what is their pairing name anyway

Innuendos + Bonus Chat

Pairing: Steve x Reader


A Steve x reader where Tony makes really bad innuendos and Steve and the reader are to innocent to know what they mean

Tony has created a chatroom.

Tony has invited Bruce, Y/N, Steve, Scott, T'Challa, Rhodey, Peter.

Tony: Dinner tonight, all of us? I can make reservations at Rhodey’s favorite restaurant.

Scott: The one that spins?!

Tony: Yes, Scott. The one that spins.

Scott: I love that one! The waiting list is booked,  it would take months before we can eat there!

Tony: Oh, honey. When you’re a billionaire, you don’t need to wait.

T'Challa: And if they make us wait, I will just buy the restaurant. #RicherThanStark

Tony: … Who uses hashtags in a chat?!

T'Challa: #ObviouslyNotYou

Peter: I would love to come but… I have to study for a test tomorrow.

Tony: Aw c'mon kid, we haven’t seen each other in weeks! T'Challa just got back from Wakanda, Scott is finally free, and Steve and Y/N just returned from their 4 week long mission.

Bruce: Yeah, we miss you all!

Tony: Just one night! You’re smart, Peter. You’ll do fine in your test.

Peter: I guess…

Rhodey: #BadDad

T'Challa: #TonySucksAtParenting

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The One Who Holds Your Heart » Prince Adam

Request: Can u do a pre-cursed imagine of the reader and prince Adam? I don’t really have a plot I just love pre-cursed Adam:)))

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 1770

Summary: Adam is in love with you despite you being a maid.

A/N: Okay, so I really want to write a part two to this story and I will! [Name] won’t remember Adam and we’ll go on from there. Anyways, I hope you guys like this!

Part Two: The One Who Breaks The Curse

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Brandon Larracuente ∾ j.a

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

posted 5/3/17

request? yes
   " prompt 17 with Jeff?

prompt #17: “do you love me more than [insert celebrity name]?” “i’d be lying if i said yes.”

pairing(s): jeff x reader

warning(s): really short

a/n: i don’t know what celebrity the anon wanted to use so i’ll just use a random celebrity, whoops

“God, Brandon Larracuente is so hot.” you sigh, scrolling through your Instagram feed - which was coincidentally filled with Brandon Larracuente.

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Rogers Jr.

Summary: You and Steve tell your daughter about how you met back in Brooklyn. This is for @redlipstickandplaid who wanted enough floof to give her cavaties, I hope I met the bar!<3 

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Phoebe Rogers [their daughter], Bucky Barnes

Warnings:  so disgustingly cute and fluffy, Dad!Steve, I wanted to puke rainbows while writing this :’)

Sidenote;; Bolded text are past events as told by the Reader & Steve, [basically like a narrator] 

‘Cause all I know is we said hello, and your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name, everything has changed

All I know is you held the door, you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed’



“Yes, bug?” You gave your daughter a soft smile, tucking her into bed before sitting on the edge.

“How did you and daddy meet? Was he already an Avenger?”

“I knew Daddy before he was all tall and muscly, Phoebe,” you chuckled, earning an amused grin from the 5 year old, those beautiful bright blue eyes gazing up at you.

“Were you taller than him?”

You nodded, “I was.”

Phoebe laughed, her legs kicking underneath the duvet in her hysterics.

“Alright,” you smiled, trying to hide your own laughter, “calm down, miss. It’s time for some sleep, or you won’t be up in time for the school trip.”

“Oh,” her little face fell as she groaned in protest, “But you didn’t tell me the story.”  

“How about both me and Daddy tell you tomorrow?”

She nodded, enthusiastically. “Yeah!”

“See you in the morning, baby.” You lean down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before she snuggled beneath the sheets and settled to sleep.

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7 Minutes- Part 2 (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

requested: yes & no

pairing: reader x Shawn Mendes

word count: 1,962

a/n: fuck, look at me being proactive !! I’m actually really excited about this, thank you guys for all of the support :) x 

Your name: submit What is this?

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anonymous asked:

How would you train a deaf puppy? And would it be smart to let them walk free off the leash (as they can't hear you (obviously) when you call them back). I've always been curious how you train deaf puppies as it seems like almost impossible to me

There’s a lot that goes into training a deaf dog, especially in an effort not to startle them. Sign language is used, lights, stomping, and vibration collars (not a shock collar). You can use a vibration collar as a recall tool. Pair the sensation with treats and every time they feel the vibration, it would be similar to you calling their name. I wouldn’t recommend having a deaf dog off leash in an open area, but a fenced area is fine. You’d also need a vest or collar that indicates they’re deaf, you could even put a bell on their collar so you know where they are if they choose not to come back to you.

It’s important to note that dogs don’t really need you to talk to them to understand what you want. They don’t know what you’re saying anyway! The only time sound is a factor is when you need their attention. But in a face to face scenario, treats are enough to get a dog’s attention.

this is my first entry for @shippingwithstiles‘s whole week of Stiles-centric fics!! starting off with some Sterek to ease myself into it (promise i’ve got another ship or two coming soon)

April 1st prompt: Fool For Love



(also on AO3)

Stiles waited until the bell rang for lunch before he made his move. He had determined that to be the optimal time, the moment of maximum exposure and emphasis. Everybody would be flooding out of their classrooms and moving toward the cafeteria in one giant horde, and Lydia would be the last one out of her AP Calculus class like she always was because she stayed back to argue with the teacher.

Stiles had been preparing for this for weeks, building himself up to it and memorizing the pièce de résistance. He glanced over his reference sheet one more time just as the bell rang, mouthing the words to himself before folding it up and stuffing it in his pocket. He might’ve been sweaty with nerves, but unless this went far, far better than he was expecting, Lydia wasn’t likely to be close enough to tell so that was fine. Besides, he was allowed to be nervous; he was taking the final leap.

If this didn’t win him Lydia’s favor, nothing ever would.

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I couldnt stop thinking about this post so I decided to write a little drabbly thing inspired by it.

Word Count: 1388

You walked into the sixth store that day, you had only found a couple of new things so far but looking around this place you knew you would have some luck here. It had been a couple months since you and your long term boyfriend had broken up and you were finally starting to feel happy and confident again. You got a new haircut, a facial, and the sun was shinning. You had spent the day shopping and walking around the city with your best friend and you couldn’t be happier. You were feeling truly great without the stress of a relationship or a man not to mention you were finally updating you closet. You and your best friend walked around the most recent store picking up hanger afterhanger of clothes for you to try on. “What do you think of this color?” you ask your best friend holding up a top. “It’s not bad, but I think this would look even better!” (Y/F/N) says holding up a similar shirt in a different color. You grab them both, along with the rest of the pile and head to the fitting rooms.

Your friend waited outside the fitting rooms sitting on one of those big poofy cushion chairs waiting for you to come out for opinions. You step into the room and try on the first outfit, turning around a couple of times, you loved the bottoms but you weren’t really sure about the cut of the top, so you decided to step out and ask your friend. You made sure the door wouldn’t lock and stepped down the hallway to the sitting area. You saw your friend, but she didn’t see you, she was too busy looking at a group of a couple of guys standing around a clothing rack. You werent really in the mindset to be thinking or caring about guys at the moment so you called your friend’s name to get their opinion. “I really like that shirt actually, its a really good look for you” she answered when you asked about it. You nodded in agreement and went back to your fitting room to try more things on. Before you finished changing you heard your phone beep. You pulled on the next pair of jeans and checked the message and it was from your best friend. “Why didn’t she just come back here what could be so important?” you thought rolling your eyes but opening the message anyway.

Not to be weird and I know you swore off guys for a while or whatever but there are at least 2 cute hockey players that are here"

You rolled your eyes and sighed, she was correct in saying you swore off guys, you especially were not interested in some womanizer hyper masculine hockey player. You put your phone away and walked out to show your friend the top she had picked out. Despite your best effort not to care, you did a quick sweep of the store to see if there were any familiar hockey faces. You didn’t see anything at first glance so you walked over to your friend and showed her the top, commenting that you thought you liked the color of the other one better. Before she could say anything a masculine voice from the corner chimed in, “That color looks really good on you, but I didn’t see the other one so I can’t really say” You turned around to see a tall (admittedly good looking) guy smirking at you. You heard your friend attempt to hold in a squeal, which you figured must mean this guy was one of those hockey players she was talking about. He did look familiar but you couldn’t come up with a name.

“Thank you” you replied, “ but I don’t know if I want to take fashion advice from a guy that doesn’t even seem to know how to wear a hat.”

You said it playfully, but you were a little annoyed at a stranger (an a guy nonetheless) interrupting your bff day out. He laughed at the jab and looked like he wanted to say more. But before he could you turned back to your friend and said, “Well that was weird, so do you like it better than the other one? I want to look at more places so I dont really wanna get both.”

“Uh yeah sure it’s totally nice” she said distractedly. You could tell she was still looking at the guy that had spoke to you and his friends.

“You remember this is supposed to be an us day right? No boys no relationships just clothes and shoes” You were getting a little annoyed so you turned to go back to your fitting room to try on the rest of the things so you could pay and get out of there and back to your bffs only day of shopping. You gathered up your things and headed to the cash register. Your friend quickly followed behind apologizing for being so inconsiderate.

“It’s okay” you said swiping your card. You grabbed your bags and thanked the cashier, but as you went to walk away you were stopped by a large body. The same one that tried talking to you earlier. You couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by how good he smelled and the firmness of his chest you felt when you bumped into him was making you feel some kind of way. “Uh I’m sorry” the deep voice you had heard earlier said. You looked up to brown eyes and a chiseled jaw like you had never seen before. You were beginning to forget your ‘I don’t need a man’ attitude from earlier. “Uh its fine. I should have been paying attention to where I was going.” You managed to get out. You could hear your friend behind you taking pictures and trying to quietly freak out.

“We should probably get out of the way” he said. Grabbing your arm and moving the two of you away from the line. Where his hand had touched your skin felt electric. You laughed nervously and thanked him for moving you. He smiled and you took a quick second to regather yourself. “Thanks for the input over there, I decided to get that one” you said now hoping to continue on the conversation so you could keep looking at this handsome guy. “Yeah anytime” he said smiling and scratching the back of his neck. “I didn’t catch your name” you said holding out your hand after setting some bags on the ground. “Its Auston, Auston Matthews” he replied taking your hand and shaking it. “Oh shit you are the hockey player! The one with the four goals in the first game oh man! I knew you looked familiar” You could see his cheeks reddening a little with blush. “Hit em with the four!” you heard a guy yell from a few feet away (it was probably that other rookie guy he’s known to be friends with you thought to yourself). “Yeah that me” he said still turning red. “I’m (Y\N)” you said. “ I do like hockey but I haven’t really been following the leafs… right the leafs?” He nodded laughing a little, “ Its totally fine. Uh Id be willing to catch you up with how they’re doing this season uh if youd want to go get dinner or something sometimes.” You hesitated for a second, “ Well I ha-” you started, but before you could finish your best friend stepped up, “ Wait a minute (Y/N) can we talk?”

“ You are not turning down a date with Auston freaking Matthews Im not letting you do that to yourself go say yes to that boy and you can thank me later!” You tried to protest but your friend nudged you back to Auston and you looked at him again. One date couldn’t really hurt. “Yeah I would love that.” He smiled and you gave him your number. Your day was definitely not going how you thought it was going to.

High School Band AU: Chapter One

Here it is! I almost forgot this was ready, just waiting to be posted. Hope you like it!

“Well, that was disappointing…”

“You’re being too polite. That was awful.”

“I knew holding auditions would be stupid. You made me waste the whole week on this.”

“One week that you couldn’t skip class to jerk off to whatever weird shit you’re into, Saeran…”

“Shut up before I’ll break this pretty face of yours, Zen.”

“Ah, come on guys, let’s not fight right now, we have bigger problems right now?”

“Yoosung is right, nobody met our expectations, we still don’t have a vocalist and the festival is in less than a month…”

“Can’t we really ask Rika to come back? “

“I talked to V about this. She’s still recovering.”

“From what? From her diva tantrum?”

“Saeran, don’t even start, please…”

“No, fuck that! Is she still sensitive because she realized she’s not that perfect and she doesn’t have her boyfriend to cover up for her anymore? Come on, I can’t be the only one thinking about this! Saeyoung, some help here?”

“Oh, I don’t have a vote here, I’m just the DJ, or at least that’s what she said…”

“I’ll take that as a help. See? That girl has a major diva complex!”

“Saeran, don’t talk about my cousin like that, please.”

Okay, you’re pretty sure by now you shouldn’t be listening to this conversation. What were you even thinking? Coming here was a stupid idea, entering by the wrong door was a stupid idea, even considering this audition was stupid! Mental note: never let yourself be hypnotized by a pair of dreamy eyes! That is how you mother got pregnant, right? You giggle, your mom is pretty funny when she’s not running away to follow her frustrated dreams from her teenage days…

“Guys? I found one more!” you’re taken aback by this redhead guy pointing to you behind the curtains. Shit! “Aren’t you a little late?” he asks playfully.

“I… got lost.” You say, trying to avoid his gaze. “Anyway, I’m going now…” you try to turn your back on him, but he grabs your hand and leads you to the stage. “W-wait, I… I don’t…”

“Don’t be shy! Hey, guys, look what I found!” he points at you in a exaggerated way. Did he really just call you a “what”?

You find six pairs of eyes staring at you. Five guys and one girl look at you curiously, as if you were some kind of alien or something.

“What’s your name?” the brunette one asks without any expression in his face or voice.

“Hum… MC.”

“Okay, hum MC, what are you going to sing?” the brunette puts his pen on a paper waiting for your answer. He’s… scary, he looks like a teacher.

“I… I, okay, this was a misunderstanding. I was… I was trying to find the magician club.” Is there a magician club? Shit! Why can’t you even lie properly right now?

“The magician club has meetings on Wednesdays.” The blond one states and smiles sweetly, oh… maybe this one is nicer.

“Don’t act like the magician club is cool, Yoosung.” The silver haired one scoffs, gaining a glare from the blond one. “Are you lost, sweetie? Maybe I can help you…” oh, wait! This one you actually know, he was in the musical theater club too, what was his name again?

“Ugh, there he goes again…” this other redhead groans and mutters, giving quick annoyed glances to you. Oh… so this one next to you and that one are twins, okay.

“Yes, Zen. Let’s focus. What are you going to sing?” the girl finally says something, she looks more patient than the brunette one, but she is also pretty intimidating, and her haircut is cool!

“I… am not going to sing. This was a mistake. I should get going…”

“Are you scared? Don’t be! We won’t bite… well, maybe I will, but that can wait…” the redhead with glasses wiggles his eyebrows looking at you. “Haha, I’m just joking! You should see your face right now…”

“I’m not scared and I’m going! Sorry for taking your time, this was a misunderstanding.”

“You’re already here, why don’t you sing?” the brunette says, looking at you, you can see a little annoyance on his features.

“I… I can’t sing. I don’t know how.”

“Yes, you do! I know you! You were on the musical theater club! I remember you, quiet weird girl sitting in the back just doing backing vocal… do you remember me?” how could you forget Zen and his brutal honesty?

“I do…”

“So you can sing!” the blond one says and everybody stares at you again… that was stupid! That was so fucking stupid of you!

“I can, but I… I… look, this was stupid, okay?”

“Yeah, no shit!” the redhead without glasses scoffs.

“Excuse me?” you ask, did he interrupt you to make fun of you?

“You were hiding, listening to our conversation, then pretends you’re all innocent and shy when we catch you and keep lying to us even when we already know you’re lying! Come on, this is very stupid.”

“I agree with Saeran. This already took too much of our time.” The brunette one says, everybody look at him surprised and nod. Oh, you get it, he’s the leader, and the redhead there is pissing you off!

“So, if you’re not going to sing because you’re a scared little girl, just go away already!”

“I’m not scared! And you’re really rude, dude! Go get laid and release all this puberty stress!” oh no, you didn’t! Everybody looks at… what’s his name? Saeran, right? But you look to the other twin still by your side.

“I tell him the same every day, can you believe?” he says to you, smiling.

“SHUT UP!” oh… he’s… red, he’s blushing. You broke the little punk wannabe! Okay… this satisfied you more that you would care to admit.

“Then, if you’re not scared, will you sing or do we have to waste more time?” the brunette is the only one who didn’t show any reaction to your little argue with Saeran.

“Why do you keep talking about time? Do you have somewhere to go?” you ask. Jesus! You won one, you can’t be risking yourself like this.

“We’re still waiting for you to sing.” See? You knew you wouldn’t win twice on this.

“Fair enough. I’ll make you forget the place you had to be.” You just hear some uhhhs from Zen and the nice redhead, and the brunette smirks at you:

“Let’s see what you got.” Is that a challenge? Interesting…

“I should… get out of here. This is about to catch fire.” The redhead jumps out of the stage.

“Hi. My name is MC and I’ll be singing ‘I’m the Greatest Star’ from the musical Funny Girl.”

“This isn’t a musical theater audition…” the brunette is still smirking.

“Nobody said what kind of music I should sing. Does anyone here oppose to me singing this one?”  everybody nodded negatively, you noticed the girl looked a little excited, did she like the song or was she happy to see the band’s leader losing his control over them?

“Very well, so I won’t oppose either. Let’s hear it! Do you need any support? Yoosung can play the piano or Saeyoung can give you a base.”

“I’ll sing acapella.” Since you already made tons of stupid decisions, why not add one more?

“Do as you please. Saeyoung, the lights.” So the nice redhead’s name is Saeyoung, and he promptly lights up the stage, you feel a shiver as you can’t see any of their faces right now…

“Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart!” that’s Zen’s voice, you notice how excited he is.

You close your eyes, take a deep breath… and your voice come out.

“I got 36 expressions, sweet as pie to tough as leather, and that’s six expressions more than all those… Baltimore’s put together… Instead of just kicking me, why don’t they give me a lift? It must be a plot! Cause they’re scared that I got… such a gift? Well, I’ll nift!”

The thing about this song is that she has a lot of variations disguised as this little humor gimmicks, so… yeah, it wasn’t the greatest choice to an audition for a band, but hey! You’re having fun! Yes, this is fun, this is… natural, somehow. And the fact you can’t see their faces make you feel like it’s just you against the lights in the whole world.

Zen is smirking, as if he knew about this hidden treasure before all of them. Yeah, he just refuted the fact you couldn’t sing because he knew, he can trace talent even if it’s hidden behind a secondary role on a musical theater play. And as soon as you stepped in that stage, he knew exactly who they were about to deal with… well, at least musically, he had no idea that quiet girl could be that…spirituous. Confronting Jumin like that was bold, and he likes bold girls…

Yoosung is hypnotized. You look and sing like an angel, it’s so different from Rika, but the sweetness and this expressiveness are the same. Also, you look a little intimidating at first, but he’s pretty sure you’re very sweet and nice, he noticed this at the moment you smiled at him and the little fact about the magician club. Also, nobody that sings like that can be less than adorable, yes, h barely knows you, he already adores you.

If this was a cartoon, Jaehee’s eyes would have dollar signs in it. You sing well, you have a cute face… maybe they can sell tickets or get some gigs with you and finally make some profit out of this… hobby. Also, she loves Funny Girl, what an interesting choice… you’re… interesting. She’s curious about you, and she rarely gets curious…

Saeyoung is smiling, he was rooting for you the minute he found you backstage. He can’t explain, he just… liked you, he wanted to know what you were up to. Was that whole scene part of your number? You’re such a drama queen, he loves it! Yes, he’s already thinking about the costumes he can put on you, you will look so cool and cute… also, you made his brother blush, you’re already his favorite person in the world. Even if you don’t join the band, he wants to hang out with you…

Saeran was mad. You were so sassy, he doesn’t like sassy girls, he was rooting for you to sing really bad, but… what the fuck? You are actually great!? Ugh… just remembering the way you defied him make his blood boil. Stupid little talented  bitch… and you’re cute too? UGHHHH, you’re trouble, aren’t you? You’re making him feel troubled.

Jumin is still smirking, he just needed this confirmation on something he knew from the moment you confronted him: it was you. It had to be you, no one else. “ So this is the girl V warned me about, interesting…”

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playing with fire | taehyung

Originally posted by gotjimin

genre: fluff, fuckboy taehyung, short story, one shot?(maybe; depends if people like it)

pairing: taehyung x reader 

summary: you knew what you were in for, but it was too late to get out. besides, it’s not like you wanted too anyways. 

a/n : obviously based off of blackpink’s song, playing with fire. stan my moms! 

 The name Kim Taehyung wasn’t new to you. Although, you wish you would stop hearing it, everyday, every hour and every freaking second. Taehyung did this—Taehyung said this—Taehyung did that. You found it so annoying. The girls in your school talk about nothing else, other then that cocky, ignorant, horny fuckboy. You honestly just wish that he disappears off the face of the earth and people would actually come to their senses on how irrelevant he is. But today of all days, you dread hearing the name: and the sentence that followed it.

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Claire and Erin Interview Sachin Sahel!
Ever wondered why Jackson says "Abby" so much? How the cast prepped to play chipped versions of themselves? What Sachin always thought Jackson's first name should be? What Henry Ian Cusick's hair f

Hi fam!  Apologies for the exterior link instead of the automatic widget player; for some reason Tumblr does not not want to post this track the regular way.  WHO KNOWS.  But anyway, HERE IT IS to fill the void left in your life by the absence of a new episode!

Ever wondered why Jackson says “Abby” so much? How the cast prepped to play chipped versions of themselves? What Sachin always thought Jackson’s first name should be? What Henry Ian Cusick’s hair feels like when you run your fingers through it? Were you perhaps in the market for a Paige-and-Sachin-are-best-friends story no one has heard before, some very light and non-spoilery hints about what’s to come on Science Island, or a pair of HAUNTINGLY accurate impressions of Bellamy Blake and Charles Pike?


We got to hang out via Skype with Sachin Sahel (“Eric” Jackson on The 100) last week to talk about episode 405 and had the time of our goddamn lives. You will too.

Dazai and Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) cheebs I drew a week or two back because I haven’t drawn a lot lately :‘3c

Behind These Bars: Part Two

Daryl Dixon Imagine

I’d recommend reading part one first.


Daryl is planning his escape, waiting for a chance to get out when the door to his cell suddenly opens.

word count: 1134

approximated reading time: 6 minutes

Daryl was sitting in the darkness of his cell waiting for a chance to make his move. He was a slave barely able to make it out alive whenever he was forced to work in the walker pit. Dwight was watching his every move and Daryl was longing for the day he could finally kill him. Between work and being locked away in the darkness he hadn’t really had a chance to plan his escape. There were barely any weak spots in the Sanctuary, but Daryl couldn’t stop looking for one. He couldn’t give up. He had made a promise and he was going to keep it.
He was taken back to reality when he heard muffled sounds coming from outside his prison door. He rose to his feet ready to fight as he heard the key in the keyhole. The light was blinding and for a second he could only see a dark figure standing in front of him with their hands on their hips.
“Wanna go?”, the figure asked and he immediately recognized her by the way she talked. That chirping sound, the way her words seemed to dance.
“How?”, he muttered unable to process what had just happened. She had been locked away behind multiple doors only Negan seemed to have the keys to and yet she was here, standing in front of him.

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petroltogo  asked:

Since you asked for fluffy headcanons (I hope that's still ongoing): I headcanon that in any three-way relationship (you can chose with whom) Tony always sleeps in the middle. He's maybe a little worried about it at one point, in case it comes across like he wants to hog all the attention or something when it really just makes him feel so safe and warm and protected and loved, and he never sleeps better then when he's with them. His partners don't mind though, because sleepy, cuddly Tony.

YAAAAAS YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS THIS IS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY!!! I love this idea! Thank you so much for sending me this amazing head canon :) I made it a Stuckony pairing because I love those three together <3

The first night the three of them sleep together, Tony can hardly believe his luck. After dancing around each other for months Tony finally finds himself swept up in the arms of two super soldiers.

 He is practically vibrating with joy and satisfaction in his post coital bliss; a light sheen  of sweat on Steve’s exposed shoulders and Bucky’s collarbone is illuminated by moonlight streaming through the penthouse window. Tony grins widely at the sight and breathes out. The bed is warm, a tangle of limbs and sheets, and for once Tony feels safe. 

He is finally, deliriously happy. 

Till a nasty thought drips through his mind, isn’t it a little selfish of you to expect these wonderful men to be impressed by you? To need you? The infamous Barnes and Rogers? Do you even deserve to share a bed with them? 

The wide grin slowly fades and Tony sits up. He looks down at the pair, who have gravitated towards each other in their sleep, and suddenly is confronted by the vast space between himself and his new lovers.

Do they even want you here? 

Now a rational person, one who has actually had more than a few hours of sleep in the last seventy-two hours, would know that people move in their sleep and neither Steve nor Bucky are malicious in their unconscious action. 

Maybe they heard about your exploits and figured you’d be the easiest person to bring into their bed for a little experimentation…

Tony is not capable of rationality at this moment.

Which is why he attempts to extricate himself from the blankets and pillows that have tangled his legs into warm silk knots; the lab is his destination.

A strong silver hand suddenly grips Tony’s shoulder, he releases a sharp chirp of surprise.

“Where ya goin’ doll?” Bucky grumbles, his face is halfway obscured by wild hair; Steve growls and moves to sit up.

“Uh…the lab…I just remembered-”

“Tony it’s one in the morning,” Steve is blinking blearily at the genius and frowning, “what could you possibly have to do?”

Tony’s mouth opens to respond but Bucky beats him to it.

“I can practically hear this punk overthinking things Stevie, is that accurate?” 

Steve lets out a sigh as Tony’s mouth snaps shut.

“Let’s just go back to sleep and we can all talk this out in the morning over breakfast, okay?” Steve levels Tony and Bucky a tired smile and reaches for the blankets.

“So…” Tony’s voice is just so small in the quiet of the room, “so you actually want me to stay?”

Bucky’s eyes snap open, grey and glinting in the moonlight, and he bolts upright beside Steve whose face has all but crumpled. 

“Of course we want you here-”

“What are earth are you talkin’ about-”

The pair move at the same time to surround Tony on both sides; Steve all but pulls Tony onto his lap while Bucky grasps the engineers face between his hands. 

“Of course we wanted you to stay, we…” Bucky looks to Steve and smiles, it’s small but reverent, “we want you to stay for as long as you’ll have us. We’re not goin’ anywhere sugar.”

Steve nods into Tony’s hair and presses a feather light kiss into the shell of his ear. 

Tony can feel his eyes burn slightly and a tight lump forms in his throat as Bucky’s metal thumb strokes the delicate skin of his cheek and temple. 

“Now lets get some shut eye,” Steve murmurs into Tony’s hair, his voice is soft and low. 

Tony lets himself be pulled down by Steve and Bucky, his eyes flutter shut and the tense line of his shoulders ebbs away with each kiss Bucky places on the back of his neck. 

Steve pulls the blankets around them all, and shifts his long legs to tangle with Tony’s and Bucky’s. 

As Tony’s breathing evens out, Steve whispers into the quiet of the penthouse in that same soft low voice he used earlier.

“I love you both,”

Tony awakens the next morning to two pairs of beaming eyes, four wandering hands, and two smiling mouths whispering his name. 

He is finally, deliriously happy.

Well this isn’t exactly what you wanted but I hope you like it anyway!! 

anonymous asked:

If children inherit one of their parents' quirks, or a combination of the two, what do you think Bakugou's parents' quirks are? Also what do you think Izuku would have gotten if his power manifested like usual(his father breathes fire and his mother has minor telekinesis)?

Actually anon!!!!! We know Mitsuki and Masaru’s quirks! Mitsuki can sweat glycerine (no explosions) and Masaru has oxidizing sweat (can make small explosions) so when combined you got Bakugou’s nitroglycerine sweat! I find it super neat tbh I was really happy when I found out about it (…also because I kinda headcanoned Bakugou taking the explosions from his mild and lovable father and he did what a good)

As for Izuku tbh I don’t know? I never spent much time thinking about it, but if we exclude the possibilities of him having his mother or his father’s same quirks, the neatest combination would have probably been firebending I think - he could either produce his own fire (like his father does, that would be the strongest outcome I guess) and bend it through his mother’s magnetizing-type quirk, or he could bend already existing fire only, which is also pretty neat but not as self-sufficient and therefore a lil less strong… anyway it would have been hilarious tbh because if he’d had a fire quirk Todoroki Bakugou and he would have all been fire babies and that’s ???? amazing™

Anon said:  You know, as funny and adorable was seeing Kiri cry because Tetsu’s quirk is similar to his, the new chapters that revealed his insecurities made it more sad, because the Sport Festival is for gaining popularity and attention, and Kirishima already thought his quirk was not flashy, then he meets another student who has a quirk similar to his. It must have been really devastating to his self-esteem

I’m gonna be honest anon, I’ve been keeping track of Kiri’s self-esteem issues since he first mentioned disliking his quirk before the USJ attack so anything that’s happened after it in that sense hasn’t really been a surprise for me? I’ve been hoping Horikoshi would properly address it like he did in the lastest chapters for ages - seeing him honestly upset about Tetsu having his same quirk made me go aw baby the first time I read it in the manga too, so when I saw it happen again in the anime I did still find it kinda sad BUT ALSO it does make you think about how much he grew into himself!! How much better he got with his confidence and how much he tries and works hard oh my god I love that child

Also!!! The fact that even though at first he had that reaction to Tetsu they still ended up being seriously good friends and gunning for each other and having the healthiest rivalry ever is!!!! So good!!!! He could have held a grudge against him forever but instead!!!!! Oh man!!!!!

(… what actually made me sad because I’m weak and a baby is Kaminari going “aw man I’m not good at those” when they announced the second round, like, god save me how many times has this boy been left out of children games through his childhood because his quirk is incompatible with teamwork I want to  c r y)

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Teen!Tony/Teen!Reader: Oh My God!

Originally posted by keepcalmandcallnico

A/n: This contains smut!

“Okay class today we are starting a new project!” Mr. Adams announced. The class groaned. “This project will be on a home of the future. You and a partner of my choosing will have to create  home of the future. It has to have a way of getting everything eco friendly. That means a good way to get water and energy."You and your best friend looked at each other hoping that you’ll get each other like you always do. Mr. Adams got a top hat out and put everyone’s names in.

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Come Cuddle With Me

Your name: submit What is this?

It was a peaceful day. No one needed to be saved, no monsters needed to be hunted, and the world wasn’t ending for once. These days are rare, especially when you live and hunt with the Winchesters on a daily basis.

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Jealousy Really Bites (Leonard McCoy)

A/N: wowowow first story lmao here goes w bones hA
Warnings: None

Being a nurse was not all it was cracked up to be. Today, for example, had been duller than dirt. The most interesting patient to come in had been some poor ensign who had gotten his finger caught in the turbolift door. The day had been painfully uneventful, and you waited for something to happen, fiddling with the engagement ring on your left hand. You smiled in excitement at the thought of marrying Bones, but the boredom quickly returned. So when someone came in from a landing party with burns and lacerations, you were quick to volunteer. In hindsight, maybe this wasn’t the best course of action.

“(Y/N), could you handle this one? I need to realign the joints in this poor man’s finger,” Bones called from his worktable.

“Sure thing, babe,” you replied eagerly, grabbing a kit and your tricorder.

You met the patient at the station next to Bones’ and began to run your tricorder over his burns.

“Hey, darling, you’re looking nice today,” he smirked, eyeing you over.

Bones shot a glance to the side at the comment but elected to ignore the statement.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, blushing and continuing your work.

“The name’s Green. Ensign Green. And yours?”

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied quietly, still blushing.

“Oh that’s pretty, darling,” he smiled.

Bones was fuming at this point. Was nothing sacred? At the rate this man was digging his own grave. There was a syringe full of hypospray with his name on it.

“Is that a ring I see?” Green asked, making eye contact with you, the smug grin never leaving his face. “What a lucky guy to have someone as beautiful as you.”

Oh no he didn’t. Oh. No. He. Did. Not.

“Who is this chump anyway?”

You began to stutter in embarrassment. “I- Well- Uh- It’s- I’m-”

You were cut off with a pair of lips crashing onto yours. At first you thought it was Green, and you were repulsed, but after a moment you recognized it as Bones, and you kissed back before pulling away.

“Who’s the chump? It’s just little old me.” It was Bones’ turn to smirk as he held up a hand with a matching ring.

Green looked mortified. His jaw dropped and he paled several shades. “Oh- Uh- Dr. McCoy- I never meant-”

“I believe you’re free to return to duty, ensign,” Leonard cut of the man’s stuttering.


As Green left you turned and smirked up at Bones. “Doctor McCoy,” you began. “That was highly unprofessional of you.”

Bones leaned down and kissed you again. “Shut up and get back to work.”

“Yes sir,” you said fake saluting. Before you left you gave him a kiss of the cheek. “I love you, Leo.”

“I love you too.”

Piece of Home

Hi, hello! I tried, first Plance! 

Hope you like it! I was like “Let’s keep it simple and short” and ha…haha…almost 1k. Anyways.

Content: Plance, fluffy. Like, extremely fluffy, guys. There’s faint banter but like, other than that, they are just in love and so tender and fnsdjfsk TENDER AND SOFT.

Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. 


He did not squeak.

“You don’t need to squeak so loud, Lance.”

What did he just said?

“Pidge, I want you to know that screaming someone’s name out of nowhere – especially if they are coming from the vents – is reason enough to be startled. Like I was: startled, not scared.” The brunet turns, hand still pressed against his chest, mockingly glaring up at the young teen hanging from the vent above.

The seventeen years old shrugs as best as she can in her upside down position. “Sure, whatever u say, scary cat –”


“Now, come on, come on! Help me down, it’s almost time!” Pidge shouts, making grabby hands at her boyfriend.

Lance sighs but complies, standing just below where Pidge’s hovering on. “Okay, alright you crazy monkey, you can let go now.”

She doesn’t need anything else and then she’s falling from the vents, quickly landing not so gracefully on Lance’s waiting arms, smirking when the brunet makes an ‘oof’ sound.

“You really live up to your name, Sir Lance.” Pidge says, grinning and slapping his cheek playfully.

Lance chuckles, bumping his forehead against hers. “Well, I need to be there for my beautiful maiden, of course.”

“I’m flattered.” Pidge deadpans before laughing when Lance drops a sloppy kiss on her cheek, “Ew, Lance!”

“Wanna tell me why you were inside the vents? You are getting too big for them, you know? You’re not fifteen anymore.” He muses, gently setting his girlfriend on the ground but keeping his hand on her lower back, “Hunk mentioned a project? That I don’t know of for some reason?”

Pidge’s face lights up at the mention of her project. “Yes! And it’s almost time to show time! So come on.”

“Alright, alright.” Lance laughs as he lets himself be dragged by the small teen.

Lance easily notices the familiar path they are walking on but says nothing. Soon enough, they are inside the Castle’s biogarden. The variety of plants and flowers they have found from different planets making the room look bigger than it is. Lance’s favorites are the watermelon color ones; they are long and big, their roots with petals and small thorns making their way all across the walls until they find the edge of the ceiling. Lance calls them Pinky Spikes.

“Looks like the garden is coming up good, huh?” Lance says, patting the surfaces of the nearest Pinky Spike, avoiding the pointy thorn on it, “Can’t believe it’s been a month since we started this.”

Pidge nods her head, shifting from one foot to the other. “I thought it was a good place for the surprise, ya know.”

Lance arches an eyebrow at her. “Surprise?”

Pidge grins and holds up a finger, silently telling him to wait, before she goes back to the entrance and press a few buttons on the screen hologram in the corner.

The lights dim slowly, making a few of the most exotic flowers to glow faintly around the sudden darkness and then Lance feels something wet falling on the top of his head –

And then it’s raining.

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