For @ransomweek - March 28: “Remember that time…”

warnings: senior year nostalgia, oblivious pining, excessively soft bromance

“Okay,” Lardo said, taking another swig from the bottle of gin they’d been passing around. “Worst class you’ve ever taken?”

The noise of another kegster, not their last together but frighteningly close to it, thrummed through the floor of the attic. Sometime after midnight Nursey and Chowder had started trying to go through various Haus rules, proper kegstand procedure and ratios for tub juice, with the Tadpoles like Holster and Ransom had done for the past two years, and Ransom had found himself hit with senior-year nostalgia again. It was the kind of weird, happy-sad ache that pulled from under his ribs and made him want to hold onto everything tighter.

He was going to graduate in May. He’d been accepted to med programs at Emory and UPenn, and he was waiting to hear back from a couple other schools. His future wasn’t some nebulous concept any more; it felt real. It felt too close. It was so much easier just to melt back against his bed, next to his two best friends, and to soak up the way their words seemed to roll around the room and fill it up completely.

Holster snorted and leaned against Ransom, reaching around him for the bottle but not moving away once he had it. “International Finance Theory with Professor Lawrence.”

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Something amazing happened yesterday (August 13, 2016) at Power Morphicon, and I want to take a moment to appreciate it. (Above photo from RangerBoard.)

The current blue ranger, Yoshi Sudarso, is a huge Power Rangers fan. He auditioned for Power Rangers for years without being cast. When he got the role of the blue ranger in Dino Charge two years ago, he was thrilled and since then he’s been super enthusiastic, passionate and an all-around amazing ranger.

His brother Peter, like him, is a Power Rangers fan, and has also auditioned multiple times to be a ranger. Unlike Yoshi, he was never cast. Anyone who follows Yoshi on social media knows about Yoshi’s brother and knows that they’re close: Yoshi and Peter are constantly hanging out together, working on creative projects together, and supporting each other.

At the end of the Dino Charge panel at Power Morphicon, the cast of Dino Charge was tasked with revealing the upcoming cast of the new season, Ninja Steel. Some members of the Dino Charge cast met a few members the new Ninja Steel cast backstage before their panel, but otherwise they didn’t know anything about the Ninja Steel cast in advance.

The Dino Charge cast members were given envelopes that stated the name and color of their ranger successor. For instance, Brennan Mejia, the current red ranger, announced that Will Shewfelt would be the new red ranger.

The last person to be handed an envelope was Yoshi. He opened it, and to his surprise, he saw his brother Peter’s name written inside.

Yoshi went to the Ninja Steel auditions and was told that Peter didn’t get the part. Yet there in front of his eyes was Peter’s name. Not only that, his brother was going to be the new blue ranger.

Yoshi’s voice broke as he announced that his own brother was going to be his successor. His brother, clad in his new ranger uniform, ran onto the stage. Yoshi knocked over his chair in his haste to greet his brother. As they embraced, Yoshi broke down with a giant grin on his face, clearly thrilled that his brother was getting this opportunity.

(Gif by erniesbrainfreeze)

Yoshi’s friends clearly understood how important and powerful this moment was for him. When Yoshi reacted emotionally to opening his envelope, Brennan Mejia looked over his his shoulder to figure out why, pat him on the back and grinned. At hearing the news, the current pink ranger, Camille Hyde, covered her mouth with her hands, obviously stunned, before placing a supportive hand on Yoshi’s shoulder and starting to cry.

As his brother proudly took to the stage with his new cast, Yoshi collapsed back into his chair in shock. The current green ranger, Michael Taber, crossed the stage to hug him, and Camille, still in tears, joined in the hug. When the hug ended, Yoshi pointed at his brother, beaming with pride.

Peter Sudarso is the new blue ranger and Yoshi couldn’t be happier about it. It was the way Yoshi was surprised with this news and Yoshi’s obvious love for his brother that turned this cast reveal into one of the most touching moments in Power Rangers history.


Masterpost: {x}

Pairing: Lams

Summary: What if John Laurens hadn’t died?

Warning: mentions of time periodic homophobia, panic attack, cheating

Word Count: Word Count: 3,627

Dedication: @imwritingmywayout , @mutantplant  ( @plantwrites ), @overfour-sets-of-corsets they are my betas and they do so much for me!!! Also, @eightmonkeys because they came up with the John Lives AU!!

Tags: @starfreckledlaurens , @bring-me-the-misha

A/N: if you like the story, PLEASE REBLOG! My goal is to become an author and exposure does a lot!!  Anyway, enjoy!!

My Dearest, John Laurens,

            ‘Tis been awhile, for you have been in the cold, unforgiving ground for an approaching decade. I still find myself in times of trouble, especially in this season of relentless heat. It is hot and humid, much like my days as a child, but you know plenty of it.

            I shall spare you the details of my life, as not much has changed since writing you last. My dear James has grown, as with Philip and Angelica. They are becoming outstanding citizens of society and are still very young! Philip is mature for his age, but does find pleasure in jesting. I would assume he acquires his playful attributes from my façade. I cannot deny that I abhor not being my true self whilst around my family, but John, my true being perished with the acknowledgment of your death.

            We were to be the emperors of Congress, my dear John. We were to be comrades through all of our trials and tribulations. I firmly believe that life would be much less despairing if we worked side by side, but that is a question left unanswered by the cruel grips of fate.

 Forgive me for rambling, my mind cannot cease when thinking about you.

 Adieu, my love.

 Ever yours,


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Lionhearted - Part 2 (nessian fic)

Summary: The day of the wedding, Nesta tries to deal with what she saw Cassian doing at the pub the night before. She also has a special gift for Feyre on her wedding day.

Notes: ok I have a list of people to tag: @arielle-reads @bookswillruletheworld @illyrianwings-nightcourt @christina-dh @illyriancrown @sussurrosliterarios (it won’t let me tag you aghhhh!!!)

This was going to be two parts, but now will be at least 3!

Part one : Part three : AO3 for comments : rated M : TW for attempted sexual assault mention


The next morning, Nesta’s alarm went off at a highly inconvenient hour, considering the amount of alcohol she had consumed. There was the hotel bar, and then the restaurant, and then the pub… She moaned into her pillow, the throbbing in her head deep and familiar from her college days. It was nothing she couldn’t work off if she could find a bottle of water and some ibuprofen, but… her nostrils flared, thinking back on what she and Cassian had said and done. Putting that conversation behind her would be a different kind of challenge.

There was no way she could face him today, but she would do it, she had to, for Feyre’s sake. She would be in the same room with him, if not interacting directly, and she would just have to deal with his rejection. Or at least, what she assumed was his rejection, given the woman from the night before. Bile rose up in her throat at the thought of her hands on Cassian in that hallway, and she quickly swallowed it down.

She’d had no reason to believe any differently of him, to have had expectations that he might not be the type of guy to do that. But it still hurt to confirm her initial suspicions.

Heaving herself out of bed, Nesta showered, threw on clothing and grabbed her bridesmaid dress and make-up bag. She needed to get to Feyre’s hotel soon, to help her prepare for her wedding. Maybe later, when it was all done and she could leave, she would come back here and try to work out how she felt about Cassian. For now, though, he was just one more person who could threaten her calm exterior, and so needed to be avoided.

When she arrived at Feyre’s hotel room, it was a din; Mor and Elain were circling Feyre, fussing after her hair, her make-up, her dress, calling out orders to some of the other women in the room. Amren sat back, an amused grin on her face, and… was that a glass of red wine in her hand, at this hour? Nesta blinked. Well, she supposed, it was a celebration, and certainly many of the usual social conventions could be suspended for that. However, she suspected that Amren was not one to be concerned about that type of thing no matter the situation, and her estimation of her sister’s friend went up on principle.

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Trucker Cowboy Black and his posse would like to introduce to you Trucker Tony Hunt we call him aka Big Sexy. I met up with Tony a couple of months ago, this very humble, funny and very easy to talk to. Like I was explaining to him, sexy comes in many sizes and shapes. We introduce you to Mr October 2018. Tony it’s a honor to have you in Trucker Cowboy_Black 20 18 calendar.

I was born and raised as a small town country boy. In school I was very active in band, student council, FBLA, Beta Club, Pep Club, and editor of the school newspaper. Upon completion of high school, my parents and I moved to Arkansas where I went to work in a steel mill for the next 26 years. I always knew there was something different about me. I have always been attracted to men, but growing up in the church and in the heart of the Bible belt, I thought there was something wrong with me. In 1991, I met an amazing lady and thought that if I got married this feeling would go away. As we all know, it doesn’t. Over the next 24 years of marriage, we had 2 beautiful daughters which are 20 and 13 at this time. I came out to my wife and family in 2015 and was divorced shortly after that. In January of 2016, I started driving a truck and enjoy traveling and seeing this beautiful country. For the first time, I feel happy and free to live my life the way I was born.
My portion of the proceeds will be donated to itgetsbetter.org.

A Shallura Stargazing fic won by @daydreamsandwikiwalks I had a lot of fun writing this and I really enjoy the Voltron characters. My next prize fic is more Voltron so hopefully, I can keep this rolling.

Shiro stepped out of the base and onto the grass, staring out across the sky before he scanned the field before him. He saw her white hair first, like a breath in the cold. He went towards her with a slight smile on his face.

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breaking news for fallput fans

fallput creator tim cain declares Tactics, Nuka Break, Bounties, and Project Brazil canon, denounces fallput 3 and 4 as “fake and gay”. sir cain also went on to say Brotherhood of Steel is “super canon now,” and announced his 5-year plan to “make fallput real”


we call this chapter ‘fluff and foreshadowing’ ao3 link.

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4. Close To

In the weeks that had passed since their fight, things had returned more-or-less to normal for Liam and Sara. Too normal, almost, if you asked Liam: the events that had shaped the first six months or so of their relationship had, after all, been anything but ordinary. Even though he was struggling with the change in pace, he knew that Sara had it worse. While she seemed less restless lately, more inclined towards the amused smiles and quick wit of the Sara he had first fallen in love with, her easy joviality was confined solely to her waking hours. Sara had never been a quiet sleeper, but she whimpered more in the middle of the night these days. Tossed and turned. Stole the blankets.

It was one such night that Liam awoke with a jolt, feeling the cool air of their room on his bare chest, and Sara curled at the edge of the mattress, twisted in the covers. She was talking to herself, her words quieter than a murmur. Liam wished he could make them out; wondered if it would help him decipher what haunted her dreams. When she started thrashing her legs, almost propelling herself off the edge of the bed, Liam instinctively reached out with one arm to shake her. “Sara, Sara,” he whispered, “wake up." 

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The Signs as Popular Quotes on Tumblr
  • Aries: the saddest word in the whole wide world is the word almost. he was almost in love. she was almost good for him. he almost stopped her. she almost waited. he almost lived. they almost made it.
  • Taurus: i burned so long so quiet you must have wondered if I loved you back. I did, I did, I do.
  • Gemini: she needed a hero, so that's what she became
  • Cancer: we're like parallel lines: always close, never together
  • Leo: you can be the king, but watch the queen conquer
  • Virgo: i went from porcelain to ivory to steel
  • Libra: there's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls
  • Scorpio: woman? is that meant to insult me?
  • Sagittarius: there are two people you’ll meet in your life. one will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. the other will take their time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. you will meet these two people; it is a given. it is the third that you’ll never see coming. that one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book
  • Capricorn: if you don't think I'm a princess, you're 100% right, I'm the fucking queen
  • Aquarius: you were red. you liked me cause I was blue. you touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you
  • Pisces: tell me every terrible (fish)thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway
Crossfire - 2

Chapter 1
Yoongi x Reader
Gang AU
Chapter 2 // Words: ~2443
A/N: chapter 1 got so many notes in a short time omfg im so happy

When you finally got home in the evening, you were exhausted. Your professors were merciless with their workloads, and you were starting to hate yourself because you signed up for so many units at one time. You had to remind yourself once again that it was for your own benefit, and you’d be happy once you got your degree and could be well versed in everything you needed to know to take over the family business. You had dreamed since you were little to one day take over your mother’s family’s corporation when you were old enough. You didn’t really need a degree, since it was in your right to be the next head after your grandparents retired, but you wanted to be an efficient businesswoman. So, you went on with your heavy course load, even though you were sometimes up until ungodly hours doing homework. However, with your parents’ abundant wealth, you were able to hire tutors to help you out so that your brain didn’t explode when you tried to figure out calculus on your own.

You took a break halfway through your work to go down to the kitchen for a snack, since you hadn’t eaten since you went to the school’s cafe. Your oversized house was quiet aside from the maids bustling around and the few security guards that lingered inside. Your mother had left that morning to go see your grandparents, and your father had some business to attend to in another city. As a member of the National Assembly, he wasn’t around much and when he was, he was busy with work in his office. You did like to spend time with him when he was on vacation, but other than that you left him alone. You didn’t care for politics; it wasn’t satisfying to you. So you chose to study business and finances instead, and you had already started to help your mother in minor handlings of the family business. It was exciting that you could start fulfilling your life so early, and you secretly hoped that one day your own fortune would outweigh that of your parents and grandparents combined. You wanted to be successful for yourself, not just live off of them and be trapped in their empty mansion forever.

You made it down the grand staircase and turned right off of the foyer, your feet making no sound as you padded across the dark wood floors on your way to the kitchen. You made it into the well-lit room, and you went straight for the stainless steel refrigerator. You pulled open the large doors and stood back, gazing at its contents. Nothing caught your attention, and you frowned. You opened the freezer and still found nothing that you were in the mood for. You were painfully aware of your stomach’s need for nutrition, but somehow, nothing in your vast kitchen appealed to you. You deliberated in your head for a bit before you decided that the only appropriate option would be for you to go out to a restaurant. And since your family wasn’t home, you were able to go to your favorite. You smiled to yourself as you closed the doors to the fridge to go off and find Jihoo, one of your only alibis in the house.

He wasn’t hard to find, as he was lounging on a couch in his personal office, reading a foreign book. He was an intelligent, clean cut man his early thirties, and he had worked for your family for around ten years. He had been appointed to be your personal guard around the beginning of your high school years, when your parents found out you had been sneaking out of the house at night - it nearly gave them both heart attacks to think you were running around god-knows-where with god-knows-who doing god-knows-what. But you saw him more as a babysitter back then, as they had him follow you around almost everywhere, even in the house. As a teenager, you resented him and his job. You wanted nothing more than to be normal, and you always tried to ditch him in public no matter how many times you failed - which, sadly for you, was every time. But, as you grew older and more aware of the horrors of the world and a danger they posed to the child of a public figure, you accepted his presence in the background. Luckily, your mom and dad became a little more lenient once you graduated and started university, and only required him to follow you at a distance when you went out. You gladly took him with you when you left the house, especially at night - who knew what sketchy characters would be lurking around the city after the sun went down?

“Jihoo,” you called out. “Are you busy?”

He turned his head to look at you, closing his book. “No, I’m just relaxing. What do you need?”

“I’m hungry and there’s nothing to eat here.”

He smiled and shook his head at you. “There’s plenty in that kitchen for you.”

You shifted your weight to one foot and crossed your arms. “Let me rephrase that: there’s nothing I’m interested in at the moment, and I’d like to go out.”

“That’s more accurate,” he stood up and straightened his white dress shirt, tightening his tie back around his neck. “Where would you like to go?”

“Is that even a question?” you smirked, turning around to walk with him towards the garage.

“You’re completely right, I should know better,” he joked.

He waited for you to get your shoes and a jacket before he got the keys to a white Camaro from the rack outside the garage door. You had your own car, but you didn’t care to drive much - you had an accident in your first car, and you avoided having to chauffeur yourself as much as possible since then. So you let him get in the driver’s seat and set off towards your favorite establishment that wasn’t fast food. You and Jihoo sat in comfortable silence with the radio playing, as you often did when he drove you. You two had a silent agreement that you wouldn’t pry into each other’s lives, but you were there for each other nonetheless. It was a good arrangement.

He drove you up a hill in heart of Seoul, and pulled into the lot of the restaurant that you had been going to for every one of your birthdays since you were a child. It wasn’t a five star, posh place, but it had a soft atmosphere and amazing food. Not to mention that you had a specific table in front of the most amazing view of the city that would always be cleared any time you set foot into the building. The hostess smiled when she saw you and pulled two menus for you and Jihoo, escorting you to a small table for two in front of a large wall of windows that showcased a gorgeous panorama of the night sky with twinkling lights of the streets below. You thanked her and sat down, not having to look at the menu to know what you wanted. You practically knew every item on it, and you had your favorites. It took your escort a bit longer to choose, but he ushered over a waiter for you soon enough. As you waited for your order to appear, you talked to him a bit about the party the night before, the people that were there, and other various things you could recall before the shots of vodka had taken over. Of course you left out the fact that you had sex with Suga, but you felt that he had an inkling something of that nature had gone on, especially due to the fact that you had been wearing a stranger’s clothes when he had picked you up from classes at the end of the day. Thankfully, he’d never rat you out to your parents.

The waiter returned after a short time with the plates of food, and behind him was the sous-chef, carrying a bottle of red. He smiled at you as he set it on the table and you sat up in your chair.

“It’s good to see you here, my lady,” he greeted. “It’s been too long since I’ve enjoyed your presence.”

“It really has, Seokjin,” you said.

You let him take your hand and bring it to his face, and he kissed the back of your palm gently. Your heart fluttered a little, as the prince-like chef always managed to do. He was such a handsome man, with soft brown hair and eyes to match. His white uniform was tight on his broad shoulders, and showed off his height. He was one of the reasons you liked coming to that particular restaurant. He never failed to make the most amazing meals and to make your day brighter.

“I hope you enjoy. The wine is on me,” he smiled kindly.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” you countered with a slight pout.

He laughed and opened it up, pouring two glasses out. “Nonsense. You’re a regular customer, I owe it to you.”

You thanked him profusely, and toasted to him before you took a small sip of the deep liquid. You silently reminded yourself to limit the glasses you’d drink, since the splitting headache you woke up with was still fresh in your memory. You then dug into the large plate of pasta in front of you, relishing in the flavor. You never got tired of what Seokjin cooked, and you began to imagine if he made things like this at home. You smiled inwardly at your silly thought. You didn’t really have a crush on him, but you couldn’t help but wonder what being with him was like; he was attractive and nice to you. Other guys like Taehyung and Jungkook also slipped into your thoughts when you zoned out in classes, and you did your best to chase them away. You didn’t want to deal with a romance when you had to focus on your education and upcoming career. Besides, you had an inkling that your parents were going to try and arrange a marriage for you in the future, as they had and never would approve of anyone you picked yourself. It was tough being your parents’ daughter.

You brushed off your childish feelings and focused on eating and the view outside. You admired the white lights of Seoul glowing from buildings and busy streets below you, and you thought of all the people going about their lives down there. You liked your city just fine, but you also wished you could travel away from it every once in a while. With busy schedules, you didn’t really have time for the family vacations you wished you could take. You wanted to go to Europe, South America, a forest, or somewhere that just wasn’t Seoul. You’d even appreciate a day trip to Incheon at that point. You looked away from the windows to Jihoo as your mind wandered.

“Do you think we could go somewhere?” you asked.

He raised his eyebrows over the rim of his wine glass. “What do you mean?”

“Like, get out of the city, I don’t know,” you mumbled. “I feel so stuck sometimes, and mom and dad are too busy to take me anywhere.”

He gave you a small smile, and you could see pity in his eyes. You kind of hated it, but you understood. “Next time you have a break from school, I’ll drive you to the beach. How does that sound?”

You grinned at him. “Sounds perfect.”

You finished the remainder of your meal in relative silence, only making quiet comments every so often. You took care of the check, being sure to leave a large tip for the lovely staff. As you got up to leave, Jihoo reached into his jacket pocket.

“I need to use the restroom, go ahead and start the car,” he ordered.

You nodded and took the keyring from him, gathering your purse up and leaving the cozy restaurant. The air outside was nice and cool, but the lights in the lot were oddly blacked out, even though the sun had set hours ago. You had to use your phone screen to see as you hurried over to your car got into the driver’s seat, clicking on a light and putting the key into the ignition. You decided that you’d drive home, since Jihoo had agreed to take you out to begin with. He did enough for you; you owed him. You tapped your fingers idly on the steering wheel as you looked out the passenger window and waited for your guard to appear. He took a bit longer than you expected, but it wasn’t too terribly long before you faintly saw a figure leave the restaurant doors and make its way over to you in the darkness, and you started up the engine as he had asked you to do. You buckled yourself in as the door opened and Jihoo slid into the passenger seat.

At least, you thought it was Jihoo, until you looked over and saw a man - a complete stranger - with a black mask covering his mouth, dark sunglasses over his eyes despite the lack of sunshine, and a black beanie over his hair. You let out a surprised scream at the sight of him and not your guard, and you fumbled to unbuckle yourself hastily to get out of the vehicle. You froze when you felt a cool metal press against the side of your neck. Upon raising your head fractions of an inch at a time, you came face-to-face with the barrel of a gun, and behind it was a man similar to the one next to you in the back seat. How had you not noticed him before? You didn’t know, but you didn’t have time to consider it as you desperately sucked air into your lungs.

“Calm down,” the man next to you said. “We won’t hurt you if you do as we say.”

You didn’t dare move. You didn’t look at either of them, focusing your eyes down.

“Put your seatbelt back on and drive,” he said.

You obeyed slowly. Your hand shook as you took the car out of park and put it into drive, trying to keep tears of fear from clouding your vision as you left the dark parking lot to drive down the hill. Where was Jihoo when you really needed him?

Another thought crept into your head when you got to a stop light: your vigilant guard wouldn’t let some stranger just walk into your car. He should’ve been back from the restroom at that time. Was he okay?

Something in the back of your head told you that you wouldn’t ever know.

Chapter 3

“I’ll never forget that experience. I went through seven steel doors and metal detectors so sensitive that my tie tack and the nails in my shoes were enough to set off an alarm. Finally, I reached an inner chamber where Bundy and I were to meet. He was brought in, strip-searched, and then surrounded by six prison guards while he talked to me. Midway through our conversation, the lights suddenly went dim.

Ted said, ‘Just wait a moment, and they will come back on.’

I didn’t realize until later what had happened. The prisoner knew that his executioners were testing the electric chair that would take his life the next morning” - James Dobson on his interview with serial killer Ted Bundy, hours before his execution.


The bastard was testing your patience, standing on the other end of the glass, waving at you, as if you were his child attending her first day of class. You scowled in response, earning that devil-may-care smirk of his. You didn’t know why you’d agreed to this, but you didn’t have time to reconsider when three of Crowley’s minions charged at you. With a single raise of your palms, the three mediocre demons went flying against the steel wall, screaming in pain as you tilted your head at them. You couldn’t explain your power, but you knew it was strong. You could kill anyone, anything with just a flick of your wrist. You would even give Lucifer himself a run for his money, and the demon watching you knew it just as well as you did.

“That’s enough, (Y/n).” Crowley said, resting his hand on your shoulder. You released the demons and they practically sprinted out of the room, desperate to get as far away from you as possible. “I have to admit, you are coming along quite nicely.” He praised, running his hand down your back as he walked you out of the training room that he’d designed specially for you.

It was no secret around Hell that the King had taken to you, and in more than one way. Yes, you were immensely powerful, that was an obvious factor in his attention towards you, but there was also something else about the way his eyes seemed to glisten every time they fell on you.

“What are we doing?” You asked as he lead you into his office. You’d only been in here once before and that was the day Crowley first brought you to Hell.

“I wanted to discuss something with you; something that I’ve been thinking on for quite some time.” He admitted and you suddenly felt a tad nervous. You sat down and waited patiently for him to continue. “I want you by my side. Always.” He said. You raised your brow for him to continue. “I was worried that you being in such a close relationship with me would bring danger your way, but I realize now that you’re more than capable of fending for yourself. Well, uh,” He cleared his throat, nerves seeming to suddenly spring to life in him. “Of course, you can say no, but it would be greatly appreciated, and uh, enjoyed if you were to attend meetings, trips, and even deals with me.” He furrowed his brows, going over his words.

“Are you asking me to be your little hellhound?” You teased.

“What? No, no such thing! I would never-”

“Crowley, I’m teasing.” You laughed at him. “Yes, I would love to be your partner in crime.” As much as Crowley got on your nerves at times, you did adore him.

Well, That's Unfortunate (Pietro x Reader) Part 6

Summary: As the newest addition to the tower, Y/N has to deal with the process of fitting in with the others. Everyone seems to like her, though, apart from one person in particular. Shit is about to go down.

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Part Six

You walked slowly into the living room, where the entire team was getting ready to watch a movie. Nick said they weren’t expecting you, which was better, you supposed. They looked so happy, and for a moment you felt like joining the group wasn’t such a bad idea anyway.

“Hey guys,” you stated. Your voice spoke barely louder than a whisper, and it was raspy and groggy. They spun around, a look of shock on their face. They were obviously surprised to see you, and to be honest, you couldn’t blame them. You must have looked very different; your skin was much paler than usual, and you had dark circles under your red, tired, and almost blood-shot eyes.

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anonymous asked:

back in high school I went and saw man of steel with my friends for my birthday. we've been scattered around the world the past couple years but most of us are back in town and we're making a night of it for my bday again :)

That is really awesome, I’m so happy for you! The DCEU kinda brings you guys together, like the Justice League! Hope you all enjoy and have just as good of a time as you did for MoS, if not better!