what a bunch of good looking brothers

Flirting Takes You Somewhere


Prompt (Anon request): Can you do a Clint Barton x little sister one where Tony hires her to be the teams personal chef cause he loves her cooking? Clint gets overprotective cause the guys on the team are flirty and she’s just a kid in his eyes since she’s fresh out of college. She loves her big brother but she loves to torment him too so she flirts with Bucky and teases Clint. Bucky ends up asking her out.

Words: 2000.

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, but my life is hectic right now. Thank you so much for requesting, dear! Requests are open. If you want to be tagged, tell me and I will arrenge it!


“Cut those in small pieces,” you said as you placed a bowl of potatoes in front of your older brother, Clint. He looked at the bowl, then at you, then back at the bowl and finally back at you.

“You’re kidding me, right?”

You shot him a glare and he was smart enough to just grab the knife and start cutting.

While that was being solved, you focused on getting the rest of dinner ready.

You were a guest at the Avenger Compound. Being close to your brother meant a lot of hanging out with the Avengers, but you had never cooked for them.

You had no idea how you had gotten into the kitchen – with Clint­ of all people. Actually, you did. Sam Wilson and his need to bet on everything and, as a proud person, you couldn’t refuse. So you bet that you could make Natasha Romanoff moan while tasting your food.

Everything had to be perfect.


“Ready to lose?” Sam whispered in your ear, from behind you.

You smirked and glanced at him from over your shoulder. “Only in your dreams, birdy.”

The entire team sat around the gigantic table, everyone filling their plates with the plenty of food you made Clint place around.

The bet said you had to let Clint help and everyone knew how awful he was at the kitchen, so you made him do simple things: cut the potatoes and set the table. Knowing your plan, he took an extra-long time in cutting the potatoes.

You sat with Clint on your right and Bucky on your left, Steve by Bucky’s other side and Natasha right in front of you.

The team tried to conceal the glances they threw at Natasha as she prepared her first spoonful. Is a whimper a moan? She had to close her eyes? She had to whimper a word or just a wordless moan would suffice? You should have settles rules with Sam first.

Natasha rose the fork to her mouth and froze when the food touched her tongue.

Oh my. You had tasted it, it was delicious. How embarrassing would it be if Natasha hated it?

For three agonizing seconds, the room was dead silent, which was impressive on its own.

“I think my tongue just met with God.”

And then she began chewing and her eyes closed and she… moaned.

“YES!” Clint screamed beside you, standing up with his hands reaching for the ceiling.

“No way!” Sam shrieked before placing his fork in mouth. Sam whimpered.

Not a single word was said during dinner. Well at least not to each other. Some mumbling words escaped from here and there, but they were all quiet and, most importantly, all praises.

When everyone finished, Tony turned to face you.

“How on Earth do you do that?”

“Four years of cooking and experimenting new flavors in college does have its perks,” you explained and then smirked at Sam.

“So you just graduated?” Steve asked. Clint had told him that already, but he wanted to talk to you.

“Yep,” you confirmed, “I’m looking for a job now, but no one wants someone fresh out of college,” you sighed.

Few of them knew what the struggle was for those who had just finished college and were looking for a good job.

“What if you worked here?” Tony blurted out suddenly.


“I’d pay you, of course. I’d probably get fat too, because I wouldn’t stop eating, but you’d have a job and be near your brother,” Tony eyes light up as the idea formed in his mind.

“Plus a bunch of lunatics as friends,” Sam chimed in, grinning, “Or more,” he winked at you, making you chuckle.

“And no need to wash or clean anything,” Tony quipped his eyebrows, “I’m a genius so no one actually has to do it.”

“I’d cook for all of you?”


“I’ll gladly take it.”

“Yes!” Came the response from everyone surrounding you.

Everyone was beaming, but Bucky’s small smile was the most beautiful.


“Need any help?”

You turned to see Steve leaning against the doorway.

“If you’re not busy and trust me with a knife near you, sure,” you threw a smile over your shoulder.

“I’m sure I’ll survive.”

You asked him to mix the sauce while you cut the meat.

“You sure you don’t want me do that?” Steve asked. He flexed his arms to show off the bulging muscles from under the shirt he wore.

Poor seams.

Steve wanted to flirt? Two could play at this game.

“Believe it or not, Steve, I’m very talented with my hands,” you winked at him.

Red peppers should feel jealous of his blush.


You were walking around the Compound, a book and a snack in hands when he suddenly appeared next to you.

“Hello, Princeza,” Pietro fell into a walk beside you, a grin on his lips, his hair all tousled from the run.

“Hello, Pietro,” you smiled back.

He turned and started walking backwards, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Just wanted to say that you look lovely today.”

You chuckled and thanked him before he took off running.


“Hey, [Y/n],” Wanda called you happily, “Wanna watch a movie with me?”


You settle on the gigantic couch and picked a movie that pleased your tastes and hers.

Through the movie, Wanda laid her head on your shoulder, snuggling close. By the end of it, she was peacefully sleeping and you didn’t want to disturb her, so you simply got more comfortable on the couch and decided on a nap.


You slept on the afternoon, so at night, you couldn’t sleep. Maybe, a little walk around the Compound would be helpful.

As you went past the lab, you saw a light. Bright and, as you got closer, more than one.

“Bruce?” you called, softly.

He looked at you from his notepad, a bit frightened.

“Yes, [Y/n]?”

You smiled softly at him, “Can’t sleep?”

He chuckled. “Not tonight. I’m almost done with this and my mind won’t settle until I finish it.”

“Oh, I’ll leave you to it, then.”

“You can’t sleep either?” he called before you made it out the door, his voice a bit shaky.

You turned to him again. “Nope.”

He scratched the back of his neck, his eyes not meeting yours. “Maybe some snack would help you settle? I could accompany you?”


You had just served your newest chocolate cake recipe. The first cake was enough to serve a piece for each person in the room. Thank God – or Thor really, since he was the one that suggested you baked more, “with his help, of course,” since he loved cooking – that you baked four.

“Lady [Y/n], this is divine,” Thor gushed, his eyes closed in delight.

“Why, thank you, Thor,” you smiled at him.

Steve, Tony, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda and Pietro all looked at you dreamily. Clint cleared his throat, annoyed that they wouldn’t stop flirting with you. They all recomposed themselves.

In Clint’s mind, you were only a child, a freshly-graduate woman. With a bunch of people he called family hoovering over you.

Bucky was the only one that escaped Clint’s radar, being subtle while looking at you.

“Maybe you should come to Asgard with me and become my Queen. We make a tremendous pair, don’t you think?” the God smiled brightly at you.

“I might agree with you, Thor.”

If there was one thing you loved, was teasing your older brother.


You turned your head to your right and then forward, trying to stretch it out. When you repeated the process to the other side, a cracking sound echoed throughout the kitchen.

“Wow, you’re tense,” Natasha exclaimed as she walked over you. You had a recipe book opened on the marble counter in the kitchen, your favorite place in the huge Compound. Nat served herself a glass with water and offered you one, which you refused.

“Am I?”

She looked at you. “Yes. Want me to help you with that?”

And that’s how you ended up in one of the stools, book forgotten as Natasha worked her gentile hands on your neck and shoulders, getting rid of all the knots.


Your crush on Bucky had developed to not being so small anymore, but how could you make him see? He was the only person that didn’t flirt you, the only one that you wanted to. Maybe you didn’t have to wait for him to do it.

And maybe you could be a perfect sibling and tease your older brother some more. You knew Clint didn’t like when the Team flirted with you, but would you truly pass out on a bunch of opportunities to annoy him? No way.

So, this happened:

Bucky had just came from the market with Steve and Sam, each of them with two bags in each hand full of food.

“Need any help?” you came to the kitchen, where the pair had just came in and where conveniently Clint was talking to Natasha.

“No, it’s okay, we got it,” Bucky responded, his features calm upon setting the groceries on the counter. Steve and Sam followed suit.

“Doesn’t surprise me, with all those muscles of yours,” you dismissively said.

Clint promptly sent you a side-glance, quirking his eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

Steve, noticing the not-so-subtle actions, bumped his arm on Bucky and looks pointedly at [Y/n].

Natasha spoke, “Hey, I need someone to test the new Widow Bites.” No one answered, all looked at her in fear. “Sam’s wings and Steve’s shield. Now.” She left the room and the two quickly followed quickly.

In fact, they went to the Security Room and watched it all from the cameras.


You always cooked with music, no exceptions. What changed, if someone was observing, was if you’d dance or not.

No one was in the kitchen as you finished dinner, so what was the harm in swaying your hips and bumping your head to the rhythm? None, except-

“I can show you how to dance to this kind of songs, if you want.”

You quickly turned to see Bucky leaning against the counter.

“Would you, really?”

You were listening to some old 40s classics, obviously Bucky knew how to dance to them.

“Yeah. If you want, that is.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled at him. Before he realized, he was smiling back.



So you turned the oven off and stood in front of him.

“How do we do this, Sergeant?”

“Like this,” he guided one of your hands to his shoulder and the other to his own hand, while he placed his free hand on your waist. As he instructed you on your feet, two steps front, one step back. Only increasing in speed to actually match the song’s.

By the end of the lesson, you were both laughing and breathing heavily. As a final move, right when the song was about to end, Bucky dipped you while holding onto your lower back gently but firmly.

“Very good,” he praised, bringing you to an upright position again, his steel eyes focused on yours. You couldn’t help but return his gaze, your hands still on his shoulders and his resting lightly on your waist. “I’m impressed.”

“I had a great teacher.”

At that, he laughed.

“[Y/n],” he said, focusing entirely on you again, “Would you go on a date with me?”

Bucky thought your smile could light up the world.

“I’d love to.”

The other were all bundled up on the doorway of the kitchen, hiding their lower parts behind the wall but their upper bodies visible as they leaned to the side to watch you and Bucky, trying – as in, completely failing – in being subtle.

“Why do you get mad at us for flirting with her, but not with Bucky who has his hands all over her?” Tony whispered-yelled, grumpily crossing his arms over his chest. A typical two-year-old tantrum.

Clint grinned, “Because he truly knows her value.”


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[CNETZ][Weibo] Serious Chanyeol at London Fashion Week

Some celebrities attended London Fashion Week only for staged photography and publicity stunts. But someone was so serious that, with his brows furrowed, he read over the brochure. Asides from Chanyeol, who else could be so serious….

[+960] Chrison, I’ve been waiting for your post of Yeolie for so long.. very cute post without the slightest hint of routine procedure as expected (tn: Chrison adores Chanyeol since Roommate era. As a fashion blogger with 4m followers, it’s his daily routine to write posts about various celebrities. But his posts about Chanyeol normally reflect more of his personal affection for Chanyeol.) 

[+799] lol, chanyeol is so cute. Even his raw news pictures from western media looks so good. Who else? (tn: cnetz believe raw pictures posted by western media normally look terrible) 

[+637] so handsome. The picture posted by Marie-Claire also looks extremely handsome 

[+505] hahahah this bro really is too cute! His doll-like face makes him look like a cute little brother when sitting among a bunch of western girls with heavy makeup on~ our chanyeol is too cute

[+369] such a serious face, cute 

[+218] who is chanyeol? Tell me more about him! So fucking cute 

[+172] “who am I? Where am I? what am I doing?” 

[+212] tho I don’t know who he is, he is very handsome!

bee-wrecker  asked:

So how would the aliens react towards watching some of their human crewmates favorite movies ranging from horror to fantasy to comedy to romance?

This is a beautiful idea! I absolutely love movies, though I tend to steer clear of horrors, but trust me, because of how much I watch Cinema Sins, I think I can do at least one horror movie!

By the way, spoilers ahead.

They wanted to have a movie night.

Of course Xylion had heard rumors of these things, but he had little idea what they were. On his planet, entertainment had not been something they focused on. His planet steered more towards hard work and education, but of course there were a few individuals who preferred the fun route, as they called it. His second brother was one of those people.

Xylion was currently seated in the break room, watching the humans argue about which one to watch first. He sighed.

“Mine is better! Who even wants to watch a horror movie?” Human Jenny proclaimed, the colorful case in her hand seeming to be shine under the light.

Human Isaac rolled his eyes. “Hey, who wants to watch yours?”

“Mine is a classic!”

“Hey, you two, please don’t fight.” Human Quinn said, attempting to stop her boyfriend and Human Jenny from fighting.

Human Fredrick sighed. “Let’s let Xylion decide first. He is the guest, after all.”

Xylion was suddenly handed a bunch of cases. He looked down and flipped through them. That’s when he held up the one Human Quinn had handed him. “Let’s do this one.”

All the other humans groaned, but didn’t say anything. Human Quinn shook her head. “All of you are rude, you hear me?”

Xylion said nothing as the movie began to play. As he watched, he memorized parts of the plot.

Poor guy falls in love with rich woman. The two date, then get separated. They then meet again and fight, yet still love one another. Then, it shows two old people in the hospital reading a notebook, and then they both die.

Xylion did not enjoy it. He found it strange, yet Human Jenny and Human Quinn were in tears.

“I hate watching this movie because it makes me cry so much!” Human jenny exclaimed, blowing her nose.

Human Quinn agreed with her and the two wrapped their arms around one another, sobbing. The men just stared at them.

“What was that movie called?”

The Notebook.”

Next, Xylion chose Human Mason’s movie. He stared at the pink cover. “You really want to watch this one, Mace?” Human Isaac asked, looking up at him.

“There’s no blood.”


Xylion sighed as the movie started to play.

It started with a young girl looking up at the sky. He older sister then came out and the younger sister asked about the swan constellation up in the sky. The movie then began with a girl who was turned into a swan, but she was able to turn into a girl in the day. She has to stop an evil fairy, falls in love with a prince, the fairy tries to stop her, she starts dying, then the two get hit with a spell and their hands are intertwined, and then everything is well and they get married.

When it was over, Human Jenny was sobbing while Human Fredrick absentmindedly patted her back.

“What movie was that?”

Barbie’s Swan Lake.”

“Okay, that was…interesting.”

The next one was Human Jenny’s. She was excited about this one.

The movie started off with a girl projectile vomiting over a crowd while singing, which Xylion found very disgusting. It then showed a girl going to college and joining with the singing group. They went to competitions, won a few, got embarrassed a bit, fell in love with people, etcetera. Xylion was kind of bored of it.

Human Jenny was trying to get everyone else to sing along with the songs, and Human Fredrick joined in out of sympathy, but the others didn’t sing.

“What was that one called?”

Pitch Perfect.”


The next was Human Isaac’s.

It started off with a girl getting a call from someone, but then she learns her bofriend is kidnapped and she ends up being murdered. Then it goes to another girl, who is dealing with the one year anniversary of her mother’s death. She is attacked by the same killer, but survives. She then starts suspecting her boyfriend, and stays with her best friend. The school is closed down and the principal is killed. And then a dude throws a party, she and her boyfriend consummate their relationship, her friend gets killed, and soon later the killer is revealed to be her boyfriend and the dude who threw the party.

Xylion was actually kind of shocked by this one. He wasn’t expecting that one.

“It wasn’t the worst one. What was it called?”

Scream, the 1996 version.”

“It wasn’t the worst one.”

However, Human Jenny was not happy about this, as she was still ignoring Human Isaac.

The last one was Human Fredrick’s, and everyone seemed interested in this one.

It started with a group being attacked by some dude with a spear, and they were turned against one another. It then went to a dude who had been frozen in ice, a girl who beat up a bunch of guys, a dude who was a doctor, and a guy who had a tech suit. They all gathered together and went to kill that spear guy, but the dude was taken by his brother. They then fought, became friends, and then the spear guy turned them against one another and separated them, but they got the arrow dude back. They then fought off a bunch of aliens and then won.

Xylion liked it, but he was sort of offended about the alien thing, but they didn’t look like him so he was okay.

“What was that one called?”

The Avengers, one of my most favorite franchises.”

Xylion attempted to smile. “I liked it.”

Human Fredrick chuckled. “It’s pretty good. They have more too, we can watch them all some other time, yeah?”


Xylion liked movies. While some were better than others, they all were relatively entertaining.

He couldn’t wait to watch more.

I don’t know.

Was it good?

I hope so. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it! And don’t worry, I’m starting on your other ask in just a second!

Remember, if you want to ask me anything, then go on ahead! I am going to be working on it as long as I can tonight!

Girls’ Night

Absolutely none of this is my work - I read this little scene in another favorite series of mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood by JR Ward and her spin-off series Black Dagger Legacy - I cannot recommend them enough!) and thought it would be great if our favorite characters from ACOTAR (by Sarah J Maas) were in it.  This part is specifically from JR Ward’s book, Blood Kiss.  I hope you laughed as much as I did when I read this scene, and enjoy it with the ACOTAR characters!


Nesta looked over at the archway from the library desk she had been stuck at for the past two weeks.  She never realized being the Emissary of Prythian for the Human Realm would entail so much work.  Standing together in the archway were Feyre, Elain, and Amren, glasses of wine and plumed pens in their hands.

“We’re prepared to scribe up and help with the invitations,” Feyre said.  “And then we’ve asked for dinner on special service, because we’re doing girls’ night with a movie upstairs in the theater.”

“Magic Mike XXL just came out on DVD,” Amren chimed in.  “We have a moral obligation to support the arts, even if they’re just the human ones.”

“I haven’t seen the first one,” Elain murmured.  “They tell me his pelvis is double-jointed.  Is that true?”

Amren came forward and took the paperwork out of Nesta’s hands.  “Come on, you look like you need a girls’ night.  Cresseida and Mor are joining us.  So are Viviane and Nuan.  We’re getting all of us together - it’s about time.”

For a split second, Nesta felt guilty about easing into the friendship that was being offered.  It seemed….too frivolous when she thought about all she wasn’t able to do for everyone else.

Feyre leaned in.  “We’ve told the males that they can’t come in.  Mostly because if they see that Channing guy up on the big screen - “

Amren finished, “ -we’re going to need to do a remodel after they’re done with things.”

“Back to the double-jointed business,” Elain kicked in.  “I mean, how does he walk?”

“Very well, sister.”  As Feyre answered, she put an arm around Nesta’s shoulders.  “Very, very well.”

Then they began setting down ink jars and papers and handed Nesta a glass of wine, who began to blink fast.  Part of the emotion was relief at a break from all the work she had been buried under.  The other half was a gratitude so great, her chest could barely contain the emotion.

“Ladies,” she said, putting her arm around Feyre’s waist.  “Let’s do the addressing quickly - so we can get to the undressing.”


“I’m sorry….they’re doing WHAT?”

As Cassian spoke, he looked at the males-only group sitting around the mansion’s dining room table.  Not one of his brothers or any of the other males were laughing or talking loudly.  The bunch of sad sack losers was just sitting in front of half-eaten plates and untouched glasses of vodkas, bourbon and whiskey like a roll call of basset hounds who’d lost their anti-depressants.

Not what he’d expected to find as he came late to dinner.

When Nesta had texted him and told him she was working with the females on something, it had seemed like a good idea to take care of some trainee stuff.

He hadn’t banked on this funeral thing just because the ladies were doing a project.

“Hello?”  he demanded.  “You guys lost your hearing along with your sac or something?”

Rhys inhaled like he was about to break the news of a death in the family.  “They’re having a movie night.”

Cassian rolled his eyes and went over to his chair.  Yeah, it was a little weird to sit down without his Nesta by his side, but for Cauldron’s sake, it was nothing to go Prozac over.  Besides, he was glad his female had friends in the house-

“They’re watching Magic Mike,” someone said.

“Is that a children’s show?”  He started filling his plate with heaping piles of lamb.  “Varian, pass the salt over here, would-“

Cassian stopped talking as he realized the entire table of males was looking at him.  “What?”

“You haven’t heard of Magic Mike?”  Lucien demanded.

“No.”  He leaned back again as Azriel handed him a drink.  “Thanks.  Is it like Barney?”

“It’s about strippers,” Lucien countered.

Cassian frowned and lowered his glass from his lips.  “I’m sorry?”

Kallias came in from the pantry with a scowl like somebody had shot his favorite fox courier.

“Naked,” Kallias muttered as he sat where Nesta should have been.  “Buck-ass naked.  And they’re humans.  Cauldron, it’s like being shown up by a pack of dogs.”

“In thongs,” someone else bitched.  “Dogs in thongs.”

Cassian followed through on taking a drink this time, swallowing the burn, welcoming the heat in his gut.  Okay, fine, it was a bit of a surprise to find that he kept going until the glass was empty, but hey, he had a lot to think about.  On one level, the fact that his mate was watching a movie with her buddies, even if it did involve some nakey, really wasn’t a big deal.

On another level, he wanted to find the electrical box and cut the power to that part of the mansion.

Then torch the DVD.  And the screen.

And take his mate to bed just to show her all the tricks he had over some actor in a - oh, Cauldron, a thong?

“It’s fine,” he heard himself say as he motioned to Az for a refill.  “I mean, first of all, they love us - and second, it’s not like it’s an X rated -“

“They show a cock pump,”  Helion said with a wide smile, like he was helping.  “And in action.  You know, it’s on a cock and it’s pumping-“

Kallias unsheathed a dagger from somewhere and pointed the thing a Helion’s head.  “You keep talking like that and I’ma trim your hair.  With my eyes closed.”

Helion laughed.  “Yeah, whatever, big boy.  I thought you had more mojo than to get worked up over something like this.  You really that insecure?”

“You want insecure,” Kallias said.  “I’ll make you-“

“Okay, okay,”  Cassian cut in.  “Leave it, Kallias.  It’s fine, it’s great - they’re just enjoying themselves.  What’s wrong with that?  It’s not like they’re sleeping with the guy.”

“You sure about that?”  Helion smiles.  “You don’t think they’re fantasizing about-“

The collective growl that rose up from the males was so loud, it managed to agitate the crystals in the enormous chandelier hanging over the table.  And the Lord of Day Court was an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid.

Moving slowly, like there were multiple guns pointed at him, he put his hands up in submission.  “Sorry.  Whatever.  I’ll stop before all this lame-ass uncomfortability you bunch of morons are sporting kills me.”

“Wise choice,” Cassian said dryly.  “Not that I wouldn’t mind hitting you right now.  Although that’s not specific to this sitch.”

Helion went back to eating, shoving food in his face.

The other males weren’t so quick to do a reset on things, those narrowed eyes still trained on the male with the big mouth.

“Come on, boys, it’s fine.”  Cassian said.  He cut a piece of lamb off and put it in his mouth.  “Mmmm.  Delish.”

In reality, the stuff tasted like cardboard, but he made a show of the yummies.  He couldn’t keep it up, though.

Two minutes later, he was shoving a full plate away and nursing his second whiskey.  “Really.  They should have a little independence.  They don’t need to be locked at our hips.  It’s about time they do something just for them.  This is great.”

Next to him, Kallias glared.  “Is it.  You like the idea of Nesta looking at some other male’s junk?”

“It’s not X-rated-“ As his voice squeaked, he cleared his throat.  “I mean, it couldn’t be…no, it’s not-“

“I already checked,”  Lucien muttered.  “They have the DVDs - they’re probably watching the extended, uncut versions.”

“So the strippers aren’t circumcised?”  Helion put his palms up again before the growling got even worse.  “Cauldron, you guys are SO damn touchy.”

Cassian shook his head and decided the prick was on his own.  “So, yeah, I mean, a little gyrating - a pec pump or two.  It’s nothing to get worked up over.”  Gesturing to a servant by the door, he said, “Can I have a refill over here?”

“Of course.  Would anyone care for dessert?”

Cassian glanced at Varian.  “What do you say there, Vari?”

When Varian just swished his ginger ale around in his glass, Cassian cursed and said to the servant, “This one here will have some even if no one else does.”

“Bring me the dessert,” Varian spoke up.

The servant bowed.  “But of course, sire.  I shall fix you a plate-“

“No.  I want the whole dessert.  All of the cake and all of the ice cream.”

Annnnnnnnnnndd that was how Varian ended up with a morose audience of however many playing witness to his consuming fifteen small chocolate cakes and two gallons of vanilla ice cream.  

It was like watching paint dry, except there was no chemical smell and the room was the same color before and after.

The good news was that the booze was doing its job, fuzzing out Cassian’s mind, making his body both numb and horny.  “May I have another?” he asked a passing servant who was removing the final chocolate-smudged plate.  “Thank you very much.”

When his glass came back, he pushed his chair away from the table.  “I’m out.  I’ve got some work to do.”

And no offense to any of them, but hanging around their vibe was just making him more depressed.  Any more of this and he was going to start braiding the noose.

Walking out, he paused in the grand foyer.  Looked up the stairs.  Tried to imagine his Nesta ogling some actor in his underwear.

“Really, it’s fine.  Good for her.”

He took his phone out and called up their text string.  Hesitating, he thought he’d just send her something, you know, to remind her that….


In years past, he would never have given a shit about something like this.  Nesta wasn’t only the love of his life; she was a female of worth who would never cheat on him.  And hello, it wasn’t like she’d checked into a seedy motel with the guy, for fuck’s sake.  She was hanging with her friends just like he hung out with his.

This was ridiculous.

He was NOT the jealous type-

The sound of boots approaching had him glancing over his shoulder.  It was Varian, and the male had a frothy glass of Alka-Seltzer in his hand.

Varian looked up the stairs.  And dollars for dipshits, he was thinking exactly what Cassian was.

“I’m going up,” the male announced.

“Now wait, wait, wait.”  Cassian grabbed that males huge forearm and squeezed. “It’s not like you can just burst in there.”

“Why not?”

“It’s girls’ night.”

“So I’ll put on a dress.”

“Fucking hell, Varian.  REALLY?”

Next out were Kallias, Lucien and Azriel.  And then everyone else, including Rhys and Thesan, who, in spite of not being officially mated, was right there along the hound-faced rest of them.

“We are NOT going up there,”  Cassian announced.  “We’re going to go play some pool, and get drunk, and talk about all the training we accomplished at the camps.  We’re going to have a great fucking day - night, whatever the fuck it is.  Now pick your balls up off the floor and let’s start behaving like men.”


“He has skills.  I’m just saying.”

As Viviane spoke up, the captivated audience that was focused on the big screen was in total, very unmuted agreement.

Nuan let out another of her now-trademark wolf whistles.

Amren cursed and threw more Milk Duds at the image, yelling, “Damn, son, you get that shit!  You get it!”

Nesta just laughed again.  She couldn’t decide what was more amusing, the movies or the company - probably the company.  Although the humans were not hard on the eyes, she had to admit.

And then it was time for another round of hooting and hollering.

Cauldron, she couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed this hard.  There was something about being with the girls that made the jokes both worse and better at the same time, and the giggling louder, and the silliness more stupid.

All of which was a very beautiful thing, as it turned out.

It also reminded her of how great it was to be accepted for exactly who she was, no external expectations laid on her, no shortfalls she hadn’t volunteered cutting her down.  No judgement, just love.

Plus a number of naked guys who were almost as hot as her male?  Not a hardship.

When the final scene was over and the credits started to roll, they clapped like the actors could hear them all the way out in California.

“Can you teach me how to whistle like that?”  someone asked Nuan.

“You just put two lips around your fingers and blow,” the female replied.

“Isn’t that a line from a movie?”  somebody else chimed in.

“Are they doing a third one-“

“Magic Mike Ginormous-“

“We need to watch one and two again first as prep - we’ve got a tradition to uphold-“

“Anybody see Nine and a Half Weeks lately-“

“What’s that-“

One by one, they stood up from the padded leather recliners and stretched in the dim, windowless room, backs cracking, shoulders unknotting.  And it was funny - Nesta felt the urge to cut through the conversation and say something profound and meaningful, just to acknowledge the space they’d been in.  But the right words didn’t come.

Instead, she said, “Hey, can we do this again?”

Then again, maybe that was exactly what she meant.

Well, what do you know, the peanut gallery was so on board: The rousing cheer was as loud as the hoots at the dance scenes, and the idea that this special time wasn’t a one-off made her feel a piercing kind of relief.

“I think we need a Chris Pratt marathon next.  Guardians of the Galaxy,” Feyre said.

“Is that the guy with the brother?”  Elain asked.

“That’s Hemsworth,” someone answered.

Starting the line for the departure up the middle aisle, Nesta wadded her empty Milk Duds box and made a rim shot with it into the trash.  Abruptly, she realized that she couldn’t wait to see Cassian - and not because of all the scenes of half-naked bodies.  She missed him - which was ridiculous, considering neither one of them had gone anywhere.

Heading for the door by the glass display of candy bars, she was smiling as she pushed open the -

“Dear…..God,” she blurted as she recoiled.

The hallway beyond was filled with the males of the house, all sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles.

Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, empty bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs.

“This is NOT as pathetic as it looks,” her Cassian pointed out.

“Liar,” Kallias muttered.  “It so fucking is.  I think I’m going to start knitting for reals.”

As the females emerged with her, each one of them registered shock, disbelief, and then wry amusement.

“Is it me,” one of the males groaned, “or did we just perform our own mass castration out here?”

“I think that just about sums this shit up,” somebody agreed.  “I’m wearing panties under my leathers from now on.  Anyone joining me?”

“Helion already does,” Kallias said as he got to his feet and went to Viviane.  “Hey.”

While the other pairs found one another, Cassian smiled as Nesta came over to him and put out her hand to help him off the floor.  As they embraced, he kissed her on the side of the neck.

“Are you out of love with me now?” he murmured.  “Cuz I’m pussy-whipped?”

She leaned back in his arms.  “Why?  Because you pinned after me while I was watching a dirty movie with my girls that wasn’t all that dirty?  I think it’s actually - and brace yourself - really pretty cute.”

“I’m still all male.”

As she rolled her body against him, she let out a mmmmmm as she felt his erection.  “Yes, I can tell.”


Thank you, @sparkleywonderful and @feysandsmut for the advice!

Case Study - Chapter One

Roman Reigns/OC

Authors Note: Umm there is some smut in here. Can’t have TCD Roman in a fic without it! Enjoy.

Tags: @lavitabella87 @fivefootxo @reigningxo @designrwriterchic @macfizzle @cool-snowball-22-blog

Monday – March 6, 2017

Virginia State University – Petersburg, VA

8:30 a.m.


“Each of you will be assigned a case study as your final project. This will determine whether you graduate with you Masters in Forensic Psychology or are back in my class next semester.”

My pen tapped against my bottom lip waiting for my professor, Dr. Hayes, to get to the good part of his lecture, Every chance I got I dropped hints to him about what pick I wanted for my case study. Being his top student, I hoped he would give me what I wanted.

“When we are finished here this morning I want you all to go home and take a good look at your files,” Dr. Hayes requested as he began to pass out large manila folders, “Now I am aware that most of you had a preference which I took into consideration. I think you will find that your picks are in order.”

The class of ten sat quietly, all of us waiting for him to continue.

“Well, the suspense is killing me. Go on and open them.”

The sound of paper and objects hitting the tables then audible gasps and groans filled the room. My file sat face down as I marveled my badge for a few seconds then sat it aside. Opening the folder containing my subject, I smiled knowing my pick would be staring back at me but I was wrong. My eyes widened at the name and photo staring back at me.


Roman Reigns.


Dr. Hayes tapped my table gathering my attention. “I know you wanted the Black Widow but I felt like that would be too easy for you, Anamaris. Reigns will give you the challenge, the Black Widow will not.

Jennifer Reid, also known as the Black Widow, sodomized and tortured more than forty-five men. She was always interesting to me. Jennifer looked like a girl next door, sweet and innocent.

“With all due respect, I don’t think that I can handle Roman Reigns.”

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could handle three months of sitting alone with Reigns.

“Don’t doubt yourself, Ana. I’ve got an abundance of faith in you.”

Dr. Hayes walked away without giving me a chance to rebuttal, returning to the podium at the front of the room fielding questions from the others in the room. I had started to drown their voices out, glancing over the file that sat in front of me. This man was six foot three (a foot and six inches taller than I) and weighed 265 pounds (145 pounds heavier than I). Little me sitting in a room, alone with a man that’s been convicted of killing a dozen of women.

“Alright class. This will be the last formal meeting unless something else comes up. The five of you who have males I will see you tomorrow morning at Marion Correctional Treatment Center at 9 a.m. And the five who have women, I will see you tomorrow morning at Fluvanna Correction Center at 10 a.m.”

Tuesday – March 7, 2017

Marion Correctional Treatment Center – Petersburg, VA

9:10 a.m.

After grocery shopping, I went home to my apartment to read over my files to prepare myself to meet Roman Reigns face to face. Dr. Hayes sent me links to a few of his court appearances and a section of the interrogation video. I thought watching the videos would help, they did nothing to ease my nerves and anxiousness.

“Alright, kiddos,” Dr. Hayes voice carried through the waiting area, “You’ve been briefed, you have everything you need and were taught emergency precautions. I will check on you weekly via email. If you need anything beyond that you all know where to find me. Good luck and stay safe.”

With those final words, we were directed to our designated areas. I was placed in one of the quiet rooms, there was no door just an open-door frame. I sat everything I felt I would need on the table while I waited on Roman to be brought in.

The guard brought him into the room with no cuffs, gave a nod and turned to stand with his back to us.

“Good morning, Mr. Reigns. Would you like to have a seat,” I asked softly.

His lips turned up into a smirk as his eyes moved to meet mine. He wore gray sweats and a crisp, white v-neck t-shirt. Hair pulled up on the crown of his head into a bun.

“Ladies first, Mrs. Shepard.”

“How did you know my name?”

Roman’s smirk grew into a big smile. “I know everything. Being in here stops nothing. Now,” he said pulling out my chair, “Your seat.”

With much caution, I took my seat allowing him to push my chair up under the table. Besides him killing all those women, Roman was very much the gentleman everyone who knew him claimed that he was. He took his seat placing both hands on the table.

“I’m not married,” I murmured flipping through my file.

“What was that?”

“I’m not married,” I repeated looking up at him. “You called me ‘Mrs.’. I’m not married.” He nodded with his gaze fixed on mine. “Call me Anamaris. Please.”

“Whatever your little heart desires, Anamaris.”

I cleared my throat trying to concentrate on my questions. “Mr. Reigns, you were committed for multiple counts of murder. Correct?”

He rubbed through his growing bread still smiling. “How many do they have me down for, Anamaris?”

“Six. You were convicted of six murders.” Hs brows rose as a whistle passed his lips as if he were impressed with the number. “Is there something amusing, Mr. Reigns?”

“Call me Roman,” he said leaning onto his arms that were propped on the table. “The number just always amazes me.”

“What are you saying? Are there more than six victims?”

“If I told you that then I’d have to kill you,” he asserted roughly, “Hell, I might just do that anyway.”

Before I could respond the guard called out Roman’s last name forcefully to which Roan laughed loudly and raised his hands in surrender.

“Just joking with the beautiful lady. Just jokes.”

Fidgeting in my seat, I watched Roman who was picking with his nails and tried to get back on track. I only had another hour with him today just to get acquainted.

“Tell me about yourself, Roman. What was it like for you growing up?”

“I know what you’re expecting and that’s not it, babygirl.” Roman looked me in the eyes, no trace of emotion behind them. “An older sister and brother. We grew up in a two-parent home, upper middle class family. All three of us played sports, got good grades and all that good stuff. I’m the baby of the bunch but I’m in the middle when it comes to my cousins.”

“So you’ve got a big family? That must have been fun,” I suggested with a smile. This was the first time I had smiled at him the whole time we were in the room together.

“You’ve got a beautiful smile, Ana. You should do it more often.”

“Thank you, Roman. But about your family. Was it fun?”

Leaning back in his seat, his hands dropped to his lap and he got this far away look in his eyes. His family from what I read meant a lot to him, the tattoo that started from his wrist ending on his pectoral proved that much.

“It was more than fun. It was life, Anamaris. We didn’t need friends because we have each other. Nobody messed with us big bad Samoans either. Not even our girl cousins,” he explained with a smile.

“Big bad what now?” I asked intrigued by his words.

“Samoans,” he repeated slowly. “You like that, do you?”

“Just asking for clarification, Roman. You’re also Italian, correct?”

“Someone’s done their homework,” he laughed giving her a pointed look. “But I think it’s a little unfair that you know so much about you and I know so little about you.”

I shrugged looking behind Roman to the guard, who was doing a terrible job at acting like he wasn’t listening.

“I don’t really know what there is to say. I’m the youngest with three older siblings. I cheered and did gymnastics until I got my Bachelor’s degree. I’m going to be graduating with my Masters in June. That’s pretty much it.”

“Is there a boyfriend?” He seemed interested in what I had to say. That or he is very good at hiding the truth.

“No. and from what I’ve read you haven’t had a girlfriend since,” I trailed off remembering what happened.

“Since when,” he pushed leaning forward once again.

“Since she um since she found out that you killed her best friend, Destiny.’

“And how did I kill her, Anamaris? In detail, I know you’ve got it. I wanna hear the words fall from those pretty lips of yours.”

“You were waiting in her house after she had gotten home from work, you choked her with your bare hands until you broke her neck,” I said reciting what I had read in his file, “You left her on the floor of her bedroom. Her eyes were wide open.”

Roman stretched his hands out in front of him, opening and closing them. The veins in his hands and arms were becoming more and more prominent. I had gotten lost watching the act, Dr. Hayes had done a terrible service giving this case study to me.

“You better watch yourself, Ms. Shepard. Get too comfortable and you’ll end up like the rest of those women,” the guard yelled from the door.

“With all due respect, this has nothing to do with you and if I had any worried about my safety I would have already left this room. I would appreciate it if you would let me do what I am here to do.” I spoke with authority in my voice I didn’t need that guard messing up the rapport I had with Roman. One wrong word and he would shut down just like he did when he was interrogated. If I wanted to get graduate, I needed to keep Roman open to me.

The guard chuckled fixing his belt. “All I’m sayin’ is, this one here clearly doesn’t know how to control his emotions around pretty women like yourself. Probably embarrassed that his size don’t add up.”

Fire in his eyes, Roman stood from the table ready to lash out on the guard. I jumped up from my seat to rush around the table, putting my hands on his chest to stop him from going any further. Knowing that he could have easily thrown me out of his way, I caught his eye so that he would look away from the offending guard. The fire had started to die down in his eyes, but there was still a blaze there.

“Just focus, Roman. Focus on me.” I whispered ignoring the guard’s laughter.

Gently removing my hands from his chest, Roman moved around me and towards the door. I bit my lip hoping he didn’t lash out at the guard. If he lashed out my case study would be down the drain and I would be stuck by default retaking Dr. Hayes class in the fall. Instead of retaliating Roman let the guard know that he was ready to go back to his room leaving me by myself.

Wednesday – March 8, 2017

Marion Correctional Treatment Center

9:20 a.m.

Before meeting with Roman, I went to my supervising psychologist, Dr. Evans, to talk about the event that had taken place the day before. I didn’t leave his office until he agreed to put us in a more private place and the guard switched with another. In no way was I going to allow some incompetent guard ruin my semester.

After much deliberation, Roman and I were moved to a closed off quiet room. I went in with the understanding that there were no cameras and a door that I could close to give us more privacy. Dr. Evans understood how important this study was to me and accommodated me accordingly. However, his decision did not come without an understanding. I was given a hand-held alarm just in case Roman tried something to make me feel unsafe but he couldn’t give a reaction time.

“You know if you wanted to be alone with me all you had to do was tell me,” Roman joked making his presence known.

I asked him to close the door then took a seat on top of plain wooden desk

“I suggested we have more privacy. We don’t need anyone antagonizing you and making my work harder.”

“Is that right,” he asked causally.”

Roman was dressed the same as yesterday, only he wore light gray instead of white with his gray sweatpants. He walked closer to me, taking slow strides his eyes never leaving mine. He sighed as he braced himself on the table, hands on the side of each of my thighs.

“You’re very close, Roman. Too close.”

“If I’m too close then press your button. I know you have one, Anamaris. Press it,” he whispered putting his forehead against mine, “Unless you’re not scared.”

Turning my head away from him, I inhaled deeply gathering myself. Having him this close to me it was easy to see how he charmed the other victims. No one was able to tell him anything other than what he wanted to hear.

“I know when you went home yesterday you thought about what that guard said. It probably kept you up all night.” Roman’s nosed trailed up her neck to her ear where he bit down gently. “You wanna know if what he said was true and I’m more than willing to show you that it’s not.”

“Roman, we need to get back to work. I’m only here a little while longer.”

He groaned, moving to look me in my eyes putting his forehead back against mine. “You’re here until 4pm. After I show you what you want to know, we can go back to talking.” Roman didn’t wait for my answer, he started to left the hem of my dress slowly. He growled lowly in appreciation of my purple lace thong once was dress was around my hips. “You wore this dress on purpose. You want me, don’t you? I could tell by the way you look at me.”

“I thought my dress was cute is all.” My voice was above a whisper, going completely mute when I felt his fingers rub slowly over my clit. I gripped his biceps tightly, digging my nails into them.

“Right, Ana. We don’t have a lot of time as you said so let’s make this quick. Shall we?” Roman smiled wickedly as he pulled my thong off and placed it in his pocket. Pulling me to the edge of the desk by the backs of my thighs, he opened my legs wide giving me a glance before letting go.

Was I really about to let this serial killer fuck me, I thought to myself.

“Don’t think about it. Just relax for a second.”

Looking down, I saw that he had pulled his dick out of his sweats not bothering to push them down. It would be easy for him to slip it back in just in case someone came in, he was covered. Roman held my legs up as he slowly pushed inside of me. My pussy was having involuntary spasms as it was grabbing hold of his dick. From the look on Roman’s face, I thought he might lose it before he even got all the way inside of me.

“Fuck,” I moan softly. “You’re too big.”

“Mmm, just relax,” he whispered moving his right hand up to my throat. He squeezed gently. The action alerted me, my hands instinctively went to his wrists. Roman began to slide slowly in and out, while making a circling motion that really stimulated my clit ignoring me pulling on his wrist. “You wanna know how I killed the second girl? What was her name,” he grunted moving his left thumb to my clit rubbing harshly. “Oh, it was Dana.”

My hands fell to my nipples pinching them as I watched him concentrate on pumping in and out of me. Roman then groaned and said, “Yeah, I like to see that. Where was I?”

“Stop talking about,” I panted loudly, “Dana. Just do it, Roman.”

He choked me harder, leaving me gasping for air as he thrusted harder into me. “You wanted to talk, we’re multi-tasking, babygirl. As I was saying,” he said pushing my back flat onto the desk. “I was fucking her and I realized that she had to die. She fit and it hit me right before I came.” His hand left my throat, trailing down my body to my clit my back arching from his touch. His other hand kept me still as I writhed up under him. “I was nice and let her come,” he whispered.

My orgasm came rushing through me all at once, I tried to focus one on thing but his actions wouldn’t allow it. Roman continued to fuck me and choke me through my orgasm his eyes boring down into mine. If it weren’t for him choking, I would have screamed out forgetting about those outside the door, all I could do was groan through my gasps.

“Just as she came down, I squeezed tighter and kept fucking her. I squeezed and squeezed,” he groaned as his strokes became faster and sloppier. Roman kept squeezing, choking me harder as he spoke in a breathy tone. Tears fell from eyes as my fear set in. “Just as I came, she stopped breathing.” He pulled me up by my throat so we were nose to nose as he came. He was breathing hard, trying to catch his breath but his grip on my throat never faltered. My hands went to his wrists again, digging my nails into his wrists and wiggling against him.

“Shh. Shh,” he whispered in my ear. “I know you’re scared, don’t be. If I wanted to kill you, baby, you’d be dead already.”

Slowly, he removed his hands from my throat then pulled out of me, sighing at the feeling. With my hand to my chest, I coughed and gasped for air. I hopped off of the desk trying to push him out of my way but he wouldn’t move.

“Now, now, Anamaris. Don’t tell me you’re scared, I was only doing what you wanted—talking.”

Roman moved to pull my dress down but I slapped his hands away, fixing it myself. He laughed and continued to help me get myself together. He put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up so I would look at him. We looked into each other’s eyes for few seconds until a look of clarity crossed his face.

“You liked it but you’re scared, babygirl.” He leaned in, his mouth close to my ear. “I like that. I like that you know I could kill you or fuck you at any moment. Maybe both.”

“Please, don’t,” I whispered staring back at him.

“Not right now, Ana. We’ve got a lot to talk about, beautiful,” he said walking away and over to the sofa. “Come on and sit. We can do what you want now.”

“I think I’m gonna leave early.”

“Get over here now or I’ll change my mind and snap your neck.”

His spoke in a different tone. A lot meaner and rougher than I had heard before. He didn’t even talk to any of the detectives that way. When I looked over at him, he was staring up at the ceiling with his eyes closed. Carefully, I walked to the sofa, sitting as far away from him as I could.

“I have trouble controlling my anger, I’m sorry. I don’t get much company and I like yours,” he said in a much nicer tone. “I don’t want you to leave yet.”

“Threatening me isn’t how you get me to stay. And you can’t scare me like that then expect me to want to stay, Roman.”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, “It’s who I am.”

“Tell me about the real you so that I can understand,” I told him putting my knee up on the sofa.

“It’s a long story,” he sighed.

“And we’ve got nothing but time. I’m listening.”


Bucky Barnes- 

Safe – The reader has a nightmare and only wants Bucky. [Fluff]

Mother Nature’s a Bitch – When aunt flow comes to town, Bucky is the only one who can comfort the reader. [Fluffy humor]

Happy Girl Sad Soul (2) (3)(4) – He spent seven months in a cell with a girl who’s far too wise for her age. Fast forward seventy years and the two are reunited in the most bizarre way possible. [Angst]

Monday Night Cuteness  – College!Bucky spends the night in readers dorm and they have to share a small dorm bed [Fluff]

My Mind Keeps Me Awake (2) – The reader falls asleep on Bucky while binge watching in the middle of the night, the morning after is full of blushes and butterflies. [Fluff]

Tragedy  – The reader is kidnapped and tortured before she can finally return home to Bucky’s arms. [Angst]

It’s Not That Simple (2) – The reader is scared of commitment but Bucky’s tries to break down her walls.[Angst]

Kiss The Girl  – Just two sleepy people, a singing hawkeye and some fluff.[Fluffy humor]

Promise (2)(3)(4)– He made a promise he knew he couldn’t keep. [Angst with a fluffy ending]

Bones – Bucky comes home to find a super skinny reader and he gets worried. [Fluff]

Kinks – Reader has a daddy kink and when they all sit down for dinner one night the reader asks for the salt and when both her father, Tony, and her boyfriend, Bucky, reach for the slat, shit goes down. [Fluffy humor] 

JealousTony flirts with reader to make Bucky jealous. [Fluff]

Fall Extravaganza – The reader gives Bucky the full Fall extravaganza [Fluff]

DarknessThe reader fights alone side Steve during Winter Soldier [Angst?]

MonstersThe readers best friend loves Bucky but so does the reader. when the reader gets badly hurt thanks to her best friend, Bucky’s feelings for the reader start to reveal themselves, but will it already be too late? [Angst] 

Alone Together (2)(3)(4– After a mission gone wrong the reader becomes depressed and pushes everybody away. Bucky wants to help the reader but he’s a little too late (No death) [Angst] 

Comfort – Bucky comforts the reader through a thunderstorm [Fluff] 

Poison (2)(3)(4)(Alternate Ending) – The reader is a poison that everyone warned Bucky to stay away from, but he never listens. [Angst]

Friday NightBucky tries to help the reader overcome the fear of spiders, but it all pretty much ends in disaster [Fluffy humor]

Mornings – The mornings at the tower are always interesting… [Fluffy humor]

Adore YouBucky realizes he loves you [Fluff]

DistractionThe reader tries to distract herself while she waits for her boyfriend to return from a mission. however she annoys just about all of the Avengers in the process [Fluff]

GorgeousThe reader is feeling down about her looks when Bucky sweeps in and assures her of how gorgeous she really is [Fluff] 

Pretty Eyes & A Gorgeous Smile – The reader writes Bucky a letter after he leaves, after he breaks the heart of the girl who wasn’t even his. [Slight angst, slight fluff]

PerfectThe reader’s family shows Bucky pictures of way back when the reader was a baby, preteen, and during High School. But Bucky still thinks the reader’s perfect. [Fluff]

Steve Rogers- 

Habits  – The reader’s bad habits start to get on Steve’s nerves. [Fluff]

Silent Night – A fluffy song drabble involving a perfect couple, a dog and their baby. [Fluff]

I’ve Always Loved You – The reader falls in love with 40’s!Steve and is devastated when her brother, Bucky, and Steve go off to war. [Angst]

She Who Left  – Super sad sequel to I’ve Always Loved You, it tells the story of what happened to the young woman who disappeared after her lovers and brothers death. [Angst]

Captain’s Girl Steve gets protective over reader when someone flirts with her [Fluffy humor]

I’ll Be Damned – Reader asks Steve a bunch of questions, gets distracted by the city lights and doesn’t realize the way Steve is looking at them.  [Fluff]

Saturday Everything good seems to happen on a Saturday, after all it was a Saturday when you met Steve Rogers [Fluff]

Bruce Banner-

Max  – Bruce and reader adopt a dog [Fluff]

You’ve Got a Friend In Me – Bruce and Thor cheer reader up in a funny yet adorable way [Fluffy humor]

Tony Stark-

Thought That Counts Sweetheart – Tony flirts with reader at a party [Fluff]


Our Kind of Day – Thor and reader spend a fluffy morning together. [Fluff]

You’ve Got a Friend In Me – Bruce and Thor cheer reader up in a funny yet adorable way [Fluffy humor] 

ex-girlfriend ?

a/n: finally the jai request. sorry it took so long, but hopefully you like it.


There was nothing I hated more than moving. Trying to make new friends, getting situated, and then there’s the whole entire process of trying to fit in so people don’t think you’re weird.

Yeah I was outgoing, and crazy and funny, but some of that stuff takes people a while to get used too.

I had just finished unpacking my room, and my drawers were practically empty. My mom had us keep some clothes back at our old house. Her and my dad got a divorce and he decided to stay back in Florida, and my mom decided to move out to California.

So unfortunately in the split, more than half my stuff stayed with my dad, simply for the fact that shipping it out would cost way more than buying new stuff.

My dad won the lottery so he always gave me a generous amount of money for my birthday, and every holiday, simply cause he knew I couldn’t see him that much. And of course he paid for my flights between him and mom. And then my mom had a really high paying job, so money wasn’t an issue, we had enough.

And then I did have a job back in Florida, but of course had to quit to move, so I had my own money to buy things I wanted. But with this move, my dad gave me money to buy new clothes and anything else.

My mom had most of the stuff unpacked downstairs, and then the neighbor came over so she was currently sitting downstairs talking with her.

“hey mom, can I uh, go to the mall or something? I need some new clothes.”

“yes of course sweetie. Oh this is our neighbor Jessica.”

“hi.” I smiled

“hello.” She grinned.

“alright, I’ll be back.” I called out as I walked out the door. I decided to walk, simply cause traffic was so awful.

I had just walked into the mall and decided to go into my favorite store, urban outfitters. Finding a bunch of new tops and some shorts I ended up walking out of the store with 3 bags.

As I was walking to another store I decided to text my mom, tell her how things were going. Not paying any attention I accidently bumped into someone, stumbling back a bit.

“I’m so sorry” I rushed out, feeling so awful for running into someone. I looked to see who I had just ran into. He was tall, tan, dark hair, eyebrow piercing, sweet smile. He was probably the hottest guy I’ve seen.

“no, it’s fine.” his smooth voice spoke, with a hint of an accent I wasn’t familiar with. “I’m Jai.” He smiled, reaching out his hand.

“um (y/n)” you smiled, taking his hand.

He smiled and then scratched the back of his neck.

“um, I know we just met and everything, but uh, my ex-girlfriend is here with her new boyfriend, so do you think you could just walk around with me, and uh, act like my girlfriend possibly?”

I was a little taken back by his request. So shocked I was speechless. Did I even hear him right. He wanted me to pretend to be his girlfriend?

“look, I understand if you don’t, and I understand it’s childish, but I just want to make her jealous.”

“I have some serious shopping I need to do-“

“that’s fine, I just wanna walk around and stuff. I understand if you don’t want to bu-“

“oh no, it’s fine.” I cut him off. I mean, this would be a hell of a story for my first day. Pretending to be someone’s girlfriend. Why not? And it’s not like he’s gonna kill me in public, or kidnap me or something. He seemed pretty normal.

“awesome.” He smiled, reaching out to take my hand, but I pulled it away slightly, leaving him looking at me confused.

if you tell me what happened between you two.”

He stepped back and seemed to think about it. Humming, and rubbing his stubble before he finally, after 2 minutes he spoke “alright deal.”

He took my hand and we started walking.

“alright, where to first?” he asked.

“I uh, I’d like to go into forever 21.”

“alright, forever 21 it is.” He smiled, as we walked towards forever 21.

“so, your end of the deal.” I smiled up at him.

“okay okay, so uh, we were together for 2 years. And yeah I loved her, but apparently it was all just a lie. She told me she was feeling sick so she was just gonna stay home, so I thought I would be the good boyfriend I was and show up with flowers and some chocolate and make her soup or something. So her mom let me in and told me she was up in her room, so I walked up to find her on top of some guy.”

We had just walked into the store, still hand in hand, but I stopped and looked up at him, shocked.

“she was cheating on you?” I gasped.

“yeah.” He sighed. “I was so mad I just left, I threw her flowers in the trash and ate the chocolate on my way home.” He laughed.

“so did she like try to explain or anything?” I asked, as I searched a rack.

“yeah, she called me and tried to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like and all that bull.”

“did she really think you’d believe that?” I asked, holding up a top.

“you’d look good in that.” He smiled, “but yeah, she said it was an accident, she didn’t mean it.”

I smiled at his compliment and decided to get the top “so what did you do?” I asked

“I told her we were over. I didn’t care if it was a onetime thing or not, she just threw away the best thing that would ever come her way.”

“that’s great.” I laughed, looking for some shorts. Jai looked at me and got a cheeky smile.

“you should try those on, just to be sure.”

“alright.” So I went to the dressing room, Jai following and sitting in a seat, waiting for me. I tried on a pair of high waisted shorts. Not sure, of what I thought on them.

“so?” Jai asked.

“I’m not sure.”

“let me see.” He called out, so I walked out of the dressing room in front of Jai.

“hmmm, turn around?” so I turned around, twirling in a circle.

“wait, I think there’s something on the pocket, turn around again.”

So I turn around and stop, so he can get whatever it is off my pocket.

“well, what is it?” I ask, but Jai didn’t respond. I turn around and look at him to see that he’s just staring at my ass. “Jai!” I laugh, turning around.

“sorry, sorry” he laughed, throwing his hands up in defense, “but yeah, they look good you should get them.”

“alright, let me change and let’s go.” I laughed.


We were walking around the mall now, hand in hand again. He was currently telling me a bunch of crazy stories of him and his brothers and a few friends. He also told me about how he’s originally from Melbourne and him and his brothers and their friends moved out here.

“I feel like I’ve been talking, tell me your story.” He said as we walked into Victoria secret. I just needed some new bras and panties and other girly stuff.

“um, well, my parents just got divorced so my mom and I just moved out here, like today, hence the need for all these.” I said, holding up all my bags. “but I lived in Florida and I’m an only child, and that’s about it. I’m not that exciting.” I awkwardly chuckle.

We walked around some more, and talked some more. We did a little more shopping before we stopped at the food court to grab some food. I got pizza and Jai got a sub. We sat and ate and laughed over shit Jai said, making random comments about people, like ‘that guy over there, he’s a rejected mine. Failed outta mine school’ and just a bunch of completely random shit.

When we were done eating we walked around some more. Jai wanting to go to a shoe store. So as we were walking, holding hands again, Jai said some joke and I burst out laughing. Nearly half the people that were by us stopped and looked at us.

I blushed and buried my face in Jai’s chest, to hide my flushed cheeks. I felt so embarrassed.

“what are you doing?” he laughed, his arm now around me instead of holding my hand, since my head was in his chest.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

“why?” he asked.

“I hate my laugh.” I mumbled.

He pulled back and looked at me like I was crazy. Then he just shook his head and wrapped his arm back around me. “well I think your laugh is the cutest laugh I’ve ever heard.” He smiled.

“stop.” I blushed, turning my head into his chest again.

We were right about to walk into a store but he stopped suddenly.

“Jai, I didn’t literally mean stop.” I laugh.

“no, it’s just. I see my ex-girlfriend.” He said, looking over my shoulder. I went to turn around and look where he was, but he grabbed my shoulders to stop me from looking around.

He looked off in the distance and then his eyes got wide.

“what!?” I asked, curious.

“she’s uh, she’s looking over here. She didn’t see that I saw her.” He said, looking at me.

“so what do we do?” I asked. He briefly looked up and then back at me.

“okay, don’t hate me.” He said.

“why would I?” I laughed a little.

“cause of this.” He replied before he grabbed my face and his lips met mine.

At first I was shocked. But then I closed my eyes and dropped my bags as I rested my hands against his chest and kissed him back.

His lips were soft, and he was so sweet and gentle with the kiss. It wasn’t sloppy and all wet, it was kinda slow and super sweet.

He pulled away and smiled down at me, and I smiled up at him.

He grabbed my hand and we started walking towards where he was looking right before we kissed. I looked all around for his ex, him giving me a description of her earlier, and I couldn’t see anyone that looked like her.

“uh jai?” I asked, looking up at him sideways.

“mhmm yeah?” he asked looking back down at me.

“where uh, where’s she at?” I asked looking around.

“ohhh uh, about that.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. “my ex wasn’t here.” He said, shyly.

“what?” I quizzed, puzzled.

“um, I made it all up. When you bumped into me, I just really wanted to have an excuse to talk to you.” He awkwardly laughed.

“Jai” I gasped/laughed, playfully hitting his chest.

“hey, sue me, but can you really blame me for wanting to spend the day with a beautiful girl?” he asked, rhetorically. I just blushed.

“so uh, I was thinking, our second date could be a little more practical, lunch, tomorrow?”

“real smooth” I laughed, then stopped and he looked at me, confused as to why I stopped.

I just stood on my tip toes and kissed him again briefly. Pulling away and smiling.

“but lunch sounds great”

I wrote my number down for him before we parted, receiving a text a minute later, talking about our lunch plans for tomorrow.

Maybe this move wouldn’t be so bad.

Requested. Warning: fighting, deaths. So this is a Vampire Diaries imagine, hope you guys like it
I heard a thump before Damon appeared waltzing into the living room.

“Are you drunk?” I looked up from what I was reading.

“Not completely.” He replied before slumping next to me, “what are you reading?”

“…One of Stefan’s journals.” I swallowed, “where’s Elena?”

“Out with Caroline and Bonnie.” Damon replied before pulling the journal out of my hand.

“Damon!” I exclaimed. He held up a finger reading the part I was at.

“I remember this. We went to the town fair. Fun day.” He gave it back, I nodded before leaning on his shoulder reading the page with him.

“I miss him…” I whispered.

“I know. I do too.” Damon wrapped his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer. We sat there for a while before Damon’s phone rang.

“Hello dear.” He answered, clearly talking to Elena, “I am visiting with my dear sister. Mhm, well then I will be home soon.” He hung up before looking at me, “you need to drive me home.”

“How did you get here?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Walked.” Damon smirked before getting up, “come on, my wife wants me home.” I grabbed my keys before following my brother out the door.

“So how are the girls?” Damon asked as we were driving down the road.

“Fine.” I answered, “I hear we are gonna get a few new students tomorrow.” I parked in Damon’s driveway.

“Well, that should be entertaining.” Damon laughed lightly, “thanks for the ride home (y/n).”

“You’re welcome.” I answered as Damon got out of the car, “see you tomorrow?”

“Sure.” He smiled before shutting the door. It was dark when I got home, the light vanished from the sky. Once inside I shut the door quietly, before leaning back on it sinking to the floor. I stayed there in silence before someone said my name.

“(Y/n?)” Rick stood to the left of the hallway.

“Hey, Rick.” I looked up at him “I had to take Damon home.” He nodded.

“You okay?”

I shrugged, “tomorrow it’s been two months.” I felt tears begin to brim in my eyes, “but it doesn’t feel like two months without him…” I let out a shaky breath, “it feels like two life times.” Rick sighed and came to it by me.

“You know for the first few days, whenever I woke up…for a few seconds, I forgot. I forgot he was gone, but then it hit me.” My voice broke, ”and it was like watching him die all over again.”

“I know.” Rick spoke softly.

“I’ve been reading his journals.” I took in a deep breath smiling softly, “and I just got to a part where it was his eighteenth birthday, and Damon took him to get a drink.” Rick laughed.

“How did that go?”

“From what he wrote it went well, but he didn’t like bourbon.” I laughed lightly.

“No that’s always Damon’s drink.”Rick chuckled.

“What are you doing up?” I glanced at him.

“Couldn’t sleep.”

“Rooms ready for the kids tomorrow?” I asked.

“Mhm.” He nodded.

“Well, I’m gonna go to bed.” I pushed myself from the floor, and walked to the couch to pick up Stefan’s journal before retreating to bed. With a huff I fell onto my bed, and closed my eyes.
I woke up to the sounds of laughter. I changed into new clothes before heading downstairs. Walking into the kitchen I found it full of giggling, catching children and a rushed Alaric.

“(Y/n)!” He exclaimed happily when he saw me.

“Are you alright?”

“No.” He shook his head, “Caroline took the girls out for new shoes, and we have no more cereal. Can you watch them while I go shopping?” Rick looked at me hopefully.

“Sure.” I nodded, “Jeremy is still here right?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Rick picked up a crying kid and handed her to me, “he’s out back with a few of the other kids, crossbow practice. Sarah tripped earlier, I think her leg still hurts.”He grabbed his keys from the counter and left with a short goodbye. I turned my attention to the crying child in my arms, I began to talk to her softly. Eventually she stopped crying and listened to my voice.

“Okay everyone, since there is no food, how about we go outside in the front yard and play?” I asked and was answered with cheers. The children began to tug their shoes on and venture outside.

“Adam stay in the front yard!” I called to a blonde haired boy who was playing tag with others. I looked down as a girl named Ally tugged at my shirt.

“Miss (Y/n)? Who is that man?” She pointed off into the distance. Turning around I saw a man standing in the driveway a ways away from the yard. My eyes widened as I realised who it was, “Ally,” I bent down to her level, “why don’t you and the others go inside okay? Maybe you can go watch Jeremy and the older kids, okay?”

“Okay.” Ally smiled and ran off to the others telling them to go inside, and go see Jeremy. Once they were all inside I began to walk over to the person in the driveway. As I got closer, I could see who it was clearly.

“Elijah,” I nodded to the Original vampire, “…what are you doing here?”

“I had to leave New Orleans.” He replied, “I thought I would come and see you.”

“Why?” I asked. He chuckled softly, “Because it has been years since we’ve seen each other.”

“Exactly.” I responed and glanced at the house, “look, I don’t think this a good idea.”

“Because?” He asked

“Because there are a bunch of young witches and warlocks in that house and I don’t think Rick and Caroline would like you hanging around.”

“Not to mention I don’t like it either.”Jeremy’s voice boomed as he marched over.

“Jeremy.” I looked at him, “who had the kids?”

“They’re fine.” He replied then looked at Elijah, “what are you doing here Elijah.”

“Visiting.” Elijah replied calmly.

“Why don’t you go visit somewhere else?” Jeremy commanded.

“I was coming to see (Y/n).” ELijah looked at Jeremy, “seeing as how her older brothers passing must have been hard on her.” A knot formed in my stomach at the mention of Stefan.

“Why don’t you go back to the kids, okay?” I looked at Jeremy, “I’ve got this.” Jeremy looked at me for a moment before letting out harsh breath, and turned to walk back to his house.

“Come on.” I grabbed Elijah’s arm and began to lead him on a path through the woods.

“So…” I began, “you had to leave New Orleans?”

“Yes.” Elijah nodded, he seemed more relaxed now, “even though I love him, Niklaus can be very…agitating.”
I let out a soft laugh, while smiling slightly, “well I can agree with you.” Elijah chuckled softly looking at me, his smile fell slightly.

“Your smile is not as bright as it used to be, (Y/n).” He spoke gently. I cleared my throat looking straight ahead.

“Yes, well…there is reason behind that.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go through such pain.” Elijah glanced at me. I looked at him, “it hurts because it mattered. I feel pain over my brothers death, because it means I loved him…and after all these years, I’m glad I still know how to feel.” I felt Elijah’s hand grip mine. We walked for a while longer talking of the lives we had both lived. Suddenly I stopped listening.

“(Y/n)? What is it?” Elijah stopped.

“Listen.” I spoke before focusing on my hearing. Sounds of faraway screams reached my ears. My eyes widened in fear.

“The kids!” I didn’t wait for Elijah to catch up before I vamped in the direction of the house. I reached the house quickly, the frrom was empty, and everything looked normal. I ran into the house, upon entering my heart led up in fear. The house was a mess furniture and papers were strew everywhere. I stepped further into the house, listening I heard a dozen quick heartbeats from the basement, then three other heartbeats reached my ear. They were roaming the house. Walking further into the house, I turned into the study and caught a wooden arrow flying towards my chest. Looking up I saw a young man holding a crossbow.

“Werewolf.” I growled snapping the arrow.

“Vampire.” He shot another arrow at me, which I caught easily.

“You picked the wrong house to break into.” I hissed moving closer.

“Ha!” He laughed, “your brothers are dead, you’re nothing.” In a flash I was in front of him my hands wrapped around his neck.

“You were saying?” I looked at him, “you don’t mess with these kids.” I hissed before snapping his neck. Just as hi body hi the ground I heard a gun go off. I dropped to the floor as a wooden stake stuck the wall in front of me. I turned quickly to find two other men glaring at me.

“Are you two going. To be as stupid. as your friend here and threaten a Salvatore?” I raised an eyebrow.Quickly bothe men raised their guns and fired. I caught one stake while I swerved out of the way of the other. I threw the stake in my hand at the head of one of the men, to my surprise he caught it.

“Well done.” I nodded, “still not gonna save you.” I flashed in front of the smaller man and tossed him across the room. The bigger man ran at me knocking me into a wall. He grasped a stake from his belt and held it above his head. Quickly I hit his head with mine sending him stumbling backwards. Turning to my right I grabbed the smaller ones throat tossing him to the side again, his body going limp. I was knocked to the ground with a thud, I felt a bone in my back break. I looked up and struggled with the man on top of me. He broke a vial over my face, the contents spilled over my face burning my skin. I yelled in agony as I felt a stake plunge into my gut. Suddenly he was pulled of me, I looked up breathing heavily just in time to see Elijah rip out his heart.

“(Y/n)!” He rushed over to me.

“It’s okay.” I coughed, “I’m alive…I can tell because of the pain.” Elijah helped me to sit up, grasping the stake I pulled it from be gut, groaning in pain.

“The kids.” I said standing.

“Take it easy.” Elijah requested. As quickly as I could I made my way down to the basement.

“Jeremy?” I called. One of the cell doors opened and Jeremy looked out holding a gun.

“Everyone okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded, “are you?”

“I’m dead, so yeah.” I replied.

“Hello?” Caroline’s voice sounded from upstairs. Quickly I went up the stairs followed by Elijah.

“Caroline.” I said walking over to her.

“(Y/n) what happened?” She looked around the house her eyes wide.

“We had a little mishap. The kids are okay.” I replied.

“But there are three bodies in the study.” Elijah appeared.

“What?” Caroline exclaimed holding her kids hands, “Elijah? When did you get here?”

“About an hour ago.” He replied.

“Wh-okay…” Caroline shook her, before looking around again.

“Why don’t you take the kids outside while I begin to clean this up.” I proposed.

“Okay.” Caroline nodded before going and getting the other kids. I sighed looking around.

“I can sweep.” Elijah said looking up at me. I let out a small laugh, “okay. I’ll get you a broom.” Elijah smiled back at me before we began to clean the house.

anonymous asked:

How about an underfell sans AND papyrus with the reader? I love your take on underfell! I'm not sure if I want angst or fluff, so maybe a bit of both? ;) Maybe have them get jealous of reader hanging out with grillby or something? Thanks, love ya! xx

got your back, ‘nonny! thank you for waiting so patiently!

Pairing: UF!Sans/Reader, UF!Papyrus/Reader,

Summary: The brothers aren’t big fans of sharing. It’s too bad you don’t know that. Yet.


Underground, one of the most important lessons you learned was to take.

With resources at an all-time low, and trust nearly eradicated between several species of monsters, there was no room for alliances. All observed weaknesses were exploited; there would always be someone bigger and better aiming for exactly what you wanted and craved, so you had to be prepared for a fight. Stick to your guns, refuse to surrender, and most of all, don’t ever, ever shy away from anything you found, big or small. Because you never knew when you come find something to use as leverage against someone else.

For Sans and Papyrus, they worked as a duo. Most families had to because they knew they were stronger in numbers. These two did because they understood that this was the easiest way to win.

For them, victory was everything.

Papyrus, The Great and Terrible, was second-in-command for The Royal Guard. He trained every day to make sure no one ever caught him off guard, using harsh discipline against himself and his disciples so they wouldn’t make any fatal mistakes. He instilled in them the same values that he held for himself. Independence. Strength. Dedication. He was not a monster easily swayed by kindness.

Sans was merely someone who clung to his brother’s shadow, following him mostly because he understood that no one could best him. So long as he kept on Papyrus’ good side, he could reap the benefits. Cause a little bit of trouble to keep his brother on his toes. Make sure things were…entertaining, at least.

When you ended up Underground, you were considered the biggest prize their home had to offer.

Your SOUL was the key to everything. They could’ve used it to destroy the barrier and roam the surface once more. Wreaking havoc on unsuspecting humans, punishing the descendants of the original wizards and townspeople who cast them out.

It was all anyone could talk about. How they would break you. Make you snap under the pressure of their magic and haul your limp body over their shoulders to toss at the feet of King Asgore himself. Or maybe just steal your SOUL and become unstoppable monsters, gaining immeasurable strength so they could steal the throne for themselves.

Sans wanted it.

Papyrus wanted it.

They both did.

Instead, you took their hearts.

Because monsters Underground…they never fell in love. They formed alliances, not partnerships. All their relationships were temporary and goal-oriented rather than something that was based on love and trust.

When monsters were attracted to someone, they claimed them. They put their mark on them so all others would see. Nothing physical or emotional, but a simple presence that oozed possessiveness. Because for as long as they lived, they would let everyone know that this monster…or person, in your case…belonged to someone.

But neither of them would admit that to you. Maybe to the others, more subtly, with furtive looks and burning magic that threatened with every wrong move someone made. But actually coming out and saying those words to your face was…unspeakable. There was no way in hell that Sans or Papyrus would be honest with how they felt; not when there was so much at stake.

Besides…what if you had the nerve to reject them?




“uh huh.”

They both headed back from the forest. Another dirty scuffle that ended in a monster’s death. It was pointless to struggle against the guard’s presence; Sans wished the poor bastards would just give in and integrate. Rebellion under Papyrus’ watchful eye was impossible.

Snowdin was looking in better shape these days. Papyrus wouldn’t admit it, but the place did feel more like a home since you took up residence here. Your presence at the inn as a maid was a sure way for you to interact with travelers. You helped monsters get a good night’s rest; the family of rabbits didn’t care for much more than profits, but your gentle efforts made it so that weaker monsters had a chance to recuperate within safe walls without being taken advantage of. No one wanted to mess with the human guarding the bedrooms inside; they were afraid of what you were capable of and who you associated with.

The place wasn’t as rundown as it used to be. With monsters feeling safer, they were more productive in their efforts to at least make their own living spaces acceptable. The streets were no longer littered with dust and trash; Papyrus noticed the change almost immediately considering he only had to clean his boots once a month now instead of daily.

“h-heh.” Sans started to visibly sweat. He brought his hands up and adjusted the hood around his shoulders, trying to make himself look more presentable. “twelve o’ clock, boss.”

Papyrus shifted his line of sight and understood why his brother was so flustered. It was you. You trudged through the snow, bothered by the cold, your face already flushed at the cold air. He watched you head in the direction of the inn.

He was about to make a comment about your appearance when he realized Sans already left. His older brother had his gaze fixed on you, following your straightforward path to the inn, a lopsided grin on his face and magic blossoming from his SOUL.

Ugh. Papyrus would have to educate him on stifling his overzealous reactions. He was being too obvious; it was a little embarrassing.

Surprisingly, you didn’t continue toward the inn. You veered off and disappeared past the front doors of Grillby’s.

Sans stood outside the window. His hands clenched into fists. Papyrus took his time in following him, ending up behind his brother and peering through the foggy glass.

Grillby’s Bar was probably his least favorite place to be. The entire place was stifling and swimming with grease. He didn’t like the monsters who were regulars here, either. A bunch of lazy good-for-nothings, including some of the lesser guard members who skated on the bare minimum to get by.

It looked comforting inside, especially now that you were there.


“heh…what? hell no. she’ll get pissed off, think we’re stalkin’ her.” Sans would never forget the bathroom incident. You would never let him. “uh, let’s get outta here. gotta send in our report to the captain, right?”


You settled down at the bar and ordered a quick bite to eat. You made the mistake of purchasing some food from the bunny family before at their shop, and they basically charged you everything you’d made the last shift you completed. Worst day ever.

Grillby was fair. A little strange, but who wasn’t down here? You’d met a lot of…interesting monsters, and he seemed like the least threatening. At least outright. You knew that he was probably incredibly powerful and had more magic to spare than most, but instead he ran this dive that hosted some of the most brutal and vicious brawls you’d ever seen. Maybe he liked cleaning the dust off the floors with the way he merely watched people duke it out.

You glanced around at the crowd tonight. A few regulars. Some familiar faces that you’d seen in passing. The glow of the jukebox was soothing, although the music it played as the same track you heard every time you stopped by. Some old-school rock song. The monsters around didn’t pay you any mind, their belligerence only growing with every alcoholic drink they guzzled down.

At that moment, you were surprised to see Grillby slip a piece of paper toward you.

He left before you could read it. You were going to decipher his near illegible text when you realized what time it was.

Shit! You were going to be late for your shift!

You grabbed your things and dashed out the door, making sure to tip Grillby for his delicious meal. It wasn’t much considering your salary, but you understood he would be cross with you if you didn’t at least pitch in something extra.

“Aren’t you looking a little rushed this morning…?”

You laughed nervously. “Uh, sorry! I went to grab dinner before my shift.”

“Go look at your task board. We’ve got a few places that need to be cleaned. That and I need you to do some things for the shop. I’ve got some supplies that needs to be transferred from the warehouse to the storefront.”

You deflated. Aw, man! When the inn was slow, the shopkeeper was always roping you into doing her dirty work. Normally you wouldn’t have minded, but some of the ingredients she used in her shop were hard to resist. Handling the cinnamon bunnies was torture on an empty stomach, so hopefully you’d be able to avoid them since you’d already eaten.

It looked like the next guest wasn’t stopping by until much later. In the meantime, you busied yourself in preparing the rooms. Scrubbing the floors on your hands and knees, washing all the bedding, wiping down the walls and dusting. The place wasn’t exactly a four-star hotel, but you took great pride in the guest bedrooms’ appearances. Mostly because it was a direct reflection of your work.

You weren’t too bothered with the physical labor. It was taxing, sure, but it was an honest way to make a living here. Other dealings Underground were shady and violent, so you’d much rather have pruny hands from cleaning showers than be out there dusting monsters. It just wasn’t in your nature to want to go that far for the sake of the greater good, as Papyrus would put it.

Speaking of the brothers…

You weren’t sure what to make of them. You had a niggling feeling that they paid extra special attention to you, because they were always…hovering…but you couldn’t figure out why.

In all honesty, when you first fell Underground, you were terrified of them. From Papyrus’ abrasive personality to Sans’ foul mouth, it was easy to get intimidated. But as the months turned to years, you felt that your relationship with them blossomed? If that was even a thing down here?

It wasn’t easy to admit this, but you considered them to be some of your closest friends.

You stepped back to admire your work. One room down, a few more to go. It would take a few hours before you were allotted a quick break, then it was off to run errands for the shopkeeper.

The shop wasn’t that big, but she always ordered her supplies in bulk. There were literal crates of things that needed to be transported. Why she thought you would be okay for this task was beyond you; why couldn’t the wolf at the dock do something about it? Or hiring Aaron from Waterfall? Unless his muscles were just for show…

You crouched down and slipped your hands underneath the box. Testing the weight before bending your knees and lifting it upwards. It was going to be close, but if you hurried, you could get it where it needed to go.

Trudge, trudge, trudge.

The snow continued to fleck along your hair and nose, staining your eyelashes as you walked. Your vision went white before they finally melted, leaving melted droplets in their wake. You pushed past the blurriness and continued forward, freezing fingers going numb against the rough surface of the box. You hoped that your fingers didn’t slip, because if they did, you would be in big trouble.

Your forearms quivered and ached. God, you should’ve taken Papyrus’ offer for training more seriously. Then you could’ve handled this without making an ass out of yourself. Your pace slowed as your muscles screamed in protest, a familiar, aching burn spiking along your skin. Oh no, they were even starting to wobble! What the hell were you going to do now?!

One knee buckled. You went down and forced yourself to keep the box from touching the ground. You would not let it win! Not when the items inside laughed at your weakness! You…could do this!

With the last ounce of strength, and the doorway in plain view, you readjusted the weight of the box and tossed it backwards. Hoping that somehow, you would regain your steady grip on it and find the strength to make the last few feet toward the shop’s back entrance.


The box overwhelmed you, settling on your chest and sending you tumbling backwards into the snow.


You cried out in pain at the sudden addition of weight. Wiggling underneath it, testing its bonds against you. No use. You were trapped here all because you didn’t have the guts to refuse the job. You should’ve asked for help, as pointless as it would’ve been. Maybe someone out there would’ve lent you a hand for a split of your profits.

In that moment, staring up at the ceiling of the chasm you’d fallen into, you realized just how ridiculous this entire thing was.

It didn’t help that your self-deprecation in your inner monologue was met with some very real, boisterous laughter.

“ahahaha! oh man. lookit you down there. ya feelin’ ok, sweetheart?”

You groaned. Of course it would be Sans.


“the human took a spill. check it out.”

Aaaaand Papyrus was there, too. Perfect.

While Sans busied himself by making fun of you in every way imaginable, Papyrus bent down to lift the crate from your chest. The difference in your intake of air was incredible. You filled your lungs greedily and did your best to sit up, wheezing with gratitude and trying to spit out a thank-you.


“pfft, yeah. you’re real lucky we were the ones who saw ya.”

“Thanks, guys.” You shuddered and tried to shake the snow out from inside your coat. “It’s just right in here.”


“Uh, no! Please don’t,” you pleaded. “I’m not interested in causing trouble.”

“heh. fat chance.” Sans sized you up, not bothering to help you with any of the moving in the slightest. “yer a walkin’ bag o’ trouble. got it stitched into your jacket and tattooed on your forehead.”

“I think you need to look in a mirror sometimes, Sans. That sounds more like you.”


You snorted at that. Despite their harsh words, you knew it was meant to be taken lightheartedly. If the brothers wanted to hurt you, they could. They would know exactly what to say to make you feel worthless. This was more like…playful banter, if anything.

Papyrus set down the crate and peered along the shop. You wanted to thank him again when Sans stepped through the doorway.

“hey, ya dropped this.”


You turned around and caught wind of the complex expression on his face. You’d never seen him this serious, not since the last time one of the monsters threatened to kill you. It was a while ago, and an empty threat considering their magic did nothing to you, but it still caused quite the stir between Sans and Papyrus.

Sans held the slip of paper in his hands. Scanned over it. And shoved it in your face, his teeth gritted in a hard, uneven, sharp smile.

It was jarring to see him like that. He almost looked like he was…grimacing.

You ran your eyes over the words.

Meet me tomorrow night after closing, I’ll be waiting at the back entrance. -G

Hmm, weird. You had no idea why he wanted to see you, but it must’ve been important. Maybe something to do with the chores that you’d been completing for the bunny family?


Sans looked at you. At the crates. Scoffed…and turned heel.

“WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO HIM? HOW CAN HE THINK YOU’LL HANDLE THIS ON YOUR OWN?” Papyrus growled, pushing you out of the way so he could call after his brother. “GET BACK HERE AND COMPLETE THIS TASK! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?”

It didn’t look like it, because he flipped his hood up and continued to walk further into the howling wind, ignoring the sting of the snow it whipped around.


You folded the note and stuffed it somewhere safe, happy to focus on the task at hand.

Time alone with Papyrus was…interesting. Any other day you would’ve been intimidated, but today he was surprisingly gentle.

It didn’t take long to finish everything. You were relieved that it all went well, and that you had a chance to focus on your actual assigned duties rather than tasks given to you by the innkeeper’s sister. It was nice to be on time. Maybe they would lay off once they found out Papyrus was the one who helped you, but you weren’t planning on bringing it up to them personally.

Papyrus snuck glances at you every so often. Despite being exhausted already, you pushed forward. Your work ethic was incredible. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but it rivaled even his. While you weren’t considered as…accomplished as he was, seeing as how your job was something considered of a lower status, he saw the determination and perseverance in your eyes. You would do your best to thrive under pressure, which was why he…

He dropped the last box and peered at you through the heavy dust that billowed out from the floorboards. You were radiant. Enough that…well…

He tugged at the looping fabric around his neck and swallowed. He needed to leave. Now.

“Thanks, Papyrus, I really appreciate your help.”

“DO NOT MENTION IT. I HAVE OTHER THINGS TO ATTEND TO.” An apology for his abrupt departure lingered on his tongue, but he shelved it after sneaking a glance at your sparkling eyes. Why were humans so expressive?

He disappeared from the store and made his way home.

After work, you were content to head home. You were changing out of your clothes when you realized that the piece of paper you’d shoved in your pockets was still in there. Huh. Grillby’s handwriting was surprisingly elegant; you would’ve thought that his days cramming orders down on tickets would’ve made it nearly impossible to translate. But the message was clear. It was just…kind of strange that he wanted to meet you.

For a moment, you considered asking the brothers for their opinions on the whole thing. They knew the secretive grill cook more than you did. But…it was a little childish to rope them into something, and Grillby might’ve taken it the wrong way if you showed up on his doorstep with two powerful monsters flanking your side.

Oh well.

You would just deal with this on your own.


Sans tore through the chunk of meat on his plate, letting the juices slough down the front of his shirt in rivulets. “ain’t nothin’ wrong with me.”


“whatever.” He gobbled down the rest of what was on his plate. Papyrus was surprised he didn’t choke with how fast he was going.


Sans paused. He dropped the silverware on his plate and went for the meal with his hands instead. He must’ve gotten tired of being polite. “you don’t wanna know, boss. it’ll just piss you off.” He spoke between strips of sinew still clamped between his clenched teeth.


Sans swallowed. Sneered. “that human is off canoodlin’ with grillbz as we speak. so forgive me for bein’ crass here.”




“the day we were helpin’ her move her stuff like a coupla chumps, she had a love note in her pocket from him. goin’ to meet him now, i bet.”

The information hovered over the dinner table. Papyrus could scarcely believe it. No other monsters had showed any interest in you since you fell from the surface – at least, not in a way that wasn’t generated from fear. People were only as polite to you as they had to be. People in the town had learned to cope with your presence, but no one had outright befriended you. Or…even made it clear that they found you…attractive.

Because why would they? You were so different from them. Monsters and humans had…completely different anatomy. There was…no way they could be compatible, aside from the…obvious power of your SOUL and how magic course through your veins, far removed from your conscious effort. You were…strange, and kind, and…otherworldly, so no doubt people weren’t…




They both scrambled out of the house together, with Papyrus leading the way to the bar. He would get to the bottom of this.

When Grillby asked you to come to his place, you didn’t think that he would let you inside.

You guessed that maybe he just had some errands for you to run. That he somehow found some dirt on you and wanted to bribe you out of your funds. It wouldn’t be too far off from what you saw monsters doing to each other.

Instead, he opened the door for you, and led you inside the restaurant.

Handing you a piece of paper with a long-winded explanation as to why you were here.

“You want me to watch over the bar while you’re gone?”

He nodded, leaning on the counter. It was clear he wasn’t happy with this decision.

“But why me? I don’t know anything about this place. I mean, I’ll help if I can, but it’s a huge responsibility.”

His gaze beyond his glasses told you that he trusted you.

“I’m glad your daughter is starting her own business, and I’m happy to hear you’re taking some time off to help her. But this is…a lot to take in.”

He led you around the kitchen. The equipment was a bit dated, but he promised he would show you how to get it working. He said he’d already cleared this shift in duties with the innkeeper since she owed him a favor from a long time ago, though he never did say how big of a debt she owed him.

Grillby said that he would teach you how to use a lot of the stuff back here. He would prepare as much of the food in advance as he could. In the meantime, he would share a few basic recipes with you so you could get by without him.

He took you to the front of the restaurant and gestured to which tables needed some extra TLC after big weekends. You listened to everything he had to say and peered at his stoic expression, realizing that despite his frightening appearance, he was still a parent. And a good one, at that.

He reached down and placed a key in your hand. Pressing it against your palm. You glanced down at it and tried to find the right words to articulate how thankful you were that he picked you over anyone else in Snowdin.

You left the restaurant in good spirits. Humming as soon as you stepped out the door.

Until you realized there were two pairs of gleaming eyes in the darkness of the night.

You opened your mouth to scream and one of the monsters stepped forward and shushed you, clamping a hand over your mouth.

So what were you supposed to do? Just stand there while some creep assaulted you?

You bit down on the gloved fingers and were immediately released as the monster stumbled backwards.

“what the hell! you bit me!

You recognized the voice and your heartbeat skipped. “Oh my god. What are you guys doing out here? You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

Sans was still busy nursing his wound. Skeleton monsters didn’t bleed, did they? The look he shot you was downright murderous.

Papyrus didn’t look so good. His entire expression was blank.


You swallowed. “Um. What?”


“I…wasn’t unattended. We were in there together.”

Sans looked like you’d just punched him instead. “see, boss. i toldja.”

“SILENCE,” Papyrus snapped, his tone just as bitter and cold as the weather outside. “WHY WERE YOU WITH HIM? ALONE?”

“He…wanted to see me.”

You weren’t sure when Grillby wanted to break the news to his customers, but it wouldn’t be good to reveal the reason he was leaving for a little while. If anyone caught wind of his departure, they would make assumptions. And eventually try to take advantage of his reasons why; giving up his restaurant to a human just to visit with his daughter was sure to be a sign of weakness.


“Why wouldn’t I?” Grillby had been polite to you. Standoffish, sure, but never outright cruel.

Sans sneered at you. Absolutely nasty in the way he regarded you. “you…yer a fuckin’ traitor. that’s what you are. who do you think you are?”



You furrowed your brows at him. Both brothers were being rude as hell. “No.”


“give him yer fuckin’ hands.”

“Now I’m definitely not giving them to you.” You shoved them in your pockets for emphasis. “Move, I’m going home.”

They stood there. You were at an impasse. Why were they being so…awkward about this? So what? They knew Grillby and he would never do anything to hurt you. And yeah, it was a little weird that you were here so late, but why not ask you like a normal person? Why were they regarding you with such betrayal?

“she’s not budgin’, bro. let’s get outta here.”


“I’m…done!” You shouted, pushing past him.

The minute you did so, he recoiled as if he’d been burned. Staggering backwards with his hand clutching the exact spot you’d touched. From here, you could spot something ominous surrounding him. Like…numbers. Red, floating numbers that dropped down in value dramatically after every passing second.


You paled. You hadn’t meant to hurt him! You…just wanted him away from you. You…did you put that much negative intent in your shove that his HP fell?

“Papyrus, I…”

“DON’T. TOUCH ME…” His voice cracked. He looked crushed. “I SEE NOW…IT’S CLEAR WHO YOU’VE CHOSEN.”

“Chosen?” You took a shaky step backwards. “I…I’m sorry.”

“sorry doesn’t bring his health back up, human,” Sans hissed. “get away from us.”

You weren’t sure what just happened tonight. But you were getting out of here before you hurt anyone else.

You had more power than you knew what to do with, and you’d just brought down your wrath on one of the only people you cared about down here.

You spent the entire night crying. You’d hurt them. Somehow. Whatever you did, you lashed out and harmed monsters who held a special place with you.

The next few weeks were grueling.

Grillby wasn’t exactly a kind trainer. He scrutinized your every mistake to make sure his brand wasn’t tarnished with your inexperience. You spent long hours recreating his dishes to his taste. Underneath his watchful eyes and being judged by every monster who walked through his doors. They regarded you with distrust and were curious as to why you and the old flame monster were so close.

Sans didn’t stop by in the entire time you were working there. Sometimes you saw him and Papyrus pass by the front of the bar. Peering through the glass. You made eye contact once or twice, but the brothers merely ignored you.

It hurt. A lot.

You never knew that living here felt so empty. At least, not until they stepped out of your life. Why was that?

You were trying to do something nice for someone and it blew up in your face. It was a huge misunderstanding; you knew that much. But how were you supposed to approach them when they’d been so disagreeable the last time?

You had to make this right. But how? How, when you were being overwhelmed with memorizing recipes that Grillby didn’t even want to write down for fear of you losing it into his competitor’s hands?

It’d been a long day at the bar. Grillby left for Hotland to seek his daughter out. It was your first night running the bar and you were exhausted. The monsters were incredibly demanding, even more so than usual, and you had to stop three separate fights from getting fatal over the course of the night. You didn’t want anyone’s deaths on your hands.

Your back ached. Your feet ached. You had grease trapped in your hair and every inch of your skin felt like it’d been burned from the high heat of the grill. It was maddening.

Stepping out into the snow was simultaneously refreshing and painful on your sensitive body.

You lingered in front of your house. Wondering if you should go in and call it a night. But your senses told you otherwise, so you shoved your keys back into your pocket and headed towards the brothers’ place.

They were still up, judging by the argument inside. Something to do with puzzle calibrations. You ignored the sinking feeling in your stomach and rapped on the door.

The voices stopped immediately. Weapons drawn. Papyrus swung the door open and glared down at you without even thinking twice about it, his magic crackling with a silent dare for anyone to attack.

And then you locked eyes.

“what the hell’re you doin’ here?”

You swallowed. Sans looked like he wanted you to leave in a bodybag, but you weren’t having it.

“I came to…apologize.”

He squawked with laughter. “are you fuckin’ serious? that’s it?”


You felt your resolve falter. Your heart ached. They looked so done with you. You’d never seen them with such intense hatred in their eyes before, at least not directed at you. It hurt to see two people who you missed so much regard you so negatively.

“I should’ve told you that night that Grillby wanted to see me, but I didn’t know what it was about. If I’d known that you guys didn’t want me working there so bad, I would’ve just said no. But I need to understand why I can’t be there. Is it because you don’t want me handling other monsters’ food? Do you not trust me?”

You could feel the rant coming up, and it was getting harder to stop yourself. They were perplexed the longer you went on.

“And I don’t know why you wanted to take the key from me, but I wasn’t about to give it away after he trusted me with it! It’s safe and I’m not going to break that trust just because we’re friends! I’m sorry I bit you, you startled me, Sans. And I’m sorry I pushed you, Papyrus, I really didn’t even think about how it could hurt you. I just wanted you to get away from me because I was so creeped out and confused.”

“shut up a minute.”

You huffed. “No, listen, I have more to say!”

“just…give us a sec to process this, will ya?”

All three of you stood in silence. Papyrus was the first one to speak.

“LET ME…” He paused. Considered. “MAY I…SEE YOUR HAND?”

You didn’t understand the fascination. The key to the bar was tucked underneath your shirt in a necklace you hid away from everyone else. Why did he want your hand so bad?

Despite…being uncomfortable and confused, you stretched your hand out to him and offered it for inspection.

Papyrus tugged away at the knit gloves that wrapped around your wrist and fingers. He tossed it to the ground despite your protests. Turning your arm over so he could get a full view of your palms, which were sweaty from nervousness but otherwise unmarred from burns or cuts from the bar.

He gazed at it like it was his lifeline, Sans doing the same. Seeing the relief on their face was enough for you to swallow thickly.

“Um…can someone explain to me…what the big deal is?”

Papyrus refused to release you. Instead, he handed it over to Sans for his scrutiny.

Something flashed across their faces. First it was shock. Then relief. And lastly…glee.




“Mark me?” You snatched your hand back. “Why would he do that?” To what, slap an insignia on you? Something that indicated you were his slave?

“so that no one else would touch you, idiot.”

You recoiled.

Sans continued, his eyelights flickering with life. “so no one else would even think about callin’ you theirs. no one else would ever try to put their hands on ya. try to seduce ya. try to sit there and claim you as their one and only. you get it?”

You didn’t. Not at all.

“monsters down here are fuckin’ greedy. they put their hands on everythin’ that’s not nailed down. they take what they want and what they can get. if somethin’ ain’t claimed, it’s up for grabs.”

“So…” You trailed off. Your chest was getting tight. Cheeks warmer than usual.

“no one else should get to have ya. not when you’re ours.”




“ain’t got time to be slow about this, sweetheart. not with you out there makin’ monsters happy. drummin’ up business for his bar and snatchin’ hearts left and right.” He grinned ferally. “no one gets to have ya, not when we called dibs.”

Papyrus regarded you with such intensity you felt a little faint.


“It has…?” This was news to you.

“yeah, so s’cuse us for gettin’ a little testy when you sneak off to some secret rendezvous with another monster.”

“It wasn’t a…!” You chewed on your lower lip. “He just asked me for help.”

“know that now. didn’t before.”

“S-so…how do we resolve this?” You were starting to get cold out here. You didn’t even know how to process all the new information, especially not with two brothers who were looking downright smug after learning about how you were still single.

Sans grinned. “simple. you give us an answer.”


You trembled. Oh, god. This was real. Your feelings were real. You’d gone this whole time trying to articulate what it was, but seeing them up close made it clear. Having them dip out of your life for so long made it clear. Hearing their comments and describing you as someone they truly wanted was real.

This was…

A choice. Your choice.

You sucked in a breath and prepared yourself for the repercussions of your decision.

Grillby stepped off the ferry and was glad to be off that hellish river. He needed to get back to his bar. He knew you were competent enough not to destroy it, and heard promising things about how it was faring despite the temporary switch in leadership. You were quite capable…for a human. He wondered if his decision had anything to do with how desirable you were.

It was clear that a lot of the monsters held some strange fascination with you. Why wouldn’t they? Humans were the bane of their existence, but you were an enigma. As kind as you were beautiful. It was hard not to be attracted to you, especially with your soft smiles and musical laughter.

He was going to make you work for him full time. Just as soon as he was sure that you kept things intact.

He rounded the corner and put his hand on the doorknob. His gut told him something wasn’t right, but he pressed forward anyway.

The bell above his door jingled and he spotted you across the way. Manning the bar and taking orders specifically in the way he taught you to – without writing a damn thing down. Maybe he would keep you after all. The customers looked satisfied with their food, though a few of them were drinking much more than usual. Why was that?

Grillby approached the stools near the bar. As soon as he did, he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“heya, grillbz. what’re you havin’?”

He turned. Sans. With an empty platter in his hand and a toothy, smug little grin on his face. What the hell was this about? Since when did he give you permission to hire Sans as a waiter?

“NO LOITERING,” Papyrus called from the other side. He was dressed down from his usual armor and was…in the kitchen window. “TAKE A SEAT OR LEAVE. WE HAVE WORK TO DO, I DON’T CARE IF THIS IS YOUR BAR.”

You beamed at him when he stumbled up. He could barely believe what was going on.

“Sorry about them,” you told him bashfully. “They’re sort of…protective. But hard workers! Uh, let me get you something to eat, you must be starving.”

You called out the order to Papyrus and it came out in record time. You hand delivered it to him.

Hand delivered…

Grillby reached out to snatch the plate away from you, his eyes glued to your arm.

It was flaring with magic.

You snatched it back and stammered. “Um. Whoa. Sorry. I’ve been trying to keep it out of people’s faces, I kind of forget…”

You lifted it up and showed it to him. Their magic wound tightly along your wrist and settling along your palm. Invisible to the naked eye, but pulsing with a message that spoke across various barriers and languages.


He looked at Papyrus. At Sans. Theirs said the same.

Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

You didn’t even have magic. But there it was. Remnants of your SOUL swathing along their bodies, your name written in a delicate signature that very clearly told him this was mutual.

“So…anything else I can get you?”

He shook his head. What a shame.

You weren’t sure why he got so quiet, but reconvened with the boys in the back. Sans couldn’t stop reaching down to bring your hand to his mouth to cover it in nips and kisses. He’d been doing this for the last week. And Papyrus kept staring at his own mark with quiet wonder.

“heh, stop pullin’ away.”

“It tickles.”


“grillbz is back. sure they won’t miss us…for a coupla hours.”

“Oh my god.”


“uh, sorry, boss.”


Ugh. Was it too late to reverse your decision?

Sans had actual heart eyes. Papyrus’ scars weren’t as angry. Your heart felt fuller.

On second thought…

Always go with your first instinct.

Oliver’s Birthday

Happy Birthday @vaelisamaza!!! This one is for you!!

It’s Oliver’s birthday and Felicity insists that it must be celebrated!

In this story, I took some liberties. It is set shortly after Oliver comes back after facing Ras the first time in Season 3. Felicity never ends up with Ray, Oliver’s birthday occurs before they go to Nanda Parbat and Thea is aware of Oliver being the Arrow and is sort of with Roy. Hope that all makes sense :)

Thanks to @almondblossomme for proofing! Also available on AO3.

“I don’t want to be a woman that you love.” The words played over and over in Oliver’s head. He knew Felicity was mad when she said them but it didn’t mean they weren’t true.

Oliver didn’t know why her words hurt so much. It wasn’t as though, he thought he deserved her. He couldn’t be with her and be the Arrow but he hadn’t slept well since that night and it had nothing to do with being stabbed by Ras Al Ghul.

Oliver got off his cot and decided if he couldn’t sleep, he may as well exercise.

As he did the salmon ladder, he continued to think. He knew Felicity was dating Ray and he didn’t like it. If he was honest, he wouldn’t approve of her dating anyone that wasn’t Oliver Queen.  He hopped down. The sweat dripping off his abs. He didn’t know what to do.

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Imagine Sister!Winchester Getting Out of The Hunting Life

She hadn’t seen her brothers for more than ten years, much less her dad. As soon as her brother Sam left? She was gone. She knew it was going to be her only chance for a normal life, that and she knew that her father would have held on even more tightly if she stayed. So, she left a note for her older brother and ran. She ran to New York where she got a whole new identity and started school, started a new life. She became a doctor, a damn good doctor and she got married. Married to a smart, kind man who worked at as a teacher; she loved him. They had two kids when they moved to Washington, a boy and girl; Dean John and Sophia Mary. They were the light of her life, the reason for living.

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Place Your Bet

REQUEST: You are stranded at Avenger Tower during a storm, and find yourself playing strip poker with the team… and Bucky.

Bucky x Reader

You were finally done. The last pages printed, you placed them all into a manila folder. A very large manila folder. You hefted it up into your arms and took the steps two at a time, up one floor and deposited it through the slot on the door to Pepper Pott’s office. The taxes for this quarter, for the retail income for Stark Industries, were done. They just needed signatures from Tony and Pepper, and to be mailed off. Of course, all of it wasn’t in the folder- most was in a computer file ready to be sent to the IRS. But what was necessary for them to look over was now settled onto the throw rug just inside Pepper’s door.

You shone your cellphone flashlight along the corridor. The power was out in most of New York right now. A huge tropical storm had come pretty far north, and outside, torrential rains were pounding down on the rooftops and streets and sidewalks of the city. No one was driving, subways were closed, and hospitals were on backup generators. You had been informed at about 3pm today that you were in fact stranded at the Tower. Pepper had given you the key to a guest room on the third floor, an efficiency apartment really. Every employee was stuck here. There had only been a skeleton crew today anyways because of the storm, but Stark Industries was a big account for you and you’d braved the rain to get here and try to get Tony’s affairs in order. He’d also rounded up most of the Avengers last week to get you on board to do their taxes this year as well,because, even though it wasn’t glamorous, there were two things in life that everyone including a superhero could count on, and those were death and taxes. And because of that, they could count on you. Y/N Y/L/N, CPA for the Avengers.

“Tony, finished with the taxes. Need you to sign them and return them to me in the morning. They’re in Pepper’s office.” You dashed off a text as you walked, passing the office that had been on loan to you the last few weeks while you had been wading through the mess the last accountant had made of Tony’s finances. The office was nice, but it was made nicer by the memory of a certain hunky, dark haired soldier who’d been spending a lot of time hanging out there, asking you questions you really didn’t know the answers to. Like, “How does a guy file taxes if he’s been dead for 70 years?” Or “If he hasn’t really been dead but hasn’t been making money, does he have to file back taxes? Can he get audited for 70 years? Would the IRS do that?” You smiled as you walked. Incessant questions had turned into a dinner date last week, which had turned into a three hour conversation in the borrowed Buick of Captain America about which was better, Terminator 1 or 2, and then a kiss that was much more chaste than you’d have liked on your doorstep. You looked around. You weren’t sure if Bucky knew you were staying at the tower this evening. Last you’d heard from him was three days ago, when he’d texted to tell you the date had been nice and that he was going out of town on a mission and would be back soon.

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slowmovingsloth  asked:

Hello I am interested in writing a clone wars story and I was wondering if you have tips for creating a clone squadron. I have my oc Jedi but I want a small black ops team for her I'm just not use to making so many OCs and especially not soldiers or men. Any tips or recommendations?

Hi there! It’s great to see you want to make up a small team of clones for your Jedi OC! I think that’s a fun way of exploring group dynamics. And while I think I’m far from being an expert at this, I don’t think it’s too complicated a process to roll together. So lemme see here – I’ll try listing things out so it won’t get so cluttered:

- Firstly, it’d be good to review the material. Watch The Clone Wars (again if you’ve already seen it, poke around the seasons for certain episodes, etc.) and really take a look at how the clones interact with each other/the generals and padawans/anyone else they speak to. Note their levels of professionalism, how easy it can get away from them if they’re thrown through a loop, how fast they bounce back.

If you play video games or watch Let’s Plays, Republic Commando is another great point of reference to work with since they’re all Commandos. (And I guess the RepComm series written by Karen Traviss can also be considered? There’s some good military points in there along with some squad rivalry in Triple Zero, but that’s about the only things I find beneficial because it personally wasn’t my cup of tea bUT YEAH, it’s not required reading! HUZZAH.)

- To be honest, writing a clone can be like writing any other character. They’re soldiers, yes, but they’re individuals. Under the surface of being part of the GAR/black ops/other specialized force, each one will act differently from the other. They have likes, dislikes, hobbies, personality quirks. They can either work great together or have some issues cooperating, but the latter is something no one wants happening because what good is a soldier that can’t work in a team? (I’m looking at you, Domino Squad. >_> )

- Real life reference actually works, too. I don’t have brothers, but I have a bunch of cousins and friends who have shown varying degrees of brotherly bonds. I mean, you can even have a sister or know some sisters or some best friends to get a better idea of working relationships so they aren’t just lifeless, stone-faced killas. (Unless they wanna be, but, yeah.) It helps with the non-soldier side of things, at least. Of course, some of it can possibly work itself into military performance…

- I’ve also roleplayed a lot on and off, so that sort of lends itself into writing how a clone may think or act. Especially when you’re RPing in a live channel. Those kind of character responses are done on the fly with whatever’s at your disposal. (Of course, this may not be the best tip here. Because I’ve done some really dumb things during RP sessions. SO unless you like throwing curve balls in scenes, I’d say go for it.)

- RESEARCH seems to be a good place to end this, though! Lots of research! Star Wars research, military research, whatever research! Look into the Clone Wars era! I know it’ll be hard to do because there’s both the Legends continuity and the newer timeline to consider, but you don’t have to get too anal with the details.

JUST SO YOU KNOW, this isn’t a official or definitive recommendation list for Clone forming! These are just some of the things coming to the top of my head. I’m sure I missed a few and went off-tangent at some point, but this is what I got while my attention span is not focusing on how hot everything is right now ew cool air plz. I just hope this helps gets things off the ground! I’m helping!

Meeting Ghost after the show in Nov 10 ❤️️

• Aether Ghoul
Met him first :) he was so shy and signed everything for me with a big smile. When he signed my mask he said it was heavier than his. I’m a sucker for guys with accents and nose rings.

• Air Ghoul
He was soooo tall! His accent was really thick as well. He told my brother and I our jackets were nicer than his jacket. He also asked about our patches and where we got them. At which point we are like umm the bands store, lol!

• Water Ghoul
She came up to us and said she saw us from the stage! At which point Aether looks over and smiles and says he saw us!!! She said we looked good and said she felt like she was looking at herself. I asked her what it was like to be on the bus with a bunch of guy. She said as long as everyone is professional, everyone gets along. She had a really thick accent?! I thought she was American?!

• Earth Ghoul
He came out last and started with us for autographs. He said we looked awesome and then drew on my brothers hand with sharpie by accident. He’s tiny for sure, dressed like a stereotypical rockstar.

• Alpha Ghoul
OMFG!!! This man. So I met him second and he was awesome. All smiles and he seemed to enjoy meeting everyone. So first off he grabs my Grucifix and says that it’s a little bigger than his but that I looked really good and continued to compliment my outfit. He asked where we got the masks and thought they were really cool. I was surprised they were not aware they were being made. HERE’S THE KICKER… so I give him my mask to sign. I hand it to him upside and point to the other signatures… Alpha flips my mask over and signs the temple!! I was like ummm thanks smiling and HAPPY but trying to keep my perfectionism in check.

I guess looking back it makes a good story but now I have a freaking triangle on the side of my mask. IM STILL CONFLICTED!! &&& he took my sharpie as I’m walking up to the next Ghoul!!

• Papa
He comes up to us and compliments us on our outfit. He said he really liked it and thanked up for coming/dressing up. I was a total idiot and was like I saw you guys back in 2013 thinking to myself WTF are you saying, he doesn’t care, stop bragging. After that he was going to sign my vinyl with a black marker and I stopped him and I was I really want them all in silver. He just laughed and was like ok. I just felt like a stupid fan girl!! Ugh, he was so attractive with his hair slicked back and wearing a pea coat :)

anonymous asked:

I've seen you talk before about the difficulties of gender-bending Austen because it affects so many different relationships, and I just wanted to recommend The Emma Agenda. It's a webseries adaptation of Emma with a female Knightly (Jordan) and a male Fairfax (Jon), and I think it does a really good job of thinking through changing gender dynamics, like for example Emma and Jon dated in high school and Emma's misconceptions about who Harriet is interested in take a slightly different course.

That sounds very interesting! I feel like the gender-swap in Austen narratives is much, much easier when the narrative is being overhauled in a modern upgrade, anyhow. My primary objections to switching out the gender of characters are when the historical/Regency/Georgian setting is left intact, and when so much of Austen’s original characters and plots depend upon the heavily gendered conventions that particularly restricted genteel women from pursuing careers and inheriting fortunes as men might do, it becomes almost impossibly difficult to justify having the impoverished Dashwood men, dependent upon the good-will and charity of their relations; or sad Andrew Elliot confined at home for years because of a broken engagement to a…I don’t even know what Frederica Wentworth could possibly be doing that’s remotely like active naval service; or the dowerless Bennet brothers looking to marry ladies of fortune when in all realism they ought to be inheriting Longbourn via the entail or else seeking out work to support themselves, or else they just become a bunch of lazy-seeming fortune-hunters.


You are the best friend of Sam’s girlfriend. And since Dean is single and lonely, Sam and his girlfriend are trying to make a match between Dean and Y/N.

Dean Winchester x Reader, Hannah x Sam Winchester, Hannah x Reader (friendship)

Warnings: none, maybe fluff idk

I called Sam’s girlfriend Hannah, there’s no real reason why.
When your name is Hannah you can change the name into something else.

Dean who’s making his way into the kitchen yawn’s and runs his hands over his face.
He and his brother just finished a stressful case in Ohio, and he was really happy to be back at the bunker.

“Good morning Dean.”, Hannah says happily, as soon as the oldest brother walkes through the door into the kitchen:“Have you slept well?”, she takes a sip of her coffee and gives him a smile.

“Not as good as you and Sammy, huh?”,he says and places himself on one of the chairs.
Even though Hannah tries to hide her face behind the newspaper he can clearly see how it turns slightly red: “Speaking of Sam, where is he?”

Even though he is always teasing Hannah and his brother, hes kind of jealous that he isn’t able to have what they have.

“He’s picking Y/N up.”, she answers and stands up to places her cup into the dishwasher:“ But he must be back in a few minutes.”

“Y/N?”, Dean’s asks and raises his thick eyebrows and Hannah hands him some coffee.

“She’s my best friend, and since I am kind of the reason her house burned out she’s staying here at the bunker for a little while.”, She explains but mumbles the last words, but before the brother of her boyfriend can complain about it she interrupts him:“ But you’re going to love her Dean, she’s truly amazing!”

“We’re back!”

Hannah’s head shoots up at the voice of her lover and she gives Dean a wink:“Believe me, you’re going to fall for her in a second.”
At with that she disappears.

Dean who sigh’s stands up and walks with the cup in his left hand into the war room.
At first he can only see Sam, then Hannah comes into his view and then she.

The woman, who must be Y/N stands in the middle of the war room.

She’s wearing a white t-shirts that seems a little bit too big for her body, it must be Hannah’s (since Hannah is taller than her) and blue jeans.

At Dean could swear to god her smile is the most beautiful thing in the entire world- in the entire universe. And in the minute his eyes are meeting her Y/E/C ones, his heart stopped for a second.

“You must be Dean.”, She says friendly and walks up to him:“ It’s nice to meet you finally, I’ve heard so many things about you.”

“I hope you only heard good things!”, He says and smiles down at her, when he realizes that he starts to blush he looks up at his brother and nods:“What happened to her house?”

“Hannah and I were chasing a bunch of demons and when they tried to stop us they set my house on fire.”, She runs a hand through her Y/H/C hair and looks at Hannah:“But if someone hadn’t told them my address my house would be ok!”

“It was a damn accident, we tried to kill them so I wanted to set a trap -”

“Remember me that the next time I am going to set the trap,ok?”, Y/N says and sigh’s:“Anyway I’m-”

Dean raises his hand and interrupts her:“Wait a second, you’re a hunter?”,the excitement in his voice is clear to hear, as soon as he can see the amusement in the eyes of his younger sibling he clears his throat:“ I mean -”

Y/N looks at the ground smiling, before she looks back up at him.
And it sends shivers down his back:“Yes, Yes I am. Since Hannah stepped into my life. She saved me a long time ago, and I learned everything from her!”

Sam lays his arm around her shoulders and looks down at his girlfriend:“Well, should I cut the pie while you talk about-”

“Pie?”, Dean asks and he almost chokes on his coffee:“Why do we have pie, and who-”

“You know, Dean.”,Hannah says while she follows her boyfriend to the kitchen:“Y/N isn’t just one of the best huntresses I know, she’s also bakes the best pie in the entire world!”

Dean looks back at Y/N who gives him a shy smile, he sighs and shakes his head.

He knows this woman is going to be the death of him.


Title: Burn - Keidge Week Prompt 1
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Pairing: Keidge; mild implication of Shiro/Matt
Summary: Pre-series with slight ret-conning. Big Brothers Shior and Matt decide that Katie and Keith might be good friends and decide to arrange a meeting between them at a Garrison-centric bonfire.
Standard Disclaimer: If you read and enjoy this, please give it a like/ reblog so I know if I should write more.
AN: Because, honestly, I kinda like the idea that Keith and Pidge met at least once briefly before the whole Kerberos thing. It’s also got some of my own headcanons in there, so please enjoy.

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Makeup Lessons, Boys and Bonding - Weasley Twins Imagine (Requested)

Request:  Can I have an imagine where I’m dating a weasley twin and staying at the burrow for a while and herminoe and ginny start asking questions and needs makeup/boy advice and we bond?


“Wait so… do you put it on under your eyelid too? Like on the bottom one, or just on the top eyelid?” The youngest and only female child out of the Weasley family sat excitedly in the middle of a pile, surrounded by various types of make ups. Ginny’s red head swung back n forth every time she went to grab a different stick of eyeliner or a shade of eye shadow. Hermione Granger rested properly on her knees, scanning over all the various varieties of skin care, lip stick, cover up, blush and mascara in amazement. Rounding the corner, (y/n) re-entered the room arms full with bags and small handheld containers. Hermione stood up, curious to what lied inside.

“Yes you can but I strongly suggest not to. Too many people don’t get it close enough to their eye to where it just looks like a bunch of squiggly line. Not very appealing if you were to ask me…” Ginny nodded hanging onto every word (y/n) spoke. She was extremely exceled in the topic of beauty and could give some of the best advice when it came to that. School… not so much.

Fred and George, Ginny’s older twin brothers and (y/n)’s boyfriends, had brought (y/n) along with them for spring break hoping to spend a good amount of time with their girlfriend. Unfortunately for them, their little sister seemed to be hitting the age where her looks matter to her. So, she turned to (y/n) for help. Hermione was clueless to most any types of cosmetics and had asked for guidance from the older girl as well. (y/n) planning on hitting two birds down with one stone, assumed she’d be able to teach them both together.

The frizzy headed brunette took hold of what looked to be a torture tool, examining to in her hands trying to figure out the exact use for it. Maybe it was to scoop out eyes, or clip the off?

“(y/n), um what is the purpose for this?” Holding the metal item up by the ends that resembled those of a scissors, Hermione gave her friend a questioning look. (y/n) giggled snatching the helpful tool from her hands, walking over to the mirror with Hermione following close behind her.

“I’ll show you.” Ginny looked over, wanting to absorb as much information as possible. (y/n) open it swiftly, letting both sides clamp down on her long eyelashes. Hermione shuddered at the painful look then relaxed when (y/n) easily pulled it off. Taking a full look at her new eyelash, Hermione noticed a difference from the other untouched one, besides a light coat of mascara. It waved upwards nicely in a lovely fashion.

“See, it’s an eyelash curler.”  Handing it back to the stunned Hermione after finishing the other eye, (y/n) smiled kindly. Ginny called her over again needing assistance on her attempt at eyeliner. She had taken (y/n)’s advice on not doing her lower eyelid but shook slightly while trying to perfect the first one. (y/n) cleaned her eye up in no time, demonstrating on her eye with liquid making effortless, flawless dark black wings. (y/n) suggested on Ginny using solid pencil eyeliner, before tackling the opposing difficult liquid option.

“Wow your eyes look stunning!” Both girls stated. (y/n) thanked them very flattered. She loved teaching others due to the fact she wasn’t skilled in much and nobody really needed her for anything very important. But this time it was totally different.

A pair on knuckles banged loudly on the door and the three girls jumped in surprise. Ginny dropped the bottles of face and eye primer she had been interested in. Hermione stopped her sentence short, staring at the door oddly. (y/n) waked over to the door, ready to unlock it before two voices broke out.

“Can we please have our girlfriend back it’s been almost 4 hours-“

“Yeah you guys have had enough time with her. It’s our turn-“

(y/n) covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing too loud. Fred and George stood clearly annoyed on the other side of the door. They continued to knock carelessly obviously not leaving until they got an answer.

“Go away! We’re almost done so calm down!” Ginny shouted retrieving back to her previous actions. Hermione smiled reaching for (y/n)’s basket filled with multiple sets of colorful nail polish, finding her favorite shade of red and then began painting her medium length nails. Fred scoffed loudly refusing to leave.

“You said that an hour ago! Honestly this isn’t fair were the ones who brought her!” George yelled into the wood that acted as a barrier between the groups. Truthfully, the boys were right. They would stop by every 45 minutes or so and beg for (y/n) to ditch the girls. (y/n) felt bad for abandoning the boys but the girls really needed her and she couldn’t really leave them alone to guess on what look good and what wouldn’t. Ginny and Hermione needed someone to be completely honest with them, so next year when they would be all alone without (y/n), they’d at least have an idea of what they were doing and could talk to each other.  

“Can I let them in for a little while? I promise I won’t let them distract me, but I feel sort of bad.” (y/n) asked turning to her friends. Ginny and Hermione shared a look. They both nodded and (y/n) pivoted back to the door twisting the lock open and allowing room for the boys to stumble in. Fred instantly wrapped his long arms around (y/n)’s stomach.

“You kidnapped our girlfriend our (y/n)!” The twins shouted in sync placing sweet kisses to both sides of her cheeks, then on her forehead. George pouted due to lack of attention. (y/n) side hugged him unable to release herself from the anaconda like grip Fred held. Ginny scoffed annoyed with her brothers, retrieving back to the skin care products. The boys slid theirs hands into (y/n)’s dragging her to the door but she protested.

“What’re you guys doing?” Scrabbling away (y/n) folded her arms across her chest, planting her feet like stones in the ground. Bewildered eyes glanced at her in pure confusion.

“(y/n) we haven’t hung out with you at all!” George stated in agony. Hermione whispered lightly with Ginny over shades of lips gloss compared to shades of lipstick.

“I know but the girls really need my help! Say, how about you two can spend some time with us in here?” She suggested leading them over to Ginny’s bed, who strongly disagreed. Giving up, Ginny moved all her blankets off the bed giving room for her brothers to sit nicely.

“Thank you kind sister!” Fred joked earning a displeased eye roll from her. Hermione crossed the room taking the open spot on the floor next to (y/n), chatting softly with her.

“Wait… are you teaching them how to use makeup…?” George took in the scattered cosmetics, finally understanding what they had been up to all day. The girls nodded and (y/n) returned to the conversation with Hermione. Hermione had the “hots” for a certain boy and wanted to make him take notice in her, so she turned to (y/n).

“I mean… I’m just all- well y’know me and awkward.” She explained in a hushed voice, not feeling very comfortable with the twins hearing in. (y/n) nodded, comprehending what was racing around Hermione’s head.

“I get it, but in all honestly a guy shouldn’t start ‘noticing’ or fancying you just for the fact that you all of the sudden are wearing makeup. Though, I’d still love to help you.” Hermione’s shoulder slumped down, (y/n) was right. Fred and George spied in smiling to each other before intervening.

“Who’s the lucky fellow, Mione?” The teased her with no hurtful intentions. The bright Gryffindor’s cheeks grew the same color of her house at the boy’s words. There was no way she could tell them she sort of fancied their brother, they’d just blabber on over to Ron. Ginny became interested walking over to listen in fully. (y/n) narrowed her (e/c) eyes at her boyfriend’s silently advising them to shut their mouths.

“Is it… Harry? You two seem to be very close if y’know what we mean.” George winked, ignoring (y/n). He was having too much fun messing with the brilliant girl. Ginny’s face flushed at their assumption, drawing in the attention of Fred. A sly, wicked smirk played on his face.

“Don’t worry Ginny we have none new to tell about you massive crush on dear Harry!” Fred broke out into a hysteric fit of laughter. Ginny avoided his comment, sitting with her back leaning on her dresser drawer. The other two girls giggled along with Fred already hearing out Harry all day long on Ginny’s part.

“Would you leave ‘em alone!” (y/n) threw her empty case at the gingers. George laughed sliding from the bed to sit behind (y/n), wrapping his arms carefully around her waist as Fred jumped to sit on her free side. Hermione held out the bottle of thick volume mascara asking (y/n) if she could put it on.

“Of course!” George loosened his grasp giving her enough room to have access to her friends face. With 3 strokes of each closed eyelid, (y/n) was done in no time falling back into George’s open arms. Fred held her hand lovingly rubbing his thumb along her small knuckles.

“Thank you.” (y/n) nodded as if she were a bobble head and boneless. The night went on with tips on makeup, boys, fashion and much much more. Fred and George wanted so badly to leave and sneak (y/n) out, away from the girls but they knew she wouldn’t obey. So, they spent the night listening and learning things they usually wouldn’t care to hear but it was worth it to spend time with (y/n).

~ Daizy

Request are open!! xxx