the power is still out ugh

Mock up the courage

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, just pure fluff. 

A/N: Bucky is tired and needy and just wants to cuddle. (who. fuckin’. wouldn’t?!)

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

If there was ever something more adorable than Bucky being tired or in any way not feeling well, you’d never seen it. Now, the serum made sure he was never not feeling well, but it didn’t help exhaustion after a week long mission with only 2 hours of sleep a day.

This is why he came stumbling into your floor, somehow overriding every security protocol with his left over spy-skills, calling out your name at two in the morning.

Actually, it was more like a drawn out whine.

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Halloween Starters!


“How did the world end up like this?”
“I was bitten…”
“You were bitten, weren’t you?”
“Show me!”
“You’d be glad to see me gone, wouldn’t you?”
“I will not turn into one of those things!”
“There must be some kind of cure!”
“You can’t just give up!”
“You aren’t acting like yourself today…”
“Shoot me, please!”
“We’re all infected?!”
“Those assholes stole our supplies!”
“Let’s just wait it out and looe our minds together.”
“______, your arm…”
“Is anyone else alive?”
“Do you thin there is still a person in there?”


“Just a single silver bullet, and you’re dead.”
“You’ve been acting really… agressive, lately.”
“You’re gotten… hairy.”
“You’re acting like an animal!”
“Look, it’s a full moon.
*transforms into a werewolf before you. It is clearly painful.*
"Woah… you’re eyes…”
“I know you’re here! I can smell it!”
“Your hair grew back!”
“Be rational, sure…I’m a fucking werewolf for Christs Sake”
“Beware the moon.”
“Whoever is bitten by a werewolf, and lives, becomes a werewolf himself.”
“A werewolf can only be killed by a silver bullet, or a silver knife… or a stick with a silver handle.”
“Jesus, what big teeth you have!”
“I never knew a wolf could cry.”


“I’ve been so… thirsty…”
“You’re teeth… they’re so sharp.”
“Jesus, you’re so pale.”
“I’ve lived since before your ancestors were born.”
“They had forgotten the first lesson, that we are to be powerful, beautifu, and without regret.”
“Where is your reflection?”
“What happened to my reflection?”
“I-I can’t come in unless you invite me.”
“Ugh, I hate garlic.”
“What happened? You used to love garlic!”
“I love the night. It’s the only time I feel really alive.”
“Bring a vampire around, people start discovering religion.”
“The reason people use a crucifix against vampires is because vampires are allergic to bullshit.”
“I’m going out to get a bite to drink.”


“But… but I died.”
“What am I still doing here?”
“I’m so cold.”
“Just let me pass on!”
“I missed you so much.”
“No, you relax, you’re the dead guy!
"Why don’t you go haunt a house? Rattle some chains or something.”
“Now are you going to go away, ___?‘Cause you know what, I got work to do.”
“You can call them ghosts, if you’d like, or as I like to call them, 'the living-impaired.’”
“No such thing as ghosts?”
“I can’t even eat anything now!”
“Can’t anyone see me?”
“You can see me?”
“You can’t hear me?”
“Thought I was gone, didn’t you?”

Non-Assosiated Ones

“What is that!”
“I-I’m a monster…”
“Are you sick or something?”
“Is anyone safe?”
“I thought you were dead!”
“Are you alright after that person bit you last night?”
“You’ve been acting strange ever since that kid bit you yesterday.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I thought they only existed in stories!”
“I thought I killed you already!”
“Why won’t you just die!”
“I thought they only did that in movies?!”
“No! I can’t shot you! I won’t!”
“Are you sure you’re alright?”
“You’re in danger”

In this Heat [M]

Originally posted by itslikevelvet

Featuring:  One [Jung Jaewon]

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Word count: 2,281

Request:  Anonymous said: Jaewon + smut: we’ve been close friends for several years. One hot summer day we’re at a fair/carnival/out on the town. I’m eating a popsicle and he can’t stop staring at my full lips. He cuts the day short to take me to his place and he gets really close. Light kissing leads to heavy petting and from there it’s gets serious.[Feel free to change it up but thank you you for all your hard work and great writing]

anonymous said: Can i have jaewon scenario request : the morning after a fluffy smut. 

A/N: This has a similar theme to my other scenario You & I so feel free to read you & I as an epilogue to this scenario, I guess you can say this is the prelude to you & I.

  An attempt to squeeze 2 request into 1 one-shot idk if it’s working

Jaewon wasn’t sure just what had gotten into him but he couldn’t keep his focus and his eyes in front of him. Maybe it was this severe heat wave that was messing with his head or maybe it was that v-neck dress you had on, or the way you looked so damn cute whenever you looked up at him…
“Jaewon! Let’s get on that ride!” you snapped him out of his thoughts before they could give way to the perverse thoughts secretly lingering in the back of his mind, that even he wasn’t aware of; as you tugged on his hand and pointed at the ferris wheel.
You hadn’t given him the time to respond, as you excitedly took the lead and kept on going on; about how nice the view from the peak height was going to be.
“Hurry Jaewon! The line isn’t that long, hurry before people beat us to the line and then we’ll have more time to get on all the rides and maybe even get to go around a second time.” you enthusiastically told Jaewon your plan.
He let out that all too familiar chuckle, “I think we’ll have plenty of time to go around a second time if you want, I don’t think many people are willing to be out in this heat wave.”
“It’s rush hour so people are just now making their way over, it’s gonna get packed in about an hour. Besides this heat wave isn’t as bad as the news makes out to be, we’ll live!”

“I guess this isn’t something a slushy or ice cream can’t fix.”

“I slushy actually sounds really good right now. So slushy now or after the ride?”

“Slushy now, meanwhile we wait in line.” he suggested.

You kept your place in line while you waited for Jaewon to come with your ice cold beverages, luckily it wasn’t a long wait; soon enough you were on the ferris wheel taking pictures together and of the view.
After that you both went running around trying to get on as many rides possible before the lines would get packed, which included the flying swings, bumper cars, even as reluctant as Jaewon was he eventually agreed to join you on the merry-go-round.
“Oh come on Jaewon, cheer up. Have some fun.” you encouraged as he stood next to your horse as he had refused to get on one of his own.
“This isn’t my image.” he rebutted.
“What image?”
He feigned hurt as he placed a hand over his heart and sighed, “Do you always have to come for me?”
“I wasn’t, it was a genuine question.” you batted your eyelashes, it was always a habit of yours to push Jaewon’s buttons.
The ride came to an end and you guys continued walking around looking for what to do. You quickly stopped in your tracks when you came across a dart throwing game, and you couldn’t get your eyes off of one of the prizes; a huge white fluffy plush teddy bear with a pink bow tie around its neck.
“You know it’s a scam right?” you heard Jaewon whisper in your ear from behind you.
“Jaewon~” you called out to him as you turned and he already knew what you were up to, yet pretended he didn’t have a clue.
“What do you suppose a friend could do for their friend after they miss their birthday party… not just friends, best friends. And said best friend didn’t show up to their best friend’s birthday party?” you said as you attempted to give him your best puppy eye look.

“ I told you something came up and didn’t I agree to come out in this heat wave and go on the merry-go-round with you already?
…. fine just don’t look at me like that.” he protested. The longer you looked at him that way, the more he could feel you pulling at his heartstrings little by little.

He tried his luck at this so called scam dart game, he wasn’t all that bad, 7 out of the 10 shots.

Jaewon went to collect his prize, upon receiving it he held it out to you, “Well it isn’t the grand prize but it’s something.”
You were gleaming with happiness as you took it from his hands “Thank you Jaewon! It’s perfect, I don’t think I could have carried that huge teddy bear any ways but this one is the perfect size.” You held the medium sized replica of the huge plush bear close in your arms and squeezed it. “Aw, it’s so soft~.”

You guys continue walking around looking for things to do, at this point the heat was really starting to get to you; you attempted to fan yourself with your hands to no avail.

“Maybe we should call it a day?” Jaewon spoke up noticing you were struggling to keep cool.

“ Trying to get rid of me already?” you said playfully.

“You caught me .”

You gasped at his answer.
“I’m kidding, calm down.”

“The heat getting to you already?”

“I’m not the one who nearly got heat stroke last year and needed an IV drip.”

“Touchè, you’re getting better with your comebacks. That was kind of a low blow.” you admitted.

“It was a joke, my bad. I’ll make it up to you, I’ll buy you ice cream on the way home and we can watch a movie at my place, your pick.”

“Throw in some popcorn and some snacks and you’ve got yourself a deal.”


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llorstel  asked:

The galactic translator is busted. How will the paladins and the Alteans deal with not able to understand each other while the translator is being repaired. Maybe also them teaching bits of their languages.

“Komariki thereta tu keppa.”

They both stared at Allura, and if Lance hadn’t been having an equally hard time figuring out what the hell had just come out of her mouth, the look on Hunk’s face would have been picture-worthy. “Uh, could you run that by us again?”

Allura blinked at them, then scowled. “Kecchu ni tuchek?”

“Uh, still didn’t get that.”

She pursed her lips, then turned on her heel. “Coran!”

Mostly through pantomiming, the older Altean had been able to -sort of- explain what had happened. During their last fight, the chamber where the lormakke crystals that powered the intergalactic translation devices had somehow become overcharged. Pidge scowled at all the shattered pieces. 

“Ugh, it’s the teludav all over again. Where do we even find these?” she growled, before remembering Coran and Allura couldn’t understand her. “Uh…” She picked up a broken crystal, pointed off in random directions, then shrugged, hoping that would get the point across.

Thankfully, it seemed to work, since Coran pulled up a star map, directing to a particular planet.

Or not, since none of them could read the name of it.


They were gonna have to figure out something better than charades.

“God, this is worse than the Garrison’s encryption classes.”

“Yeah. At least those still involved the same letters and numbers.”

The Altean alphabet was a nightmare. But after six hours, everyone going through two glasses of stimulant juice apiece, and headaches all around, they finally had the name of the planet.


“Holy shiiiiiit!”

“Head for the water! If we get rid of the pollen, it might not smell us anymore!”

All four dove into the lake to evade the rampaging- whatever that had emerged from the cave depths shortly after they’d finished collecting their bags of crystals.

Right after yet another argument between Keith and Lance had sent them tumbling into a copse of weird glowing purple and red flowers that had immediately sprayed them all in bright pink pollen.

“Is it gone?”

“Lance, you check.”

“Oh, sure, just because you want me to get eaten-”

“Both of you, shut up and check.”

“It’s gone.”

“Then let’s get the hell off this planet and get back to normal.”

Father II

read part one here

Read the story on ao3 here

“Pomona honey!” Called Poppy out. “Urgent letter from Hogwarts for you!”

Pomona Pomfrey-Sprout smiled when she saw her wife standing in the door of their little cottage. After nearly forty years of marriage she was still very much in love with her. “Coming! I just have one more mandrake to plant!”

She made quick work of the last little bugger, then hurried off towards the house. It was probably Neville again, asking her for tips on how to handle his particularly nasty first year Ravenclaws, who always tried to corner him with complex questions about subjects more fitted for fifth years. It was a clever technique to disturb lessons and avoid homework.

“Here.” Poppy handed her a cup of tea, the letter and a morning kiss. “If it’s Neville again you should tell him to just floo in next time. I haven’t seen him in ages.”

“Will do, will do.” She opened the letter.

Dear Pomona,

I’m sorry to say that Malfoy has fallen ill. It’s nothing serious as far as I know, but he won’t be able to teach for a while. I persuaded Minerva to let Harry take care of him until he’s back on his feet, and I am now taking over the defence classes. I was hoping that you might be willing to replace me in herbology while I do so. It would be greatly appreciated.

Hope to see you soon,


Pomona smiled. “As much as I love to see you in just a bathrobe.” She pulled her wife into a hug that became a kiss. “I’m afraid we have to get going. Hogwarts needs us.”

“I hope those two will finally find each other now. Pomona used to grow Devil’s snare, a plant known for it’s slow pollination, but even they never took more than a year to get together.” Madam Pomfrey crossed her legs and took a sip of tea from the cup Neville had offered her. She had arrived ten minutes ago, and while Pomona had immediately left for the gardens, Poppy had stayed with Neville to catch up a bit.

“Did you just compare Malfoy and Harry with Devil’s Snare?” Asked Neville.

“Maybe…” Poppy took another sip of tea, using the cup to hide her smile. It was about time Harry found some happiness, and Malfoy wasn’t undeserving of it either after everything he’d done for the school.

“I think I’d best be off to the greenhouses now. You never know what those first years will do when faced with a new teacher, and my darling girl isn’t the youngest anymore.”

“I don’t think we have anything to fear in that department. I suspect even in her sleep she’d still be able to teach seventh year Ravenclaws.”

“I know…” Poppy sighed. “But back in the day I made her fall for me when I helped her with a tough class. I wouldn’t mind reliving that moment.” She smiled at the memory.

Neville laughed. “That’s actually really cute.”

“Yeah, Pomona and I are sometimes quite  sappy for each other.”

“You mean sapphic for each other?”

Poppy gave him a sharp, disapproving look. Neville threw his hands up in defence. “I wasn’t going to leave that perfect opportunity unused okay, you know me.”

Poppy rolled with her eyes and got ready to leave.

“I’ll see you during lunch!” Called Neville after her. He knew she secretly loved his puns, even though she would never admit it out loud.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m here, I’ll get you out of this mess. Don’t you go thinking that I won’t. You’re my friend now and I don’t fail my friends.” Harry was stroking Malfoy’s perfect blond hair. He knew the other man wasn’t listening to his ramblings, he’d fallen asleep some time ago, but Harry needed to say it for himself. Needed to believe it was true.

He actually had no idea how he was going to stop Lucius from retrialing except for marching into the ministry and straight up forcing the minister to refuse Draco’s dad his basic wizarding rights. Not that he had anything against that idea, but he knew Draco would never accept it.

He sighed, and pulled out his wand to sent a patronus to Minerva, telling her that he wasn’t able to teach his classes that day. He didn’t want to think about the consequences of the memory he used to conjure it. How he was getting Malfoy out of this mess was his top priority, not the reasons behind his desire to do so.

Harry tried to relax a bit, and tightened his arms around Malfoy. There was a certain calmth coming from his body pressing on top of him. His weight was somewhat reassuring.

While he stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifted to that one sentence again. What kind of monster do you have to be, in order to make your own father hate you.

The words had shocked him. Apparently Malfoy blamed himself for what his dad was doing, like after all those years of hard work and good deeds he still somehow hadn’t been good enough. Like all of this was caused by him not trying his best instead of his father being a total shitbag.

Harry didn’t understand how Malfoy could still love his dad, how he could still care about his opinion after everything he’d done. But he also felt out off his debt, because he didn’t know what it was like to have a dad. He had no idea how Malfoy felt and for now he could do nothing more than hold him, tell him it wasn’t his fault, hoping that would somehow be enough.

But deep down he knew it wasn’t.

When the afternoon neared its second half Malfoy slowly started to wake up.

“Hey.” Harry greeted him with a warm smile. Malfoy groaned, and turned his head away.

“Please tell me I didn’t cry myself to sleep in your arms.” He whispered.

Harry tightened said arms around him. It was his way of saying that Malfoy shouldn’t get weird ideas like getting up, because Harry wasn’t letting him go. “You kind of did. But that’s okay. We all have our bad days.”

Malfoy let out a huge sigh. “Fuck.” He readjusted himself on top of Harry, a difficult task because Harry’s arms held him in a deadlock. “You know you can’t solve every problem in the world with a good hug right?”

“I know.” Answered Harry. “But I can try.”

Suddenly he got a broad smile on his face. “Hey Malfoy, you do realise you just called me a good hugger, right?”

“Did I say good?” Malfoy lifted his head from Harry’s chest. His eyes were still red from crying, but the despair that had reflected in them earlier was gone. “I meant terrible. You’re nearly murdering me in your arms, your shoulders are too bony, your…. Ugh.” Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy even tighter, like he was trying to push all the air out of his lungs.

“What was it you were saying about my hugging qualities?”

Malfoy opened his mouth to answer, but could barely say a word because Harry cranked up his muscle power even more. “Great…” Malfoy gasped for breath. “Greatest hugger…”

“That’s what I thought.” And Harry loosened his grip.



Malfoy let his head rest on Harry’s chest. They lay silently in each other’s arms for a while before Malfoy spoke again. “I suppose there’s no chance…”

“No Malfoy, indeed there isn’t. I am not going to not talk about what happened.” Said Harry with a stubborn tone in his voice.


“But what? Malfoy we’ve worked together for two years now. I consider you to be my friend, no matter how weird that might sound. And friends don’t abandon each other when something like this happens, even if it’s not the easiest subject to talk about.”

Malfoy sighed, defeated, and rolled off of Harry. “Could we postpone talking about it then? I think it still has to sink in a bit.”

“Sounds reasonable.” Answered Harry, whose stomach grumbled loudly.

The sound made Malfoy’s eyes widen, and he pushed himself up to a sitting position. He looked worried. Even though it had been nearly two years since Harry had beaten his depression, his lack of appetite had never really left. Malfoy hadn’t really been lying when he complained about bony shoulders.

“Potter, have you eaten?” Harry was suddenly very busy studying the ceiling.

“You haven’t, have you?” Malfoy checked his watch. “Both breakfast and lunch?” Harry sat up as well now, but still refused to look at Malfoy.

“Dammit Potter. You were doing so well before.”

“But this was to blame on the circumstances!” Said Harry defensively.

“Circumstances my ass, any normal person would have called a house elf for some food.” Malfoy sounded more concerned that angry. Harry would have prefered him angry, he didn’t want anyone worrying about him. Especially not Malfoy, who shouldn’t have anything on his mind but his dad at the moment.

"You and I both know I’m not…”

“No, Potter. You are indeed not a normal person, you’re the boy who lived. But that doesn’t mean you don’t need food in order to stay that way.”

“You haven’t eaten either though.” Harry realised how weak his excuse was, and he cast his eyes down at the duvet. He knew he should have eaten but it had slipped his mind again, like it so often did.

“I was out cold, you were not. You can’t keep skipping meals like this Potter.” Harry slowly looked up, and Malfoy caught and held his gaze.

Malfoy’s eyes were no longer red from crying, instead they contained a spark. A fire.

Harry didn’t think he’d ever seen Malfoy like this before. The life in his grey eyes did something with him. It captured him. It calmed him down. It made him believe Malfoy would never not be there to remind him of the little things.

“You care.” The words were soft, surprised, filled with something Harry had never felt before.

“Of course I do.” Malfoy didn’t cave this time, though he felt more emotions rush through his veins now then he did that morning. Harry only now noticed Malfoy was holding his hand. “Of course I care.”

I really don’t know what to think of this…. I feel like I could have done better but I’ve started over 3 times already so clearly I can’t

but I hope to have come somewhat close to people’s expectations anyway

If you want me to write a part 3 soon then following me will help with that; I post a new piece every time I hit a memorable number of followers, for this piece that’s 350 (OMG that’s a lot!?)

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Sex after date night. NSFW

Authors note: So this is my first smutty imagine. Let me know what you think. Don’t be too harsh please haha. Enjoy x x 

WARNINGS: Definite smut,  

Jared Imagine. 

Sex after date night. 

Jared and I have just returned to our shared home after a rare romantic evening out. We both take off our coats and shoes. Jared comes up behind me and grabs my waist, kissing me on the side of my neck. A soft moan escaped my mouth. He span me around so I was facing him. He planted a passionate kiss upon my lips whilst wrapping his hands around my neck… with love (yes I know what I did there haha).

  I smiled softly, he pulled away. “What?” he asked. “I’m just thinking about how much I want you… right… now” I exclaimed.
A smile formed. “Well baby…” he grabbed me and flung me over his shoulder. “We need to get you to the bedroom a.s.a.p”. I let out a small squeak as he carried me up the stairs. He gently placed me on the side of the bed. Kneeling on the space next to me, dropping kisses on my lips. He leaned against the headboard as I stood up and seductively unzipped my dress and let it fall to the floor. “Fuck, that’s my girl” He joined me by taking off his shirt, trousers and socks, Our clothes scattered across the floor. 

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anonymous asked:

Do u know of any clace stories where they're secret agents or spies or something along the lines of partners in crime?

There’s a mini masterlist of Clace fics involving crime here and a fic similar to what you’re looking for here and also kind of this one! I’ll also make a list of fics below where one/both of them are secret agents that aren’t already on the other list!

AU-All Human. Clary Fray is one of the best secret agents the Clave has ever seen, but what happens when her mission is to get her target to fall in love with her and in order to complete her mission, she has to work with Jace Herondale, the bane of her existence. Will she risk what she has trained her whole life for in order to spare an innocent? M for language and lemons

Clary Fairchild is a secret FBI agent that get chosen to be in the FBI games. She will have to go through with a mission that could be deadly. And the worst part is, she has to do It with the cocky Jace Wayland. What will she do? Rated M for language. Lemons in later chapters.

When Clary and her brother are relocated for a mission, they meet Jace Herondale; the cocky, attractive, secret agent. when memories from the past come back to haunt Clary, will she let Jace heal her wounds, or create more scars that she can’t handle.

Clary Fairchild, Tessa Gray and Emma Carstairs are secret agents with a mission to kill Jace, Will and Julian. But when love gets in the way of this mission will they still carry it out? Read to find out! *maybe spoilers sorry* Wessa, clace and blackstairs. ON HOLD sorry

Upon returning to NY after 12 years, Clary meets Jace who she later finds is a high school student by day and secret agent by night. Why is her mother involved in his latest mission? What was it that forced them to flee twelve years ago? Rated M for language and lemons..

Jace is a badass MI5 agent in a group called the Shadowhunters. When he gets assigned to protect Clary after her father has escaped from prison, can he keep the secret from her or will her heart get broken AH

A world where downwolders and humans live in peace, but there are always those rebellious ones. A secret organization of spies keeping safe the innocent. But an old Upriser of Spy HQ is back. Jace and family are up for the task to stop him. T to be safe.

Clary Fray isn’t your average high school student. She has a secret job. Jace Lightwood also has a secret. What will happen when they find out that they are both assassins/spies? What will happen when they are each other’s next target? Could love really be possible in their messed up world? JacexClary - All Human! - COMPLETE

everythingchoices  asked:

Hi! I just love your Becca stories! How about #50 for Becca and MC. Thanks! 😂😂

Prompt 50: We’d make such a cute couple. 
Requested by @everythingchoices, I hope you like it, Joshua 😊

“Ugh. Why do those creeps keep glancing at us.”

It’s a couple hours before evening, and the sun is set on making a spectacular exit, sweeping the sky in purples and pinks. Alex is thankful today is the day they chose to skip class. They ended up on the boulevard after a while of driving aimlessly around town.

The place is mostly deserted except for people manning food trucks and the elderly couple in question a few benches away from them.

“Becca, they’re both at least 70 years old. He and his wife are just out enjoying the day.”

“Well, they’re certainly enjoying glancing at us,” she grumbles, biting a chunk of strawberry from her cone. “Wonder what they’re thinking.”

Calmed by the stillness of the afternoon, Alex takes a gamble. “Ah, young love? We’d make such a cute couple?” She steadies herself for the other girl’s reaction.

“Cute? Try power couple,” Becca replies without missing a beat. Warmth blooms in Alex’s chest. She nudges Becca’s shoulder with her own.

“Okay, sure. Hey, power partner, you have syrup on your chin.“ 

“Ugh, this is why I hate eating these things!” Becca roots around her bag for a napkin. “I always end up sticky and messy when I’m with you. I swear to god, it’s worse than playing with a toddler.”

“There’s actually a child who’s not afraid of you?” Alex quips, and gets smacked on the arm for it. “Hey, watch the cone! And excuse me, you literally drenched me in coffee the first time we met. It’s not always my fault.”

“Did you even see Chris’ face?” Becca shakes her head. “He looked like the loser lead of every rom-com seeing the girl for the first time. You were probably moving in slow mo in his head.”

Alex chortles, the sound turning the heads of a couple of passing joggers. “I would defend Chris, but he did try to kiss me later that night. Guy dives in headfirst.”

“Gross. See? I had to do something to make you less cute,” Becca shrugs.

“Ha! So you do think I’m cute.” Alex’s grin is wide and proud. The radiant curve of it sparks a light deep in Becca’s chest.

“Duh, I know math isn’t your thing, but it takes two to make a cute couple.”

Alex quiets, brow furrowed. “But…who’s cuter though.”

Becca speaks without hesitation. "You, obviously.“

Alex’s mouth drops open. “Oh my god. Did you really just say that? These snow cones are non-alcoholic, right?”

“No one’s ever going to believe you if you tell them,” says Becca. Alex crinkles her nose, and the other girl gives it a boop. “And besides, I don’t do cute. The word you’re looking for is hot. Smoking hot,” she winks, and Alex’s heart drops to her stomach. This girl will be the death of me.

They work on finishing the rest of their food, arguing about things like how many dogs or birds they can own. Becca sets the limit to two dogs, and Alex mounts an impassioned defense of how you’re not truly living without a beagle and two labradors. It takes up the rest of the afternoon.

Finally, Becca tosses her trash to the bin, and tugs Alex to her feet. “Let’s go home. You’ve had your sticky and messy,” says Becca, eyes glinting. “I think it’s my turn.“

anonymous asked:

Could I request one where the reader is pansexual and how the boys would react to it? :)


- poor kid he’s confused on what it means at first

- ‘so you like anything?’ 

- ‘no jason, anyone.’

- ‘like a drug deal-’ 

- ‘nO JASON’

- he tries his best to be supportive but he’s jUST SO CONFUSED

- ‘so like boys and girls?’

- ‘and anything in between’ 

- ‘oh, alright..’ *confused face*

- once he does find out what it means, he’s super happy for you

- lots of hugs

- lots of support

- honestly he’s just wants to protect you


- it takes a while for you to tell him

- what if he leaves you, i mean, he’s so perfect he’d be able to do it

- but surPRISE

- his fatal flaw is loyalty, what did you think

- he finds out on accident when you make a dumb gay joke

- ‘wait, what’

- ‘uhh… i’m pan’

- it takes a while for him to get what you mean but when he does


- hugs galore

- maybe a couple of pecks who knows

- total support, super cute, much love

- you two bond over how cute girls in the camp are

- and the guys

- percy’s obviously bi guys.


- oh gods, get ready for this

- ‘leo i’m pan’

- ‘can i cook on you then? cause you’re smokin hot’

- from this day onwards, Y/N L/N has been declared death, caused by too many terrible puns

- ‘how are you today? I hope my girl’s feeling pantastic!’

- ‘leo pls why are you like this’

- ‘you know you love me’

- ‘.. i should have been lesbian’

- but on a serious note, he loves that you trusted him enough to tell him

- practically smothers you with love and affection

- gets jealous x3 now though, be warned

- ‘is he checking you out? gOD DAMMIT IS SHE CHECKING YOU OUT’

- he’s just afraid he’ll lose you cause damn you’re quite the package, and now girls and non-binaries are allowed to check you out too? no fair

- honestly just pure acceptance and love

- (also the fact that he thinks he’s bi too)


- he’s lgbt dude, obviously he’d accept

- ‘hey uh nico, i just wanted to let you know that i’m pan’

- ‘sweet.’

- end of story

- nothing changes really

- you’d both check out dudes and chicks together once in a while

- total bonding

- (he still gets very jealous though, but he won’t show it)

- ‘nico can we go to pride this year!’

- ‘it’s too bright’

- ‘please?’

- ‘don’t give me tha- ugh fine.’

- total power couple


- total sweetheart about it

- hugs you for a while, like a while.

- ‘frank, i can’t breathe’


- if anyone dares say a word against you, it’s for damn sure that he’d attack them in 0.0420 seconds

- ‘you still like me right?’

- ‘no one can beat you fai’

- if you guys were cute before, turn it up a couple million notches

- poor baby gets jealous now, he doesn’t think he’s up to your level

- ‘if you wanted to leav-’

- lots of interrupting hugs and kisses

- (you’d think he does it on purpose now)

- sometimes he’d turn into a panda, just so you guys can be pan(da’s) together

- honestly just so pure

- ash

I wrote a thing.
Osomatsu and Karamatsu get stuck in an elevator and Karamatsu panics a bit.

A little drunk, maybe a little too drunk the oldest two Matsuno brothers stumbled into the small elevator, laughing and chatting.
This vacation was fun and also.. free drinks. Free drinks were also a lot of fun. Maybe a bit too much fun.

“What.. was our floor again?”, Osomatsu giggled. “I dunno..Not 69, don’ say that..” “You’re no fun! A..alright.. I think it was like.. this one? No this. Ah, this. Mmhhh… Karamatsu, help me.. was it seven?” “S-stop pressing all the buttons, Osomatsu.. ‘tas not good.. And I think.. I think it was… yeah, probably the seventh floor – hic!”, Karamatsu mumbled. “Yeah, okay…” Osomatsu pressed the silver button with the blue-glowing seven on it.
The elevator was already on it’s way up and every time it stopped Osomatsu just pressed the “Close Doors” button.
And it all went good until suddenly the lights went out and the elevator stopped harshly. Both of them fell.

“What the hell? Hey, I don’t see a thing!”, Osomatsu exclaimed. “Ow.. hey, Karamatsu, you alright?” “Ugh.. ow.. What.. what happened, Nii-san?”
Karamatsu didn’t use “Nii-san” often, not even when he was as drunk as he was now. So this was fairly.. odd.

“Ugh.. Fuck, did the elevator just.. crash?” “What, we crashed? Oh – o-” “Nah, not like how you mean it. I think it ran out of power or something?” “A-are we.. gonna get out of here?” “I think every elevator has some.. emergency phone thing..”, Osomatsu said. “Hey, do you have your phone?” “N-no, it’s in our room.” “Oh. Well, fuck.”

Osomatsu sat up and sighed. He wanted to wait a minute until his eyes adjusted to the darkness and then he’d be able to find the phone.
Karamatsu was still lying on the ground, he didn’t dare to move. Were they going to die here? Oh god. This was the end, wasn’t it?

Breathing was fine for Osomatsu. The elevator wouldn’t run out of air, there was still some coming in from the ceiling. Osomatsu had been trapped in an elevator before, he knew this.
For Karamatsu, though, breathing wasn’t fine at all. He couldn’t breathe. Where did the air go all of a sudden? He wasn’t panicking, was he?

The rapid gasping, coming from Karamatsu, caught Osomatsu’s attention. “Huh? What’s wrong?”, he asked. No response. His eyes were still adjusting but he could see Karamatsu’s face well enough to notice his anxious expression.
“Are you afraid?”, he asked into the darkness. It took Karamatsu a bit to answer.

“Yes.”, he forced out. “You don’t have to be.”, Osomatsu laughed. “C-can you call the receptionist already? I – I can’t stay in here for long.” “Yeah, I’ll.. Uh, hold up. But calm down, Karamatsu. We’re not going to die in here.”

Osomatsu searched for the emergency phone.
“Yeah, hi, uh.. My brother and I are stuck in one of your elevators…. Yes, it just stopped. The lights went out too..  Ah, okay.. Yes.. Thank you.”
He hung up and looked at Karamatsu, who was still lying on the ground, breathing heavily. He was making some weird sounds Osomatsu couldn’t quite recognize.

“Karamatsu.. Are you.. crying?” No answer. Just slight whimpering. “They’re gonna repair this thing in thirty minutes.”, Osomatsu said, unsure what to do.
“Thir- thirty minutes?” “Yeah.” “Oh god. Oh – Oh my god, we’re going to s-suffocate, I -” Now Karamatsu was sobbing. Violently.
“Hey, no, it’s alright, you can’t suffocate in an elevator. I know that.” But that didn’t change Karamatsu’s thoughts.

“Come on, sit up.” Karamatsu shook his head. “Nothing is going to happen, it’s okay. Come on now, sit up, so I can hug you, okay? You’re safe.”, Osomatsu said, pulling on Karamatsu’s arm to get him in an upright position.

Sitting was a hard thing to do, for Karamatsu at least. He was dizzy. Dizzy and afraid.
“Oh god, we’re going to die, we – “

Osomatsu put his arms around his little brother, softly embracing him. “We’re not. We’ll just wait for the maintenance people to arrive and they’ll fix this thing.”, he whispered. Karamatsu’s answer was more sobbing and some mumbling Osomatsu couldn’t understand.
“Ssshhh.. shhh..”, he said. He had absolutely no idea how he could help Karamatsu to calm down. “It’s gonna be okay, we’re safe.”, Osomatsu whispered, running his hands through Karamatsu’s hair. He was so sweaty and warm.

“I don’t w-want t-to die, I..” “No, Karamatsu. Think rationally. The elevator is attached to strings and - “ “Osomatsu-nii-san, I don’t wanna die!” “I-” “I just wanted to enjoy this vacation, oh my god, and now we’re going to suffocate in this goddamn elevator, I – I – I”

Osomatsu squeezed Karamatsu’s hand tightly until Karamatsu stopped talking. He had done this a lot of times before; it was some kind of ritual he did when Karamatsu was panicking. He didn’t know why it worked, but it did.

“It’s gonna be okay.”
“There’s no need to worry, you hear me? I’m with you. I’ve been through this once, I know how horrible this is. I know you’re afraid of things like this.”
“Nothing bad will happen. Calm down, okay? I’m here.”

Karamatsu nodded softly. He was still crying, even sobbing, but it was okay. He was anxious, he was afraid, but Osomatsu was doing his best and it helped. At least a bit.

“I don’t.. uh, have a tissue, right now, sorry.”, Osomatsu laughed. “I- it’s okay, I – I have my sleeve..”

It wasn’t long until the lights went on and the elevator started running again. Osomatsu held Karamatsu’s hand the whole time.
“Thank god.. Oh god, your face. Oh god, Karamatsu.. ew.” Yeah, Karamatsu didn’t really look.. good right now. Snot and tears everywhere, his eyeliner smudged.

Getting out of the elevator also wasn’t very easy for Karamatsu. His legs were shaky and he was still dizzy. Osomatsu had to hold him steady. “It’s okay, I understand you’re feeling a bit off now. It’s okay.”

Karamatsu leaned against his older brother. “Thank you, Nii-san..”, he mumbled.


HEAVILY INFLUENCED BY THE Bessatsu Shonen’s September Cover

and me still wondering why Mikasa no have the SCARF?.

so I came up with this random cheese.

WHAT is up with Levi’s way of looking at her, its like..i’m stripping you with my eyes! ugh! here you go! while I wait for the new chapter..that i think is already out :p


anonymous asked:

KwamiSwap AU (Marinette is Chat Noir, Adrien is Ladybug), Flirty Chat Noir trying to seduce Adrien

  • Okay but are we talking straight up Marinette always had the Black Cat Miraculous or are we talking “for probably akuma-caused reasons Marinette accidentally wound up with the ring and Adrien wound up with the earrings”. Idk, maybe the akuma had swapping-related powers, maybe Chat’s ring fell off and the earrings’ timer was up and It Was An Emergency, and then they couldn’t find a safe place to swap back without risking their identities in all the post-attack fuss, so they’re meeting at midnight to do it then instead. 
  • (Marinette refuses to talk about what Chat looked like in the Ladybug outfit. Also, she’s a little pissed, because Tikki made it MUCH FANCIER for him than she ever does for her–there’s cuffs, and pockets, and a little cape! it looks like ladybug wings! it’s FUCKING ADORABLE!!–and on top of that HER Chat Noir suit isn’t nearly as nice as Chat’s was, it’s literally just a blank bodysuit with some cat ears smacked on and a stubby little non-tail! SHE DOESN’T EVEN GET THE BELL, WTF??)
  • “The transformations are different from Chosen to Chosen,” Plagg replies with a shrug as he stuffs his greedy little face with cheese bread. “I’M A DESIGNER,” Marinette yells. Plagg is not moved. Marinette is like fine! Whatever!! She’s at least gonna try out the night vision and the baton before they meet up, she decides, then transforms and heads out her balcony window. Chat has cool little side powers she doesn’t and she wants to play just a little, okay, so sue her–ugh. Ughhhhh it’s STILL the blank bodysuit, the cat ears don’t even move or anything, she is SO disappointed, did she not get ANY of the cool cat powers?!?! COULD SHE NOT AT LEAST HAVE GOTTEN THE POCKETS?? Could she not get a SINGLE cool cattribute to try–
  • … oh hey it’s Adrien’s house. 
  • And that is the story of how Adrien Agreste is interrupted in the middle of feeding Ladybug’s adorable kwami all the cookies he can find by a series of weirdly enticing yowls from underneath his window, which–what?  

(I’m not doing any more of these right now, just finishing the ones I had!) 

Workout Log 7-8-17

Good morning! Good Saturday! We’ve made it!

Kind of an eventful morning! I did an ab workout in my living room because at first, I was planning to walk up to the lake and chill–I might still do that later because it’s gorgeous outside–but anyway…

I walked up to the clubhouse and got in some treadmill cardio as well. WOW. Where did this come from? The power of not having a migraine, I guess.

There was a slightly frustrating series of events on the treadmill. I had to switch headphones because my damn earbuds kept sliding out of my ears. I actually really hate Apple earbuds. OK. Switched to my Bluetooth ones. Then. I had to go to the bathroom. Ugh. Really? I still got sufficiently wiped out, but y’know.

Anyone who has followed me for any length of time knows that I have a considerable amount of loose skin on my arms. I have been wearing sleeveless tops in public this summer now, but for the first time today I worked out in just a tank top. I felt pretty damn normal and fine! They were most certainly flapping about everywhere, but with even that factual observation I did not have an inkling of that hyper-aware self-consciousness over them. Y’know? That feeling like the world is spying on you?

Ab Workout (chart one, below)

Running in place and jump roping (warm up)
Core Stabilizers w/ dumbbell: 15 lbs 3 x 12
Standing Side Bend w/ dumbbells: 15 lbs 3 x 12
Plank: 60 s
Side Plank: 30 s each side
Marching Front Chop: w/ 5lb medicine ball 3 x 12
Russian Twist: w/ 5 lb medicine ball 45 s x 3
Leg Lifts: 3 x 12
Knee Tuck Crunches: 3 x 12

Treadmill Cardio (chart two, below)

Intervals of 5.0 mph up to 7.0 mph. Walking Intervals at 3.5 mph.

Playlist Picks: Listened to one of my downloaded albums because the clubhouse changed the WIFI password and I’m always there before they’re actually staffed. So, I listened to A Perfect Circle’s Thirteenth Step. One of my favorite albums of all time!

Apps featured in this post include: Fitbit

Formalities (Shinirai)

another Shinirai drabble for @lgbtmntweek, this time for day 6 (the future you see for characters). Going by the show’s choice to have Karai take over the Foot, of course I imagine her kicking ass and taking names with her right-hand woman always by her side.

A charity dinner was being hosted that night. That was the front, a good-natured night of entertainment and fine food among the rich and wealthy of Tokyo. It was also where those playing the game of underground crime could blend in and appear to be ‘the good guys’ in a public enough setting.

Karai wasn’t looking forward to it. Almost three decades since her return home and she still hadn’t developed much of a tolerance for some of the fools. She almost considered leaving her concealed weapons behind to reduce the chance of ending a life right at the table. Three decades becoming one of the most powerful people in Japan, of proving her salt as the leader of the Foot Clan, and still there were those that didn’t think when speaking or dealing with her. Ugh.

“If you keep making that face you’ll get wrinkles.” Shinigami tutted as she helps zip up the back of Karai’s new dress, a deep red formalwear she had picked out for Karai herself.

“Wrinkles are the least of my concerns,” Karai sighed as she checked over her makeup in the mirror one last time. “And I’d just shed them off, you know that.”

“True enough, you baby-skinned reptile.” Shini held out a garter belt, one that holstered Foot-branded kunai. “Still, you need to refrain from pouting if you want to get through tonight.”

Karai hummed as she lifted her dress up to strap her concealed armoury to her thigh. “I’m starting to think I should have put these on first.”

“And risk one catching and ripping that lovely dress?” Shini fake gasped. The woman started to smile coyly as Karai finished and straightened up. “Besides, ripping that dress off is my job tonight.”

Later, dear.” Karai returned the smile, though it was fleeting. There was more to tonight than her putting up with formalities. “Everything going to plan on your side?”

Shini nodded and stepped forward to make a final check of Karai’s appearance. “Foot soldiers have scouted the place to death. We have every point of entry and exit marked, and with Sugimori-san also attending tonight’s dinner there will be little chance of order among his men. The one he left in charge of things in his stead may not be so ready for such leadership.”

Karai caught Shini’s hand as it went to brush something off her shoulder. “You’re sure you want to go ahead with this? Sugimori will have more defences up his sleeve than soldiers lead by an unsteady fill-in.”

Shini smiled again, soft and warm this time, as she gently caressed Karai’s cheek. “You’re still the same old worrywart, senpai. I can handle this next ‘wannabe yakuza’, darling.” She raised a brow as she tucked a stray hair of Karai’s back into place. “It’s you going into dangerous territory tonight. I fear the boredom of social events may be the death of you.”

Karai moved closer to share a soft kiss with Shini. “I might have to agree with you on that one.” Crippling another crime lord’s resources side by side with her wife would have been time better spent than putting up with a formal occasion just to give a vague warning to those who might consider opposing her.


Note: It’s a hot summer’s day at the Avengers Tower and Tony refuses to turn the air conditioning on. But Loki might just have a better alternative.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by camille-angelique

“Tony, I’m melting,” you whined as you lied yourself face down on the wooden floor of Tony’s living room.

“Melt somewhere else. Get off my floor.”


He sighed, “Y/N, get up, you’ll get your sweat all on the wood.”

“Good,” you huffed, rolling around across the wooden floorboards. The heat had made you feel particularly childish.

Tony rolled his eyes, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Your body heat is killing me! Put me down!” You exclaimed.

You landed with a soft thud on the sofa and you sighed. At least the leather was cold.

“Now stay there, and don’t move.”

“Why can’t you just turn the air conditioning on? You’re rich enough to keep the damn thing running on all the floors for the rest of your life!”

He laughed, “Can’t argue that one, Y/N,” he said, “But I’m not doing it. Air conditioning kills the world’s resources… Besides, you could always wear less.”

You glared at him, “You want me to sweat on everything? Fine,” you huffed, crossing your arms and staring up at the ceiling.

Tony chuckled as he walked away, “Do what you want, Y/N. I’m not going to let you kill the planet, not while I’m still on it.”

You could’ve sworn you were lying on that sofa for hours. Still staying up at the roof because you were too hot to even move, afraid of sweating even more.

“There you are, love,” someone said from behind you, “Stark said you were feeling warm?”

You smiled at the sound his voice. Loki came and sat down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, “You look terrible,” he laughed.

“Thanks,” you said, grimacing at the feeling of your back stick to the leather as you tried to sit up.

“Ugh, I wish I was part Frost Giant,” you said, noting that he was still wearing his usual outfit, “You’re so lucky the heat doesn’t bother you.”

“Yes well, I was thinking the same thing, and I thought I might be able to help you… If you don’t mind,” he held out his hands do you.

Did he mean use his powers? You raised your eyebrow, “I guess not…?”

He smiled, “It won’t hurt, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Oh, good,” you found yourself saying, “I mean, I–”

“It’s fine, Y/N, I understand,” he assured you, “Besides, this will be better than any air conditioner Stark has, I promise.”

He moved his hands closer to you so they almost touching your skin, “… Um… May I…”

“Yes! Yes of course,” you smiled.

Loki inched closer until he kissed your cheek softly. You sighed in contentment as you felt yourself start to feel normal again, you even felt a shiver down your back.

“That’s enough to last until tomorrow morning,” Loki intervened, “And if it’s still hot outside, I can do it again.”

You smiled, “It’s perfect, thank you,” you said as you felt your entire body begin to cool down at last.

“Is that how you always do it then? With your mouth I mean,” you cursed yourself, that hadn’t sounded any better.

He laughed, “Well you won’t find me kissing Stark’s cheek, Y/N, that’s for sure.”

You grinned, saying a thank you to him once more.

“Let me know if you need another kiss– Ah, if you need cooling down again,” he winked as he sauntered off.

You sunk back down onto the sofa, finally feeling relaxed. Just as you were about to close your eyes, you heard a voice speak.

“You better get up and wipe that sweat off my floor, Y/N!”

WicDiv #8

So I decided to reread The Party Issue and now I have some few more thoughts:

- Since Dio’s powers are basically a drug, do they interact with other drugs? Like would alcohol/weed/hard drugs make them better/worse/stronger/weaker?

- I feel like we as a fandom haven’t given enough recognitipn to “this guy can open wormholes and uses them as a gigantic wardrobe” powers, they shall appear again

- Ugh, the stories about Laura’s parents humanize them a lot and make me feel even more stuf about these pointless deaths. Also “like mother, like daughter”.

- Laura hugging Cass is still such a Pure moment

- and so is she dancing with Sakhmet! Let these two girls have fun, they can’t be only about angsty plot!

- I think someone said it already but “the dead don’t talk back” may be a great foreshadowing to Baph’s hologram powers

- Interesting how its Badb saying “be careful”, especially in the light of her recent development

- “Plenty of time to go out when im older” - this line kills me, i wanna protect my small daughter so much

- “They’ll remember being happy for a night. This is not a small thing” - This quote is wonderful and actually nice and gives me hope? This is such a good philosophy, unless it comes at your own expense, dear Dio. And it is such a pre-ascension!Laura thing, i miss my girl so much

- Also this last smile Laura makes. And her freckles. Seize the day, dearie.

Amaranthine (1/6)

Summary: Modern soulmates CS AU.  In which soulmates are rare, and those that have them stop aging at adulthood.  Rarer still – and dangerously conspicuous – are those that have special abilities.  Immortality and powers alike fade when soulmates come in close proximity with their other half.   In which Emma’s touch heals, and Killian’s kills.

Rated: M (for later chapters)

Warnings: Language, mentions of homelessness

Words: ~6300

Notes: This was just a little idea, but it grew into a bit of a monster.  It’s already completely finished, so I’ll be posting one part every day for the next five days.  My eternal gratitude and devotion to @seastarved for reading through my drafts, listening to me complain, and for that edit up there.  Endless love and hugs to @is-that-what-it-is and @high-seas-swan for reading through the final draft.

Also on ff and ao3

“Fifty years.”

Emma Swan recites this to herself – a macabre mantra, if she says so herself – as she stalks along the familiar, and well-worn wooded path, the faint light of evening drifting through what leaves remain on the ancient trees around her.

“I am fifty years old.”

Over and over again, tapping a disjointed rhythm against her thigh as she walks.  It’s late October in southwestern Ohio, and so she’s swimming in four layers, ready to shed them at the drop of a hat, should a warm breeze turn in from the southwest.  She works up a bit of a sweat, climbing a hill here, leaping a muddy stream there, and is seriously contemplating shucking her jacket and tossing it over the nearest bare tree limb when she makes a sharp turn…

She’d almost, almost, forgotten how beautiful this meadow was. Hidden by a jagged line of stark-white, ancient sycamores, it opens down a slope to an expansive patch of diaphanous, damn near sparkling grass.  It billows in the light breeze, peppered by the remains of what, during the spring, had been tulips of every curious color and shape.

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