they can all be laughing at him

anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve liking Bucky a lot and every time Bucky touches him, he'd get all blushy and flustered because Steve has been thinking about Bucky touching him in 'other way.'

It starts as far back and he can remember.

Steve’s always had long artists’ fingers- delicate, almost. There’s never been anything wrong with his hands. Well, the look of them. They used to hurt something terrible when it rained back when he was small. They were big, even then. Bucky used to tell him, “Your hands are the biggest thing on you, ‘cept for that nose of yours.” Then he’d reach out one of his fingers and poke at Steve’s nose. They’d laugh and Steve would make a face at Bucky to cover up that all he wanted to do was start gushing about Bucky’s hands right back at him.

Bucky’s hands were always so different from Steve’s. The skin on them was a little darker. They were strong in ways that Steve’s could never be. They were calloused from days and days of hard work where Steve’s weren’t. Later on, they were calloused from holding a rifle, keeping it steady. Bucky’s hands fascinated Steve. Steve thought it was an artistic obsession for a while, then maybe he thought it was jealousy. It took him longer than he’d like to admit for him to realize what it really was.

Steve wanted Bucky to touch him. Everywhere.

One of Bucky’s hands is metal now, and that hand is just as beautiful as the left hand that Steve was previously acquainted with. Steve watches Bucky stir sugar into his coffee with it, watches as the joints in it click and whir. He has to swallow hard. He likes Bucky’s left hand, alright.

“Hey, pal,” Bucky greets him. He slaps his right hand onto Steve’s shoulder and uses it to brace himself so he can lean over Steve to read the newspaper. “What did the Mets do yesterday?”

Steve stumbles over his words, feeling his cheeks heat up at the firm pressure of Bucky’s hand on him. He clears his throat. “Lost.”

Bucky clicks his tongue. “Shame.” Then he removes his hand and Steve can breathe again.

He doesn’t mean for his obsession with Bucky’s hands to take over, but he can’t help that it does.

Bucky’s obviously annoyed. They’re in a meeting at the Avengers Compound and he’s rapping his metal fingers loudly on the table, each one of them rolling down to tap the wood in time. Steve’s staring. Steve’s cheeks are so, so red. Steve needs to stop staring. The fingers stop suddenly and Steve looks up to their owner. Bucky’s giving him a curious look with an eyebrow raised. Steve shrugs, but his cheeks don’t regain their normal color for what feels like an hour.

Bucky follows Steve into the elevator as he always does so they can head back home. He faces Steve as the doors close, giving him a hard look.

“What?” Steve questions, feeling his cheeks heat up again. Oh, God, enough with the blushing.

Bucky doesn’t answer, just slams on the emergency stop button with his left hand. Before Steve can ask what he’s doing, he’s crowding Steve up into the corner of the elevator. He places his metal hand hard onto Steve’s chest and lets his right one slowly climb up from Steve’s shoulder to the side of his neck. “Is it the metal one that does it for you?”

Steve shakes his head, “uh, both of them.”

Bucky narrows his eyes, but they’re sparkling, amused. “Is that why you used to draw my hands all the time?”

“You remember that?”

“Of course I do, it was weird.” Bucky slides his metal hand up to join the right one and cup Steve’s face. “But it’s okay, I like weird.”

“Good,” Steve says, still blushing, practically shivering at the feel of Bucky’s hands on him. Bucky closes the distance between them and kisses him.

Over the intercom, FRIDAY asks if they need assistance. Bucky breaks them apart and says, “Give me a minute. I got somethin’ to do that I should have done a long time ago.”

Imagine if something bad happened to David. Like REALLY bad.

David is dying. Max is refusing to give up on him. Neil and Nikki have to drag him away from David’s corpse.

Tears are leaking from Max. Gwen ushers the kids away, they all have glossy eyes.

Then as Max sobs he begins to sing, his voice croaky and cracking.

There’s a place I know that’s tucked away…

A place where you and I can stay.

Where we can go to laugh and play.

And have adventures everyday.

I know it’s sounds hard to believe, but guys and gals it’s true.

Camp Campbell is the place for me and you.

anonymous asked:

Zen's reaction to an MC who is really clingy and contantly needs attention and physical contact? 😙

oh so you mean me


  • Very happy to provide for his prince/princess
  • Feels really guilty when he has to leave you to go to rehearsals
  • You both understand it’s his job but THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN’T CRAVE ATTENTION
  • Sometimes he even has to fly out for rehearsals and it’s so difficult
  • In public, at home, ANYWHERE
  • he always makes sure to give you all the loves and all the touchies and all the kisses that you NEED
  • He honestly gets clingy too but he might not always admit it….
  • because…
  • he’s a man, y’know, much manly, gotta be strong and cool
  • PFFFF clingy whaaattt he doesn’t even…whaaaat..
  • one time he mentioned to a coworker that you just miss him a lot and that he can’t wait to be home and his costar responded with a “joke” that was:
  • “Why don’t I just give him/her the attention right” *laugh like it’s funny but Zen is not amused*
  • Sits in the bathroom while you shower just so you two can still talk
  • Sometimes he’ll reach in there without looking and wave his hand around while he waits for you to hold it
  • It is 
  • so cute

I have no idea how this is gonna go, but I would do anything for @prompt-master so here we go!

Jeremy’s quick and flexible, but he slips up while he’s gearing up to swing toward an opposite building to put some space between he and SQUIP. The rooftop beneath him is slick from the persistent downpour, and his foot slides out from underneath him just as he’s about to leap off the side of the building. He hits the ground hard and let’s out a low groan as he pushes himself up on his elbows.

“Clumsy for a supposed superhero.”

Jeremy breathes out a shaky laugh. “Minor setback,” he grumbles, but before he can get to his feet, SQUIP is pinning him back to the ground with pointy knees against his legs.

“I wasn’t aware you were into all this,” Jeremy says, voice teasing as he motions with his head to the compromising position the two are in. “I mean, I’m not really into villains, but-”

Whatever snarky comment to follow is lost by a sharp blade slicing across his stomach. He gasps, a pained breath shooting up his throat, as his entire body tenses against the blade.

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anonymous asked:

in the Island orgy fic- about how Clark and Hal get along after Hal recovers, I can see a lot of them trying super hard to be cool with each other with Clark totally sincere but still struggling to understand 'why Hal?' and Hal still wary of Clark and more than half sure in Clark's perfect world he and Bruce and Diana would be a happy threesome (Hal might be wrong, but that's what I see him believing)

That is a very, VERY good point. I think it is a long time before Hal’s wariness goes away, and before he trusts that there is not a secret part of Clark that loathes and resents him, and is waiting to pounce. It’s not unlike a domestic violence narrative, in which Clark thinks they are fine, and they are fine, but Hal is still wary at the cellular level in a way he can’t undo. I can see a particularly awkward moment when they are all having a jovial evening together, and laughing, and Clark reaches over to give Hal a hearty backslap, and BOOM, that green shielding is around Hal in a fucking blink, before he’s aware of it. And Bruce just closes his eyes, because fuck. Fuck. And of course Hal erases the shielding in an instant, and laughs and continues the conversation and papers over the moment quickly. But it’s there, and Clark saw it, and Hal knows that Clark saw it. I think maybe it takes a situation where Clark puts his life on the line to save Hal’s, before that wariness is done away with. I can see Clark making a tactically foolish decision in order to save Hal, and I can see it taking that before Hal trusts him with his life again.

*laughs quietly* that feeling when you and Dad talk and you tell him once again that you’re bisexual and he brushes it off saying that you can’t know your sexuality if you’ve never had sex before……

anonymous asked:

a concept: all the best endgame options attend this wedding -- malec, lukemaryse, sizzy, dot/catarina -- and clary's that one lonely girl at the bar without a date, sipping her vodka and tonic during the wedding party, watching the others living their lives on the dancefloor

Anonymous said: izzy and maia better become friends so i can make izzy be in maia’s bridal courts! in this au gretel is alive and she’s on it too

Anonymous said: madzie would probably step on jaces toes as she’s throwing the flowers and give maia her biggest smile. meliorn is trying his hardest not to laugh(which isn’t very hard)

Anonyous said: alec’s best man speech starting out like: I have no idea how the heck jace got maia to marry him bc I first met maia when when jace got her arrested.


anonymous asked:

I think requests are open? Can I request something where Akashi spends time alone with his baby and it's just cute and fluffy and stuff

aww !!!!

“Peek-a-boo!!” Akashi spoke as he removed his hands that were covering his face.

He smiled widely as he watched his baby laughed and clapped at him. In all honesty, Akashi didn’t understand why this entertained his child so much. However, he didn’t mind this since all he wanted was to spend time with his baby and make his baby happy.

“Peek-a-boo!” Akashi said for the millionth time to his baby, still getting the same adorable reaction. Getting rather tired from repeating this game, Akashi decided to change things up. He grabbed a hand puppet from the toy box and began putting on a show for his baby. Being a dad has really turned him into an inprov master. He created dozens of mini shows, using all of his baby’s favorite toys. Just like peek-a-boo, his baby loved it all.

After a while of more games, bottles, and diaper changes, it was nap time. Akashi picked up his baby and sat down in a rocking chair. He held his baby close to him as he rocked back and forth, singing softly. He sung a sweet tune his mother once sung to him when he was small. He was very pleased to see his baby enjoyed the song as much as he had.

These actions made staying awake impossible, especially for his baby. Akashi smiled as he looked at his sleeping child in his arms. Joy and love rushed all throughout his body as he leaned down to place a kiss on his baby’s head.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you more than anything.”
What He Wants

Sam smiled and nodded. He didn’t mean to, but he was beginning to like Gabriel. “See you later, Gabe. You coming back for dinner?”

“Cas says you can’t live on candy, weed and vagina. I’m trying a two week experiment to prove him wrong. So no. I’ll eat out.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Sam’s disgusted expression.


So someone asked me what lines I wrote in a fanfic that still make ME laugh. I thought that was a great question, and I want to pose it to all the writers out there.

These are lines from my Sastiel series “Too Much and Not Enough” and if I ever get to meet Richard Speight, Jr, I want to ask him to say those lines as Gabriel. Because I totally think he would.


Tagging @rodiniaorzetalthepenquin and @rosworms and @themegalosaurus and @casquecest and @ everyone else who writes or creates fan art. Post a link to your work and lines that make YOU laugh when you go back to reread them, or artwork that still makes you laugh looking back at it. Then tag an author or artist you like.

anonymous asked:

Did you see all the clips of Tyler at his friend's Jesse's wedding. the boy so can't dance but it's so nice to see him so happy. and the suit 🔥🔥

wedding season is upon us and I couldn’t be more thankful for it, wild boy tyler has returned. It’s fun to see him like that, dancing, laughing, shouting cause a lot of the time that’s how he is at practice/games. It’s good to see him comfortable and being himself

art-rest-tea  asked:

My bias is Jin. When I first found BTS I liked their music of course, but then I looked into each of their personalities. I love them all to no end, but Jin...Jin is special. He makes my heart flutter, and jump like a 3 year old who drank to much red Kool-Aid. There is no way to properly express my feelings toward him. His voice makes me feel loved, his joke and laugh make me feel happy, everything about his is perfection. I can't possibly show my love to him. He just means do much to me...

That is so sweet!! And Jin is seriously underrated, but those who chose him as their bias are the luckiest and sweetest/kindest people I know~

Admin Moon

OMG I’m not currently in a place where I can afford to support the Rover Red Patreon but I hope to get there so I can listen to the Project Nightlight backlog. All I know about Slade is what I piece together from the leaked transmissions + memes and in my head he’s still this awful guy trying to kill Leah until his priorities moved to a different direction, but he still got her classified as Rover Red and she’s been suffering ever since.
Guess who has to suppress jumping for joy when today’s transmission reveled someone got him labelled Rover Red FOREVER
Maybe if I knew more about him I would be upset but as an outsider who cares about Leah deeply I can’t stop laughing at him

anonymous asked:

The dickhead was looking at Erica's boobs. That's how in love he is with Lauren 😂😂 I can only laugh, L stan commenting "boyfriend goals" and shit. The dude spent the whole weekend going to strip clubs, having all kind of hoes all over him. And this is what L Stans think is a boyfriend goal... Please.

…keep it respectful guys…no need to call the man out his name …same rules that applied to Laucy apply Tyren…keep it respectful.

Like hell the red lion is gonna let keith go so easily

bonus: black paladin, out. *throws double peace signs*


I never liked the idea of Will’s dad being a jerk, (like he is in ALL fics) I always thought he was just a guy that didn’t know how to express his love for his son in more open ways, after all Will never talked in a bad way about him, and even some of the things he loves are things his dad taught him.

I ended up joking over twitter that his dad was Ron bc they share many hobbies and the way they live, and well a joke led up to this…(Hannigram are still on the run tho  but Ron doesn’t watch tv and lives in the middle of nowhere so he doesn’t know/care his son-in-law is a serial killer) 

Hannibal will never let Will live down that his dad accepted him officially, Will regrets it so much

Bonus (how do you know what human meat tastes like wtf?!?!)

So imagine after the war, Draco’s friends are thinking okay, Draco was only obsessed with Harry Potter because they were arch enemies but everything will go back to normal now. And then eighth year starts and nothing changes?

Draco is still staring at Harry Potter over the other side of the Great Hall, at breakfast, at lunch and at dinner. He still talks about how the great Harry Potter gets this or the boy who lived gets that. And the Slytherin are like ??? Why are you still obsessed with Harry? And Draco’s like ??? I’m not. We’re enemies remember? And his friends have to tell him no not anymore. You’re on the same side.

So Draco’s very confused for a while, not sure how he should be acting. And then he realises, even though he no longer hates Potter’s guts, he still wants to stare at him every meal. He still wants to find excuses to talk about him to his friends. He still wants to make snarky comments to Potter every class…but only because it’s the only time he gets to talk to him.

Despite all the warnings, it still hits Draco way too abruptly when he realises he’s in love with Harry Potter. He’s in the middle of a potions double when his eyes, completely of their own accord, latch on to Potter turning his head and laughing at something the Weasel said. Draco stares and stares as the realisation washes over him. He keeps staring even long after Potter has turned his head back to the front of the class and all he can see is shaggy brown hair.

Pansy works it out first. Even before Draco’s potions epiphany. Although for once she understands the importance of keeping her mouth shut. So when Draco comes to her with his revelation, she is not at all surprised. And she is here to help. She convinces Draco to cool it with the snarky comments and work up the courage to actually talk to Potter.

And so - with plenty of encouragement - Draco does. At first it’s just small things like asking Potter for a spare quill in class, or saying excuse me politely as they pass rather than pushing into Potter. And then one day Draco works up the courage to say good morning to Potter when he runs into him in the Great Hall during breakfast. And Potter says good morning right back, albeit with a puzzled expression on his face.

Soon, Potter no longer looks puzzled. When Draco greets him, he returns the sentiment with a smile, that seems to grow with each day. It’s that smile which gives Draco the push he needs to approach Potter in the library one night and ask if he might like to share his table. An enthusiastic yes from Potter lights a small spark of hope in Draco’s pining heart.

Studying together becomes a habit most nights. It starts off silently, Draco happy to share his space with Potter but too nervous to think of anything further to say past a simple greeting. Thankfully one day it’s Potter who starts the first conversation. It’s one of those awkward small talk type conversations about the weather but it leads in to an animated discussion of Quidditch that keeps them talking well into the night, ignoring several reprimands from Madam Prince for being too loud in the library.

And so Draco and Harry - he’s no longer Potter - become friends. And Draco’s happy. Happier than he’s been in a long time. And his friends know. Not just Pansy. All the Slytherins. It’s obvious. Because despite spending most of his free time hanging out with Harry Potter, and professing to have no remaining hate for him at all, Draco still stares at him across the Great Hall, at breakfast, at lunch and at dinner.

And so Slytherins, being Slytherins, begin planning, with Pansy at the lead of course. They already know how Draco feels, they only need to get Harry Potter to realise his own feelings too, which they suspect match Draco’s. Because he might have his head down in the Great Hall but they’ve seen Harry stare at Draco during Quidditch games for far longer than strictly necessary.

And so they do something that Draco would completely disapprove of, solely for Draco’s own good. When they know Harry will be walking by the Quidditch lockers after a Gryffindor practice, they plant two of their own at a nearby bench and have them talking far louder than normal conversation requires.

“It’s really rather embarrassing. Draco’s been pining for ages. I’ve never seen anyone who had it so bad.”

“But who do you mean? I’ve only seen him hanging out with Potter.”

“Exactly. Potter. It’s tragic isn’t it? He’s in love with the boy who lived. He should probably queue up like all the other groupies just to get his autograph.”

While the two younger Slytherins continue their staged and poorly acted performance, (Pansy will have words with them later) Pansy, safely hidden with a disillusionment charm, watches Potter’s reaction closely and is not displeased. At the sound of Draco’s name, Potter stops immediately to eavesdrop which is telling in itself. When his own name comes into play, a blush creeps slowly up his face. And when Draco’s love for him is revealed, an involuntary smile appears on Harry’s face very very quickly. Pansy knows now they only have to wait.

Sure enough, at dinner that night, Harry Potter makes his move. Always one for dramatics, he walks right up to the Slytherin table and plants a short but deliberate kiss square on Draco’s face before Pansy even has time to let out a wolf whistle.

Draco sits there, mouth agape, pale face not so pale for once, until another Slytherin gives him a nudge on the shoulder. He looks up and blinks at Harry Potter who is smiling down at him. Once more Harry’s smile brings him courage. He stands up to meet Harry, conscious of every eye in the Great Hall on him, and kisses Harry Potter right back.

And it’s the Slytherins who lead the cheers that erupt across the Great Hall. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. At last.

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I smiled as he finally reached the low front gate where Cassian waited, apparently using the momentary delay to stretch out his wings, to the delight of the half-dozen children now gawking at them.