Orisa’s Fortify makes her immune to abilities such as Rienhardt’s charge or even his ultimate, but i did not quite understand why efi gave her something like that, specially when she already has a barrier.
Then I remembered this
Guys, Efi gave Orisa “Fortify” to protect her in case she had to face Doomfist again.
i mean, i appreciate the subtlety. i crave those tiny moments that you only notice when someone points them out to you. but this! you can’t miss this one, this moment is shoved down our throats. this is so “i’m allowed to do that to you, to be in your personal space, and gaze into your eyes for no reason, just because i want to”. and phil’s face in that moment, so much joy and mischief, he claps his hands and gazes back.
drama queen howell strikes again, it hurts to rewatch it srsly, why is he so extra? but what is phil doing ladies and gents? he slaps his chest in the weirdest way possible, he brushes it, it’s like he wants to shove him but reassuringly and the movement happens so fast you have to pause for a second to comprehend it. that sweet gentle boy is so fond of dan’s unnecessary commentary and yeah, it completely distracts us from what dan is saying at that moment.
was that necessary, really? like, i don’t ask my friends to feel my heartbeat when i’m scared, that was such a “horror movie at first date” bullshit, that’s not what people do?? and when dan does feel that beautiful hummingbird heart, phil just covers his hand with his own palm because yes, you gotta feel it very close, no air between your hand and my chest. dan immediately looks into the camera to show us that yeah, i know you’re there, nothing strange, and makes a comment about phil dying. wow.
i don’t know what to say. it’s so simple but why does phil have to make such an act of bringing dan his charger, why does he talk in that stupid voice?? they have a banter, and then phil FIXES DAN’S CHARGER FOR HIM, like what?? who asked you to do that? where’s my IT guy au (literally, he’s got glasses, look at him). and before he leaves he plays the piano that nerd, what an attention seeker, and then bows!! is he tipsy? did he have a pre-liveshow orgasm or something? dan laughs fondly and it’s all i need in the world.
what’s happening and does it even matter. phil’s hiding on the floor, but why? to surprise us? eh whatever. so he’s got that magical japanese powdery stuff and he wants dan to taste it. the biggest problem for me here, ahem, i mean the thing that just kills me every time is that phil spends the whole time (eight minutes) on his knees and he looks so cute when he makes that beer, holds it close to the camera, and then lets the foam sit so dan can have the ultimate child beer experience.
it reminds me of that hot chocolate video, where he does something so trivial but he’s so gentle and loving about it. i still don’t understand why they didn’t do a simple taste test like bros, but phil had to make it for dan, he wanted to see his reaction. and then he tries it as well, touches the glass rim with his lips at the same place where dan’s mouth just was (gross).
and i just can’t ignore how that boy sneaks past dan’s room after that, he’s playful, he stops to say that he googled something and dan was wrong, and domesticity, i wanna die.
i kinda wanna talk about the angle here because i don’t understand how it was filmed (camera is pretty static, dan’s hand reaches from the side, not behind), but i don’t know if it matters here. what matters is how gentle dan is. of course, he starts with classic nose tickling, which is what “messing with a sleeping friend” usually implies, but then he frees one strand of phil’s hair and just lets it fall. wow, fantastic prank, dan.
and let’s separately discuss that pout/kiss phil does after he opens his eyes. i know you want a slow mo replay, so here we go:
that’s what i call “im gonna stay asleep but i love you”. where’s the nearest cliff so i can fling myself into abyss?
context what context. why did they keep it? why did they put it on fullscreen instead of hiding in the corner? two full-length looks dan, really?? you know what he looks like, why do you have to examine him like that in front of us you slut. and it just passes, without acknowledgment, they just turn back at us simultaneously and I’M STILL DEAD at that moment, i don’t care what happens next.
i don’t even care what it was. something about piano sounds or whatever, but this video haunts me. THERE’S SO MUCH TO IT. first, phil is lying on dan’s bed (at least in the official version it’s dan’s, not mutual), just chilling?? and dan’s working i guess. so they are not actually doing something together but it’s a cozy evening, why would they spend it in different rooms? dan says something, idk, and phil replies “yeah” in that deep voice I SWEAR i haven’t heard from him before. dan makes the sounds again, like can you believe he’s an actual dork in real life, it’s not an act, he’s actually the weirdest boy alive, and he so obviously doesn’t know he’s being filmed. because when phil says “i just filmed you doing that you’re so weird”, he’s so delighted, he laughs at himself, he turns around, his hair is pushed back omg they are both so sleepy and i rejoice. i think this video gives us a rare but fantastic insight in their everyday life, phil must be keeping so much silly videos like that on his google drive and we never get to see them BUT SOMEHOW he posts this one, probably because dan is cute and he wants everyone to know it.
so, yes. you know this one. where do i even begin?? they play this dragon quiz and then 1) phil says “you loved it” in the strangest voice, like the voice we never hear from him, it’s deeper and quieter, he looks at dan even though dan’s not looking back; 2) dan is looking down as if he’s fiddling with an ipad or something, it’s almost a bts moment, something they would usually edit out. AND THEN THREE SECONDS OF SILENCE while dan kinda processes what’s going on and phil still looks at him expectantly. seductive as fuck. and now this quiet “alright”, i’m just… dan looks like he’s gotten the hint, so he’s a little embarrassed and they share the softest laugh.
the thing is, we know how often phil makes sexual innuendos and dan always reacts the same way: he looks into the camera, he throws a witty comment in, he puts it on display to show us that there’s no intimacy in that moment. but not this time. i don’t understand why they didn’t edit it out. i just… don’t.
1) pantless liveshow this is the ultimate. this is the weirdest and the most awesome thing these two gave me and i’m not even sure what can top that. the moment when phil decides to grab the humidifier and show us, he looks at the screen, says “one second” and stands up very awkwardly while dan turns the laptop away from him and makes the weirdest “how you doing” face.
WHAT THE FUCK. did they think we were so used to them weirdos that we wouldn’t even notice that shit? but fuck, they do it again, they want to show us the spray and dan goes “should i go get it? you have to do phil’s corner”. like, i can’t function, i honestly can’t. AND THE WORST PART is when dan returns and we can see him covering his legs with a blanket just too fast like it’s not that cold boy come on.
i have no explanation and i have every explanation. i don’t deserve all this suffering.
one of my favorite things about Iida is that he is the serious rich kid with strong morals and such
but he’s not… stuck up about it?
like, yes. he was introduced to the audience as this really super serious person who seemed a little bit too uptight
but in reality….
he’s not like that at all?
Uraraka wants to become a hero to get rich. that’s a perfectly logical reason to become a hero, because, to Iida, wanting to create a better financial situation for yourself is completely understandable and a reasonable reason to become a hero. (and that was before he found out it was for her parents)
he’s not all “How DARE you ruin the sanctity of heroism with your selfishness!” or some bullshit
nah, when Uraraka worries that her reasons aren’t as noble as his or Izuku’s, he’s just. “Why would we think less of you for wanting to make your life a little easier? That’s perfectly admirable.” and then he gets so incredibly supportive for Uraraka when he finds out it’s for her parents
yes, he’s super serious about respecting UA and class studies. and he’s a very passionate person overall. but sometimes, he just seems so… laid back? or very casual about certain things? like it just seems so obvious to him that thinking any other way just doesn’t occur to him
like in the above scene, where he just calmly says that becoming a hero to make your life more comfortable is admirable in it’s own way
or when Izuku manages to catch All Might’s attention? Iida smiles and says, “Well, it just makes sense, given their similar powers.” no jealousy to be found. just pure and simple logic and happiness for his friend.
it’s just that simple
or when Izuku is getting stressed about his internship and Miro and learning about All Might’s predicted fate, he simply just offers his support as a friend. he doesn’t try to pry into Izuku’s business, but he offers himself as someone who’ll listen if Izuku needs to talk at all.
he echos back the same words Izuku gave him when he was going through turmoil over his brother’s injuries, because he knows how important it is now to rely on your friends for support
and on a similar vein, when Tsuyu gets upset in regards to what she said to the class about going to rescue Bakugou, he tries to comfort her in his own way, by calling her by her preferred name of “Tsuyu” (her first name, only reserve for friends) instead of the more formal way of calling her by “Asui” (her last name) that he’s used to.
He does it in his own way of course, calling her “Tsuyu-chan-kun” because calling someone so casually by their first name with “-chan” is new to him, so he adds “-kun” at the end to make it a little more polite/formal, but he knows she prefers being called by her first name by the members of the class.
so he keeps calling her that. it’s not just a one-time deal, he continues to call her “Tsuyu-chan-kun,” even tho she’s not there to hear it, because he knows she prefers it and appreciates it. even if he grew up with very strict manners, he does this because he’s her friend and wants to respect her wishes
Iida is just… such a sweetheart. he just always focuses on logic of a situation and is so genuine and passionate in everything he does
it’s almost as if he’s incapable of thinking of others as having bad intentions?? the exceptions being, well, Villains, and when he thinks Izuku may be trying to sabotage Uraraka during their UA entrance exam. and that’s only because he started out with a bad impression of Izuku (as shown in the above image).
when Hatsume tricks him into becoming her advertising buddy during the exam, he has absolutely no inkling that she might be planning something. he just genuinely thinks that she’s being a fair sportsman in giving her opponent similar gear that she has to level the playing field.
ulterior motives don’t factor into his decision at all, he just believes in her passion until he’s proven wrong and the trick is revealed
it’s a little naive, but he just has so much trust in his fellow classmates??
and he just??
Iida feels so awful when Todoroki and Izuku come to save him, because this is his problem, his mess, his vendetta, and yet they’re the ones paying the price for his mistakes.
and he can’t even get angry at Stain here for telling him off, because he was right. Iida wasn’t acting like a real hero. he was acting in revenge. and it was one of the biggest mistakes of his life, and whenever he refers back to this moment, he always words it like “When I was a fool, when I lost my way, when I went rogue”
basically, anything short of just “When I was acting like a huge fucking idiot”
and even after it’s all over, he’s able to take a step back from his personal feelings and recognize that, while Stain was extremist and he hurt Tensei for inexcusable reasons, there were things about him that people would find admirable.
and again, he recognizes that Stain wasn’t wrong about him. he was acting in selfishness, and not how a hero should.
and that’s why, when he sees Todoroki and Izuku making the same mistake he did, he just can’t stand it.
that was the biggest mistake of his life and he can’t stand seeing his friends make the same mistake he did, seeing them go rogue, seeing them ignore the rules and laws and put their justice above all else. he can’t stand it.
it reminds him too much of himself back then.
he can’t stand seeing the people he cares about making the same exact mistake he did, especially when they were the ones who helped him when he lost his way before.
and at the same time, he can’t stand the idea of them becoming hurt because of it. they were hurt before because of what he did, and seeing Izuku so injured in the hospital, he projected the image of his brother onto Izuku.
he can’t stand the idea of his friends becoming seriously injured to the point of no return because of their foolish decisions. he just can’t do it.
he can’t stand the idea of seeing the people he cares about being hurt again.
(what if their hero careers end before they even start because of this?)
Iida is just…. such a sweetheart. he cares so much. he doesn’t want them to be hurt because of dumb mistakes, because he’s been through that already. he knows the consequences. his arm is suffering from the injuries from it, still.
“Shit, they spotted us. Quick, put your Obama mask on.”
“You raided my village, killed my parents and slaughtered tens of innocent people. I was able to forgive you for all of that-tell myself it was in your nature. But then you did something heinous. Something beyond all possible hope of redemption. You killed my dog.”
“What do you mean you accidentally assassinated the Pope!?”
“I would love to give a fuck about you but sadly my last one went off to war and never returned”
“If you think I’ll stop my quest for world domination for a bag of cookies, you are,,, right… Now, gimme that!”
“What are you doing with that rubber duckie toy– OH DEAR GOD LORD HAVE MERCY”
“I’m more afraid of myself than you.”
“I already told you, there’s nothing we can do about the fights. We COULD if you stopped spoiling shows and books to everyone.”
“You, my friend, are the most unnecessary when it comes to your excessively sassy attitude.”
“I love you.” “…..What? OH APRIL FOOLS.”
“What is this, a concert for ants???”
“I made it! I’m in the list! This is being a great day since I remembered it’s a Thursday, not a Monday!”
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. It’s just that, well, I’ve got a sink full of dishes and a cat to wash.”
“When you said i had pretty eyes i thought you were complimenting me,not trying to buy them!”
“The wolves eat tonight.”
“Gee, thanks for nearly killing me because of ____!” “Listen up here, are you dead? You’d better be greateful you’re still alive tou little shit.”
"When you said you could fly, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.”
“Sarah, I love you and all but hOW ON EARTH DO YOU KEEP SENDING OUR PETS TO SPACE?!”
“Look, just because you kidnapped me doesn’t mean I’m going to marry you.”
“How in God’s name did you even get up there?!”
“I think I misplaced my right hand”
“I did it! I got into university!” “That’s great! What course?” “Uh… Would it be a bad thing if I told you that… Dark magic and villainy?”
“Well, it just so happens that I have been a homeless man for three years now. That must mean I’m the chosen one!”
“Have your eyes always been that colour?”
“I’m going to fight the sun!”
“You can’t just run around punching people you don’t like, ____!”
“I’m not into that kinda thing.”
“Dude why did you eat all that cake on your own?”
“I just wanted to know if we could use a plastic knife”
“Uhhhh, guys? Don’t hate me, but I think I just released Satan”
“Well, fine… Just wait a little bit before you do something stupid.” “…”
“What do you mean there’s no bacon flavored ice cream!?”
“What do you mean you’re my sister? I don’t have a sister!”
“Why the hell do we need a duck to hunt Bigfoot?”
“Oh, so you can do pink explosions too”
“This isn’t my kitchen, is it?”
“Ohhh, so THAT’S what you meant by ‘shooting starts’.”
“ACHOO” “bless you” “Thank you, wait a minute I live alone”
“Put my creepy cat in a different room? Don’t be silly! I don’t even have a cat!”
“Katie, please stop shooting me with tranquilizer darts.”
“Why did you think it was a good idea to only bring a potato to this heist?”
“Okay, we make this promise now - nobody look at that fucking goat ever again.”
“Sarah, why is the cat naked?”
“Wait. You’re aroused?”
“Why would that surprise you?”
“It does on account of you being covered in blood. Wipe that smile off your face. You look like a cat in heat.”
“okay so let me get this straight, you’re not actually my long lost twin…” “yes.” “…because you’re me from another dimension” “…yes.”
“I’m sorry, but did that thing just talk?”
“I thought we promised to never speak of that incident again!”
"Sweetheart”“Yes dear”“Some of your morally challenged friends are trying to kidnap me again.”“And?”“And!?”“You’re a big girl, you can take care of yourself.”“Of course I can, but the gesture would have been nice!”
“how many epilepsy pills can you take before you overdose?” “Just one or two.” “I’m gonna have to call you back.”
“…I was GOING to ask why there’s a pink goo all over the kitchen floor but I think that can wait whilst I ask what the FUCK IS GOING ON?”
“For the last time, can you stop calling that thing 'human’”
“Okay, that is a seriously dodgy looking hat-are you certain you’re right about this?”
“Really Darling, you can stop trying to scream, we’ve already espablished that no one cares and it’s giving you unflattering lines on your forehead.”
“_______, why am I on the ceiling?”
“What the heck happened while I was at the store?
"What the actual fuck!” “I did warn-” “Yes I know you said you were crazy, but this…. This is…” “Just another Tuesday. Oh we’re late for tea!” “With who?!” “With the Queen of course, who else?”
“Despreate times call for cows.”
“Did you burn the last piece of toast again?”
“You didn’t TELL me there’d be free food!”
“Did Jesus really die for this bullshit?”
“Do you want the apocalypse?!! Because that’s how you get the apocalypse!!!”
“Goddamit, I’m dead again aren’t I? How the hell did I do it this time?”
“I may be a horrible person, but at least I am an honest one.”
“I told you, I dress to kill, now fetch me my fancy stilettos, mama’s gonna slay tonight!”
“I left the room for 3 minutes and you really want to tell me you started a war with every single planet?” “Well, I told you 3 months ago to not leave me alone.” “And I told you I have to use the bathroom 3 months ago!”
“Wow, only took 3 minutes to destroy the world.” “Let’s see if I can do it in 2!”
“So… Wh-Why- How did you flush the duck down the toilet?”
“dude. i liked that carpet. do you know how hard it is to wash bloodstains out of carpets.”
“Don’t worry, it’s much worse than it looks.”
“What are you doing ___?” “I’m camping.” “No you’re beside tree with a blank-” “CAMPING”
“WHAT THE FUCK IS A DUCKPOTATO”
“PUT THE PUPPY DOWN AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!”
“PLEASE DON’T HANG UP! YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE IN DANGER!”
“What the hell kind of scream was that? And how did you make it?! ”
“Hey, uhm… Hate to interrupt your conversation, but why the fuck is there a giraffe on the soup aisle”
“You mean to tell me that somebody decided it was a good idea to cross plums and apricots, but nobody can figure out why my cat has RABBIT ears?”
“Sorry but um… why is there a fox and a bear singing Ooh la la by Britney Spears on the balcony? And where is my chicken, Pudding?!”
“Where did you get LIGHT-UP COMBAT BOOTS? THEY CHANGE COLOR?!”
“So you’re telling me there was a genie trapped in that can of soup? And you accidentally ATE THE GENIE?!”
“Listen…don’t take this the wrong way, but…I love the OTHER you better.”
“Tell me why, exactly, did you need the rubber chicken? ”
“Look, I’m not a liar, alright? And I ain’t overdramatic or hyperbolic or whatever else you wanna call me. So when I say I would sell my soul for a pancake right now, I mean I will literally sell my soul for a pancake right now. And maybe a million dollars.”
“Wait a second, you’re telling me that….. YOU’VE BEEN DATING SATAN BEHIND MY BACK FOR FOUR WHOLE YEARS?!!!”
“Well dad did say he would be gone for five days…what the hell? Let’s go to the corner store!”
“Why did you buy 74 melons?!”
“Where’s the toaster?” “It’s in the kitchen… Why do you have a fork?” “K, thanks.”
“Death, out of all the things in this world, why are so afraid of ____?”
“This floor is like my life; Cold and Hard.”
“So you’re telling me that I am the only thing that is preventing a Third World War, right?” “Yeah, pretty much.”
“I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine but I promise it will turn out okay.”
“Little did you know, they were slowly turning into werewolves.”
“Umm… I may have possibly accidentally blown up another planet”
“I told you not to do that… now look, you’ve lost your hand!”
“Every time you speak I literally die a little”
“One baby soul please, Adult souls give me gas!”
“I need you, yes you (you should feel targeted), to come up with a new dialogue prompt for part 4 and leave it in the comments below. It’s fun and the first 100 replies will make the next list. As always, one prompt per amigo and don’t forget the doubles quotes “”. Pantoffel” (Click here for part 1 and here for part 2)
Can we please talk for a moment about how Sana Bakkoush is the link in this show?
Let’s go back to season 1. Noora only joined the girl squad because of Sana, she didn’t want to be part of the bus thing but if Sana was joining, she was joining and that’s how the girl squad was born.
Then also in season 1, Sana was the reason why Eva and P-Chris started talking, she was the one that through Eva’s instragram account followed him and liked his pictures which led to Chris and Eva talking. And THIS led the girl squad to start hanging out with The Penetrators, which was the reason why Vilde and William started talking and then they hooked up.
Also in season 1, Sana was the one that saw P-Chris hooking up with Ingrid, which led Eva to talk to Ingrid and solve their friendship and this conversation led Eva to find out from Iben about Isak being the one who sent the tips about Eva and PChris hooking up, all because Sana saw P-Chris and Ingrid.
Now let’s go to season 2, like I’ve already said, Sana is the reason why the Penetrators and the girl squad started hanging out in the first place which led to Vilde hooking up with William, which led to Noora falling in love with William.
And not only that because let’s all remember that Sana was the once that convinced Noora to give William a chance and to talk to Vilde about it.
Also, thanks to Sana, Jamilla was introduced in season 2, without Sana there wouldn’t be a Jamilla.
Now let’s go to season 3. Isak and Even met at the first Kosegruppa meeting. Now, why was Isak there? Because Sana forced him to go. Even and Isak met thanks to Sana.
And not only that, when Isak needed reassurance about his relationship with Even, Sana came and gave him her epic “hate doesn’t come from religion it comes from fear” speech.
And now let’s go to her season, to season 4. It’s because of Sana that the pepsimaxi were back, she was the one that allowed them to join the girl squad bus (as much as we all hated that).
Then as we all know, Sana was the reason why Noorhelm got back together thanks to the email she sent from Noora’s account. But not only that because when William came back, so did P-Chris making Chriseva happen again.
I mean, she’s even the reason why Emma is back. Jonas invited Emma to Sana’s party on Saturday which led her to talk to the girls and to Eva finding out about Emma and Jonas which led us (through Chris Berg) to find out about Eva and Jonas hooking up.
And we got Jamilla back this season, again thanks to Sana.
And let’s not forget about the biggest reunion this season. The Balloon Squad + Even. The Balloon Squad got introduced because Elias is Sana’s brother which led us to find out that they were Even’s old friends. And you know who was the reason why the Balloon Squad and Even reconnected? Exactly, Sana. First Isak saw Mikael in Sana’s laptop which led him to ask Even about it. And the biggest move, the karaoke party. If Sana hadn’t invited the Balloon Squad to the karaoke party the fight would’ve never happened and that fight, as weird as it sounds, was the first step to Even and Balloon Squad reunion. Also we have to talk about Eva’s birthday. The Balloon Squad was there, why? Because Vilde asked them to come. Why? Because she was having trouble with Magnus. Why? Because the Pepsimaxi girls had made the Vilde instragram account. Why? Because Sana had made the Sara instagram account. And that party, Eva’s party was the moment where Even and the Balloon Squad reconnected and are friends again.
All because of Sana.
There wouldn’t be a show without Sana.
She’s the reason this show exists and all I can do is be grateful for that.
Imagine Jack spilling to you what Dean thinks, and practically feels, of you when he reads his mind.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait.” Dean raised a hand, stopping Jack from drinking his beer “How old do you think you are?” he asked, mouth half full as you and Sam shared a look.
“Uh 3 days, 17 hours and 42 minutes.” Jack replied precisely to the question and seeing the look on Dean’s face almost made you choke on your own drink. It was priceless to say the least. Barely at four days old and the young man had already outsassed the older Winchester, well this was going to be fun. Dean just shook his head and took a sip of his beer, Jack watching closely and doing the same at the exact almost moment.
“So-” Jack cleared his throat, looking at you “You are my aunt, right?”
“Uh well-” you smiled “Was, actually. I’m no longer an angel, I fell and after building a vessel things happened and… there is no angel mojo in me anymore. So I am practically human.”
hey, welcome to tumblr ! great username XD i was wondering if you could do a scenario where the reader was in the elevator then as spiderman pulls her up, she recognizes his voice then the next day, she confronts peter in at school, in an empty classroom and says she knows who he is and then hugs him out of nowhere and so much fluff ugh. thank you and i wish you the best with the blog !
a/n - i went through many different plots/settings with this fic so it took a while but, writing this was really fun. it sort of become rly super duper long so i apologize for that LOL and hopefully the fluff isn’t a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
The elevator began to shake even more, dropping one more time before I felt as if our fate was waiting for us down at the bottom floor. The broken glass made it hard to stand up, but what was even worse was that I was the only one left in the doomed elevator.
“Grab onto my hand!” The officer shouted at me, extending his arm to be the best way he could. I tried to desperately to reach it, but I couldn’t. The mix of adrenaline and fear had struck my body to the max.
“Sir, I-I can’t.” I cried, my heart breaking even more. Just then, the elevator went down another foot, and I felt my back press up against the tarnished wall. All I could hear was the harsh beat of my heart and the yells for help from the people up top.
“(Y/N) please! Try again!” I heard Liz yell from above. The situation had become to surreal to me that I almost became numb to it, with what could happen in a matter of seconds not scaring me as much as it should be.
Before I could register anything else, the sound of glass breaking snapped me back into reality. But surprisingly, it wasn’t from the elevator.
What if humanity is the only species that screams when it’s scared? Because honestly, what species in its right mind would make a loud, location-identifying noise when it’s threatened by a danger thing? It terrifies aliens–for them, screaming is only used as a battle cry or something to locate others. It’s rare that a species can do it at all. High-pitched sounds like that are actually unheard of in species without sonar capabilities.
Like, take this example. An alien and a human are walking through some kind of abandoned spacecraft, being stalked by some kind of beast thing. Suddenly, the beast goes running right past them into an adjacent hallway. It doesn’t see them, but it was close.
SCARY THING HAPPENS! ALIEN: *starts making nervous, quiet clicking noise with its mandibles* HUMAN: *SHRIEKS* ALIEN: *jumps and looks over in concern* What… what was that? HUMAN: What, why did I scream? Uh, it scared me? ALIEN: Were you trying to scare it off with that… noise? HUMAN: Uh, no. I was just scared. ALIEN: But wouldn’t that… didn’t that tell it where we are? HUMAN: I guess so? I don’t know. Jeez, it just took me off-guard. ALIEN: But you don’t have sonar, how did you even make that sound? HUMAN: *shrugs* ALIEN: …never do that again, please.
Most aliens think that a screaming human is more frightening than any beast.
They don’t like to take humans on missions, because the most common reaction to hearing human scream for the first time is soiling oneself.
coach approaches bitty the summer after year 3 and says they need to have a talk. in b’s mind, the best case scenario is that they’re finally discussing the birds and the bees, which they never actually did bc coach foolishly relied on b’s middle school, abstinence-only sex ed to do all the work for him.
worst case scenario though? coach found Bitty’s YouTube channel. coach knows about jack. coach is about to force a conversation b isn’t ready to have.
so b’s p anxious as he follows coach to the den and waits for his father to speak. to his surprise, coach pulls out two beers and an old notebook, brimming with loose sheets and red ink.
“even if it’s not a coaching position,” coach says gruffly, tossing b his football-shaped bottle opener. “being captain is an important job. you gotta be the heart of the team, son, and I don’t doubt your abilities for a second, but, well…I’ve been waiting awhile to give you this.”
and he hands the book over and b flips through it. partially it’s plays, not too relevant to hockey but with some interesting ideas. the rest, though, is messy scribbles, notes on how to approach closed-off teammates, ideas on nutrition and team bonding and rousing speeches. Bitty’s tearing up before he can help it.
“thanks, dad,” he says softly, thumbing mindlessly through the pages again and again. “i…hope I’ll make you proud.”
“‘Course you will,” coach says, clinking their bottles together. “You always do.”
“Hello, love,” Jin says, coming up behind you to hug you. You’re not having it today though, not after what he did yesterday.
Your back stiffens and you give a small huff. Jin chuckles slightly and you feel your blood run hot once more.
“Still mad, I see,” he says smoothly, and you elect not to answer. You subconsciously push your nose a little higher in the air in defiance. Not that it matters - Jin is still towers over you.
He leans down to place slow wet kisses along the length of your neck, your resolve starting to crumble slightly under the tantalizing kisses, but you know that there’s no way he’ll change his mind if you relent now.
It’s only when he presses into you and you can feel his hardness against you that you pull away. Jin’s jaw clenches slightly at your stubbornness, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Princess,” he says, “I’m sorry that I’ve upset you but we really can’t get a kitten.”
You pout thoroughly, and despite Jin’s earlier arousal he’s smiling at you.
“Why not?” you cry.
“You’re allergic to cats… I didn’t think I’d have to remind you. We were only in the pet store for five minutes and your eyes were leaking so much everyone thought you were crying.”
“Maybe I was crying, huh? Did you ever think of that? Maybe I was crying because I loved all the animals so much. What does that make you, pulling me away from all those sweet babies even when I love them?”
Jin laughs again at your antics. You’ve always had a flare for drama, but it’s something he loves about you. He wraps his arms around you in a hug, and tips your head back to place a soft kiss to your lips.
“I’m sorry,” he tells you, “I love you.”
Wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms you know there’s no way you can stay mad at him, especially when he’s being so sweet.
“Jin,” you say, “Can we still have sex?”
It’s early in the morning when Yoongi finally crawls into bed. You’re still awake though, never really being able to get to sleep when he’s away. He’s been gone so much lately, and while you’re trying to be understanding you have to admit that it’s grating on your nerves just a bit.
Perhaps it’s your own self doubt, but you can’t help but think that it’s something wrong with you that’s keeping him out and away all night, rather than his work.
Yoongi must know you’re awake; he pulls you towards him and into a kiss that’s hot and heavy, and your head is spinning with the passion behind it. You briefly consider abandoning your carefully thought out plan for a moment, but decide to hold your ground.
You break the kiss and roll away from Yoongi quickly. He’s still for a moment - shocked - you’ve never rejected him before. Never.
“What’s the matter?” Yoongi asks, and you repress a shiver at how low his voice is. It’s always so rough when he’s aroused, his Daegu accent slipping out and lighting your core on fire.
“Nothing, Oppa,” you say, allowing your aggravation with him to seep into your voice. “But maybe you should see if someone at work can fuck you, since you’re always there. It might be quicker - you wouldn’t even have to come home.”
He heaves an annoyed sigh and even though you’re not looking at him you can imagine the look on his face; twisted into a cranky grimace that would usually have you giggling.
“You know I don’t want anyone but you, baby,” he tells you, forcing you to roll back and face him, “But I’m sorry if you’ve been feeling neglected because of work.”
He looks so sincere gazing into your eyes that you can’t help but lean forward to kiss him. He lets his lips lightly play against yours, gently kissing you and pressing you down into the mattress. You tangle your fingers in his hair in order to deepen your kiss but Yoongi stops you, whining slightly as he pulls away. The sound makes him chuckle.
“Yoongi!” you cry. “Oppa, please.”
His eyes darken at your words, but he holds his ground.
“Sorry baby. This is what you get. I can’t have you thinking all I want from you is sex. Let’s just cuddle tonight.”
You huff quietly again, but let your boyfriend wrap his arms around you and pull you close. He’s warm and firm against your back, and even though you’re still a little flustered you can’t help but let out a quiet contented sigh before letting sleep overtake you.
“No?” Hoseok says, “What do you mean no?”
“I mean no, Hobi,” you reply, “We aren’t going to have sex tonight”
The two of you are lounging in your bed on one of Hoseok’s rare days off. You hadn’t been planning to reject your boyfriend’s advances tonight, but with how he’d been teasing you tonight–in front of the other boys–you felt this was a fitting punishment.
He had been relentless, running his fingers over your body under the table, raking his hands through his hair and giving you that look, kissing you breathless when the other’s hadn’t been looking… it was shameless, honestly.
And so now you’re here, refusing him and hoping for the love of God that he’ll call your bluff to put you out of the flustered misery he’s caused.
Hoseok merely looks at you quietly for a moment before nodding his head.
“Okay, babe. I understand.” He lays himself back down, leaving you in a shocked and slightly angry state.
You huff to yourself, turning so that your back is facing him. All is silent for a while, just the two of you laying in bed in the dark. Eventually though, you can hear the sounds of your boyfriend’s breathing getting heavier, small gasps and moans escaping his mouth.
You turn back around to see Hoseok running his hand up and down his member, jerking himself off while staring directly at you.
“H-Hobi!” you chastise. “What are you doing!”
“I thought it was pretty obvious,” he quips, not slowing the movement of his hand, “It’s a shame that this isn’t your pussy wrapped around me, though. Bet that would feel way better.”
Your breath hitches in your throat, heat pooling at your core in a way that’s all too familiar. You can already feel yourself squirming in an attempt to get more friction for the throbbing between your legs as you watch your boyfriend stroke himself firmly.
“Do you want it baby?” he asks you, and you just nod and bite down on your lower lip. “Ah. Too bad… This feels too good to stop now…”
Hobi laughs as you gape at him, astonished that he would reject you even with his cock literally out and ready.
“But how about this,” he proposes, “Why don’t you touch that sweet pussy of yours too… we can cum together this way.”
Nothing had happened to make you feel like this; it wasn’t something Namjoon had done, nothing had gone wrong at work and there wasn’t anything to feel stressed about… but god were you in a piss poor mood. You had tried hard not to let it show while you were out with Namjoon and the other boys, but you could tell Joonie knew something was up.
“Babygirl, is everything okay?” he whispers to you during dinner when the rest of the boys are distracted.
“I’m fine Namjoon,” you say, scowling.
Namjoon let’s it drop, knowing that if you’re acting like this there isn’t going to be an easy way to pull you out of it. He let’s you eat in peace, as do most of the other boys when they notice you’re feeling a little grumpy. You’re happy that they do, too. You would feel terrible if you ruined the mood or made them feel awkward.
When your night is finally finished and you’re just walking into your apartment, Namjoon stops you.
“You’ve been upset all night,” he says. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing Namjoon, I already told–”
“What was that babygirl?” he questions firmly.
“Namjoon, I’m not in the mood tonight. I just want to be left alo–” Again he interrupts,
“You and I both know that’s not true. Whenever you get like this it means you want to be taken care of. It means you want to be punished.” Your cheeks heat up at your boyfriend’s words and you stare down at your shoes. “I’ve not been a very good daddy, have I, if you’re acting this way? You only do it when you’re desperate for me.”
You huff and try to walk away. You know Namjoon is right, but you can’t help but want to push him just a little more; that way the punishment will be all the better. He grabs your arm as you walk away, pulling you back to him and grasping your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
“Look at me when I speak to you babygirl.” The sight of the fire in Namjoon’s eyes immediately flips a switch within you. “You’re being a bad girl…”
“I-I’m sorry daddy, I–” Namjoon tuts and you immediately silence yourself.
“You act like a brat all night, begging for punishment and when I try to deliver you tell me you’re not in the mood? You know you’re allowed to say no, but I want you to look in the eyes right now and tell me if that’s the truth. If you’ve lied to me, you’re going to be sorry. You’ll not be able to walk for the next week I swear.”
“I’m sorry…” you say. quietly.
“For lying, daddy. I want you please.” Namjoon’s eyes darken at your submissiveness, relishing in the power he has over you.
“Then bend over the table sweetheart. You’re in for a long night.”
You just wanted to test him, that was all. You knew it was petty, but you still couldn’t help it. It wasn’t fair that Jimin got to tease you whenever he wanted, do whatever he wanted, while you had to be a good girl all the time.
You decide enough is enough, and that no matter what he says or does, your boyfriend will be the one begging tonight. Jimin has the day off, and the rest of the maknae line are over at your apartment playing video games and generally causing mischief.
You try to be as subtle as possible in your teasing, keeping it to little things you can totally play off as nothing. You bend down a little slower, stretch your arms high so that your shirt rides up, doing anything and everything you can do to work Jimin up. You can tell it’s working, too, by the way you can feel his dark eyes on you whenever you walk into the same room as him; their heady weight threatening to pin you down and fuck you right there if you aren’t careful.
You feel a bit high on all the heated gazes he’s throwing your way, and by the time the rest of the boys leave you’re feeling both excited and smug.
“What was all that you were doing today, kitten?” Jimin asks, stalking towards you. You back up until your back hits the wall and Jimin seems pleased by this, placing his hands on either side of your head to trap you.
“I was just acting normal, Jiminie, I was just–”
“Cut the shit,” Jimin growls. “You’ve been teasing me all day, acting like a little slut. Trying to turn me on in front of Tae and Jungkook.” Suddenly Jimin presses himself against you, letting you feel how hard his member is in his pants before continuing. “Well here you are. I’m turned on. Is that what you wanted?”
Summoning all the courage you can muster, you squeak out a small ‘no.’
“No?” Jimin scoffs. “Then what are you playing at? What do you want?” You stare into his eyes for a moment, watching as he gets visibly impatient. Finally you blurt out your motive for the entire night.
“I want you to beg for it.”
Jimin’s eyes darken in lust and anger. He brings his hand to your throat, pressing you back into the wall to kiss you roughly, biting your lip harshly between his teeth.
“Oh no, kitten. We aren’t going to fuck tonight,” Jimin whispers lowly into your ear, “My cock is only for good girls, not dirty little sluts like you. You’re going to have to get off the old fashioned way, with just your hand. Maybe if you put on a good enough show I’ll let you swallow my cum.”
Needless to say, you’re not altogether too upset with how poorly your plan has backfired.
“I honestly can’t believe you, Tae,” you spit out angrily, “She was all over you and you were so into it.”
“I wasn’t into it at all babe, I swear! She was the MC and I didn’t want to push her away on camera. It would’ve been so obvious that I was dating someone if I didn’t flirt back a little!” His admission only makes you more upset. You understand that you and Taehyung can’t go public with your relationship just yet, but still, hearing him say it always hurts your feelings. It’s as if you’re some shameful secret of his and you hate it.
On top of that, now he’s admitted to knowing he was flirting with that girl, too. Sometimes you just wish your boyfriend knew how to keep his mouth shut. You press your eyes closed trying to will Tae away- perhaps you can calm down if he just leaves you alone - but behind your eyelids all you can see is the way that MC had been flirting; touching Tae’s shoulder and letting small girlish giggles leave her lips at anything he had said.
You don’t blame her, really, you can’t. No one knows about your relationship, and you’ve been in the same position as her countless times - the thing that hurt was seeing your boyfriend’s reaction. The way he had looked at her… well… you only want him to look at you that way.
“Babe, I’m really sorry,” Tae says, approaching you with outstretched arms as if you’re some wounded animal. He places a soft kiss on your lips but you twist away from him, pressing your them together in a stiff pout.
“You don’t just get to kiss me and have everything be better Tae. That’s not how this works.” The boy in front of you hums quietly before leaning down to kiss your cheek softly, trailing his mouth slowly down your jaw and neck.
“I know babe… but we might as well try it anyway.” He leaves a small nip at your earlobe before continuing down, his hands coming around to unzip your dress.
“Tae-yah,” you say in warning, but all that really comes out is a breathy sigh.
He kisses your lips again, running his hands down your sides. “Come on babe,” he says, “Let me show you how much I love you.”
For the third time tonight you push Jungkook’s wandering hands out from in between your legs.
“Kookie-yah,” you tell him, “Not tonight.”
“Noona, come on. Why not?” he snipes at you. You raise an eyebrow at the younger boy but still he holds his ground, looking as petulant and as devilishly handsome as always.
“Watch your tone baby boy,” you tell him, “You’re sounding a bit bratty if you ask me.”
“Oh I’m acting bratty? Look at you noona! You won’t even take care of me.” He leans in close to you, and even in the dim light you can see how dark his eyes have become. You’re admittedly very surprised at the way your boyfriend is acting. He’s never begged so vehemently before, opting instead to submit to your every whim.
Jungkook’s hands make contact with your shoulders, pushing you down on the couch and scrambling in between your legs. You can feel the way his length rubs against your core, already desperately hard as he ruts against you, and you wrap your legs around his waist to bring him to a stop.
“Noona please,” Jungkook says, “Please. I need you so bad.”
His head drops down onto your shoulders and you run your fingers through his hair, still not allowing his hips to move. At the feeling of your fingers on his scalp, Jungkook shivers and his cock throbs against you.
“Baby,” you ask him, “Is someone desperate?”
“Fuck yes,” he gasps, “Please let me fuck you, noona. Let me taste you. God I want you so bad.” Heat pools in your core at his words and you let your legs go.
“Alright then,” you relent, “Come on. Fuck me hard, baby.” Jungkook whimpers in your ear as he scrambles to get the both of you out of your pants. He wastes no time, stretching you out around his fingers and pressing into you in a matter of minutes.
“Oh god,” he groans as he slips inside of you, “You make me feel so good noona, let me return the favor.”
The above gifs do not belong to me - credit to rightful owners
Warnings: “Angst to fluff to smut”. NSFW gifs (you know me by now!!)
Anon asked “I’m on vacation with my so called family which is breaking apart at the moment and um it’s really hard to be here with them and I can’t really enjoy this vacay so is there a possibility if you could write a tom holland one shot to cheer me up maybe with angst and fluff and smut and beautiful words of yours.. I don’t want to be here with these people and I want to cry every second of the day.”
A/N: So this is my first non-Bucky/Sebastian fic. It’s special because the anon who asked is having a super bad day…I know how it gets when family is a bitch to deal with (trust me all my extended family are a bunch of assholes!!!!) Anyway, here you go and I hope I did him justice. SENDING HUGS AND KISSES YOUR WAY LOVELY PERSON.
In which Harry’s no good with his words but he sure is good with his mouth.
some harry face sitting action maybe?
Author’s note: This is a continuation of “Mess o’ Mine.” I would suggest reading that first, if you haven’t already. I thought this was gonna be the end but then I fucked up so… there’s also a part 3. Hope you enjoy! I did!
You’ve been running through the events that have occurred, confused at the escalation and the outcome. No issues have been resolved, and there wasn’t really a conversation or discussion. You don’t know any more than you did when you heard Harry singing your poems. Has he used your writing in more songs on his album? Has he read your whole journal? God, you hope not. One poem is bad enough.
Harry hasn’t been around, hasn’t tried calling for the two weeks since he showed up on your doorstep. You’ve flipped the channel whenever he shows up on your television and scrolled at record speed when he’s popped up on your social media feeds. Maybe you should feel relieved and cleansed of his toxicity, but you don’t. Instead, you feel a little broken, like your stomach is splintering into pieces, and your mind still feels split open. Not only that, but you can smell him, feel the weight of him on top of you, taste the foreign flavor of his mouth. This isn’t what you need.
A whole other wave of confusion has rolled over you in terms of your relationship with Harry, if there still is one. The two of you have crossed a line without any prior thought or contemplation. Years upon years of friendship have been threatened, and you’re not even sure how it happened. Why did he kiss you? How did the two of you end up in bed, naked between the sheets? If you were confused about it before, trying to figure things out has only worsened your introspection.
The “Just the thought of Team Cap walking all over Tony makes me want to trash my room, I just want unashamed, biased, pro-Tony quality content, is that too much to ask??” inspired ficlet I’ve been holding back for a while:
Bitterness ahead, guys. Not Team Cap friendly. Nor is it particularly deep or rational. I just wanted to get a couple of thoughts out of my head. Basically Tony is done being the team’s sugar daddy, only it comes to light in a very roundabout way.
“When are my arrows gonna be fixed anyways?” Clint grumbles, rubs a hand over his sore shoulder. The one that wouldn’t have gotten injured, had his shot hit the target it was supposed to. Which it should have, his aim had been fine. The problem were the arrows. Someone must have screwed up somewhere in the production because they weren’t perfectly balanced.
They’re sitting in the conference room at the (mostly) restored compound. Tony is tapping away on his StarkPad, not even bothering to look up. He must have felt the questioning glances and noticed the silence, but he still doesn’t react.
Steve resists the urge to roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to encourage the tension between them, things are bad enough as it is. If only Tony would put in some effort as well, instead of going out of his way to antagonise them, maybe they could make some actual progress.
“Yo, Stark!” Clint snaps, voice reaching that biting sharpness he reserves specially for the billionaire. “I’m talking to you!”
Tony shows no outward reaction, which is strange to see. Back when they first came back, he used to move at all times, sharp and erratic, never staying still. Steve shakes his head at their unnecessary power play.
Tony answers before he has the chance to reprimand them though. “How would I know?” he asks, a brief frown flittering across his face as he scribbles something down onto the tablet.
The outraged look on Clint’s face tells everyone present that this meeting won’t get back on track any time soon. It’s understandable, really. Clint has been forced to fight three battles with faulty equipment and frankly, the lack of concern Tony is showing for his team mates’ safety is nothing short of callous. Steve knows things haven’t been good between them but this is the first time he wonders if things could really be so bad, that Tony would hold necessary equipment back on purpose.
It’s a terrible thought, but try as he might, Steve isn’t able to shake it off.
At least the rising tension finally causes Tony to look up and meet Clint’s glare. He’s wearing sunglasses even though they’re inside, like he always does. Steve doesn’t like it. Makes it harder to read Tony, to tell what he’s really thinking. Absently, he admits that this is probably why Tony wears them so religiously.
“What do you mean ‘how would you know’?!” Clint snarls, enraged. “My arrows have been acting up for weeks and you still don’t know how to fix it?!”
Tony stares at Clint, the expression on his face unreadable. Then, after a long, long moment of heavy silence, the answer.
“I’m not fixing your equipment.”
For a moment, it’s deadly quiet, as Steve struggles to process the meaning of what Tony has just said.
“Tony,” Steve hastily inserts himself as soon as he finds his voice again, before Clint can throw himself across the room and deck him, “I know there are still some issues we all have to work through, but that’s not an excuse to-”
“Hold it right there, Rogers,” Tony interrupts. It’s never Cap, always Rogers these days. The pain the distinction causes still catches Steve by surprise more often than not. “I’m not sure where you get this from but I’m not your mechanic. I don’t work for you. So if Barton here has an issue with his weapons, he needs to take it up with the people in charge. Considering how often you remind me that it’s not me, you’d think you’d have figured that part out already.”
“But it’s not working!”
Tony sighs. The deep, heavy sort of sigh you usually expect from an exhausted parent after their insistent child asks, “Are we there yet?” for the 34th time. “Then take it up with the quartermaster. Or Agent Hudson. Or one of the techies. Seriously, Barton, you signed the Revision. Who’s responsible for what is right in there, section 12 to 17. Besides-” he pauses.
“What are you waiting for? Go on!” Clint demands between gritted teeth, hands curled into tight fists. Thankfully, he’s not throwing anything. Yet. “Don’t get shy with me now!”
Tony straightens in his seat. Steve inwardly sighs. That man has never been able to let a challenge go unanswered.
“Besides,” Tony continues, voice still surprisingly even, “chances are they’re working just fine.”
“You think I can’t tell when my bow isn’t fucking working the way it should?” Clint bristles.
The words actually cause Tony to lower his sunglasses for a moment, just to make sure there is no doubt about how stupid he believes Clint to be. “I’m saying you’re operating with a standard bow, Barton. The fabric and the construction limit the performance quality. Something I’m sure an experienced archer like yourself has picked up on.”
And yes, things are definitely getting ugly. That level of glacial cold in Tony’s voice is rarely achieved, even now.
“The why the fuck did you build a subpar bow?”
Tony sighs again. “You’re missing the point. Seriously, I can not believe we’re even having this conversation. I did not build that bow, Barton.”
And that’s–that’s a surprise.
Tony’s gaze trails over them all, taking in their confused, shocked expressions. “Really?” he asks, exasperation dripping from every syllable. “Did any of you even read the Revision? The Avengers’ are an official unit. Their weapons and uniforms can’t be provided by a private party, especially not one who is part of the team. Have you ever heard the term conflict of interest?”
“What about Stark Industries?” Natasha asks. From the furrow in her brows though, Steve suspects she already knows the answer–and doesn’t like it one bit.
“I’m not sure if you noticed,” and now there’s no mistaking the mocking in Tony’s tone, “but SI doesn’t sell weapons anymore. It was kind of a big thing, couple of years back.”
“But- But yours are better!” Clint splutters. It sounds plaintive and weak, even in Steve’s ears, but at the same time he knows what Clint’s struggling to say. It’s not about getting your toys taken away. It’s about their safety and efficiency in the field. On bad days, it’s about the survival of their entire planet.
“I can’t believe you would risk the teams’ lives and safety like this because of a petty argument,” Steve says, unable to keep quiet any longer, nor bothering to hide the honest disappointment.
Tony, unimpressed as always, simply snorts. “You’re an official unit, but before that you’ve been working for SHIELD for years. Did you ever have the very best equipment mankind was capable of providing at the time? No,” he answers his own question in a breeze, “you didn’t. Why? Because you’re agents, soldiers. And sure, the government wants to protect us, wants to keep us alive and make sure our missions succeed. But they have limited funding, which means everyone has to deal with the best cost-efficient option available. If you’ve got the right connections to get something more, then lucky you, but that makes you an exception, not a rule.”
“You don’t need to explain real life to me!” Clint snaps aggravated.
“Then why do you feel entitled to something better?” That question, sharp and cutting, makes the archer still, his mouth open but with no retort forthcoming. Tony is blinking at him now, head tilted sideways in child-like curiosity.
“Of course, if I, as a private citizen, decided to build something that doesn’t violate any laws and give it to a friend as a gift, that would be something else, wouldn’t it?” Tony continues after a moment, voice softer now, but no less cutting. His eyes are fixated on Clint, sunglasses pushed back, eyes dark and unmoved. “The average update would take me what, a week or two? That’s a lot of time to invest into a single project, especially when the ultimate use is so limited. How many people can possibly profit from improved protective vest versus how many people improve from an exploding arrow is a really fascinating comparison to make.”
“So you see, Barton, even if I could improve your bow, there’s no logical reason why I should waste my time like this.”
“Tony!” Steve interrupts, scandalised. “Clint’s life depend on his aim! Our lives depend on it! How can you justify not providing him with the most basic necessities.”
Tony doesn’t even try and look abashed, instead he throws his head back and laughs. “This is how you want to play it, Rogers? Because I’m rich and a genius, I owe it to you to devote my time, attention and money to bettering your lives? What about the seven billion other people on this world? Don’t they deserve the same consideration, hm? What makes you so special that I should put your needs before anything else?”
Steve opens his mouth, but Tony doesn’t give him a chance to speak.
“I tell you what this is: this is you realising I’m no longer spoiling you rotten because you are in fact not my kids and I can cut you off whenever the fuck I want. And you don’t like it. Because guess what, I may be privileged, but so are you! You’re heroes, most of the time, as far as the world is concerned. You’ve been living off my money and resources on top of that. You’ve always gotten special treatment and you like that. You’re as far detached from the ‘ordinary man on the street’ as I am, you just don’t have the self-awareness to fucking notice!”
Tony sends them a sardonic smile that does in no way take the sting out of his words. “Don’t worry,” he says, “you’ll still be special. It’s just no longer my name footing that bill. Because we’re not friends. And as a business man, I’m not at all sorry to tell you that you simply aren’t worth investing into.”
And with that he stands, all blinding press smile, sweeps around dramatically, and strides purposefully out of the room. The automatic door closes noiselessly behind him, but he might have as well slammed it shut for all the difference it would’ve made.
It’s likely not a coincidence, that on their next mission Spiderman, Vision and Miss Marvel all showcase new, incredibly features and weapons that can’t have been created by anyone else. And it’s impossible to know for sure, what with the mask on, but Steve is one hundred per cent certain that Spiderman is smirking at them.
He is not wrong.
Let me know what you think? And please excuse any mistakes, I’ll re-read this tomorrow. Also this is the last post for today. I’m tiredtiredtired now and think I’ve spread enough bitterness for the day. And spammed your dashes with enough endless posts probably…oops.
Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.
Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy
It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.
“So what do you think they’re doing?”
Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.
Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”
“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”
Request: Hello! Can we have some soft Pea, warm Pea, little ball of fluff. Like he’s a hard ass around others but when he is with Reader he is a puppy. I’m such a sucker for Sweet Pea being a total gentleman when he’s with his love.
+ I also added more to the ending, just cause I felt it was wayyy too rushed, so I hope you guys like it better!
Synopsis: It’s impossible not to know the name ‘Sweet Pea’ down in the Southside of Riverdale. But despite the name sounding so innocent, so good even, the person behind that name is nothing like that. He’s the boy known to all young Serpents as their ferocious leader, capable of breaking jaws and beating anyone’s ass up. Everyone knows not to piss him off. Except for one little thing: he really is that good, innocent Sweet Pea. At least, he shows it to only to one person. You.
In the midst of the grimy halls of Southside High, many students were skipping class; either taking drugs in the dark corners of the halls, or just lazing about with friends. But despite the amount of students out of class, no one was getting in trouble. The teachers had stopped caring, or rather, they were too scared to tell off some insane and dangerous thieves and gangs. The Serpents were one of these groups, skipping class and hanging out at their spot.
Their laughs echoed around the empty cafeteria as they joked around. The Serpents were telling their newest member, James Lakewood, stories about their own initiations, how one passed out for a few seconds at the final task, and how one almost lost Hot Dog. One such Serpent began to mention Sweet Pea’s initiation before he was interrupted by the new member.
“Sweet Pea?” He chuckled. “Oh, I’ve heard about him. Apparently, he’s the toughest out of all us. But let’s be real, is he really? Like, no way you can be with the name Sweet Pea.”
Immediately, all eyes looked towards him. Some chuckled, but you could see in their eyes that they were thinking the same thing. What the fuck man? Shut up!
“You might want to take that back,” Toni said, looking around nervously for her best friend. If Sweet Pea had heard him, he wouldn’t hesitate to beat him up and show him how tough he really was.
James scoffed. “C'mon guys, relax! He doesn’t scare me. How could you, with a name like that?” He burst out laughing, clutching at his stomach. “Sweet Pea, cook me some dinner. Sweet Pea go clean the house. Fucking hell, how is he even a Serpent?” He said in a mocking tone. The few Serpents who were chuckling with him suddenly stopped. No one questions a Serpent, especially not their leader. This guy was so dead meat.
But no one had the chance to put him in his place. The doors of the cafeteria slammed open, shocking all the Serpents into silence. Sweet Pea strolled in. His face was reddening, his eyes narrowed, cold, hard, and definitely set on James. Oh this guy was so, so dead meat.