werewolf and you did. Peter had turned you on the night of the winter formal in sophomore year, as a sort of retaliation for Scott’s lack of cooperation.

So far, you were pretty good at controlling it but you didn’t have to pay too much attention to notice it. You just wondered how Malia hadn’t noticed yet, that her boyfriend’s best friend was in love with him.

It was a tragic, unrequited love, one could say.

“What do you want, Raeken?” You asked, attempting to change the subject.

“‘Raeken’? You’ve demoted me to my last name, now?” His hand clutched his heart in mock hurt. “I’ve gotta say, that stings.”

You stared at him, unamused, while avoiding looking at the tools you assumed were for torturing purposes on the tray beside you. “Okay, Y/L/N, I’ll tell you. As long as you pinky promise not to tell anyone,” He held out his pinky close to your tied-down hand. You sighed, deciding to play his little game, interlocking your fingers.

“Well, I guess I really can tell you now. There’s no point in keeping it a secret anymore,” Theo leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to kill you.”

That didn’t surprise you either. Theo clearly wanted something – he always did – and now that just happened to be your death.
“Not yet, though,” You stared up at him. Why wouldn’t just get it over with? Why drag it out? “I want to make sure we have an… audience.”

And that was when they brought Stiles in.

He was unconscious, part of his shirt was singed and he had a bloody gash on his forehead. “What is wrong with you?!”

Theo shrugged. A few people that you assumed were either chimeras or Dread-Doctors-in-training tied him up in the corner, giving him a perfect view of you.

“Wake him up.” Theo instructed, a malicious grin growing on one of the boy’s faces. Claws extended from the tips of his fingers as he prepared to bitch-slap Stiles awake. Theo made a noise that told the boy not to continue.

Sighing disappointedly, he began to not so gently shake Stiles. Stiles awoke with an odd noise, jumping once he saw that he wasn’t in his jeep nor was he alone.


“Hey, Stiles, what’s up?” You struggled to keep your voice from shaking, because you knew now that Stiles was awake, the torture would begin. “Yeah, Stiles, what’s up?”

“Theo.” Stiles said, venom dripping from the single word that contained so much of his hatred.

“It’s so good that you’re awake,” Theo began, twirling a strand of your hair around his fingers. “Because now we can get started.”

He reached for the tray, grabbing what looked to you like a military-grade kitchen utensil. “Spending all this time with the Dread Doctors really taught me some things. What methods of torture are the most effective,” Theo motioned for one of the boys to help him.

He held open your mouth upon Theo’s request, visibly gulping when your eyes burned a bright yellow. You let out a growl as Theo emptied the contents of a vial down your throat. You choked it down unwillingly.

You could feel it; you were turning.
Your teeth became pointed while your face began to shift, morphing into its werewolf shape. “There we go.” You snarled at Theo.

“Okay, Stiles, you’re really gonna like this,” He brought out the scalpel like instrument, putting it into your mouth. You thrashed and growled and snarled until the boy finally let you go. Your canines came down hard on Theo’s hand, drawing blood.

Theo pulled his hand away, watching you as you spat blood on him. “Bitch.” He muttered, no longer willing to play around. He ripped out one of your teeth, eliciting a small cry of pain from you.

The all-too-familiar taste of blood flooded your mouth as you nearly choked on the substance. You remained calm, trying desperately to keep your emotions hidden. Stiles bit the inside of his cheek nervously.

Next, Theo held down one of your hands while he pulled out two of your forcibly extended claws. Blood poured from the two wounds and you couldn’t help but scream.

“Stop, Theo!”

Stiles had been uncharacteristically silent throughout this endeavor, so much that you forgot he was there. His heart was racing, he was scared for you. Under different circumstances, you would’ve found this endearing and a step in the right direction for your non-existent relationship with him.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Theo laughed, as if Stiles were stupid for not knowing. “For Void! Stiles of course. “You love Y/N, I kill Y/N, Void! Stiles makes an appearance.”

He loved you? Since when? Theo had to mean in a strictly platonic ‘just friends’ kind of way.

“And yeah, Y/N, he loves you just like you love him. It’s hilarious, really. You guys have loved each other for so long and then you’ll never know what’ll happen.”

Theo dipped a knife of some sort into a bucket on the floor next to him, coating it in liquid wolfsbane. You hardly knew what to do. Here you were, being tortured, and all you could focus on was the fact that Stiles loved you.

He made no move to deny this fact, either.
Before you could even comprehend what was happening, Theo sunk the knife into your stomach. You let out another cry of pain – though this one was more of a scream because damn it hurt like hell.

And thus, the wolfsbane was released into your system. You could feel it traveling through your veins like tiny pins and needles stabbing at you from the inside.
Stiles shouted your name, but all you wanted to do was sleep. It seemed like such a good idea, and you could vaguely feel something poking into your skull.

You felt light and airy, despite the screw-like things Theo was drilling into your head.

You couldn’t concentrate on what was going on, so you simply turned your head and grinned at Stiles. He looked near tears and you didn’t know why.

Ominously dark veins creeped up your arms and throughout your body. You traced them with your fingers, the unaware grin still stretched across your face.

Theo unstrapped you, and once again, you didn’t know why. After all of that, he just let you go? He shoved you in Stiles’ direction.
You landed in front of Stiles, still smiling.

You ripped off his chains with ease, focusing back on his face. “Y/N,” He began, holding you as if you were porcelain. “Do you – ” His voice cracked, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Do you feel anything?”

You shook your head, cupping his cheeks. “No, I don’t feel anything,” You paused, wiping a stray tear away with your thumb. “Stiles, why are you crying?”

He covered your hand with his own, intertwining your fingers. “I just – I love you, Y/N.” You smiled. “I love you too, Stiles.”

You wanted to kiss him, wanted to show him how much you loved him, but you couldn’t.

You wanted to go to college, but you never could.

You wanted to get married and have kids, but you’d never even have the choice.
And most of all, you wanted to live out your life.

But you never would.

Stiles watched as the light left your eyes, leaving behind a dullness that was never supposed to be there this soon.

It was never supposed to be there ever.

“I love you.” Stiles whispered one last time, his tears falling onto your face. He closed your eyes, standing up to face Theo.
Anger surged through him; he wanted to kill Theo, he wanted to brutally murder him several times. It was all his fault.

But he couldn’t help the guilt forming in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t Theo’s fault, it was his. If it weren’t for him, you might never even be in all of this.

Stiles was the one who told you, Stiles was the one who dragged you down with him, it was all Stiles’ fault.

And he was determined to avenge you, no matter how long it took, no matter who got in his way or tried to stop him, he would do it.

He was going to kill Theo Raeken.

Office After Hours #3


Part Three Summary: After Bucky’s surprise confession, you decide to give him another chance, in return he gives you a morning to remember.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, elevator smut, language, oral [reader receiving] 

A/N: I’ve missed this series a lot! Things are defo going to get heated in the next few parts ;) 

Monday morning came around way too fast and you were kind of dreading having to see Bucky at the office. You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact he went to such extremes to try and convince you he wanted to change for you. You couldn’t deny that you admired his effort, despite the fact he practically broke into your apartment- it was a pretty sweet gesture.

But, it didn’t change the fact you had this overwhelming fear of falling for him, you couldn’t make sense of your feelings for him as it was. He was addictive and you weren’t sure if dating him would be a better or a worse option than the casual hookups you were already frequently having with him.

You made your way to the elevator, coffee in hand. Hell, you’d definitely need it to get through the morning. Some colleagues joined you inside the elevator, all giving you smiles and “good mornings” as they did, your heart racing as you realised one of them was Bucky.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Vimeddiee! I just finished reading UTA last night and let me just tell you, it's beauty and perfection (esp. the art). it's pretty much one of my favorite comics/stories of all time now :) I don't know if this has been asked already, but does DorxMatt, GawxNen, SienxSam, & ArgxCy ever get married? Did Shiloh ever find a special someone or is she not just interested in romantic relationships? Thanks for UTA and the feels~! Looking forward to your next story...

Thank you so much, nonnie! 

Pretty much all of the couples you mentioned enjoy some sort of union or other, progress still needs to be made regarding legal unions where one of the potential spouses is Moonborn (what with their long life), and a lot of red tape had to be cut through so that Dorian and Mattie could adopt (having both been Wielders helped A LOT).

Sienna and Sam are in a legal union/marriage, Argus and Cyrus live very happily together with Asher (who is spoiled by two dads and awkwardly patted on the head by one mother).

As for Shiloh, she can’t be bothered with marriage or romance, she has a large, diverse family that she loves with all her heart, and she likes her ‘beer aunt’ status very much!

Pardon Our Ectoplasm

Christmas Truce gift for @anemptymorgue, who asked for something humorous to do with Amity Park’s general citizens and their relationship with ghosts. Hope you like it!

This, Wes berated himself, is why you didn’t do last-minute Christmas shopping in Amity. “But you can’t be sold out!”

The blue-shirted associate - Neil, according to his name tag- shrugged. “Sorry sir; we’re technically not sold out- we’re out of stock.”

“What’s the difference?!”

“One has us selling things like a normal store, and the other one is that cyber ghost popping through the ceiling and making our inventory attack people like it was the machine uprising.” 

Another associate sweeping up broken and scorched plastic added, “Only instead of killer robots it was iPads and overpriced HDMI cables.”

“The cyber ghost?” Kwan piped up behind Wes. “Which one is that?”

“Yeah, y’know…the cyber ghost?” At their blank expression, Neil pressed. “Come on: green skin, lab coat, lame shades? Has that shrieky voice that sounds like that one dude?”

Wes glanced back at Kwan, Dash, and Dale, who all shrugged. 

“Wait, Terry would totally know this. He’s a big Ecto-Fanboy.” He called across the store, loud and echoing with nothing but empty shelves between them. “Hey Tere! What was the name of that ghost yesterday! The techie one?”

“You mean Technus?” someone across the store hollered back. “How do you forget that? He talks in the third person! He was constantly telling people his name. The first thing he said was ‘It is I, Technus, Master of Machines and all that goes beep-boop!’ He did it in that weird Gilbert Gottfried kinda voice.”

Neil snapped his fingers. “Gilbert Gottfried, that was it!” 

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Coping Mechanisms

Prompt: The reader helps Caliban and Logan take care of Xavier in the desert. While Logan is out working Caliban and the reader do whatever they can to get through the day

Pairing: Caliban X Mutant Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, mentions of sex, consumption of alcohol, depressing undertones

Originally posted by smerdiakow

Sage, the house reeked of sage. Upon entering the front door you were hit with an overwhelming scent of sage. This was odd considering this dump usually smelt of dirt with a hint of rust. You closed the door behind yourself and went straight to the kitchen to unload the groceries.

As you began putting some of the food away you could hear stirring from down the hall. Logan would be gone for a few days for work  so it surely wasn’t him.

“How’s he doing today, Cal?” You called out to the albino man, referring to how Charles was.

“He’s alive.” The tone in his voice was stale and drained. Dealing with Charles during one of his episodes could be mentally exhausting and, at times, heartbreaking. 

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How Gabriel Reyes Became King of Memes

Gabriel isn’t sure who started it, but it somehow became the latest trend in the base to try to make him laugh. Now, what’s worse is that someone also spread the rumor (and it’s just a rumor) that the quickest surefire way to do it was through stupid outdated memes.

(or how Gabriel Reyes finds his place in Overwatch once more)

((also on ao3))

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