“Blaise,” Draco fumed, storming into the living room, “what happened to the chest of drawers in my room?”
Blaise looked up from the paper he was reading and grinned at Draco.
“Do you like the new one? You’ve been whining about it so much, I thought I’d just replace that awful old-timer.”
“What did you do with that old-timer?”
“I sold it,” Blaise shrugged.
“You sold it,” Draco repeated flatly.
“Who did you sell it to?” Draco asked frantically.
“No idea,” Blaise said. “I didn’t get a name. Two people came by to pick it up. I think they were Muggles.”
Draco felt like he was about to faint.
“Did you take everything out beforehand?”
“Of course! What do you take me for?”
“Everything?” Draco insisted.
Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco’s tone and studied him.
Draco took a step closer and narrowed his eyes.
“Even what was under the secret false bottom in the second drawer, nobody but me knows about?”
Blaise paled and his mouth opened.
“Oh,” he simply said.
“Yes, oh,” Draco growled. “Great, now I have to hunt it down. You’re a lousy flatmate.”
“Hey, I just wanted to do you a favour,” Blaise said defensively.
“You better hope they haven’t found what’s inside it, or I’m going to kill you.”
Doing the locator spell was easy enough. Draco had feared it wouldn’t work, but it seemed there were no wards guarding the flat the chest of drawers had ended up in. Draco apparated to the flat, his heart hammering as he knocked.
When the door opened, Draco was sure he had to be dreaming. Of all the people in the world. Of course. Of course.
“Malfoy?” Potter seemed stunned. He was holding a toothbrush and was only dressed in a green t-shirt and pants. “How did you find me?”
Draco shook his head, willing his mind to work properly again.
“You have something of mine,” he said curtly.
“And what might that be?” Potter responded, a grin beginning to form on his lips. It took Draco off guard for a moment.
“Can I just come in and check something?”
Potter stepped aside and gestured for Draco to come in. Draco wasted no time and quickly found the chest of drawers in the corner of Potter’s bedroom. He opened the second drawer and took out the little book he had been so desperate to get back.
“What’s that?” Potter asked, leaning against the doorframe.
“Nothing of your concern. It shouldn’t have been in there,” Draco huffed.
“Hmmm,” Potter hummed. “You know, I never would have thought you kept a diary.”
Draco blushed, quickly hiding his hands behind his back.
“It’s not a diary,” he said lamely.
Potter nodded, but he had a mischievous smile on his face.
“You want a drink?” he asked, turning around and heading back into the living room. Draco blinked and tried to find his voice again.
“Um, no thank you. You were obviously getting ready for bed. I won’t disturb you any longer,” he said hastily.
“You sure? It might be a great opportunity,” Potter grinned. Draco gave him a quizzical look.
“I don’t know,” Potter shrugged, “after two Firewhiskeys you might get the chance to run your hands through my incredibly infuriating, magnificent head of hair.” Potter tried to keep a straight face, but couldn’t suppress a snicker. “I might even let you touch my strong and marvellous jawline.”
Never had Draco wished more the ground would open and swallow him up.
“You read it,” he said through gritted teeth. “You had no right.”
“True,” Potter replied, nonchalant. “I’d let you read mine in return, but I don’t keep a diary.” He stepped closer to Draco, studying his face intently.
“You look rather cute when you’re flushed.”
Draco made a sound that was something between a weird gurgle and a high-pitched squeak. Whatever it was, it was highly embarrassing.
Potter chuckled, coming to a halt right in front of Draco.
“I mean, I could just show you what kind of fantasies I’d be writing in that diary,” he said in a low whisper.
Draco gulped, not quite grasping what Potter was saying.
“Like what?” he breathed.
“Hmmm.” Potter’s eyes flickered down to Draco’s lips. “Like how I want to grab you right now and kiss you until you can’t breathe.”
Draco’s mouth opened involuntarily. Breathing was already hard with Potter standing so close to him.
“And then,” Potter continued, deliberately breathing on Draco’s lips, “I’d want your hands on the most delicious and perfect arse you have ever seen in your life.”
Draco groaned loudly. This was just too much. But then again, Potter really seemed to be teasing him in a rather flirtatious way. Trying to conceal his nervousness, he raised his chin and fixed Potter with a glare.
“These better not just be empty promises,” Draco said haughtily.
“Oh, they’re not,” Potter smirked, his eyes gleaming as he started pouring their drinks.
I HATE WHEN PEOPLE ARE GROSSED OUT BY UNUSED TAMPONS. THATS LIKE BEING GROSSED OUT BY UNUSED NAPKINS, OR CLEAN SHEETS, OR CLEAN UNDERWEAR. LIKE OMG ITS NOT GOING TO HURT YOU. ITS CLEAN. TAMPONS EXIST WHY DO PEOPLE HAVE TO BE EMBARRASSED OR HIDE THEM. ugh
I saw a post about 100 ways to say ‘I love you’, so I thought I’d make the anti-version if it doesn’t exist already. Roleplayers, send these to each other for angst reasons! Tw for emotional abuse, language, and some major rejection themes, though some them are joking and could be used for friendly rivals or pals who play-insult one another. Change or add pronouns as necessary.
“You’re a disappointment to me.”
“I don’t care if you live or die.”
“I used to care about you. Now? I regret every second I wasted.”
“How do you think I feel? I’m pissed off!”
“Go. Just go.”
“If you come back, I won’t be here.”
“I’ve never despised someone as much as I despise you.”
“Ha! You think I care about you? What do you think I am, desperate?”
“I regret ever saying ‘hello’.”
“Leave and don’t come back, ever.”
“Remember when we first met? I wish I didn’t.”
“You’re the worst mistake I’ve ever made.”
“Don’t touch me. Don’t even look at me.” “You took months/years of my life away. I’ll never get those back.”
“I saw a trash bag on the side of the road today. Reminded me of you.”
“I could have been doing so much better than wasting my time with you.”
“You’re a sick bastard, you know that?”
“I don’t care.”
“Go ahead, leave. Don’t worry about coming back.”
“You’re such a piece of shit.”
“I didn’t think you could be any more of a shithead, but you just proved me wrong.”
“You’re so stupid.”
“Why do I waste my time with you?”
“You’re not the person I thought you were.”
“Hey! Just a daily reminder: you’re a piece of shit!”
“I deserve so much better.”
“We’re not friends. We were never friends!”
“I pretended to like you because I felt bad for you! How did you fall for that?”
“I never want to see you again.”
“You’ve done nothing but make my life a living hell.”
“Don’t apologize - you don’t deserve my forgiveness!”
“No, I’m never giving you another chance!”
“I wish you were never born.”
“You’re the last person I wanted to see right now.”
“I’d rather be working with anyone else in the whole world right now.”
“When you get back, your shit’s gonna be on the front lawn. Take it and get out.”
“Go ahead, choose them! You deserve each other.”
“I don’t know what they see in you.”
“You’re an embarrassment to me.”
“You’re an embarrassment to all of us.”
“I wish it was you. I wish it was you to die instead of them.”
“God, why did I have to end up working with the biggest asshole in the world?”
“How could you think I ever loved you? You seriously think I’d sink that low?”
“Sorry, I just puked in my mouth a bit. I accidentally looked at your face.”
“How can you even live with yourself?”
“If I was your mirror, I’d break myself just so you would throw me in the trash and I wouldn’t have to look at you.”
“Being with you was the worst time of my life.”
“You’re a monster.”
“Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wishing I was dead because of you.”
“I’m going to ruin your fucking life.”
“You said you would change, but you never did! You never will!”
“Some people are just born to fail. Sorry you’re one of the unlucky ones.”
“You’re so worthless, you hardly even exist to me.”
“I wish I could go back to the day I met you, and just walk away.”
“If you give me that look one more time, I’m skipping jump-rope with your large intestines.”
“Honestly, I’m embarrassed to even know you.”
“Ugh, it smells like something died in here. Oh. It’s just you.”
“You need to stop. You hurt everyone around you!”
“Until you get your shit together, I don’t want to hear you complain.”
“Look at you. You’re disgusting.”
“Stop making me look bad.”
“You have a face that makes me wish punching people wasn’t frowned upon in our society.”
“Shut your mouth. I don’t want to hear your obnoxious voice.”
“Go play in traffic.”
“If I saw you in the ocean clinging to a log for safety, I’d save the log and let you drown. At least wood can become something useful, like toilet paper.”
“How could I ever love something as terrible and hideous as you?”
“I can’t even look at you right now.”
“It was all a lie.”
“I never loved you, and I never will.”
“Don’t try to beg. It won’t work.”
“You’re not worth the mud on the bottom of my shoes.”
“Look at you. You’re pathetic. I’ve never seen a sadder sight.”
“I’m going to hurt you slowly, and I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
“For what you did to them, I’ll do the same to you.”
“An apology? You want to offer an apology? No. I don’t accept it.”
“You’re everything I hate in a person.”
“I wish you were dead.”
“You’re nothing to me. Less than nothing!”
“What a sad sack of shit you are.”
“My life is in fucking shambles thanks to you!”
“How could you? You bastard!”
“I’d rather eat sewage than ever touch you again.”
“Hey asshole, I’m here to ruin your day, just like I did yesterday and the day before that.”
“You’d be more useful if you weren’t even alive.”
“Hey, it’s my least favorite waste of space.”
“Every day that I woke up next to you, I was tempted to smother you with a pillow while you slept.”
“Love you? Don’t make me laugh.”
“Just thinking about you makes me sick to my stomach.”
“You deserve a slow and painful death for what you’ve done.”
“I can’t stand people like you.”
“Stop doing that thing. You know, that thing I hate. Breathing.”
“If I could trade you for a nest of angry wasps, you would be long gone.”
“I can’t wait to dance on your grave.”
“If we were the last two people on earth, I’d be subtracting one.”
“I never want to see the likes of your filth around here again.”
“I’m disgusted by you.”
“If I ever see you again, it will be far too soon.”
the two of you being best friends before peter finally got the guts to ask you out
the whole ordeal was full of blushing and stutters and stumbles over his words until you got the gist of what he was trying to say and straight up kissed him instead to save him from further embarrassment
“ugh, finally. that was painful to watch”
you knowing about spiderman like the day after the spider incident
and being totally in awe and just as excited as he was
supporting all his decisions fully even if there’s a part of you that worries incessantly for your boyfriend
but you trust him so when he promises that he’ll be back for you later in the night, you believe him
your family loving him as your best friend, but even more so now the two of you are dating and happy
aunt may loving you too and vice versa
even after she caught you and peter making out on his bed that one time
okay maybe she’s caught you more than just one time
him teaching you hand to hand combat to protect yourself, just in case
him telling you all about his part in the fight between the avengers in germany
“-and then i swooped in and i stole captain america’s shield and everyone was like ‘whaaat’ and it was awesome and then there was this guy with a metal arm and i met black widow and hawkeye and everyone! oH and there was this tiny dude too but then all of a sudden he became a huge dude and he knocked me half way across the airport and it hurt like hell but it was so awesome! holy shit, you should’ve seen me, (y/n); it was awesome!”
you listening to him ramble excitedly in adoration
him climbing through your open window at night and whilst he just wants to go to sleep next to you and cuddle, you always insist that you have to patch him up
so !! much !! cuddling !!
peter’s favourite thing being your cuddles, especially after a long day or a fight
you never disappoint
it doesn’t matter where the two of you would be
whether it’s at school or out shopping or studying
you’ll stop whatever you’re doing and instantly snuggle into his arms at his request
him being so so so protective of you
therefore, him always, always walking you home just in case something happens
because it would destroy him if something did and he could’ve prevented it
you hearing liz allan talking about her crush on spiderman
you getting jealous because you know that peter is way out of your league and he could totally have her if he wanted
peter noticing your change in demeanour and immediately bringing you close to him
“spiderman’s all yours, i promise”
him not necessarily wanting to admit that he loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, but you both know that he does
having star wars marathons over and over and over and you enduring it because the franchise makes peter happy
“you’re such a nerd, i love it; don’t ever change”
kisses kisses kisses
you wearing his sweaters all the time but he doesn’t mind
“you look adorable”
you defending him whenever flash makes a comment and peter actually has to hold you back sometimes
losing your virginities to one another
both of you always zooming in on each other’s faces on snapchat when one of you isn’t paying attention
and then giggling about it as the other pouts childishly
cute dates in strange places that peter has found on his friendly neighbourhood spiderman escapades
going to homecoming together and peter being speechless as you walk down the stairs in your dress
him eventually introducing you to tony stark because he wants to show you off
“so this is the (y/n) that you never shut up about?”
him taking discrete photos of you and setting them as his lock screen because he thinks you look beautiful 24/7
his favourites are of you when you’re wearing his shirt and sweatpants, your hair up in a messy ponytail, no makeup, and the brightest smile on your face as you laugh at one of his shitty jokes
him finding himself falling more in love with you whenever you say something smart, or help him through a tough situation with a bad guy when he can’t figure it out himself
or when you do or say basically anything
study dates which usually end in your chemistry homework discarded and forgotten on the floor and his lips on yours
Summary: You finally find out how your big cousin earns her money - she’s the flag girl for the illegal street races in your neighborhood, and now she’s dragging you along. And that’s where you meet the Hawaii-shirt wearing, orange-headed Oh Sehun, ace street racer and smartass. Scenario: street racer!au Word Count: 6,337
listen. listen to me. jensen ross ackles could wear 12 goddamn wallet chains and a tower of fedoras on his stupid head and 17 douchey scarves and denim on top of denim on top of denim all at the same time and guess what. he’s so hot. sofu c cvjkin hot jesusus fucjgjfjn
When Derek shows up at Stiles’ back door that morning with a basket full of about three dozen cookies, all carefully iced to look like Batman and Spider-Man, Stiles doesn’t say anything. He just gets up from the kitchen table and opens the screen door, and then he looks down at the basket for a long, long moment, and then he rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes and groans.
He looks kind of… unkempt. He’s wearing the same sweatpants and lacrosse hoodie he’d had on two days ago when Derek saw him at his mailbox, and his hair is sticking up everywhere, and it’s obvious he hasn’t shaved in a while because there’s some actual stubble there. Derek didn’t think Stiles was even capable of facial hair. It only adds to his attractiveness, but still, Derek can’t help but be concerned.
Derek doesn’t usually start conversations, but today he feels like making an exception. “Are you okay? This is a lot more baking than usual, even for you.”
“What? What do you mean?” Stiles says, dropping his hands to his sides. His face cycles through about five or six different expressions before settling on something that’s probably trying to say “innocent and oblivious,” but… well. Derek might not know Stiles that well, but he knows Stiles is definitely not either of those things, ever.
“The cookies,” Derek says slowly. “That you leave on my doorstep a few times a week while I’m out on my morning run.”
Stiles glares down at the cookies Derek’s holding like they’ve betrayed him.
“We don’t talk about it,” Derek says slowly, unsure, “but I thought you knew that I knew it was you. I mean, no one else in the neighborhood even talks to me.”
super-powered version of the FAHC is an awful, unstoppable thing.
Powered humans are rare, sure, but not unheard of; the Fake’s aren’t
the only group out there defying reality in broad daylight. What
makes them so remarkable, so formidable and distressingly hard to
combat, is the way they use those powers. The way each member has
taken their gift and twisted it, pulled and torn and stretched it to
unforeseen territory, used their powers in ways no one else has even
dreamed. Ways most could only imagine in their worst nightmares.
might be the most obvious example, the clearest illustration of the
perversion of abilities, power turned on its head and used against
its intention. He’s inspired them all, one way or another, to push
their powers to the limits, into shapes they don’t belong in,
powerful and strange and noticeably tarnished. On anyone else Ryan’s
gift would be one of healing, of hope and restoration, empathetic and
inherently altruistic. Its not a power most would associate with a
life of crime, outside perhaps a medic, definitely not one most would
pick for a mercenary, for the infamously deadly Vagabond. Ryan
though, he’s never been one to let a little thing like reason set him
back, never felt constrained by expectation, and he wasn’t about to
let his powers derail his goals. Ryan has taken the ability to heal
and broken it down into stages, approached inexplicable magic like a
scientist, methodically identifying how to extract the exact elements
he was after. He has the power to heal, yes, but what can be healed
may also decay, that which can be stitched back together may just as
easily be disassembled; it is no more difficult to displace blood
than it is to correctly route it. With a touch Ryan can stop hearts,
can rend tissue and implode organs. He can push natural reactions
into overdrive, can encourage minor ailments into unstoppable
disease, convince various systems to shut down without exposure to
extreme circumstance. The only limit is Ryan’s own bountiful
creativity, and while it might not be what people expect from the
Vagabond he wouldn’t swap his abilities for anything.
can change his density at will. Becoming immensely dense has some
obvious uses in their world; bullets literally bouncing off his skin
and fists that can shatter bones with a single punch, but becoming
unnaturally light has just as many applications. Jeremy can change
his weight mid-jump to achieve inhuman distance, can fall from great
heights without a parachute, can climb sheer walls and hold his
entire body up on the tip of a finger. There is no weight Jeremy
cannot lift, no wall or door that can keep him out, let alone cuffs
or bars to contain him. If Jeremy does not want to move there is
physically no way to make him, and if he sets his sights on
destroying something little can be done to stop him.
can communicate telepathically. This comes in handy when getting a
hold of his crew, so long as they are within his range he can speak
to them comms or no, but they are not the only ones he can speak to.
All it takes is some connection, long term emotional links allow for
greater distance but as long as Geoff is looking at someone he can
get into their mind. Can sneer at police officers, whisper threats to
rivals, force unsuspecting strangers to have the most peculiar
thoughts and terrify anyone who tries to stand in his way. While
Geoff can only really scrape through the top level of someones mind,
more emotion and direct thoughts than any deep secrets, it is no
great difficulty to convince people that he sees a lot more. Let them
feel him poking around, quote a few stray thoughts back at them and
suddenly not only do his victims believe he sees all but they are
much more likely to think loudly about the very things they hope he
doesn’t notice. Geoff can push images as easily as word, useful when
sharing a story but even more so as a form of torture; he can fill
minds with his darkest thoughts, plague dreams with images from his
nastiest nightmares, provide a personalised hell that is impossible
to escape from.
controls heat. It’s a power people tend to fear, think it synonymous
with mastery over fire, imagine sparking fingers and raging infernos.
Which, to be fair, isn’t wholly inaccurate, but is hardly the extent
of Michael’s power. He can create fire sure, can raise the
temperature to extremes in pinpointed locations to ignite a room, but
he doesn’t need to. Michael can press heat straight into a body, can
warm someone up or cook them from the inside out, can burn slowly or
kill in an instant. His powers extend to objects too, he can melt
metals, boil water, absorb and deflect heat, and set off explosives.
While people don’t associate it with him the way the do fiery rage,
what can go up can of course also go down. Michael can drop the
temperature, can produce dangerous frost and sharp ice shards, freeze
someone in water and induce frostbite with a simple touch. Michael is
completely unbothered by extreme temperatures, can render himself
undetectable on thermal imaging cameras and change the temperature of
objects so suddenly they shatter. Even those who flee aren’t safe;
careening into danger as roads are suddenly coated in black ice or
bubble and melt beneath flaming tires.
can multiply himself, a series of duplicates capable of drawing fire
and completing simple tasks. They were once mere mindless echoes of
his actual self, near translucent and noticeably different if you
looked closely enough, quickly giving birth to the term Ghost Ray
when describing them. They didn’t stay that way though, Ray quietly
practising and practising until they not only solidified but he could
split his conciousness between them, could act as all bodies
simultaneously and be in half a dozen places at once. It’s
disconcerting, the way they all look real now. The way they all are
Ray now, will fade away like
they were never there when Ray lets them go, or when they die, but
until then he can be in any and all of them at once. It bears
thinking about, considering some die. Considering one stays.
Considering the way Ray doesn’t like to talk about it, practises late
at night and sends his selves off on private missions, laughs and
deflects and fades away.
can manipulate the wind; her jets are always boosted and her cars
caught and righted before they can ever spin out, while any who
pursue her find themselves shoved off the roads. She can deflect
bullets, catch plummeting bodies and stir up various weather
phenomena. As though this was not enough Jack’s power over the air
allows her to create small vacuums, granting her the ability to suck
oxygen from a room. To steal it right out of lungs, suffocating her
opponents without lifting a finger to touch them. Alone she is more
than dangerous, but Jack has always worked best with others. Her
powers are particularly effective when combined with Michael or
Jeremy; catching Jeremy up and hurling him like a canon ball and
taking ice or flame and whirling them into deadly tornadoes. She can,
just as effectively, force them all to calm down when things start
getting out of hand; wind separating fights, extinguishing fires,
airless pockets keeping anyone from storming away in a huff, and
being sudden drenched by rain provides a wholly undignified end to
any petty squabbles.
power is all about luck. It’s not the most exciting power at first
glance; he can see probabilities, split-second calculations that
manifest in inexplicable feelings, knowing just when to duck, when to
take a detour, when to blow off a meeting and stay home instead. It’s
not a power most people would associate with violent crime, rather
imagine lotto winnings and effortless celebrity, but most people
aren’t Gavin. It was simple intuition at first; shoot now, trust him,
buy the ticket, check your phone. But Gavin, being Gavin, pressed for
more. Worked out how to manipulate his own luck instead of relying on
chance, concentrating on what he wants so his powers bend around him,
gift evolving from simple suggestions into something else all
together. When Gavin assures himself that all he needs in the world
is to shoot his way out of a situation there is no way he will be
unlucky enough have a gun run empty, when he needs to make a purchase
he will never have the misfortune of running out of money, when he
settles himself as the frontman of the FAHC none will be lucky enough
to resist his charms. Now that he knows how to push, the limits of
Gavin’s power are completely unknown – the least visibly impressive
and yet the possibilities are as astounding as they are impossible.
He needed a worthy crew, so he found one; they desired power, so they
got it; it would be unlucky to die, so they don’t.
cheers you on at every soccer game even though you’re horrible at it “You got this, champ!” loves to barbecue and can always tell when something’s wrong “You okay, bud?” Still wears the #1 dad t-shirt you made for him when you were little.
Comes off as relaxed and let’s you go to that shady party but when you get back you have (84) missed calls from Dad and he’s pacing in the living room. Doesn’t know how to cook so just orders takeout. “Well, you’re still alive so I guess I did pretty well”
“Breakfast is most important meal. Triggers metabolism and gives energy!” Only showed you educational kids shows and builds your model volcano for you. Sings in the car even though ugh dad you’re embarrassing me.
“I’m not your friend, I’m your father” but actually adores you more than anything in the galaxy. Took the day off work then stayed up with you all night when you got food poisoning. The day he tells you he’s proud of you is the best you’ve ever felt in your life.
let's you take a sip of ryncol and laughs when you start gagging. Says "Whatever" and uses guilt as his primary tactic. Always gives you piggy back rides and weirdly specific life advice.
Dad jokes. Too many dad jokes. Let you watch a horror movie that gave you nightmares for weeks. "If I can do it, you can." Made sure you aced your driving exam and took you out for ice cream after.
Tries to watch his language but it usually ends up sounding like "Well sh... shucks" All your friends think he's really cool but he always asks things like "what in the shitting hell is a me-me"
Crazy dance!! Always knows what to say when you're upset. Remembers the small things like what toppings you like on yogurt and makes sure your favorite shirt is always clean. "I want you to be happy in life."
Set during/after that scene just after Shido’s palace.
“Are you sure that was really necessary?” Akira finally spoke up. He felt a bit sick to his stomach. He knew Ann’s intention had been a “how dare you scare me like that” slap like he’d seen in movies, but it had escalated way too quickly, with each of the girls getting in a few hits. One had caused his head to bang against the lamp post, and the poor guy had passed out for a few seconds. They’d played it off like they meant it, like Ryuji’s well-being was worth less than a bruised ego.
Did they even know about Ryuji’s past? Ann and Makoto surely did, although he wasn’t so sure about Haru, and Futaba almost certainly didn’t. Still, they had all gone too far, the victim having had a history of physical abuse or no.
He’d taken a few steps to follow the others, but now he turned back to approach Ryuji’s slumped form. He wasn’t going to just leave him here, damn it all.
You had always been close to the guys…well at least six of them. You had worked as an intern at BigHit when the guys were trainees and eventually debuted. However, you moved onto a bigger and better job, but still managed to stay good friends with the group. You somehow ended up at JYP in hopes of being a manager one day. But you were still one of their treasured friends, and they valued your input towards the group.
You don’t know when the feelings started. Well to be completely honest, you didn’t even realize you had these feelings for Namjoon. But what Hoseok said was true. You were always shy around him, but somehow making him happy became important to you. You noticed all the subtle things about him and studied him like a book unconsciously. Before you knew it, you knew all the things he loved and all the things he resented.
But he became increasingly cold towards you. He never really treated you like the other boys, who were always open and friendly with you. And maybe that’s why you fell for him. Because you had to figure him out and he was always on your mind. He became your favorite puzzle to solve and once it was solved, it became your hobby making sure the puzzle stayed whole and beautiful.
When you actually open up but immediately regret it, and feel stupid cause you don’t feel vaild or worthy enough to feel certain things. You start feeling embarssed, stupid and silly. From being emotional to wishing you never said a thing and now want to hide. Figure they hate you or you just got on their nerves all for just actually trying to express your fucking feelings. Ugh.
Requests are open? Yay! Could we get one where reader has real feathery
wings and her and Sam get into a argument about whose wings are better?
Meanwhile Clint is freaking out that the Bird Squad is arguing (him,
y/n, and Sam) and the rest of the team gets dragged into the argument.
Sam has created a chatroom: Birds Assemble
Sam has added Y/N, Clint.
Clint: Caw caw?
You: Caw, caw caw?
Sam: Omg guys stop.
Clint: You did name the chat “Birds Assemble.”
You: You have no one else but yourself to blame.
Clint: Why are we assembling?
Sam: I need you to finally decide who has the best wings.
You: Clint doesn’t need to decide because he knows my wings are the best. RIGHT, CLINT?
Clint: Let’s not argue. You both have beautiful wings.
Sam: Majestic wings, equally majestic booty.
Clint: Did you have a photoshoot just for your wings?
Sam: Here’s Y/N, and her wings. I think this speaks for itself. Spotted next to her is Clint. Too afraid to agree with me.
You: BECKY MEANS WELL, DON’T BRING HER INTO THIS.
You: Your wings are basically a glorified jetpack.
Sam: Excuse me, BECKY?
You: IT’S A JETPACK, SAM, WITH RETRACTABLE WINGS.
Clint: C'mon, man, leave Y/N alone. And Y/N, don’t you know you shouldn’t call his wings a jetpack!
You: Yeah, leave my MORE MAJESTIC WINGS ALONE. I won’t listen to HIS LIES.
Sam: Talking LIKE THIS won’t help your DENIAL about MY WINGS.
You: It’s for EMPHASIS. I have ACTUAL wings. With feathers! Not some metal contraption!
Sam: Look at how
SLEEK and ELEGANT mine are. One gust of wind and all your feathers are
ruffled. Not to mention you’re always dropping a few around the base.