would you look at all that rage

anonymous asked:

Prompt: padme and Anakin's marriage comes out and it's actually bad that a senator could subvert a Jedi's loyalty from their code. Maybe palpatine uses this as an opportunity to bind padme and Anakin closer to him? It would have been a steal of palpatine could've convinced padme that the whole empire thing was happening but that he would give her more power to make things better for the empire's citizens.

Possibly not what you’re looking for, but I’m making this into a sequel to Stepford Smiler. 


Padmé was still trembling with barely suppressed rage when she reached the chancellor’s office. “I’m sorry to bother you, Chancellor, but it’s an emergency.”

“No trouble at all, my dear.” He ushered her to a seat beside the desk before taking his own. “What seems to be the problem?”

Padmé took a bracing breath and came out with it. “I’m married.”

“Congratulations,” Chancellor Palpatine said, looking confused as to why, exactly, that was a problem. “And who is the lucky fellow?”

“Anakin Skywalker.”

“I see.” He made a tent of his hands and pressed them to his lips, obscuring his expression. Anakin and the chancellor were so close. Was he pleased? Angry? Disappointed? Padmé’s stomach clenched as she tried to guess. When he finally lowered his hands after a long moment, his face was almost heroically bland. “I can’t imagine the Jedi were pleased.”

“They wiped his mind!”

“What?” he asked flatly, his expression utterly blank.

Unable to contain it any longer, Padmé flung herself from her chair and began to pace. “I hadn’t seen him for a few weeks. That’s normal, with the war, but when I saw he today, he didn’t know me. He barely seemed to know himself! When I confronted Master Kenobi, he confessed they had erased his memory to keep him from me.”

Chancellor Palpatine had risen as she talked, now he leaned heavily against the desk as if in shock. “That’s—” He shook his head, his lips twitching.

“It’s monstrous! It’s like he’s their slave, only worse. At least slaves are allowed to keep their memories.” She was ranting, but she didn’t care. Padmé wanted to storm over to the Temple, guns blazing, and take back her husband. No, more than that, she wanted them to pay. “They can’t get away with this. I won’t let them get away with this.” She rounded on the Chancellor. “Will you help?”

“My dear,” he said, his predatory smile looking strangely at home on his normally genial face, “it would be my pleasure.”

Okay so seeing Wonder Woman was literally eye-opening for me. I always knew that movies, action movies in particular, are really sexist towards women. I just didn’t realize how bad it was until I saw a superhero movie directed by a woman.

In almost every movie I’ve seen, the woman was always the damsel in distress or just some lousy love interest. And in action movies, mainly superhero movies, the camera is always focused on the woman’s boobs while she’s fighting. Yes, I’m mainly talking about Black Widow in the Avengers movies.

But in Wonder Woman, there were no close-up shots of her boobs while she was fighting. In fact, I don’t think that any woman even showed her cleavage, at all. They weren’t sexualized in any way. 

And all of the women looked like real people. There were women with big muscles, women with scars, there were women with thick thighs and arms that would jiggle when they were fighting, there were dark skinned women. They didn’t just all look like the stereotypical super thin white girls that you usually see in big movies.

The flirting was also very minimal. There were almost no romantic scenes at all.

And none of the men tried to undermine or belittle the women, and when they did Diana would just start talking about how she could do things better than them.

And the fight scenes. They were so amazing. They didn’t try to make the women look super pretty while doing it. No, they were full on fighting. Nasty, brutal, screams-of-pure-rage fighting.

But she always had a reason for fighting, and she always did it because she genuinely believes in hope and peace and protecting innocent people and people who can’t fight for themselves.

This movie sends out so many great messages for little girls, saying that you can fight for what you believe in and even if you don’t succeed the first time, not to give up because it is always worth it in the end.

Like I was thinking about it in the movie theater. For some little girls, Wonder Woman is their first superhero. There are little girls who will grow up with this movie and cherish it because it is the first and only movie with a lead female superhero. There are little girls who will grow up thinking that they want to do some good in this world, just like she did. I almost cried during several parts in the movie just thinking about that.

So please, for the love of all things good, please go see this movie. Not only is it a huge deal for women and girls now, it will be for generations to come. 

  • Hanzo: What is this?
  • Soldier 76: Oh. This is an old team picture of Overwatch, I'd say around 7 years ago.
  • Hanzo: I thought Genji had joined Overwatch at that time.
  • 76: No no. He was part of Blackwatch with Gabriel and McCree. Here. This is the old Blackwatch team.
  • Hanzo: ...Genji looks.
  • 76: Very pissed off. Yes.
  • Genji: It was a phase.
  • 76: You almost killed most of your team.
  • Genji: It was an angry phase...I am not that person anymore.
  • Hanzo: Hmpf. If you had been more like this the clan would not have ordered me to kill you.
  • Genji: If we had met then I would have killed you.
  • Hanzo: Ok Genji. You can-
  • Genji: I mean no contest. My enhancements and rage would have utterly annihilated you.
  • Hanzo: Genji.
  • Genji: There were times I would dream of slicing you into pieces. Starting with each arm. Then I would shoved all your arrows up-
  • ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
  • Hanzo: Zenyatta.
  • Zenyatta: Yes?
  • Hanzo: I don't think I have fully expressed my thanks for being a good teacher to my brother.
  • Zenyatta: He told you the murder dreams did he?
  • Hanzo: In great detail. Yes.
  • Zenyatta: I am sorry. I told him to be more open with you.
Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.4

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5



“You’re a mistake! You should have never even been born!” the group of nine-year old’s like yourself, taunted you.

You were mindlessly walking outside during recess, until a group of kids from your class cornered you. They formed a circle around you, deciding to remind you of what kind of blasphemy you were.

“Just leave me alone!” you screeched back at them, just wanting to distance yourself. You tried to leave, but there was no escape, as they would just push you back into the middle of the circle.

“Where are you going you little bitch?” a boy who was a bit taller than you mocks.

When you glare at him to try to push past, he shoves you roughly back, making you fall on the cold cement. You cringe when you skid against the ground, layers of skin from your elbows and hands being ripped off.

Each of them laugh at you, as you just sit still on the ground, not daring to look up at them. Why did this always have to happen to you?

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Punk (Chap. 8)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 4284…oops

Warnings: Same as always

A/N: Okay here it is chapter 8.  Let me know if the flow of this chapter is okay, if it makes sense.  I’d like to get a better feel of how I construct scenes so I can improve for the future.  I LOVE feedback, you have no idea.  So don’t be afraid to lemme know how you feel!

Also, there is a line in here with an asterisk (*) after it.  It is a paraphrase from Criminal Minds season 3 episode 8 said by Penelope Garcia to Derek Morgan and it is something that has always stuck with me and I just thought it was so perfect for this chapter.



Perhaps watching Investigation Discovery’s documentary on the world’s most notorious serial killers at one o’clock in the morning while finishing off the leftover apple pie in an essentially deserted tower wasn’t the smartest move.  Every sound was suddenly more sinister and every shadow could be hiding a deranged murderer who wanted nothing more than to chop off your head and keep it in the freezer, which had startled you so badly when it spit out ice cubes into its inner bin that you spilled an entire glass of water on Ferdinand who ran shrieking from the room and knocked over what was probably a very expensive vase. Fuck.

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anonymous asked:

i got assaulted by another pacifist!sasuke concept: after part 1, sasuke is done with anything remotely related to being shinobi. so itachi wanted him to become an avenger? fuck you, he's going to do the opposite of what you tell him. so he runs away across like 3 countries and starts farming in a small village or something. the thing is, everyone assumes he went to orochimaru. meanwhile, poor oro is in sound like "wait what. why do they think i have the uchiha. what is going on. what the fuck."

It’s sheer bad luck that Orochimaru is just getting out of the shower when his old teammate and an ANBU team kick the door in. 

Because he’s a dangerous missing-nin, he doesn’t scream as he snatches up the closest towel. A futile moment is wasted on wishing it was Kusanagi, but the sword is on his lab table waiting to be cleaned, because this is Orochimaru’s private bunker and he hadn’t thought to need a weapon in the shower

“Damn it, Jiraiya!” he hisses, trying to arrange the hand towel to cover everything it needs to. He’s not a modest person by any means, but this is Jiraiya. He doesn’t get a free show. “What do you want, fool?”

“Teme,” Jiriaya retorts, though he’s blushing faintly. “Where’s the Uchiha?”

“Uchiha,” Orochimaru repeats slowly, feeling a headache build. He narrows his eyes at Jiraiya, at the six other faintly awkward-looking ANBU who can’t seem to decide where to point their weapons. 

Jiriaya blinks, his ready stance faltering. “You - you don’t have him?”

“I can assure you, Jiraiya, if I had an Uchiha you would never have caught me,” Orochimaru hisses, anger rising, and the towel slips. That’s fine, because all the remaining water from his shower and the steam from the air is condensing, whirling around him. “Now if you would be so kind as to GET OUT OF MY BATHROOM - “

Jiraiya yelps, and there’s a frenzied rush to retreat as Orochimaru’s rage shapes a dragon out of water and sends it roaring after them. 


Somewhere far away, with at least two countries between himself and Konoha, Sasuke bends down to check the tomatoes that are almost ready to pick, feeling satisfaction curl in his chest. He glances out at the neat rows of his farm, mutters, “Fuck Itachi anyways,” and nods in contentment. 

Things are working out nicely. 

My Fake boyfriend Part 9

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2146

Warnings: Just fuffly and maybe some aganst

Thank you @drinkfantasy you are the best

Originally posted by whohehellisbucky

You are in shock…

All happened in slow motion, one moment you are pushing Lucas away from you and the other Bucky is holding Lucas by his shirt lifting him in the air. Bucky punches him in the face, you can feel that Bucky didn’t use half of his strength and that he even pulled his punch back a little.

Sure Lucas would wake up in pain and with a black eye tomorrow, but Bucky could have killed Lucas with just a punch, after all he is a super soldier. Bucky drops Lucas on the floor and his expression soften when he looks at you “Are you okay?” He asks gently.

You nod and he takes your hand. You watch as Lucas gets up from the floor and all you can feel is rage because Lucas has a smirk on his fucking face. How dare him kiss you? Why did he think that he had the right to kiss you? For that moment you let the rage take over you.

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@mac-noa always has the best prompt ideas tbh. I couldn’t just make it a hc, but it is a teeny fic! I hope you like it (ao3)

Calling All My Lovelies


It started out ironically, as a joke.

If Neil was having a bad day, it was only natural for Andrew to affect an accent and call him darling, in order to make him laugh. It was a way for them to joke about Nicky and Erik, without them knowing.

The problem was, to get the joke, you had to know like six different things that only Andrew and Neil knew.

First, you had to know that Nicky was a fucking romantic and he hid it with a thin veneer of sexual jokes and light teasing. Second, you had to know that Nicky’s favorite movie was Lady and the Tramp. Third, you had to know that it was the first movie he watched with Erik, after he had come out to the Klose family. Fourth, you had to know that Andrew loved to say random quotes from movies that Neil had never seen, until Neil asked to watch them with him. It finally got to the point that Neil started quoting those random things to, for the joke. Fifth, you had to have a keen understanding of Lady and the Tramp. That particular knowledge being that Lady believed her human parent’s names were John Dear and Darling, because it’s the only way they referred to one another. Finally, sixth, you had to know that Andrew and Neil would do anything to further their inside jokes; to the point that sometimes their inside jokes had inside jokes.

It took Neil awhile to catch on. Andrew would say in the most casual tone as he walked by Neil, frustrated and furious, trying to figure out his homework for his survey of astronomy and astrology class. Darling.

When Neil finally caught on, he started calling Andrew, Andrew dear. They would share a private chuckle over how sickly sweet and openly romantic Nicky and Erik were.

They were Andrew Dear and Darling, until one day they witnessed something in the park that took their joke from good to great.

A little girl called her grandmother Lovey. Lovey. Neil started calling Andrew “Lovey” every chance he got. He and Andrew would share a private grin in remembrance. They always referred to each other like that when they were texting. Eventually, Neil shortened Lovey to Love, and that was that. Over time, it wasn’t brought up in order to make one another laugh, it just became the nicknames that they had for one another.

Love, can you grab the remote while you’re up?

Darling, would you grab my mug while I start the coffee?

Darling, want to go for a smoke?

Love, I think Kevin wants us to meet him 20 minutes early for night practice.

The only problem with their new form of communication was that none of the Foxes were aware that they did it. They tended to speak to one another in glances and snorts and scoffs. They had their own language of eyerolls and side glances. Since they were rarely away from one other’s side, it was easy for the Foxes to be kept in the dark. Not on purpose, because if called out on it, both men would adamantly argue that they only did it as a joke to make fun of Nicky. And if they tried to argue that, the Foxes might have believed them.

If they didn’t so clearly have love in their voice when they shouted it across the court.

“Darling, I’ve seen ducks with better footwork than that. If you think I won’t start aiming for your feet for you to pick up the pace.” Andrew left the threat unfinished, but everyone on the court froze as if he had explicitly stated how he was going to murder everyone on the court.

“Oh, is that right, Love? Maybe if my backliners had my back, I wouldn’t be out here making a fool of myself. Matt, what the hell man? The ball is in play, don’t just stand there.” Matt was frozen and so was the rest of the team. Neil spun a little wildly, until Nicky spoke up.

“What the fuck? I thought you guys were just hate fucking to get out all your pent-up rage.”

“If I wanted to get out my pent-up rage, I would take it out on your face,” Andrew said menacingly, but coming from under all his layers of armor, it was hard to sound tough.

“Are you guys, like, dating?” Allison asked.

“Shh, don’t be nosey, Al,” Renee shushed from the other side of the court where she was defending the opposite goal.

“No, fuck that. I’m being nosey, what the fuck guys! Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your family!” Nicky screeched.

Neil looked confused. “What, exactly, were we supposed to tell you?”

“That you’re in love, man!?” Matt asked, almost hysterical.

“I suppose I wouldn’t want him to die,” Andrew said, “could you imagine the trouble that he would put me through. No, it’s much better he stays alive.”

“Okay, but we’re playing exy right now, guys,” Neil said.

“I changed my mind. I’ll fucking kill him,” Andrew said, throwing off his gloves.


@sweetchildhooddreams it’s thanks to you I was able to write this at all, so this one is dedicated to you!! <3

                              GAME STARTERS VOL.1       ( ALICE: MADNESS RETURNS )     

  1. ❛ The past must be paid for. ❜
  2. ❛ Only the insane equate pain with success. ❜
  3. ❛ I’d like to forget what you did. I’ve tried, but I can’t. ❜
  4. ❛ Is it mad to pray for better hallucinations? ❜
  5. ❛ I know I’m guilty of something, but punishment hardly ever suits the victim of a crime. ❜
  6. ❛ You’ve used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me! ❜
  7. ❛ It’s not a dream. It’s a – memory. And it makes me sick. ❜
  8. ❛ I am fine. I’m not mad. I am innocent, I mean, —- not guilty! ❜
  9. ❛ I’ve not come back here looking for a fight. ❜
  10. ❛ Save myself? From death? I’m not afraid to die. Times I’ve welcomed death! ❜
  11. ❛ I want to forget! Who would choose to be alone, imprisoned by their broken memories? ❜
  12. ❛ Threats, promises and good intentions don’t amount to action. ❜
  13. ❛ We’re at risk here. You, be on your guard. ❜
  14. ❛ A secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another. ❜
  15. ❛ How fine you look when dressed in rage. ❜
  16. ❛ The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die. ❜
  17. ❛ Authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown. ❜
  18. ❛ You shouldn’t ask questions you know the answers to, it’s not polite. ❜
  19. ❛ Make your survival mean something, or we are all doomed. ❜
  20. ❛ Memory is more often a curse than a blessing. ❜
  21. ❛ The real world is not so wonderful. You’ll need to grow up. ❜
  22. ❛ You look decent enough. But appearances deceive. ❜
  23. ❛ You are no help at all when I know you can be. ❜
  24. ❛ You’re as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were. ❜
  25. ❛ I’ve managed without you so far. Return to whatever hovel’s home to you, I’ll call if I need you. ❜
  26. ❛ What? There’s no hope, then? ❜
  27. ❛ Failure as your epitaph? I’d hoped you were more courageous. ❜
  28. ❛ You are someone I once knew and loved. Time changes us all. ❜
  29. ❛ The malignant royal bitch still reigns. ❜
  30. ❛ I believe I know that way and I’d rather not travel further along it. ❜
  31. ❛ They are dead, and you should be too. ❜
  32. ❛ You misbegotten abomination! Murderer! You bloodsucking parasite! ❜
  33. ❛ You psychotic, hysterical bitch! ❜
  34. ❛ Come to receive your punishment then? ❜
  35. ❛ There is so little hope and if fear paralyses you we’re lost. ❜
Crumbling Facade

pairing: Eric x Reader

fandom: divergent

request:  Could you write an oneshot with Jai Courtney OR Eric (divergent) where Jai/Eric is jealous and the reader calms him down and then much fluff? *.* ♡

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @is-that-not-something @un-education @bookswillfindyouaway @dontbeamenace @equalstrashflavoredtrash


To most people in the room Eric would have looked like he always did. Angry, annoyed with a hint of his sadistic nature underneath. All of it was true of course but right now he was furious.

You could see it in the way that his head shifted, just slightly to the side his eyes intently fixed on you. There was a whole storm raging behind his eyes, one that he could very good. It wasn’t easy to break through this facade but right now it was slowly crumbling.


“…right? What do you think?”

“What?”

“Think that is a good idea?”

You hadn’t listened at all while you were looking at Eric on the other table. No clue what he had just said but he obviously wanted an answer.

“You know what Mark, I think that’s an excellent idea.”

The poor guy didn’t even try to flirt with you, all he wanted was some training advice. He was probably unaware that Eric was plotting his murder right at this moment. It was definitely time to put an end to that. No murders on your watch.

“Will you excuse me for a bit?”

“Yeah, yeah sure thanks for the help!”


You walk over to Eric, sit down in his lap without a word and put your hands behind his back. He raises his eyebrow, giving you a doubtful look but shifts a little to the side to give you more room and puts his hands on your hips.

“Someone’s jealous.” You smirk at him, feeling how his hands grab your hips tighter.

“I have absolutely no reason to be jealous.”

“Really? Then tell me you were not just thinking of breaking his arm.”

“No.” A quick look at the other table before he turns to you again, “His legs.”

“Oh come on Eric, leave the poor guy alone he’s a real sweetheart.”

“You know…” Eric stands up with his hands holding you in place. You wrap your legs around him and hold onto him tighter, “…sweet guys don’t last here very long.”

“Eric!”

“But.” Throwing you up in the air a bit, he grabs your waist and puts you over his shoulder to carry you out, “Maybe you can sway my resolve to kick his ass a bit, if you’re being extremely nice and all.”

Archie Andrew - Help me paint?

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1088

Y/N is going through a rough time with her family and gets to a breaking point. But fortunately Archie’s there to pull her back in and cheer her up. Basically lots of fluff.

A/N:  I know Riverdale only has two episodes at this point but I am already completely obsessed so I though why not write a one shot about it because let ‘s be honest the whole cast is freaking smoking. This is only loosely inspired by the series I doesn’t really follow the real plot. Hope you like it and make sure to let me know if you’d like more of this sort of imagines.

Originally posted by missprongs

Rough, rough is the only word that came to mind when you thought about your life right now. You always told yourself that you could, no, more like you had to handle everything but sometimes even your nerves broke. And unfortunately this was one of those times. Archie had been your rock throughout this whole mess. He was always there to cheer you up, everyday he’d stop by just to ask if you were okay, it was becoming kind of a ritual. But today, today you were really pissed, hell you were fuming. To say there was tension in your household would be an understatement. Everybody walking on their tip toes too scared to say or do the wrong thing that would set off another argument. You had had just about enough of this nonsense, and being the hot headed person you were, you got into an argument with pretty much everyone today. You parents had just gone out to dinner, which by the way was a freaking miracle that they even talked to each other after their constant disputes and your sister/brother had just stormed off after the heated discussion you had indulged her/him in.

Reader’s P.O.V.

I was pacing in my living room trying to get all my rage out when I heard the knock at the door. I opened the door forcefully “What the hell do you want?!” I snapped at the person standing at my doorstep without even looking, figuring it would have been my annoying sibling. When I finally lifted my gaze guilt flushed over me as I realised there was a confused and sorry looking Archie staring back at me with flowers in his hands. “I… I just wanted to check if you were okay… I’m sorry did I do anything-” but I didn’t let him finish as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a much needed kiss. “I’m so sorry babe, I didn’t know it was you. God I’m SO happy you’re here.” You quickly explained leading him inside. He stared looking around the house with a questioning tone “They all left don’t worry.” I answered before he could even ask. I went to sit on the kitchen counter while I watched Archie put the flowers in a vase “I thought these would cheer you up a little, he smiled making me melt, and they’re your favourites, right?” “Aw, hun that so sweet! What would I do without you?” I laughed “You’d be a total train wreck” he smirked walking towards me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and looked at him daringly “See now that’s mean” I pouted. He just gave me a cheeky grin leaning in to kiss me passionately. “So what d’you wanna do tonight?” I asked my forehead still resting on his. “Don’t really know, would you like to watch something?” he kissed my forehead since he was about to break out of the hug but I held him back “Eh… not really I mean we’re already seen everything.” He nodded “Well maybe if you’d let me go I could find something for us to do?” he smiled “But I don’t want to. Could we just stay like this?” I asked seriously starting to consider it. “Unfortunately no” he laughed.

Originally posted by cutie---kisses

Archie’s P.O.V.

I practically saw the lightbulb turn on over her head “Oh I know we should finally paint my room, I mean everything is ready but I have just been putting it off for the past week. But since you’re here now…” she grinned. Gosh she was adorable. “Yeah sure that could be fun.” I simply replied taking her hand to go upstairs “I should warn you though, there is a strict policy of only shirtless men allowed to paint in my bedroom.” she smirked “Is that so? And what about you then huh? How’s that fair?” I laughed and shook my head “My bedroom, my rules Andrews.” her smile grew even wider and I couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. “I’ll quickly change and we can get started” she yelled already half way in her closet.

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Readers P.O.V.

I opted for my old cute denim overall and my Calvin Klein sports bra just to tease him a little. As I walked out of the closet he was mixing the paint. He was already shirtless and even though I had already had the chance to admire his abs, my breath was taken away every time I saw him without his shirt. He turned to me to say something but his jaw dropped seeing me. “Please don’t drool on my carpet” I joked. He quickly brushed it off and stood up to put his hands on my waist. “You can pull off anything can’t you” he smiled “yeah basically” I laughed throwing my hair into a quick ponytail. He tried to kiss me but I dodged him “Ah Ah Ah you got to earn it this time.” I pointed at the empty walls. He pouted a little but quickly got back to his energetic self “Let’s get to work then.” We were about halfway done when suddenly he came up to me from behind and wiped his paint full finger on my neck and cheeks “Oh it’s on!” I yelled chasing him with the brush. I managed to paint several strokes on him before he dipped his fingers in the paint and started chasing me around the room.

Originally posted by youtubersandothers

Archie’s P.O.V.

“Oh God look at the mess we’ve made!” she said almost horrified by the realisation. “Don’t worry we’ll clean it up and look at the bright side at least your walls are finally done.” I sat down on the floor admiring the work we had just accomplished. “Yeah I guess so, and it was pretty fun wasn’t it?” she let out a small laugh as she laid down in my lap. “Yeah totally, I hadn’t laughed this much in so long!” I looked down at her and for a moment we just looked at each other in the most comforting silence. She was the first one to break it “Hey Archie?” she looked deep into my eyes. “Wassup?” I asked stroking her hair. It took her a minute to respond “Thank you… I mean thank you for everything. For being there when I need you and basically just for being you.” She opened up to me. “Anytime. You know I love you right?” this brought the biggest smile on her lips “Yeah I do and I love you too”.

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Bucky Barnes/Reader/Matt Murdock.

Warnings: SMUT.  Threesome, porn without plot, terrible writting, double penetration, oral sex (fr), unprotected sex (this is fantasy, we’re all adults. Remember that safe sex is the best sex), dirty talk, excessive use of endearments. Me being a shameless thirsty hoe.

Word Count: 3866.

Rating: 18+

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This came up thanks to @asirenscalling because, while I was rewatching Daredevil, we started to talk about this scenario, so thank her for this.

Also @sexylibrarian1 said she needed it and @thecrownedrose because she’s amazing and we like to spoil each other. 

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Let's talk about the crazed look Oz gave Ed.

And how it’s so DIFFERENT from his typical crazy peng look. Crazypeng™ is wild, he trembles a bit, smiles, and his eyes are wide but somehow tight? You all know, we’ve seen it a million times.

The look last night was different. It was calm, angry but not raging, thoughtful, intent. His eyes were wide, but staring somewhat calmly. He reaches for Ed, we assume (but don’t know) to try to hurt him, but he doesn’t lose control. There’s something else there, and he’s never quite looked at anyone like this.

Meanwhile, Ed. I thought Ed would be outraged at first to learn Oswald escaped death, but it wasn’t so. He was immediately shocked and almost relieved, it seemed. Wanting to come closer but stepping back to avoid being grabbed. He proceeded to look Oswald up and down in disbelief.

These two have not been abandoned by the writers in their love for each other, not by a long shot. Oswald’s look was not one of sheer vengeance - I’d personally say it seems like he’s going through the actions, but not committed. Doing it because he has to and because this is what he does when he’s hurt. He still loves Ed and it shows on his face when he speaks of him, or sees him on TV, or meets him face to face. Ed, I think, does have feelings for Oswald, and it shows in the way Oswald appears in his mind, the way he confesses the meaningfulness of their friendship, the way he looks at him, wanting to come closer, when they meet again.

A Date with Darkiplier

Amy is convinced that she can help Mark have a better relationship with the Egos (most of them at least) as long as she’s there to help mediate. The trouble is, she has to be able to avoid Dark if this is going to be successful. Mark isn’t keen at first, but he can never refuse Amy anything. And, truth be told, he misses when he and the Egos got along in the days before Dark turned them against him.

Amy sends a text to the group message, giving the Egos a heads-up. It’s Google’s job to keep Dark busy in his office since everyone else is too scared of crossing him. And she hopes that Bim will be the first to greet Mark since he’s typically the “most normal” Ego.

“I’m really excited about this! I’ve been talking it over with the Host, and he thinks that the others are pretty open to the idea.” Amy is practically skipping down the sidewalk with glee at the thought of reuniting the Egos with their original. She knows Mark feels guilty about the way things have been recently between himself and the Egos, and the chance the mend their bonds is really important to her.

She and Mark step inside Ego Inc. to find Bim huddled up in the corner of the lobby, rocking back and forth where he sits. Amy rushes over to him and pushes his hair out of his face so she can see his teary eyes. When Bim sees that it’s her, he grabs her arms and tries to push her away. “Go, get out of here now!”

Amy is so confused that she can’t bring herself to move. Mark, horrified that Bim would do this to Amy, strides over in a bubbling rage. “What was that for, Trimmer? She’s never been anything but kind to you!”

Bim looks up at Mark with fearful eyes and shakes his head. “No, you have to leave! He knows! Dark knows you’re here!” He looks from Mark to Amy, and the tears are flowing freely down his cheeks now. “This is what he wanted all along, for you to bring Mark here,” Bim says with a whimper.

Mark and Amy exchange a worried glance. “Maybe you should go,” Amy whispers. “I’ll make sure the others are ok.” Mark bites his lip and shakes his head. He isn’t leaving without her. He isn’t leaving without checking on the others.

Suddenly the entire room grows darker. Despite the fact that there are so many windows surrounding them, none of that light coming in through the windows seems to reach the spot where Amy and Mark stand over Bim. The Ego cowers, ducking his head between his knees and trembling all over. A menacing chuckle as the deep as the ocean resounds behind them and reverberates through the now acrid air.

Mark and Amy turn to see Darkiplier blocking the way out. His gray aura is sucking up all the light, and his splintering colors of red and blue burn into their retinas. Dark is accompanied by his trademark ringing and buzzing that makes Amy want to reach up and plug her ears, but she won’t give him that satisfaction.

Mark steps in front of Bim and sweeps Amy behind him, effectively placing himself between them and Dark. He feels Amy grab hold of the back of his t-shirt, and she reaches down to take Bim’s shaking hand as Darkiplier takes a few steps forward.

His posture is impeccable, his suit perfectly straight, yet he feels the need to tug at both it and his tie before tilting his head gently to the side and seething, “Did you miss me? I missed you, Mark… very much.”

To be continued…

No eyes for you. 01

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Jimin x reader

Gender: Male x Female
Genre: Highschool/college au, angst, fluff, smut.
Warning: -
Word count: 1989 words

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Summary: Having a crush on your best friend’s sister was already hard enough for Jimin especially when Jungkook made clear his sister was off limits. The idea of his older sister dating on of his friends made him feel sick. Lucky for him he didn’t have to worry about that since Y/N made clear that she didn’t have eyes for high schoolers no matter what.  
But things might change when he hears his named being moaned out in the shower.


“Can you believe him?” Y/N half-yelled. 

“Would you be mad if I said I did?” Y/N locked eyes with the black haired driver, despite the situation he looked like he was having fun

“I would explode, Yoseob.” She said in a joking manner, only Yoseob was sure it would happen.
Turning his attention back on the road. “You should go in here.” Y/N pointed towards the left at the upcoming interchange, Yoseob was no stranger to Y/N’s house but the way there was still a blur for him. Nodding Yoseob turned on his signal light indicating to whoever was still on the road at 2 in the morning that he was going left.

Once the highway turned into a residential area it wasn’t soon until both Y/N and Yoseob heard the faint sound of music blasting into the night. The two of them let out a disappointed sigh.
“Kids these days.” Y/N mumbled “and one of them is your little brother.”
“Ha ha, not funny Yoseob.” Yoseob couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, but that lasted only for a few seconds. Turning around the corner the two were greeted with flashing red and blue lights and a bunch of teenagers running into different directions. One of them having a familiar red jacket on that failed to escape the grasp of the police. “For the love of-” Within the blink of an eye Y/N was out the black SUV and marched her way towards the police who were pushing her little brother against their car with force. “Hey excuse me!” She yelled out earning the attention of the two agents along with her brother who looked both relieved and afraid.

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Krasivaya-Chapter 6

Summary: You and Bucky Barnes have been friends for years. You are deeply, completely, in love with the super soldier, but he sees you as nothing more than a little sister. What happens when Bucky starts to date in earnest?

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky x OFC

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Self-Esteem issues, Depression?, Anxiety.

Song: Johnny Cash-Hurt

 You wake slowly, nestled tightly against a well muscled chest. The scent of pine and man confuses you. This isn’t your room. Not your sheets. Not your walls. You futilely try and disengage yourself from the man-wall currently crushing you, attempting to make out any distinguishing features.

Your bladder protesting loudly, you catch a glimpse of blond hair. Your mind finally comes to the conclusion you’re stuck, caged in Steve’s arms. “Steve,” you murmur, “Move. I need to pee.”

He doesn’t move, opting instead to draw you tighter to him. Who knew Captain America was such an avid cuddler?  

“Hun, I’m about to pee on you if you don’t move.” You receive a groan in reply and a distracted kiss to your forehead. “Steve! Move!” You wriggle in his grip.

Again he doesn’t budge, just smothers you in his man-boobs.

Opening your mouth to let out a tirade of insults, you are abruptly cut off by the bedroom door being flung open. Peeking over Steve’s shoulder, you groan inwardly, trying to sink deeper into the mattress.

“Punk, wake up! You’re late for training.” Bucky’s terse voice fills the air, he hasn’t seemed to notice you yet, and you pray he doesn’t come any closer.

You do not want another argument.

“Jeez, punk, wake up!” he mutters as he strides toward the bed. Shaking Steve by the shoulder, his gaze meets yours. His expression turning guarded as he sees you plastered against his best friend. “What? You don’t have your own bed?” he snarks.

You roll your eyes, grinding your teeth together, trying to keep a lid on the rage boiling inside you. “I would have slept in my own fucking bed if I didn’t have to listen to you and your precious Mel banging like bunnies in heat, Barnes!” Snarling at him, you use the power you have to dislodge yourself from Steve. Rising from the bed you level him with all the hate you can muster. “Get out. I’ll wake Steve and send him down to you.”

His look of hurt and surprise throws you off guard. You can’t stand to see him in pain. He’s your one weakness and you can feel your resolve crumbling as he advances on you, stalking you like prey, lips curled back in a feral snarl. His stormy gaze searing through you.

“I don care how long we’ve been friends, (y/n). I don care how much you helped me when I first got here, but your snark is pissing me off! Either tell me what your problem is, or don talk to me. I’m tired of playing this game with you.” His voice is low in warning, teeth gritting against his anger.

You feel the hollow ache of the previous evening returning full force. “You’d throw it all away, James? Every memory? Every moment? You’d throw it all away… for her?” Your eyes are downcast, willing yourself not to cry. You weren’t that important to him after all. “Think carefully, James. Once it’s said it can’t be unsaid.” Biting your lip in agitation, you patiently wait for his answer. The words that will determine whether or not you could ever get past this.

He seems to inflate slightly, his face cold and hard.

You know the answer before the words leave his lips.

He shrugs. “Send him down when you’ve woken him. I ain’t got all day.” With a curt nod, he turns to leave. “(Y/L/N).”

The conversation ends with him striding determinedly away from you.

Clamping down on the tidal wave threatening to overwhelm you, you hurry to wake Steve, shaking him roughly by the shoulder, muttering Bucky’s message once his blue eyes blink into focus.

Message delivered, you sprint from the room, wanting nothing more than to shut yourself away, locking yourself in your bedroom. Beelining for the shower, you turn on scolding hot water, step beneath the spray, hissing as the water hits your flesh. You can’t bring yourself to care.

After all this time, he had finally realised how worthless you were to him. He had chosen her, a woman he’d been seeing for three months over you. That’s how little you meant to him, to any of them.

Sinking down to the wet shower floor, a raw sob escapes you. Why were you this person? Why would no one love you? Were you just a burden on the team?

Not enough

You were never going to be enough for him.

For them.

You were nothing. A void. A walking failure.

And you were never going to be enough.

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You know, seeing that Toshinori was downright shivering when thinking of his training with Gran Torino back then, and adding the fact that Izuku a) heard from Gran Torino that he had beaten up All Might until he puked and b) has gotten kicked and beaten by Gran Torino during his training, too… it really wouldn’t have been that far off to think that Izuku, like Toshinori, would become completely scared of the old man.

But, nope:

Look at how happy Izuku is when he sees Gran Torino, even though the old man is already raging like the worried Grandpa he is. He isn’t perplexed or goes “Uh-oh, he’s gonna beat me up, yikes!” but instant is genuinely happy to see his teacher.

Even when he gets kicked in the face, he still apologizes weakly and smiles slightly instead of ducking or becoming scared.

I really like how Izuku just accepts the rather rough treatment as a part of Gran Torino’s way of showing that he cares, instead of misunderstanding it as cruelty.

Izuku sees right through your cranky act, you old softie.

(Though, I think, in reality, Toshinori does, too.)  

              DAMON SALVATORE SENTENCE STARTERS.


                 taken from ian somerhalder’s portrayal of him on the show, not the book.


  • “Hello, brother.”
  • “Stop being cute.”
  • “Nostalgia is a bitch.”
  • “I’m stronger than you think.”
  • “I’m gonna go rip his head off now.”
  • “Our life is one, big proverbial coin toss.”
  • “I could rip your heart out and not think twice about it.”
  • “Sorry to spoil your seven minutes in heaven. We have a problem.”
  • “For someone who doesn’t wanna be like me, you sure are good at it.”
  • “Take it from the guy who supposedly got it all and is sitting with bubkis. Stop moping about who are not and start being the guy you are.”
  • “Very Emerson, the way you reveal your soul. So many… adjectives.”
  • “Is that where you’ve been all morning, out buying bossypants?”
  • “I’m not some drunk sorority chick. You can’t roofy me.”
  • “Does it get tiring, being so righteous?”
  • “You just don’t wanna die, do you?”
  • “Why are you so mean to me?”
  • “Don’t tell me what I can’t do.”
  • “Hashtag, you’re welcome.”
  • “The only one I can count on is… me.”
  • “Today has been a no-good, very-bad day.”
  • “This would be so much more fun if we were naked.”
  • “I guess I’ll have to cuddle up next to the fire with all my rage.”
  • “You brood too much… My actions, they belong to me. I own them.”
  • “I do believe in killing the messenger. Know why? It sends a message.”
  • “Can we not do the whole road trip bonding thing? The cliche of it all makes me itch.”
  • “I look at you and I see myself. A less dashing, less intelligent version.”
  • “Your search for life’s purpose is as obvious as it is tragic.”
  • “I’m trusting you. Don’t make me regret it.”
  • “Alright, brother. Time to go.”
  • “I’d be extra nice to me right now.”
  • “You are officially the most terrifying person I know.”
  • “Didn’t you find it weird that you made a friend so fast? Have you met you?”
  • “I gotta admit, even for me, it’s a little kinky.”
  • “You have no sense of humor.”
  • “So all’s forgiven?”
  • “I don’t do good. It’s not in me.”
  • “Stop being ashamed of who you are.”
  • “I’m better at being the bad guy anyway.”
  • “Take it from me: strange is bad, dead is worse.”
  • “I promise you. I will never leave you again.”
  • “You want a partner in crime? Forget _____. I’m so much more fun.”
  • “You know what they say: the way to a psycho killer’s heart is through his stomach.”
  • “Get your ass out the door before I throw you over my shoulder and carry you out myself.”
  • “There’s no such thing as a bad idea. Only poorly executed awesome ones.”
  • “Hindsight is almost a bigger bitch than you.”
  • “I’ve been dead before. I got over it.”
  • “Life sucks. Get a helmet.”
  • “You need to stop doing that.”
  • “Humanity’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
  • “I’m staying clear of all women at the moment.”
  • “I want to throw you back in my bed and never let you leave.”
  • “You went on a murderous rampage. It happens.”
  • “First of all, don’t nickname. That’s my thing.”
  • “And here I thought my future was bleak.”
  • “I have moves you’ve never even seen before.”
  • “You do realize you are dating a reformed serial killer, right?”
  • “You know this whole pretending to hate me is getting a little silly.”
  • “Guilt. Don’t know it, but I’ve heard it can be a royal bitch.”
  • “One thing you’re not going to do, you’re not going to mess with me.”
  • “You’re lucky you’re adorable because your eternal optimism is super annoying.”
  • “If you’re gonna be maudlin, I’m gonna kill you myself. Just to put me out of your misery.”
  • “Sometimes really terrible things happen to amazing people.”
  • “You better start talking or I will kill you in your sleep.”
  • “That’s it? We’re gonna kill bad guys together and you’re not even going to talk to me?”
  • “Is that what you people think of me? That I just instantly resort to violence?”
  • “You are literally the best person I’ve ever known.“
  • “You came here to kill me?”
  • “Eh. I’ve seen worse.”
  • “I think I like you.”
  • “I’m a good guy now, remember?”
  • “I’m lost… metaphorically, existentially.”
  • “I like a woman who knows what she wants.”
  • “Just stop talking. Just kiss me. Be my distraction.”
  • “You once told me that calling me Satan was an insult to Satan.”
  • “So I’m thinking of a person. He’s reasonably good looking, charming accent, and he would be the most amazing wingman if he just got rid of his martyr complex.“
  • “Whatever desire you have to save me, I kinda need that right now.”
  • “Listen, how I got this amazing body has nothing to do with science.”
  • “Clarity over cleverness. That’s what I always say.”
  • “You’re choosing that woman over me?”