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Kong: Skull Island
  • Kong: Welcome to Skull Island! My name's King Kong. What's yours?
  • Tom Hiddleston: Tom.
  • Kong: So what are ya, some kind of action hero?
  • Tom Hiddleston: I'm an explorer.
  • Kong: That's cool.
  • Tom Hiddleston: I guess.
  • Kong: You don't say much, do ya? Who's your friend?
  • Tom Hiddleston: This is Brie.
  • Kong: OMG! Is that Brie Larson? Girl, I loved you in Room!
  • Brie Larson: Oh, um, thank you.
  • Kong: You know, people are always so surprised when I say I loved that movie. It's like they've never met a giant ape with good taste in movies before or something. I tell ya, girl: Just because I'm a big hairy monster doesn't mean I don't appreciate emotionally riveting drama. I bawled my eyes out while watching you in that movie. You totally deserved the Oscar.
  • Brie Larson: Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
  • Kong: Liked it? Girl, I loved it! Would ya mind signing this copy on Blu Ray for me?
  • Brie Larson: Sure.
  • Kong: Oh gee thanks! Hey, do you guys like mojitos? I make a killer mojito.
  • Samuel L. Jackson: I like mojitos.
  • Kong: Get out of here! Sam Jackson, you're here too?
  • Samuel L. Jackson: You'd better believe it, Kong!
  • Kong: It just keeps getting better and better. Did you guys know I'm already friends with John C. Reilly?
  • Brie Larson: I didn't know that.
  • Kong: Well it's true, and he and I are having a big blow out later tonight at my place. There will be music, dancing, and plenty of mojitos. You all are more than welcome to come.
  • Samuel L. Jackson: Count me in!
  • John Goodman: Me too!
  • Kong: Whoa! John Goodman, of "Rosanne" fame? I feel like I've died and gone to frickin' celeb heaven over here!
  • Tom Hiddleston: Hey, how come you know who they all are, but you didn't recognize me? I'm famous too.
  • Kong: Oh, I recognized you, Tom Hiddleston. I just didn't want to acknowledge you because I don't care for how you broke poor Taylor Swift's heart.
  • Tom Hiddleston: She broke up with me, actually.
  • Kong: And I'm sure she had a very good reason for doing so.
  • Tom Hiddleston: Can we not talk about this anymore?
  • Kong: Sure, let's drop it... Well, I've gotta run, gang. Got a big party to prepare for, ya know. See you all tonight!
  • Brie Larson: Do you need me to bring anything?
  • Kong: Oh Brie, you're such a sweetheart for asking that, but all you need to bring is that beautiful face of yours. I've got plenty of snacks and drinks to go around.
  • Brie Larson: Okay. See you later.
  • Kong: This is going to be the best party ever!
  • -Joe
Crush Imagine (request) #38

Hey, love your crush imagines even though they will never happen to me, but I have a request. It’s really cheesy, but have y/n tell y/c she likes him, then have him not say anything, then, she leaves. But when she’s at home alone, he comes and is soaked in rain, and tells her he likes her too. I know it’s really cheesy, so you don’t have to do it, but thanks in advance!


“Should I tell him?” I asked y/f.  I’d been debating, whether or not to tell y/c about my feelings. 

“What’s the worst that could happen? He doesn’t like you back” y/f gave me a look. 

“But what if it ruins our friendship” I weighed the pros and cons. 

“If it ruins your friendship, then girl, he’s a total dick and you shouldn’t want him as a friend. I see it as a win win situation” y/f urged. “Look, are you going to the game tonight?” y/f asked.

“I don’t know. Y/C told me to go, but I have homework” I admitted. 

“Homework? That’s the lamest excuse, and besides, it’s Friday. You have the rest of the weekend for homework. Look, think about it, I’ll save you a seat there. Besides, you can tell him after the game” y/f wiggled her eyebrows. I laughed and hit her arm, walking to my next class. 


“So, are you coming?” y/c asked. I bit my lip as I pressed my phone against my ear. 

“I don’t know yet, I’ve head you guys are pretty bad” I teased. 

“Oh yeah, that would explain why we’re undefeated, we must suck. I mean me especially, I mean who knows why I start, I’m so bad” y/c sarcastically said. 

“I don’t know, I’ll see” I put on my shoes. 

“Alright, well, for what it’s worth, I’d really like to see you here” y/c said. 

“Well see y/c, we’ll see. I have to go, good luck!” I grabbed my keys and headed to my car. 

“Thanks, see ya” he hung up. I sighed and unlocked my car, started the engine, and drove to school. I was a little early, the game didn’t start for another 15 minutes, but our school tailgated everything, and the tailgate was in full swing. 

“Hey, you made it!” y/f squealed, grabbing my arm and dragging me over to one of the guys pickup trucks where a cooler of beer was. 

“What is it?” I asked. Due to a number of suspensions, we’d started pouring alcohol into water bottles, gatorade bottles, you name it and we used it as a disguise. 

“That my friend is vodka” y/g/f said, taking a sip of his drink. I shrugged and took a sip, feeling a little courageous. 

“5 minutes!” someone shouted, and suddenly everyone started packing up. Y/f and I headed to the school gym, where the boys basketball game was. Y/F and I climbed up the bleachers, getting a good seat and turned around, cheering with everyone else. They were going for another title, which was why all the basketball games were so crowded. I saw y/c warming up, dunking the basketball and damn did he look fine. Y/C looked over at the bleachers and caught my eye, waving to me. I smiled and waved back, feeling my heart flutter. 


“The score is 41-41, could this be any more of a tight game? With only 2 seconds to go (y/c/last name) dribbles to the half court and takes the shot, and makes it!” the commentator shouted, as the buzzer went off and we all jumped up, cheering and shouting as the basketball team all hugged each other. I ran down the bleachers and jumped into y/c, hugging him tightly. 

“Congratulations” I grinned. Y/c chuckled and rubbed my back, slowly letting go off me. 

“There’s a party, since you know, we won. It’d be nice if you came” y/c scratched his neck. 

“I’ll be there, just text me the address” I grinned. He nodded and was lifted up by everyone, chanting his name. I laughed and left the gym, imagining different ways to tell him I like him. Eventually y/c texted me the address for the party, and by the time I’d gotten there, I still couldn’t figure out how to tell him. Music was blasting but the time I reached the party, and people were making their way inside. I parked my car and went in, looking for y/c. 

“Y/N! Hey” y/c waved. “Do you want something to drink?” he asked. 

“Jack Daniels” I shouted, noticing a bottle of Jack Daniels out. He nodded and poured me a cup before getting up and walking over to me. 

“Come on, I think there’s a hammock around here” y/c led me outside, and indeed there was a hammock. “Hold on I’ll grab a blanket, it’s a little chilly” he set down our drinks and quickly ran back in. Y/C came back out with two blankets. He spread one across the hammock and we sat down, and then he spread the other one over us. He reached over and handed me my drink, and took a sip of his. 

“So that was quite a game” I took a sip. 

“They were good, but we were better” he winked. I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder. 

“I have to tell you something” I set down my cup, remembering I would have to drive home, and even though it wasn’t far, I would rather be a little buzzed than black our drunk while driving. 

“Alright, what’s up?” he put down his drink. 

“I just, I don’t want this to change things with us.You know? I like us, how we are” I rambled. 

“Y/n, what are you trying to say” y/c chuckled. 

“Right, god I’m so scared to say this but I’m just going to say it,” I turned and looked at him, “I like you. Not like oh hey we’re friends, I like you like you.” Y/C sat silently. “Y/C say something please” I bit my lip, was this a mistake? Y/C stayed silent. “Okay” I nodded and got up, quickly leaving the party, feeling tears forming. I got into my car and looked at the clock. 8PM. Who the hell leaves a party at 8PM? I shook my head and drove home, ran up to my room and shut the door, crying. A crack of thunder came from outside, shaking the house. 

“Oh great” I muttered, of course, rain, what could make this night worse? After about 20 minutes of crying, I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face.  Once I had dried my face and put on my moisturizer, I heard the doorbell ring. I crinkled my eyebrows and headed downstairs to open the door. I opened the door and there stood y/c, soaking wet head to toe. 

“Y/C what are you-” I was cut off by Y/C grabbing my waist and kissing me passionately. I felt every nerve in my lips tingle as I kissed back and ran my hands through y/c’s soaked hair. The water from his hair dripped onto me, not that it really mattered. We pulled away and I touched my lips, unsure that what just happened, had really happened or I was hallucinating. 

“You left before I could say anything. I like you too. A lot actually” he placed a hand on my cheek and traced my jaw with his thumb. “I know I should have said something, but I was so shocked” he muttered, kissing me again. I placed a hand on this chest and kissed him back. “You and me, we’re going to be good together, just you wait and see” he pecked my lips. “I’ll see you later…girlfriend” he smirked, and walked away, probably back to the party. 

Kitten pt 18. Final.

You and Joker get in the shower together, he seems a little irritated but you brush it off. You wash your hair under the streaming hot water as Joker stares at you. Once you’re both clean you exit the shower first and grab a towel, wrapping it around yourself you grab Jokers towel and toss it to him. He hasn’t said a word to you since the incident downstairs. You can tell he’s mad and you don’t want to piss him off even more so you leave the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bed.

You run your fingers through your wet hair and get up, you walk to your closet and try to figure out what to wear. You grab a cute (F/C) knee length dress with a lace trim, black lace panties, a matching bra, (F/C) open toe stilettos, and a simple silver necklace with your birthstone in a heart. You start to get dressed as you ponder where the two of you are going, probably the club. You turn around and see Joker standing with his back against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s wearing black dress pants with matching black shoes and a deep crimson button down shirt that’s halfway undone.

He watches you carefully, a lustful look in his eyes. “You know kitten, maybe we should skip dinner.” He laughs.

“No, I want to get out of the house. We’re going. Plus I haven’t been to the club in a while.” You adjust your dress and smooth it out.

“Oh, we’re not going to the club doll. I’ve made other plans.” He says, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

“Oh? Okay.” You shrug it off, curious as to what he has planned. He stands in the doorway and gestures for you to come. You pass him and head down the stairs towards the front door.  He comes up beside you and places a hand on your waist as the two of you exit the mansion. He leads you to his purple chrome Lamborghini, he opens the door for you and bows dramatically; you chuckle a bit and get in the car. He closes the door and walks to the driver’s door and get in. The car roars to life and he peels out of the driveway, he turns the opposite direction of town and you tilt your head curiously.

He drives a ways outside of town and you begin to realize where he’s headed.

“oh no, please tell me you’re joking..” you laugh nervously.

“Oh kitten, I joke about a lot of things but this isn’t one of them,” he laughs and speeds up, nearing your destination.

He pulls into the Wayne manor driveway and parks his Lamborghini a little too close to Bruce’s Mercedes. You and Joker get out of the car, he walks over to your side and before you can open your mouth to protest Alfred opens the front door of the large home and beacons you two to come inside. Joker grabs your hand and pulls you inside. You sigh in defeat and greet Alfred with a warm hug.

“Hey Al, I’ve missed you. Have you been well?” you smile at the old butler you’ve loved as family since you were a child.

“Oh miss (y/n) I’ve been alright. I’m glad to see you, I trust you’ve been treated well?” he glares at Joker who returns the glare.

“Yes, he’s taking care of me. Where’s Dad?” you ask.

“Master Bruce is in his study and will be down shortly. I’ve informed him of your arrival. Please come to the dining hall.” He bows politely and you walk towards the dining room. Joker follows you and looks around at all of the artwork hanging from the walls.

You take your normal seat at the table next to Bruce’s seat. Joker sits at the other end of the table across from Bruce’s spot. Your father walks into the room and you stand, you run to him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Daddy I missed you!” you smile and hug him tightly. Joker rolls his eyes and lets out a low growl.

“So Batsy, nice place ya got here. What for dinner big man?” he laughs and Bruce cuts a sharp glare to the clown.

“You’ll just have to wait and find out.” He answers coldly. Bruce squeezes you tightly in a loving embrace before he releases you to sit down. You sit next to him and smile. Alfred strolls into the room pushing a cart with tonight’s dinner on it. He serves everyone and makes his way to the corner of the room.

You smile, looking down at the plate of spaghetti in front of you. Alfred and Bruce know it’s your favorite so of course they’d make it.

“So, Joker. I trust you’ve been taking good care of my daughter? Because if not I’m kicking your ass and dragging you to Arkham. “ Bruce threatens.

“Oh batsy boy don’t worry. I’ve been taking care of her in every way. And I mean Every Way.” He laughs. Bruce begins to stand but you grab his arm. You glare at Joker and try to kick his leg under the table but hit the table leg instead. You bite your lip to keep from yelping and Joker laughs hysterically.

“Joker please, we’re trying to have a nice dinner.” You say softly.

You all sit in silence for a few minutes, you nibble on your food and watch as Joker just pokes at his with a fork. You clear your throat, “Um daddy can you please pass the salt?” you ask. You mentally kick yourself for what you just said as both Bruce and Joker reach for the salt. Bruce’s eyes fill with rage and Joker has a sadistic smile crossing his face.

“Fuck.” You mutter aloud, you reach between them and grab the salt from them. “Thanks,” you say and sit back down in your chair. Joker and Bruce glare at each other as you watch them you imagine different ways to loosen the tension. You come up with nothing sigh. You stand and excuse yourself from the table. “I’ll be right back, I need to use the restroom. Please don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”

“No promises.” They say in unison.

You make your way up the stairs to the restroom and lock the door behind you; you lean against it and slide down until you’re sitting on the floor. “Ugh,” you groan, conflicted and irritated. You think about what you’re going to do. On one hand you’re happy with Joker even if he is an ass sometimes but on the other hand you miss living here in Wayne manor with your father and Alfred, you never get to see your friends and every time Joker and Bruce see each other they’re always at each others throats.

Your train of thoughts is interrupted by a knock on the door. “Miss (Y/N), are you alright?” Alfred asks from the other side of the door.

“Oh, yeah. I’ll be back down in a moment,” you respond. You stand and straighten your clothes. You’ve made up your mind. You exit the bathroom and head down stairs to rejoin your father and Joker.

When you enter the room you sigh when you see Joker holding his shoulder, which has a batarang in it, with one hand and a gun pointed at your dad in the other.

“Okay you two enough, I’m tired of the fighting. I’ve made up my mind about what I’m going to do, no matter what I don’t want either one of you two to get angry. There will be some stipulations that go along with my decision but, the one I’m going to live with is _______.”

After Party {Draco Malfoy x Reader SMUT}

Summary: Reader is Draco’s fiancé and his parents doesn’t know it yet.

Warning: Contains sexual themes.



The fire burned bright green in the room, giving it a dark glow. The party has finally come to an end which exhausted them. It was supposed to be a simple celebration of his family’s most recent achievement until someone decided to bring in the fire whiskey and that someone, being his father. The two couldn’t say no so they had to finish at least, two bottles each.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on the couch with his fiancé’s head on his lap, her eyes closed in relaxation. He watched the fire burn with an empty glass in hand and a slight headache from all the whiskey he had drank earlier. He looked at her with love in his eyes and observed her from head to toe.
Her (s/c) skin, her crossed legs, her chest that heaved and her (l/c) lips. (Y/n) felt his gaze on her and smiled, her white teeth bare.

“Like what you see, my dear?” She asked lustfully. It was only then Draco noticed how she was dressed before the evening began and now that the party had ended. She was only wearing a dark, silk robe with her lingerie underneath when earlier, she was on a (f/c) formal gown. Draco smirked and licked his bottom lip.

“I would prefer it if you were not dressed at all.” He said, testing if she was up for it. Her eyelashes fluttered open, meeting his silvers. Her smile widened and her fingers soon began to untie the robe, revealing her bra covered breasts. She bit her lip suggestively and moaned so quietly.

“Mm….Draco Malfoy.” She uttered his name, her voice thick with lust.

“ I didn’t know you were so…licentious.”

She looked up at him to see his reaction. His eyes immediately landed on her body. He couldn’t resist her so he placed his empty glass on the table by the couch. Thankfully, it was in his arm’s reach or else it would have ruined his plan.

“Pardon me but you were the one who so boldly removed her ribbon in front of a gentleman.” He teased. His fingers began to twist strands of her hair. She chuckled softly, arousing him.

“My, my. That was very bold of me, indeed. Allow me to make it up to you then.”

She sat up which slightly dismayed the boy since he loved the feeling of having her so relaxed on him. Her hair easily slipped away from his hands. She stood in front of him and turned around, her back facing to him. He felt his boner harden underneath his pants when the cloth began to slowly drip from her shoulders, falling completely on the floor. It remained there insipidly, his eyes now focused on her bare back. He felt constricted yet controlled. She faced him with a smile and sat on his lap.

“Your idea of making it up for me is strange.” He said, his voice almost a whisper. She frowned and pouted her lips slightly.

“What would you have me do then?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. He responded by placing his hands on her waist, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” He said, his smirk never leaving his face.

“Such a tease.”

Before he could even say anything, she pressed her lips against his. He closed his eyes and sank into his lover’s pleasant kiss and began to move against it slowly. He licked her bottom lip and begged for entrance which she did not simply grant. His cold hands traveled from her waist to her bum. He squeezed her roughly, making his princess moan. He took the opportunity to slide in his tongue and rub it against hers. From soft kisses to a heated make out, the two wrestled their tongues for dominance. Once they pulled back, a string of saliva was left between them which she kissed away. Draco chuckled and brushed her hair over her ear.

“Shall we continue?” He asked although he knew what she was going to say. She grinned and bit her lip lightly.

“Let me think about it.” She teased.

“Let me persuade you then.” He did not wait for her response. He kissed her cheek, trailing down to her jaw and neck. He sucked on her neck softly and bit it. She moaned and entwined his thick,blonde strands around her fingers. She pulled him closer to her neck and moaned once more when she felt him lick her sensitive skin.

“Ah, Draco…”

His hands moved up and down on her body, feeling her soft flesh as much as he can. He kissed her collarbone for the last time and gave her a light peck on her lips. She pressed her forehead against his and smiled.

“Bed. You. Me.”

Draco carried her with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck for support. He gently lays her down on the mattress with a dark chuckle and crawled on top of her while removing his belt. He lowered his head to her body and kissed his way up to her lips. He started with her stomach and licked her to her breasts which were still covered. He tugged down the material with his teeth and licked the top of her round globes, avoiding her hard nipples. She whimpered, desperate to feel his tongue. He reached his hands to her back and unclasped her bra. He ripped them off of her which surprised (y/n). He stopped at her neck and placed gentle kisses there. It wasn’t too soon when he found her spot and tenderly kissed it. He slipped his hand on hers and hovered above her, his eyes traveling up and down on her body.

“You’re so beautiful. ”

He whispered. (Y /n) placed her hand on his cheek and kissed his lips, tasting the whiskey that lingered there. He sat up and placed her once more on his lap while reaching his hand to massage her breasts. She gasped and moaned underneath his touch and poured her love through the kiss.
Draco soon pulled back to breathe and switched his attention to her erect nipples. He kissed her breasts softly and began to give them light licks. His hands traveled from her waist to her thighs and hooked his fingers on her underwear, dragging it down slowly to her knees. He kissed her breasts one last time before she laid back down with her beloved man between her legs. He stared at her body with a dark smile on his face and removed her lace panties.

“Draco, my dear.”

She moaned impatiently. It turned him on even more so he gave her what she wanted. He slipped his finger inside her wet sex and rubbed her insides. He licked her clit while his finger moved back and forth. She moaned even louder and grabbed a fistful of his hair. The room was filled with their moans and gasps. He sucked on her womanhood hungrily and slipped another finger inside.

“Baby, you’re so wet…You’re delicious.”

He mumbled. He fingered her harder and would stop and pull them out to taste them in his mouth, only to put them back inside once more. She gasped and moaned even louder than before. She felt her stomach twist and felt her come closer. Their lust for each other grew every second until Draco couldn’t take it anymore. Before she had the chance to release on his proficient fingers, he pulled down his pants and boxers and pushed his entire length inside her.

“Oh, god. Honey…y-you’re so big..”

Draco towered above her once more and waited for her to adjust. As much as he wanted to take her as roughly and wildly as he can, he didn’t want her to get hurt. He pressed his forehead against her and grunted in perforce.

“Go on, dear. Fuck me.”

Once those words came out of her mouth, he began to work inside her and pushed.


He kissed her neck and started slow and hard. She moaned and gripped on to his shoulders tightly, her nails digging on his skin. He pulled himself out and before she could even protest, he pushed back in, even harder. He sped up after a few minutes and pounded her on the bed at a fast pace.


She wrapped her legs around him and clawed his back. He hissed in pain but groaned in pleasure on how she felt so tight and wet around him. He continued pushing his big cock inside her roughly, the bed hitting repeatedly against the wall. His cock slid in and out of her with ease and she would get wetter each time. They felt their release coming closer to the edge. She pushed him back quickly and rode on top of him. She bounced up and down on his cock while he gripped her waist.

“(Y /n)…I’m…cumming…”

He panted. She leaned in and kissed him before releasing herself around him, her juices dripping down on him. She did not stop,however. She continued riding him until he came inside her. She felt him burst inside and threw her head back.


Draco moaned, sweat dripping down from his forehead. She collapsed on top of him and rested her head against his shoulder. He sighed tiredly and shut his eyes.

“That was fun.” He smiled, placing a soft kiss on top of her head. She was too exhausted to answer so she simply hummed and fell asleep. He followed afterwards and drifted off as well.

*Extended Ending*

Lucius Malfoy sat up with a terrible headache. His room was a mess and his wife was asleep beside him. He nudged her until she woke up with an annoyed grunt.

“What?!” She almost yelled, rubbing her eyes. Her head was hurting so bad and the light almost blinded her.

“There was an earthquake last night.” Lucius said. Narcissa looked around the room. Books were all over the floor,the carpet was stained with wine and there were bottles of fire whiskey. Her eyes trailed to the wall and found two cracks on it. It wasn’t big but it was enough to be noticed from afar.

“It was no earthquake.” She sighed, getting off the bed to find some medicine. Lucius looked at her, confused. He tried to think what she meant and thought of endless possibilities, only to stop at one. His face became white and his eyes widened. He jumped off of bed and shouted so early in the morning.


OT3 Prompt

The summer heat and the moisture in the air cast a heavy oppressiveness across the campsite. Large trees provide shade, towering stories above the tent, and providing a slightly cooler pathway down toward the pond. A sits on the bank, feet submerged. The water is stagnant. They curl their toes, feeling the warm mud squish between their toes.

C skips along the path, flip flops smacking, alerting A to their presence. B follows closely behind, a small cooler tucked under their arm, sun glasses sliding down the bridge of their nose due to sweat.

“This used to be more fun…” A comments. Slap. Dead mosquito. A wipes their hand on their shorts.

“It’s tradition!” C exclaims, spinning in a circle on one foot. They lose balance and topple over into B.

“Whoa, careful.” B sets the cooler next to A. A flips the lid open and takes out a drink, passing drinks to B and C as well.

We watch the demon child

Word count: 2298
Pronouns: She/Her
Pairing: Avengers/Wolverine’s daughter!Reader
Warnings: Cursing, One VERY common Star Wars spoiler
Note: This is the longest imagine I’ve ever written!

“Dad, do I really have to stay with them?” The (h/c) haired girl whined. Logan chuckled and ruffled her hair before kissing her forehead.

“Yes. Be good, okay kid? Don’t burn down the building.”

“I make no promises.” She grumbled, giving him a last hug. Logan hoped in the pickup truck that he was so fond of and gave a small wave before driving off. (Y/n) knocked on the metal door, tapping the toe of her (f/c) vans impatiently. Before long, a brown haired man appeared at the door; Tony Stark, one of her guardians for the next week.

“Can I help you?” He peered down.

“I’m (Y/n), Wolverines kid.” Tony snorted and moved back a bit, letting her enter the large Stark tower.

“You’re the mighty Wolverines kid?”

“Yeah, problem?”

“You’re so small! What, you got claws too? Is your hero name kitten?” He laughed.

“No, actually. They call me Voodoo doll (work with me I’m not good at this).” Her hands were itching to send him through the roof, that arrogant jerk.

“Voodoo doll? Why’s that?” With a flick of her wrist, the man was sent flying against the wall. He kneeled to the ground in pain and she walked past him contently.

“That’s why.” She stated simply. Yes, her power was telekinesis. Leaning against the wall for support, he wakes after the girl. She couldn’t get very far, as she didn’t know where she was going, but she would figure out the whole building soon enough. That’s just how she rolled. She handed him a letter from her dad as they walked. “So…where am I crashing while I’m forced to stay here?”

Tony stared at her, she had to be at least fifteen, maybe sixteen, so why was she staying here? He would ask her later.

“Cmon, I’ll show you.” He took her to the elevator, to a currently empty floor. “The whole floors yours, but all meals are served downstairs. Before you do anything, though, let’s set some rules. 1) Do not destroy anything. 2) Do not challenge Pietro to a foot race,”

The girl giggled at this. Like she was stupid enough for that! If she had enough trouble with her Maximoff, then this one must be twice as hard to deal with!

“3) If you upset Bruce, you have to calm him down. And 4) Whatever you do, don’t touch the suits. Got it?”

“Whatever you say, mom.” Tony sighed and stood, leaving the floor swiftly. He ordered JARVIS to keep an eye on her till dinner. (Y/n) set her clothes in drawers, sketch pads on the dresser, and her backpack of summer work at the base of the bed. For nearly an hour she sat listening to music and messing with her powers, not in the mood to do much more than that. Of course, things would be much more fun when she met the other Avengers, but till then, she would have to be bored.

“Miss Howlette, dinner is being served downstairs. Master Tony has requested your presence.” Robots? Cool.

“Kay. Be there in a sec.” She unplugged her headphones and headed to the elevator, where she soon arrived at the dining room. The table was surrounded by many people, so (Y/n) plopped herself between the cutie with the white hair and blue suit and the male Loreal model. Most of them seems to be in their ‘work’ clothes (although she wasn’t really sure what they did besides hate on the X-Men).

“Uh, Tony? You gonna introduce us to your guest?” The guy in the purple suit with the bow and arrows asked.

“She’s a big girl, she can do it herself.” Tony grunted. So that was how he was gonna go about this. Alright, may as well make this interesting!

The girl cleared her throat and stood up. “Hi, I’m (Y/n) Howlette, Wolverines daughter. I can control shit with my mind. Contrary to what I’m sure you are all probably thinking, I have no clue as to who any of you are.” She sat back down, nibbling on a french fry. The team stared in disbelief at her. How could she not know who they were?!

Everyone took turns introducing themselves, helping her to better understand what they did and who not to piss off.

“Question.” Steve stated.

“Answer.” The girl replied.

“Why is Tony babysitting you? You have to be at least fifteen!” The curious soldier asked.

The girl smirked in return. Well, they asked! “Started when I was four, they left me with Kurt and I singed off half his fur on his face. When I was seven, they left me with Scott and came back to part of the mansion burned down. I stole his glasses while he was sleeping. Then at age eleven, they decided to try a girl. They left me with Jean, and we scorched the kitchen making waffles. At twelve, Peter babysat me and I got whiplash, not my fault that time. They left me alone last year, only for three days, but they came back to me with a busted lip and black eye from a fight at school. To be fair, though, that bitch started it. So now you know. If you read the letter I had given you, Stark, you’d know I’m like ‘a puppy on a sugar high’ as Peter puts it.” She finished off, crossing her arms. That couldn’t- but she seemed nice enough! They figured that she couldn’t be that bad and laughed it off.

“Whatever you say, Lady (Y/n).” Thor chortled (I hate that word). The girl huffed and scooted her chair out.

“Fine, don’t believe me. Your mistake.” She called, leaving the room. That night nothing went wrong, but the next day would not be as lucky. The Team came down to (Y/n) munching on a pop tart (which was floating in mid air, no less) with her feet on the table. Nat pushed them off and sat down next to her, sipping her cup of coffee. Pietro ran past, causing (Y/n)s pop tart to fall to the floor in pieces. That was the first mistake. It was a good thing to note that (Y/n) was not, nor had she ever been, a morning person. She motioned with her finger towards a pan, making it float to her. She grabbed the handle and held it in the air, right as Pietro ran past her and face first into the pan. He fell to the floor unconscious. Everyone looked horrified at the girl who continued to text away at her phone. She promptly stood up and left the room, laughing at something or another.

Then, during training, the girl sat nearby watching with a bored look. It just wasn’t as cool when more than half of them didn’t have powers. So she decided to make it a bit more interesting. That is, by messing with Nat. Every once in a while, (Y/n) would throw something in the lady’s direction, then pretend she didn’t do it. She would also make comments, stop the bullets from Nat’s gun with her powers, and move the targets (all of which she pretended she didn’t do.) This went on until Natasha had enough.

“Stop or pay the consequences.” She growled, to which the girl pouted.

“Stop what?” Natasha turned and went to shoot, only to have the target move.

(Y/n) laughed until she was shot through the shoulder. She frowned and pulled the bullet out, the wound closing soon after.

“That was a waste of a bullet.” She commented, only for the red head to groan in annoyance and shoot her twice more. “You really shouldn’t waste bullets on silly old me.” (Y/n) pulled the other two out and dropped them in a trash can, running off to change shirts.

This was just the beginning. Her antics got worse throughout the week. On Tuesday, she made bird puns around Clint all day, and at one point his his bow, only to be chased with an arrow around the tower until JARVIS revealed the weapons location.

Wednesday, she messed with Thor, making comments about his brother and how terrible pop tarts were. This caused her to be placed under Mjolnir. But then, by some great miracle, she heaved it off and handed it back to him! In an attempt at an apology, (Y/n) taught him all about the magic of the grocery store and its isle of different flavored poptarts, which, of course, nearly maxed out one of Tony’s credit cards.

On Thursday, she not only refused to stop calling Steve 'Iced Americano’ but she also told him about the whole 'Luke, I am your father,’ thing, which made him nearly cry, and when Bucky comforted him, all she had to say was, “Aw, look! The star-crossed lovers! Get it?” Which then made Bucky attack her, tearing at anything he could reach.

Was Friday at least a bit better? Nope! She 'accidentally’ erased the chalk board with all the formulas that Bruce had been working on for the past three nights. He had almost found the cure to not hulking out every time he got angry, and she had ruined it! With causes him to turn green around the gills, for a very long time. Not full hulled out, just tinted green. 'Kinda like a Christmas tree’ is how (Y/n) put it.

And Saturday was just horrid. She A) challenged Pietro to a foot race, causing a sonic boom to erupt and America to think that the terrorists were attacking (whoops) and B) painted Tony’s favorite suit a bright green with a big ol’ Ben Franklin head on it (to the best of her painting abilities) 'to match his second love.’ It took three hours of scrubbing to get off, not that she did it. Nuh-uh, she hid in the closest Starbucks like the wuss she was, but at least she was a happy wuss.

Sunday was relief. Tonight, Logan would come to get his daughter and take her home (hopefully forever). They just had to get through this last day… She had pranked just about everyone except Wanda and Vision (cause she thought they were a cute couple and didn’t want to ruin their 'moments’). She couldn’t possibly cause anymore damage, or so they thought. The Avengers sat in the meeting room, listening as Director Fury talked about what they should be prepared for, but no one payed attention to the girl in the (f/c) converses and (s/f/c) baseball shirt at the next table over. In front of her was two pictures; one of Odin and the other of Fury. She stared intently at them until Fury actually bothered to notice.

“What are you doing?” He growled in his usual grouchy tone.

“Trying to spot the similarities.” Oh god, no. She wasn’t- she wouldn’t- “Here’s what I’ve got so far. They both wear eyepatches, they both oversee some sort of team whether it be warriors or heroes, and they’re both major assholes. You got anything else for me?”

“Yeah, they both have a tendency to throw people out of places. Out of my meting room! Now!” She shrugged and left, leaving a furious Fury in her wake. They all sighed, knowing they’d have to deal with him now.

Nobody understood why she loved to do this so much. Was it the influence of her father, or just on her blood? Who knew. The day seemed to drag by, but the girl didn’t pull anymore pranks. She sat quietly in her room, doing who knows what. The Avengers sat on the couch, discussing random things while watching a show in the background. When the doorbell finally rang at 7 o’ clock that evening, everyone gathered at the door. There stood Logan Howlette, in his usual flannel, jacket, and jeans. His pickup truck stood out against the dark alleyways.

“Thank god!” Tony cried dramatically.

“You’ve come to take the demon child!” Clint praised. Logan raised an eyebrow at the men’s odd behavior.

“She didn’t burn anything down, right?” He asked curiously, wanting to know just what they meant. They all shook their heads, but before anyone could speak, the girl in question came bounding out of the elevator, bags in hand. She dropped them as she threw herself at Logan in a hug.

“Dad! How was the mission? Did you kill anyone? Man, that was be so wicked if you did!” She grinned widely. Logan grabbed her bags, slinging them over his shoulder easily.

“Yes, I did kill someone. I try not to, but I did. Thanks again for watching her, Stark.”

“I’d say anytime, but that’d be a lie. Adios. Bob voyage. Goodbye!” He called, shoving them out the door. When the two were settled in the car, (Y/n) turned to her father.

“Hey dad, I’m not- I’m not actually a demon child, r-right?” She crinkled her nose at the thought. Sure, she had behaved pretty bad this week, but it’s only because she wanted attention. She wouldn’t have gotten it from them if she hadn’t done it, and she knew that for a fact!

Logan chuckled and grabbed her hand. “No bub, Stark and his friends are just idiots.” The girl hummed in response. “So what’d you do that made them so desperate?”

“It’s a long story, but I guess we have time, so…I’ll just start from the beginning!” And off she went, recounting her tales from this week, earning the occasional laugh or 'nice one’ from her father. No matter how misunderstood she was to other people, she knew her dad would always like her for her, and that was enough for her.

TMNT Senses Series Smells

A/n So… it’s 2am. And my room smells like heaven. I think thats what inspired me to do this. Anyways, please. These apply for all of the boys, so…. yup. Anyways carry on.
It had been a little more than two years since you had met the four ninja turtles and befriended them. And soon, it would be a full year since you started going out with (turtle of choice). For you, he was everything; just as you were for him.However there is one thing he holds dear.
Ever since he met you, he knew you were the one. He loved every single thing about you, from the very tip of your (h/l) (h/c) hair, to the bottom if your (s/c) toes. But the thing that has always fascinated him is your ever changing smell.

The leader of the group has always been a little more calm than his brothers. He knows how valuable meditation is for the soul and his skills as a leader. That is why softer smells have always been his favorite. He adores whenever you smell like flowers, specifically Cherry Blossoms. It usually means you woke up at peace that day. It reminds him of the home he never knew in far off Japan, and it makes him want to hold you tight while meditating.
He also likes the smell of lavander. The days that you wear it, there is a certain sparkle in your eyes, and you laugh more. In those days Leo likes to goof off with you, maybe watch a movie or just sit around and talk.
Finally, there is that one smell he can never describe. He doesn’t get to enjoy it often. It is the smell of your skin when it’s close to his. In the moments when the fire inside is burning both of you whole. He tries his best not to stain it with his own, but he always fails. That’s why, he does everything in his power to make those moments last.

He always acts tough around everyone. It simply feels like his place to be strong, that’s why anyone would expect for him to enjoy strong smells. However, the truth is quite different.
This violent teddy bear loves to cuddle with you, just so he can have an excuse to bury his head in your hair and get a smell of your shampoo. It was an odd mix of vanilla and something else. Hazelnut maybe. But pinning the name down has never been a matter to him. All that he cares about is the intoxicating aroma that he can’t get enough of.
He also loves your perfume. You once told him that the bottle was called “Sheer Love”, which made him think of how much he loves you, and how he really loves that smell. It’s sweet, like you. And reminds him of stealing glances while training together, and how you always listen to his rants after any fight with Leo. It’s linked to a soft kind of happiness, that the giant brute feels when around you.
There is of course a third scent. One that takes over his senses and controls him whenever you wear it. It is the one that unleashes the beast inside of him and leaves him craving for more. He likes it whenever it is on you, because it sticks to him like glue and for the rest of the day it feels like he carries a piece of you with him.

This terrapin is known for his high intellect and ability to create marvelous wonders. He is also known because of his ability to survive with barely any sleep, just as long as he has a good ol’ cup of coffee.
That’s why it’s no surprise that one of his favorite smells of yours comes from his favorite source of caffeine. He has never been able to pin down if it is because of the scent or the gesture however. Since the only reason you smell like that in the first place is because you tend to serve him home made coffee. You sometimes complain about the smell, but he still enjoys it.
Something else he enjoys is the scent of clean you always have with you. It was hard for him to figure out back then, because there wasn’t an exact name for whatever was wafting up his nostrils; later on he named it one of the many things that came to mind whenever you’re around: soap. It made him feel safe. As if there were no problems in the world. It also calmed his racing mind to a near stop, something he is greatful of.
Then there is THAT smell. It only appears on certain ocasions. Its the one that makes him desire you, and he can never get enough of. It is also the one thing which will pull him away from his experiments and inventions no matter which one.

This care-free turtle loves to have fun, and let loose. He’s the most physical lover out of the four, which helps him keep track of your scent even more.
There is always the topic of your perfume. It changes drastically from day to day, but it somehow always smells like a fruit. One day it will be mango, the other passion frui, maybe coconut or pineapple. But it’s always exotic and vibrant and it makes you almost glow. It reminds him of adventure, and pranking his brothers, skate boarding and having the time of his life as long as he’s with you.
He likes it when you bake for fun. It doesn’t matter if you do so at the lair, or at your home. The reason he likes it is that the scent of flour and sugar sticks to your clothes and your hair and everything else. He kisses you a lot on a regular basis, but smell leads him to pecking you all over your face and starting tickle fights. Usually, when you bake, Mikey and you will be together as if tied by the hip to the point were it’s obnoxious for any one watching.
And last but not least, there’s the scent that appears whenever he doesn’t feel too innocent. At first if confused him. But now he yearns for it daily, and when you sport it he will revel in it. It’s stronger the closer you are to him and he will hold you so close that you will almost turn into one. That scent makes him wish he could stop smelling, just as long as it is the last thing that reaches his nose.

Yuri!!! on Ice Episode 11 - On Yuuri’s Love

There is a lot to unpack in episode 11 of Yuri!!! on Ice. Hardly a moment is wasted and though there is a large focus on the part C portion we have information right from the start that helps us understand this story in regards to Yuuri and Victor. Here is my overly long take on the goings on of episode eleven.

We start the episode with what seems to be an in-world introduction to the GPF contestants. Even on what seems to be an in-world piece of media we see Yuuri and Victor and their relationship all intertwined. The footage from the end of episode seven is used and there is mention over it of the fact that Yuuri’s theme is Love. This is any obvious in-world link showing us that not only do we, as the audience, see the connection of Yuuri and Victor’s relationship to Yuuri’s theme, but that it is also noted by the audience in the show.

We quickly move on to Yuuri on the ice for Eros.

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anonymous asked:

Lance starts singing uptown funk and it's just Hunk doing the "Hot damn!" and "Woo!" up until the others join in on the singing and Shiro does the "I'm too hot" and everyone chimes in with "Hot damn!" because yes. Hot damn indeed.

Who would start singing Uptown Funk: Lance

Who would join in: Hunk, eventually Shiro

Who is confused: Keith, Allura, Coran

Who says Uptown Funk is an out of date meme: Pidge

Unfinished Business Part 24


Genre: action, fluff, angst, strong language, +18 content, gang material,

Read to find out who the reader will end up with. There will be several chapters of this so I hope you’re ready to die and anticipate many things. <3 love youuuu (don’t hate me)

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