yes i started another meme and i will finish all of them

Wedding Bells - HS Imagine

A/N - I have been trying to post this for several says now and it just wouldn’t load so I hope this goes up. 

(Based on Harry blessing us with Hawaii)


You sat with Glenne and Jeff at one of the many tables at brunch. You were all in Hawaii for the wedding of a mutual friend of their and Harry’s and you being Harry’s girlfriend – well, now, fiancé, attended as his plus one. You thought back to last night, remembering all that had taken place.


The ceremony was beautiful. Harry had decided to of course wearing one of his dad shirts claiming, ‘We’re in Hawaii, love, course ‘m gonna wear this shirt,’ as he sassily pulled his white jacket over top of it. You had asked Harry what to wear since you didn’t know anyone apart from him, Glenne, and Jeff, and he told you to wear whatever you wanted because, ‘you’d look beautiful in whatever you wore, love,’ he shrugged with a loving smile. So, once you were satisfied with how your hair and makeup looked, you guys were off.

And here you were, wondering when you would get married…wondering if Harry wanted to get married. After the ceremony the reception had kicked off – various people sat at tables while the bride and groom had their first dance. Harry introduced you to everyone later, as his ‘lovely girlfriend,’ but what rubbed you the wrong way was when he winked at Jeff after saying it. Knowing he had a glad of champagne prior, you shook it off and chatted with Glenne as the dance ended. The announcement was then made for all of the single women to try and catch the bouquet. You froze, feeling awkward – you didn’t know the bride and groom, so you chose not to participate.

“You’re not going up there love?” your boyfriend’s sweet voice asked. You looked at him, shaking your head no with an uncomfortable smile. He seemed kind of disappointed.

“Come on, y/n have a little fun,” Glenne encouraged you and grabbed you by the hand dragging you to the dance floor. She ran off before you could question why she did it. The bride strangely made eye contact with you, nodding to herself as she turned around to fling the handful of flowers past her head. Funny enough, they came soaring straight towards you, as you reached out and caught them. Everyone cheered, and you looked over to Harry knowing the meaning of catching the bride’s bouquet.

There he sat, acting like that Kermit the frog meme, sipping his tea (which was really champagne) like it was none of his business, but the smirk on his face behind his glass said otherwise. Awkwardly, you stalked back over to your seat and sat staring at the table, not knowing what to say. They started playing music for the guests to dance to as you and your group of four made your way to the dance floor. Harry had brought the flowers with him, showing them off as he danced, pretending to throw them at Jeff.


 When all of the festivities were over, the four of you headed back to the hotel. You all walked towards the front doors of the hotel, and had almost reached the giant fountain in the middle of the pavement, but you noticed everyone else’s footsteps had stopped. You came to a halt as soon as you realized they weren’t trailing behind you anymore. You turned around slowly, and the confused look on your face caused Harry to turn to his manager/dear friend smirking and raising his eyebrows, with an arm behind his back – keeping something out of your eyesight. They were speaking some sort of language that you didn’t understand – they knew something that you didn’t.

“Guys, what is going on?” you laughed at their boyish behavior. Harry stepped out in front of them, and made his way towards you slowly and revealed the bouquet behind his back.

“I think you forgot something when we left, love,” he smiled cheekily.

“Harry, where are you going with this?” you shifted from one foot to the other wondering what could possibly be running through that gorgeous head of his. You stared at him amused at the fascination he seemed to have with an arrangement of flowers.

“Here,” he outstretched them towards you, nodding for you to take them. You grasped them slowly, still staring at him unknowingly.

“You know what catching ‘em means, don’t you?”

“Yes, Harry…I know what it means,” you smiled cheekily at him. But your face grew serious when you realized what those flowers had meant. Why the bride had thrown them right to you.

“Oh my god,” you clasped your hand over your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as Harry knelt down on one knee, right there in front of the hotel fountain. You tried not to cry until he got the words out, and he seemed to notice.

“Haven’t even asked you yet, love,” he shook his head with his dimples popping promptly into place as he let out an affectionate laugh at your reaction.

“Shut up,” you laughed as you tried to contain yourself. Your laughter caused a sweet chuckle to rumble from his own chest. He took a deep breath before starting to speak.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” he slowly pulled the little velvet box from his jacket pocket, opening it as he continued to speak, “you’re not only my best friend, nor my girlfriend, you’re the love of my life. I want to spend the rest of my nights how we did tonight – with each other, dancing, laughing, holding one another, whatever you want. And I want to spend the rest of my days as your husband. Would you do me the honor of being my wife?”

By the time he had finished his sentiment, he was getting choked up himself.

“Yes,” you nodded enthusiastically. He smiled tearfully as he gently took your hand in his, sliding the ring onto your finger. He quickly brought your hand to his lips pressing a tight kiss to your knuckle before standing up and kissing you properly, picking you up and swinging you around like a cliché scene you had watched in one of his favorite romantic comedies. After placing you on your feet, he peppered kisses all over your face until you couldn’t contain that cute little laugh he loved so much that bubbled in your chest. When you had finally calmed down and Harry had been sweet enough to wipe away any leftover tears, you turned your heads back to Glenne and Jeff. Glenne was holding Harry’s phone and was clearly taking a video, by the guilty look on her face.

“You little shits were in on this,” you shake your head laughing. Harry laughs and goes to retrieve his phone. Once he’s placed it back in his pocket, Glenne and Jeff walk past the two of you, going up to their hotel room.

“Yes, yes we were,” Jeff chuckles nodding nonchalauntly.

You watch them walk away and make their entry into the hotel lobby, shocked by the epiphany that has just set itself off in your brain. The fact Harry winked at Jeff when he said ‘girlfriend,’ the fact the bride literally threw the bouquet directly to you, and the fact that Jeff and his girlfriend had waited for you guys while Harry proposed so they could get the video. You go to respond to their cleverness, but you’re interrupted by your lovely fiance’s voice, as he brushes your hair off your shoulder from his stance behind you, his other arm snaking around your waist. He kisses your neck once before his lips brush against your ear.

“Why don’t you forget about them,” he whispers, “and go back to your hotel room with your fiancé so that he can get you out of that damn dress.” Your body went rigid but filled with excitement. You said nothing and didn’t turn to look at him. Smiling to yourself, you simply grabbed the arm that was wrapped around you and started walking him towards the door.


You snapped back to the present when your eyes scanned the grass for Harry and found the sight before you. He was playing with the little girl he had met at the reception last night, ‘booping’ her nose, scurrying away on his bare feet before she could catch him, his champagne flute in hand.

  You decided right there and then, that you were going to tell Harry that you found out that morning that you were pregnant - obviously not from the previous night. 

What’s going on in Brazil? #10

So, this is gonna be me trying to put A LOT of stuff into very few words. Written at 26/05/2017.

Alright. You know how the whole world is kinda feeling like its situation can’t possibly get any more scandalous at this point? it’s what we felt about two weeks ago, too. I mean, between our ex-president being on a crusade against the justice system and the media and all the unpopular measures taken by our politicians lately, including reforming the labor laws and social security to make them shittier, and a new small corruption scandal every week, y’know, you figure it can’t get much worse than that. 

And then it happened. It was a beautiful Wednesday (or was it Thursday?) night. All was its usual mess. And then a businessman came forward like, “ops I recorded the president negotiating to bribe someone who’s in jail to keep quiet and the other presidential candidate negotiating on how to get his usual 2 million in bribes discreetly lol did I mention he might have mentioned the possibility of killing someone?” BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM. 

If you screamed right now, imagine how much we did. There were so many memes. So many. The jokes, the glorious jokes. I hadn’t have that much political fun in ages. But you’re probably still confused (we are, too), so imma explain it a little better.

Businessman Joesley, owner of the biggest meat company in the world, was caught in corruption schemes. Who wasn’t, right? so, like it happens in Brazil, he started negotiating his sentence by giving other people away. And he sure as fuck named a lot of people, like anyone else, but this guy did something that other people hadn’t yet: he recorded it. You’d think more people would’ve been this smart just in case, I guess, but so far, nah. And obviously the most polemic recording is of a conversation our now President Michel Temer had with him, negotiating bribes to Eduardo Cunha. If you’ve read my older posts, you’ll know his name. He’s the main dude behind Dilma Rousseff’s impeachment (if you have no idea of absolutely nothing i’ve just said, dude, go back to the other posts, this is quite saga already). Did I mention he’s in jail??? yeah. Arrested for money laundering sometime ago or something (one cannot remember all the scandals in brazil for more than 2 months since there ARE SO MANY NEW ONES ALL THE TIME). Still, he did swear he’d bring two presidents down, and now it seems the time has come, one way or another (we’re so dramatic, omg, this is gonna make for excellent movies someday, we’re already out-houseofcarding house of cards).

BACK TO IT. So. The president is on tape negotiating quite a crime. In most countries that’d lead to the guy resigning. And we thought he would, too, actually. This dude scheduled a press conf. and we were all on the edge of our seats waiting to see the second president down in less than a year. But guess what? dude goes “I’m not resigning”, gives pissed off speech, alleges everything is a fake and says if we want him down we’ll have to bring him down. He also kinda tries to forbid people from using his pictures in memes, which leads to opposition party creating a whole gallery online of pictures they bought of him for people to do their memes safely. I ain’t joking. The most brazilian think to ever happen, probably.  

Meanwhile, remember I said there was a second recording? Yeah, it was from Aecio Neves, and you might remember him too: he ran for president against Rousseff at the last elections, and he was the main activist for her impeachment after he lost the elections, all “against corruption” and shit. Lol. Dude was literally negotiating how to get his money, cursing a lot, and saying they’d need to find good people to do this money transporting thing, it had to be someone, and I quote, “that we can kill before they can make deals with the police”. And then he proceeds on suggesting his cousin’s name. Talk of family issues, right? Anyway. It came as no surprise for us with half a brain that both these man were corrupt because honestly there had been people saying that before, but nobody had them on tape yet. Aecio’s sister has been arrested, he has kinda stepped down from his senate position and his apartments are being raid by the police, let’s see where this leads. 

Back to Temer, remember when he told people we’d need to take him down if we wanted him down? Yeah, people took that quite literally and a couple of days ago in the middle of a protest some SET FIRE to a few ministry buildings. Nothing much happened to anyone there tho. But Temer took that as a good opportunity to give especial authorization to the Army to be on the streets and do whatever was needed which was pretty fucking scary since we haven’t been out of a dictatorship for thaaaat long??? but the order has been revoked by now so we’re ok. For now. I guess. Who knows. 

So the question now is how long can Temer hold himself in power. If he does fall, which is complicated, since he’d likely have to resign (there are already a few impeachment processes opened against him, but since they depend on the ok from chamber president, who still supports him, it’s unlikely to work, and it’d take months anyway), but if he did fall, we’d get either president of the chamber of deputies in power or president of the supreme court in power (cause president of the senate can’t, since he’s a defendant in a corruption investigation) - and I said “OR” there because there’s a chance president of the chamber also becomes a defendant in corruption charges through the next months so we can’t really be sure on how the succession line will be in the future. Yeah, that’s how screwed we are. Anyway, if any of them get to power they are bound to organizing new indirect elections, by the constitution, since it’s past half the term and we’d only need someone to basically finish this year and the next one when there are elections again, hopefully. However, with congress as it is, with most people there charged with something, you’d think brazilians are…. less than happy with the idea of our congressmen choosing their own fucking president. And you’re right. Most of us are. Which is why there is a campaign to make a change and try for direct, real, voting elections (and to get Temer out, obviously). 

It’s worth noticing that a lot of powerful people are still behind Temer, though, especially big businessman and the media, because of his austerity measures and probable cuts on labor laws, and also, because a lot of them are scared shitless of we actually getting a direct election and Lula winning. Yes, our ex-president, yes, the one in trouble with the law that I mentioned early. Aaand I would like to have covered him and our asshole hygienist new são paulo mayor whose biggest ability so far seems to be shitty decisions here, BUT this post is long enough as it is, so if y’all wanna know about them ask away and I’ll cover it in another post. For now, just remember: it can always get worse if you’re brazilian :)

illoustrioustaco  asked:

(1/5)Sooo.. I was just re-reading 'Appology Accepted' and also down to page 30something of your Double Agent Anakin tag. I remembered reading something about an 'offed by vader' club. With that in mind, my next thought was of course that Mon Mothma.. lied. Through her teeth, with a smile and a perfect poker face, she lied. Needa is in fact NOT the third person to know who Ekkreth is.. there are at least a dozen he's 'executed' face to face, though they will never know until after the dust

settles.

By the time all of the fallout is taken care of, and the survivors start cautiously comparing notes, Anakin is in the med bay, and a group of former imperials and former imperial spies has gathered nearby, talking quietly about working under Vader, and one of them quietly says ‘he saved my life. I wouldn’t be here today if he hadn’t 'executed’ me.’

Then another gives a similar story, and Needa, well he wonders, because the first one to talk had been out for months, maybe years, before Vader got him out, so this must have been the second person to know, right?

Wrong, because others are saying similar stories, and some of them were out well before Needa as well, and one of them mentions that Mothma told him he was the third person to find out who Ekkreth was, and that’s when it dawns on most of them that.. well. Mon Mothma is a rebel leader, literally the intelligence hub of the entire rebel army. She knows everything, and everyone knows she has a perfect memory for it all, couldn’t forget even if she wanted to.

They know she lied to them. Of course, while it’s a shock it’s not exactly something they didn’t expect. As they get over it someone suggests making the unofficial club, and later they may go as far as getting shirts printed up proudly proclaiming “I was killed by Lord Vader and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.”

Luke of course thinks this is hilarious, though Anakin is mildly embarrassed the first time he sees the shirts. (He eventually gets it as well, adding his own morbid puns and it becomes something of a meme.)

They’re also some of the most annoying of his mother hens, getting over their fear of him quickly. The vast majority of them seem to think it’s their universe given right to take care of him in return. Unanimously, every one of them joins him when he leaves to free the slaves. Of course, watch me finish getting through the Double Agent Anakin tag and see you’ve already got something like this XD…            

You know, I’ll be completely honest: when I wrote Apology Accepted, I actually did think that Needa was literally the only person besides Mon Mothma and Leia who knew that Vader was a double agent.

The idea of the Offed By Vader squad came later, and (as with many aspects of this ‘verse, and indeed the entire concept of the ‘verse itself) it originally started as crack. But the more I thought about it the more intriguing I found the idea, and it does fit quite well into the structure and themes of the story.

And now, well. The thing is, it actually makes more sense to assume that there are others Anakin’s extracted by “killing” them. That Needa probably wasn’t his first fake kill. Looking back at Apology Accepted, he certainly seemed to have his extraction plan down to a science, and he was definitely more annoyed at the necessity of “killing” Needa (and thus losing a potential ally in the fleet) than he was concerned about keeping their cover. Even if I wasn’t actually planning it intentionally, everything about Anakin’s attitude in Apology Accepted implies that he’s done this before.

And yes, of course Mon Mothma, head of Alliance Intelligence and master spy, is not going to tell the slowly but steadily growing group of people who have all been “killed” by Vader about each other. There aren’t that many of them, all told, and she’s probably careful to keep them assigned to different Rebel cells, so the odds that they’ll encounter one another are slim. If they do, they all know better than to talk about their extraction.

Some of them have probably wondered about each other, but the actual conversations don’t start until they all hear that Vader is in an Alliance medbay.

They probably turn up individually, some of them not even fully sure of what they’re hoping to accomplish by being there. It’s just…well, for many of them, the fact that Darth Vader is a Rebel still doesn’t entirely compute. And they run into each other outside the medbay and there’s an unspoken understanding there. Okay, they think. It wasn’t just me. This really happened.

Eventually, somebody starts talking about it. Not in a lot of depth (they’re still military officers, after all, and this is still a highly classified situation), but somebody says, “He got me out,” and then somebody else says, “He saved my life,” and pretty soon they’ve realized that they all have this shared experience.

Someone jokingly suggests forming a club. Someone else jokingly makes the shirts. One day Luke and Leia catch Needa wearing one, and he’s instantly apologetic, but it turns out they love it. (Luke wants a shirt of his own, but the answer is a firm no. Only people who have been killed by Lord Vader can wear one. Sorry kid.)

By the time Anakin’s up and about and allowed to receive groups of visitors, the OBV Squad is something of a phenomenon, and he’s completely blindsided by it.

They give him a shirt. Luke pouts and says it’s not fair, but Anakin just laughs at him and says, “Oh come on now, Luke. You’ve got to look at it from the right point of view. Darth Vader did kill Anakin Skywalker.”

Luke scowls at him. “That’s never going to be funny, Dad,” he mutters, without any real heat.

Somewhere in the Force, Obi-Wan sighs.

anonymous asked:

hey! In your opinion what is the biggest larry proof we have gotten recently? Not about how fucked up louis's team is, or the fake girlfriends, or bg, but like actual evidence from harry and louis. I mean, it doesn't need to be something big, just what was the last thing that reminded you they are definitely together. Also, i'm loving your aimh fic :)

Anon it’s not you but tbh I’m starting to hate the word proof in here 😂😂 because what’s proof? Proof is different for everyone. For some people proof of rain is the dark blue ominous clouds and for some is being hit by the raindrops.

Something that’s forever? Like a tattoo? Or multiple tattoos? Or a Harry Styles smugly showing off he didn’t cover the rose tattoo when he was rumored to do so? That would be the first thing I did if I lost my lover, to get rid of them. So is that proof they never touched any of those tats? For some maybe it is.

Or are hints proof? Hints linking them yet again to their tattoos? Like a dagger/rose selfie, or a rose shirt?

Are colours proof? Blue and green lights during JHO and making the JHO video Larry? Colors being proof is the stupidest thing you ever heard and they aren’t proof they’re together. So we all know what blue and green means to them, THEY started it, they made their house key chains blue and green, their mics, their stuffed bears etc. So does it make me smile they still can’t not make anything blue and green? Of course it does. They also wouldn’t happen if they weren’t together in my opinion.

Or is disappearing and appearing at the same time proof? That’s going on pretty much since the hiatus started.

What’s proof? CSI research? That Louis posted an ig pic of him that was taken by Harry? Or two mismatched football shoes where one is Harry’s? Or a Dunkirk poster in the background of another ‘Larry’ shoe pic?

Is that Twitter follows, tweets? Is that proof for you? Him following the photographer who took a pic one of the most iconic AM picture was inspired by? Or how he keeps following the same acts that are linked to Harry or Harry memes? How he deliberately chooses Harry or Larry accounts when replying to their tweets for JHO promo?

What’s proof?

Sharing multiple homes and properties all over the world? The older twins taken home by Harry and Anne after TXF? Or the silent Snapchats? Or the videos taken so carefully and deliberately cutting off when certain shadows or shoes get in the picture? Harry’s growing collection of rings. Is that proof? Or all of his nails painted but his ring finger. That proof? Or is that proof that their friends keep considering Harry part of his life? Steve Aoki, anyone? His H follow and rainbow like? Steve still replying to tweeters w the AImH header? Or James saying how Harry and Louis came over?

65 court cases could’ve been won with the proof this fandom collected in 7 years but for some it’s still not enough to see them as gay while for some people one look, one lyric change, one jealous moment, one touch, one anything was enough.

I feel like this thing has to be proven over and over again while the opposite is never being asked to.

Here’s my take on it: the last time we saw them was the mitam promo. They showed how best of friends they stayed and how genuinely in love they are with each other, still, how they move to the same beat and are able to finish each other’s sentences. That's​ enough of proof to me.

Then comes the understanding of such level of commitment (I’m w Adam for ten yrs this year and we plan to have a forever sign tattooed on us. After 10!! Not 2 like they did. And not 6 tats or god know how much more complementary tattoos like they have)

Could they break up even after they were such a balanced out happy couple during mitam? Yes. They could. I just don’t believe they did. Don’t forget they assured us (although they weren’t ever supposed to, it’s not their job) for the umpteenth time in 2016 and 2017 as well.

Do I believe they would do that if they were broken up? No! I believe I know who they really are as people.

So if you take this out of the equation you have a very very happy and together HL during mitam. Then the bears. Then 2016 which we all know how it was. And 2017. They're​ still fighting for freedom, they’re still giving off hints they’re very much a thing and that’s a status quo to me.

Harry and Louis are in love and they’re such great men both that no one deserves Harry Styles more than Louis Tomlinson and no one deserves Louis Tomlinson more than Harry Styles.

gotham sentence starters ( s3ep14.)

( !!! SPOILER ALERT !!! for those who haven’t watched this episode yet.)

  • “ get those freaks in the cages!”
  • “ we need to find ___”
  • “ let go off me!”
  • “ what about you, huh? you know where ___ is? where is s/he?!”
  • “ look around! s/he’s everywhere!”
  • “ get down!”
  • “ are you all right? tell me you’re all right.”
  • “ i’m fine.”
  • “ where are they? who dared to think they could lay their hands on you?!”
  • “ i’m alone.”
  • “ oh, you escaped. you did. didn’t you, you rascal?”
  • “ did you bring anyone else?”
  • “ just wondering if i was gonna have to reload.”
  • “ i don’t understand.”
  • “ i know. that’s been half the fun.”
  • “ i’m sorry, i- i… what is happening? i…”
  • “ you weren’t kidnapped?”
  • “ recognize it? oh, why should you? i doubt you did the deed yourself.”
  • “ i know it was you.”
  • “ ___ was my everything and you took her/him from me.“
  • “ now i’ve taken everything from you. well, almost everything. you still have your life.”
  • “ if the situation worsens we may be forced to step in.”
  • “ the city will bend long before it breaks.”
  • “ your faith in ___ is touching. and possibly dangerous.”
  • “ lights aren’t coming back tonight. tomorrow, if we’re lucky.”
  • “ this thing just keeps getting bigger.”
  • “ that might actually be good news.”
  • “ maybe we can limit this to a single bad night.”
  • “ how the hell are we supposed to find __ out there?!”
  • “ the city’s one giant dumpster fire!”
  • “ you’re not one to miss out on all the fun, so what do you want?”
  • “ how the hell should i know? i didn’t talk to him/her.”
  • “ but… my father appeared to me… i saw him.”
  • “ no. you saw a man that i met in ___ that does killer impersonations.”
  • “ you see, how do i put this…? ghosts aren’t real!”
  • “ my father’s remains… you stole them from his grave?”
  • “ don’t worry. s/he’s at peace now..”
  • “ i gently placed his/her remains inside a dumpster behind a chinese restaurant.”
  • “ you were angry. i understand. i even forgive you, but-but killing me is not the way.”
  • “ so you admit you killed ___?”
  • “ fine. is that what you want? i confess.”
  • “ i had him/her killed. but guess what: you should thank me! because we both know what would’ve happened if i hadn’t!”
  • “ i could’ve lived a life with the wo/man i loved! i could’ve been happy.”
  • “ you would’ve killed her/him, just like you did the other one!”
  • “ you couldn’t have helped it! and afterward you would’ve hated yourself.”
  • “ well, we’ll never know, will we.”
  • “ i did it for love… i did it because i love you. you should know that.”
  • “ shut up!”
  • “ love is about sacrifice. it’s about putting someone else’s needs and happiness before your own.”
  • “ ’cause the truth is you would sacrifice anyone to save your own neck. even me.”
  • “ when the ice melts, the chain comes loose, the vat of acid tips… you get the idea.”
  • “ please…! no, please… i can change.”
  • “ say you’re right. say you’re right, i… the fact that i love you proves that i can change. just give me a chance.”
  • “ you know as well as i that a man facing death will say anything to save his skin, and you won’t change. because you can’t.”
  • “ i was going to have you say hello to ___, but i think you are going to a very different place.”
  • “ what do you want?”
  • “ i’ll light these candles.”
  • “ i’ll nip downstairs and see if there’s any life left in that old generator.”
  • “ who’s calling at this hour?”
  • “ my, my. hmm. look how big you’ve gotten.”
  • “ are you okay?”
  • “ i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine.”
  • “ nice place you got here. you rent?”
  • “ what do you want?”
  • “ teenagers, am i right?”
  • “ oh, i remember those days. so many exciting new emotions flowing through ya, wanting to kill everyone you saw. aw…”
  • “ you know, i will never understand rich people’s tastes.”
  • “ it’s worthless. i keep it for sentimental reasons.”
  • “ nice try.”
  • “ oh, it’s got some heft to it. expensive, i’m guessing. would be such a shame if i– huh. tougher than i figured.”
  • “ aah! bloody hell!”
  • “ i asked you what you want.”
  • “ sorry. the old noodle’s still a little al dente post-thaw.”
  • “ the reason i’m here is i’m gonna kill you.”
  • “ well, it’s the last thing i remember wanting to do. it’s been nagging at me since i woke up.”
  • “ the idea of slitting that pretty, pink throat of yours. figure that’d clear the decks. what do you think, huh?”
  • “ i remember that night. you were quite the showman.”
  • “ thank you, always nice to be appreciated.”
  • “ and you’re just going to kill me here? that’s kind of disappointing.”
  • “ what do you mean?”
  • “ after all the buildup, killing me here it just doesn’t show a lot of…”
  • “ go on boy/girl, spit it out, i can take it.”
  • “ killing me should mean something, and you’re telling me no one’s going to see it?”
  • “ you’re saying i need an audience? oh… look. i know you’re just trying to buy time so you can escape. but your point is still valid.”
  • “ kill him/her.”
  • “ this is what you’ve been training for.”
  • “ you’re gonna be all right on your own.”
  • “ i will see you again.”
  • “ strangely intimate. come on.”
  • “ try not to get any blood on the couch. i might come back for that.”
  • “ help! somebody help me! help!”
  • “ over here! oh, thank god… there’s not much time. cut me loose! hurry!”
  • “ you look familiar.”
  • “ free me, and i promise there’ll be a handsome reward.”
  • “ yes! now stop standing there and get me out of here!”
  • “ i- i don’t know… what did you do?”
  • “ ah, i’m gonna die here listening to this moron.”
  • “ just cut the ropes! hurry!”
  • “ fine! come on, then. what are you waiting for?”
  • “ you in a rush to die?”
  • “ who’s gonna kill him/her? who’s gonna do it?”
  • “ come on in, sunshine. don’t be shy. your mother wasn’t. chop-chop!”
  • “ who are you talking to?”
  • “ well, we’re off to a good start. what d’ya say? wanna have some fun before the main event?”
  • “ i’d be proud if i wasn’t so bloody terrified.”
  • “ gotta be honest, you don’t make the world’s funniest clown.”
  • “ but… we can fix that. let’s turn that frown upside-down.”
  • “ ah, shut up, you big baby.”
  • “ we have to find ___ and kill him/her.”
  • “ looks like i’m not the only one trying to kill that guy/gal.”
  • “ i’m sorry, what? speak up.”
  • “ what are you doing in my house?”
  • “ oh, i heard you. i’m just surprised you knew the word!”
  • “ speaking of words, any last ones?”
  • “ i don’t work for ___.”
  • “ stop pretending that you’re anything but muscle! yes, you used to be someone, but those days are past!”
  • “ remember when i put a knife in your mom’s back? that was awful, wasn’t it? you never did anything about it.”
  • “ nahh… you had your chance to kill me.”
  • “ stop turning us against each other.”
  • “ oh, if you think i’m going anywhere with you…”
  • “ you realize you have to carry him now?”
  • “ is there a plan for all this madness?”
  • “ these people don’t want a plan, they want an excuse.”
  • “ all they want is someone to tell them: do it. kill them, it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t.”
  • “ ooh, i love this game!”
  • “ you won’t get away with it.”
  • “ already did. now shush. i need to concentrate.”
  • “ so what’s the point?”
  • “ the point is that all these people out here, looting, robbing, killing, they’re the people who wash your car, who pour your coffee, who take out your trash.”
  • “ and what happened the moment the lights went out? they showed their true faces.”
  • “ that’s not true. there are good people in ___.”
  • “ face it kid, there are no heroes.”
  • “ hey, hey! foul! s/he pushed me, did you see that?”
  • “ you want to kill someone? let’s get on with it, come on!”
  • “ you’re so boring, ___.”
  • “ did that hurt?”
  • “ all right. enough dilly-dally. to the main event.”
  • “ where the hell is our backup?”
  • “ yeah, but we can’t wait, mate.”
  • “ hear ye, hear ye, gather around! the show is about to begin.”
  • “ well, i think we can all agree that tonight was a rousing success.”
  • “ we brought this miserable city to it’s knees.”
  • “ well, so what do you say? shall we end the night with a bang? or better yet, a boom?”
  • “ what’s next? death by a thousand cuts, very poetic. i like it.”
  • “ this is very important: whatever you do, please, definitely try this at home. preferably on a family member.”
  • “ you ready, partner?”
  • “ you’re just in time for the big finish!”
  • “ i suppose i underestimated you.”
  • “ it’s the curse of great beauty.”
  • “ honestly, wasn’t too hard.”
  • “ and brother, did you ever take the bait.”
  • “ well, i hope you’re happy at the head of the table.”
  • “ you know, i think of it as a limited partnership that needs dissolving.”
  • “ oh, ___. where are you, boy/girl? come on out, boy/girl. i won’t hurt ya.”
  • “ you ruined my show. hiding’s just gonna make things worse.”
  • “ i didn’t come here to hide. i wanted you to follow me.”
  • “ you’re going to pay for what you’ve done.”
  • “ why don’t you call him?”
  • “ it is our time to rule.”
  • “ you understand if i feel compelled to refuse?”
  • “ i’d do it in three.”
  • “ give up ___, save your own ass. live to love another day. hey?”
  • “ what’s going on? you have a weird look on your face. like, weirder than normal.”
  • “ you’re right. i should want him/her dead.”
  • “ should? you loved him/her, and s/he betrayed you.”
  • “ so you’d rather die than give up the wo/man that tried to kill you?”
  • “ i would! isn’t that crazy?”
  • “ guess you’re not as smart as you thought you were.”
  • “ you’re in this together. but why?”
  • “ because i didn’t want to just take what you had. i wanted to take what you believed. i wanted you to die, knowing that you were incapable of loving another person.”
  • “ but i can! i just proved that, right? does that mean i passed?”
  • “ i… don’t know what it means.”
  • “ i have to tell ya, this is way more fun than i was expecting.”
  • “ we make a good team, you and me.”
  • “ is that what this is about? yeesh…”
  • “ this is about doing what’s right.”
  • “ you wanna be a hero? tell you what, buddy… i’ll give you a fighting chance.”
  • “ let’s do this mano y mano, my little conquistador.”
  • “ what kind of hero tackles someone from behind?!”
  • “ let it out! that’s it, that’s it. let it out! do it.”
  • “ i thought you were dead.”
  • “ can’t get rid off me that easily, can you, mate?”
  • “ behind you!”
  • “ you wish i would’ve shot him?”
  • “ at least you get to say you punched a man’s face off, that’s something, right?”
  • “ come on, let me buy you breakfast.”
  • “ well, gotta say. the clown make-up was way more terrifying than the damage underneath.”
  • “ did i ever tell you that i don’t like clowns?”
  • “ in a couple of days, you’ll be back to your old self, i guarantee it.”
  • “ you ready to tell me what happened?”
  • “ i almost killed him/her.”
  • “ ah, but you didn’t, now, did you? you controlled your anger.”
  • “ it wasn’t just anger.”
  • “ the idea of killing him felt like… it felt like justice.”
  • “ there’s a very fine line between justice and vengeance.”
  • “ i knew where the line was tonight. i didn’t cross it.”
  • “ if you keep going, you’re gonna need rules. rules you cannot and you will not break. never mind what the reason, never mind what the circumstance.”
  • “ i will not kill.”
  • “ tonight was close.”
  • “ soon we will act, and you will be called upon. are you prepared?”
  • “ never fear. you are only part of the plan.”
  • “ are you sure about this?”
  • “ hello, ___. it’s been a long time.”
  • “ i love you.”
  • “ you need to listen to me when i tell you by doing this, it will change you.”
  • “ i’ve killed before.”
  • “ you need me, just as i need you! you cannot have one without another.”
  • “ you can’t talk your way out of this!”
  • “ i’ve wanted you to suffer as i suffered!”
  • “ when i met you, you were a nervous, jittery loser. you were nothing! i created you, and i am the only one in the world who truly sees you as you are. who you can still become.”
  • “ you can’t do this…! are you listening to me?”
  • “ i’m listening.”
  • “ say something.”
history of the entire world, I guess starters (pt 2)
  • ❛  Wanna get enlightened in the middle of no where ?  ❜
  • ❛  Surprise ! You’re the new Roman Emperor.  ❜
  • ❛  They go north, from the north to the northern north.  ❜
  • ❛  They also invade some other places and get called many names.  ❜
  • ❛  Ok, fair enough.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s actually Germany, but don’t worry about it.  ❜
  • ❛  Christianize all the kingdoms !  ❜
  • ❛  Which brand would you like ?  ❜
  • ❛  Mine’s better.  ❜
  • ❛  Time to conquer England.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s a bird ! It’s a plane ! It’s the Seljuk Turks !  ❜
  • ❛  Yes, I do actually want to do that.  ❜
  • ❛  They did many crusades, some of which almost didn’t fail.  ❜
  • ❛  Look at those mounds.  ❜
  • ❛  I always wondered how to build a town in a cliff.  ❜
  • ❛  I bet that will last a long time.  ❜
  • ❛  Is it Tonga Time ? I think it’s Tonga Time.  ❜
  • ❛  He’s so rich, he’s going on tour to let everyone know.  ❜
  • ❛  Wow, that guy’s rich.  ❜
  • ❛  Please remain Christian, we will check in later to see if you’re still Christian when you least expect.  ❜
  • ❛  Whoops, half of Europe just died.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s kinda like a rebirth.  ❜
  • ❛  So you think you can conquer the Byzantine Empire ?  ❜
  • ❛  Oops, you missed a spot.  ❜
  • ❛  What ? That’s bullshit !  ❜
  • ❛  Well I guess we’ll have to find another way to India.  ❜
  • ❛  said Christopher Columbus, probably smoking crack.  ❜
  • ❛  Nah, don’t worry we already got this.  ❜
  • ❛  So he sails into the ocean, and discovers more ocean.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) wants to make Russia great again.  ❜
  • ❛  Do you sin ?  ❜
  • ❛  Now you can buy your way out of Hell.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s bullshit. This whole thing is bullshit. That’s a scam.   ❜
  • ❛  Here’s 95 reasons why.  ❜
  • ❛  But they pillaged it anyway.  ❜
  • ❛  We gotta start pillaging some stuff.  ❜
  • ❛  Question one: can you get to India through North America ?  ❜
  • ❛  No, but at least there’s beaver.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s not a question.  ❜
  • ❛  (name) and (name) are having a friendly discussion about who should control the entire world.  ❜
  • ❛  More specifically: Ohio.  ❜
  • ❛  ‘Fuck you !’ says America.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off !  ❜
  • ❛  No, don’t.  ❜
  • ❛  Why didn’t we think of this before ?  ❜
  • ❛  Luckily they banished him to an island, but he came back.  ❜
  • ❛  So (name) tried to get them addicted to opium, which worked, actually.  ❜
  • ❛  That’s just where he lives.  ❜
  • ❛  Technology is about to go crazy !  ❜
  • ❛  It’s bad, they decided.  ❜
  • ❛  Well blame something on them and go to war !  ❜
  • ❛  Now we’re in business.  ❜
  • ❛  It’s gonna be a great war, so great we won’t need a second one.  ❜
  • ❛  It just seemed like the right thing to do.  ❜
  • ❛  The economy’s great and it’ll probably be great forever !  ❜
  • ❛  They should probably just deny it.  ❜
  • ❛  Finish him !  ❜
  • ❛  Seems legit.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m going to starve myself in public.  ❜
  • ❛  Wow, that worked ?  ❜
  • ❛  What’s on the menu ?  ❜
  • ❛  They’re having a friendly debate over which economic system is good and which one is an evil virus of satan.  ❜
  • ❛  They both have atom bombs.  ❜
  • ❛  Fight ! wait, no that would be the end of the world.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s just keep it cool and spy on each other instead.  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll race you to space !  ❜
  • ❛  That might keep happening.  ❜
  • ❛  I bet they’ll remember that.  ❜
  • ❛  Wanna learn everything ?  ❜
  • ❛  Whoops, the economy just crashed.  ❜
  • ❛  Don’t worry the big banks won’t fail because they’re not supposed to.  ❜
  • ❛  Surprise ! Flying robots ! With bombs !  ❜
  • ❛  Wanna print a brain ?  ❜
  • ❛  Some people have no friends.  ❜
  • ❛  Some people have no food.  ❜
  • ❛  The globe is warming and the ocean is full of plastic.  ❜
  • ❛  Let’s save the planet !  ❜
  • ❛  By the way, where the hell are we ?  ❜
Tales of Miss Fortune(Part 6)

AKA, God is dead and we are getting almost nsfw. RIP Adrien’s dick. And congratulations to everybody who guessed who is getting drunk.

Sin warning! Well, sort of.

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Marinette tapped her chin thoughtfully as she stared at the six rococo paintings propped against the wall. Sticking her tongue out she began sketching fastly, trying to make the imagine in her head take a form on the paper. She had this rococo inspired collection in her mind for a while now, she just needed the time to gather the reference material. Or in this case, oil paintings. Marinette looked at the paintings again. That was the problem with inspired collections. You always had to be careful how much you take, how much you put from you and how well it can blend so it actually looks good. After about twenty minutes Marinette was moderately satisfied with the sketch. Taking a sip from her tea, she glanced at her kwami, Tikki who was sleeping soundly on the puffy pillow Marinette had made for her three years ago. The little god had not been very happy with the way Marinette decided to use one of the most powerful miraculouses. It began by trying to convince Marinette to change her ways. But if you knew Marinette Dupain-Cheng you knew she was a stubborn one, so that attempt failed. And when the little god saw it was in vain, she just gave Marinette the silent treatment for almost two years. It had been… awkward. And then the accident with her father happened and her mother decided to move back to China and it was just Marinette in an empty apartment studio. In the end, she and Tikki had to speak. It turned out better than expected. She wasn’t approving Marinette’s behavior but she was being more amused by it than annoyed nowadays. Shaking her head she returned her attention to her sketches, only to be interrupted by a message.

Odd. If Alya wanted to talk with hr they would Skype. Picking up her phone, Marinette opened the message. And had to read it two more times to make sure she wasn’t seeing things.

I know this message could be interpreted as lacking properness, and you are under no circumstances forced to agree, but I am in a state that requires quite the distraction, but I’m not emotionally stable enough to get the respective distraction on my own. So this is my official invitation for you to share an alcoholic beverage with me. ω(=^・^=)ω 

Marinette covered her mouth and giggled. Oh, that awkward precious bean. Well, isn’t like she could refuse the offer of getting drunk with her sweet kitten. Marinette smirked. this was bound to be interesting.


It seemed like he was already drunk when she arrived, if his wobbly moves and foggy look were anything to go by. Adrien held the door open as he looked at Marinette, his eyes zeroing on her low v neck. He giggled.

“I can see your ladyboobies.” he burst into another fit of giggles.

Marinette raised one eyebrow: “I can take my shirt off so you can see them even better.”

As Adrien almost fell on his ass from the shock, Marinette strutted in, and took a seat in one of the armchairs before pouring herself a glass. That was some expensive wine, but isn’t like she should be surprised. Adrien joined her sitting in the armchair across from her and picking a bottle and beginning to gulp the wine down. Marinette let her gaze size him up, wondering just what got him into this state. She certainly hoped it was her. Adrien stared at his bottle as if it hid the answers to the deepest, darker secrets of the universe. With a dramatic sigh, he turned his eyes to her.

“I have to confess my sins.” Marinette was too taken aback to even answer to that. “I used to dress up as Sailor Moon for multiple years. I was the biggest Ouran High School Host Club fan out there, Tamaki was my role model. Once I ate a whole cake in one sitting cause my sweet tooth got out of control.”

Marinette wasn’t that surprised he was an anime fan. He probably liked memes too.

“I have a praise kink.”

“Oh!” Marinette sipped her wine and leaned forward, propping her chin in her hand, cause hell yeah, just hit the jackpot right here. He should have gotten drunk sooner. “Do tell me more.”

Adrien leaned against the back of the armchair and continued a rant. “And a bondage kink. That’s Miss Fortune fault. And I’m into pegging. And I really need to go to church these days or cleanse myself from all the sex dreams I have about her. And sometimes you. Oh, shit, forget I just said that. Anyway, I’m also into gags and pet play and… “

Marinette’s smirk was growing bigger with every kink Adrien was sharing. This night was way more fun than she could have ever imagined. And so informative. Oh, she will make good use of this newfound information. For noble purposes, of course.

“Marinette?” Adrien whined.

“Yes?”

“Do you think Miss Fortune thinks I’m sexy?”

Oh, only if you knew, she thought.

Leaning back, she feigned indifference. “Well, she mentioned she is into blondes, so maybe.”

Adrien got the silliest grin in the world. It was so cute. Marinette bit her lip. She really had to keep from pouncing on him. “But what do you think? Do you think I am sexy?”

Oh, minou, you are far too entertaining, she smiled a little, glancing at her glass contemplatively. Now it was the time for her to play her cards right.

“You reminds me of Chat Noir, actually.” she pouted, her eyes sliding over Adrien. “And given I want to ride him so hard he won’t be able to work for a week, then yeah, I’d say yo are sexy.”

Adrien’s face turned red in seconds and he took another gulp of wine. “You think Chat Noir is sexy?” he must have realized he was being a little too obvious and added. “Funny, I think so too.”

Marinette crossed her legs, trying to hide her amusement at his failed attempts at subtility. “I’m sure you do. What about Miss Fortune, though?”

Adrien got a dreamy look. “Oh, she’s so gorgeous. Her blue eyes just wow, and when she smirks, it’s aaaaaaahhh, and when she teases me, it’s frustrating, but then mmmmmmmmmmm.” h actually moaned at that, before focusing his attention back on her. “ You kind of look like her, a little.” he sighed finally.

Marinette tapped her fingers against her glass, thinking carefully about her next move. She took another sip, finishing whatever was left in the glass and settled it on the table in front of her. Then, slowly, but surely, she got up and made her way towards him, slipping in his lap. “What if I tease you then?”

Adrien put his bottle down and laughed half-heartedly. “Nice try but I can only get hard when it’s Miss Fortune doing it with her yoyo.”

Marinette smirked. This night kept on giving. But back to the problem at hand. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered. “Is this a challenge, angel?”

Adrien seemed to snap back out of his utter drunkness for a moment. He grabbed her wrists gently and took off her arms off his shoulders. “No. You are very pretty, but I am loyal to Miss Fortune.”

Marinette kept from growling. Really now? Really? What must a girl do to get the dick she had been thirsting over for years?

Striking his hair slowly, Marinette decided to play along some more. “And if Miss Fortune was here?”

She could have sworn thee was drool in the corner of his mouth. “My dream threesome.”

Seeing Adrien hadn’t entirely pushed her off, Marinette decided to test something out. Moving slowly, she rolled her hips, grinding against him. Adrien’s eyes were still far away, but his body reacted, his hips pushing back just slightly. Biting her bottom lip, Marinette kept the slow moves. Until she felt something hard against her thigh. Adrien finally seemed to snap out of his threesome dream land.

“Ignore the boner. My dick is more drunk than me. It probably thinks you are Miss Fortune.”

Tilting her head, Marinette gave him a curious look. “Can’t we pretend?”

Honestly, this night was becoming more hilarious with every move. Her whole charade will start to wear thing if Adrien kept being so ‘loyal’. And her hormones weren’t exactly easy to ignore. She was a woman with a healthy sex appetite thank you very much.

“No, no. I’m not as easy to fool as my dick.”

Well, his dick had obvious something to say on the matter, cause it only became harder and started testing the resistance of his jeans and Marinette could feel it perfectly.

“Ignore him, he is rude.”

“Does he have a name?” Marinette asked, glancing quickly between them.

Adrien nodded solemnly. “His name is Adrien Junior.”

Marinette cooed mockingly, which he probably didn’t pick on. “How cute!’ running her fingers through his hair, Marinette assured him. "Don’t worry, Adrien Junior isn’t rude at all. I could even play with him a little.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Adrien wiggled his index finger in front of her eyes. “I said he only wants to play with Miss Fortune.”

Yeah, she knew how much Adrien Junior wanted to play with her. But Adrien Senior refused every damn time because of some morality bullshit. Marinette sighed. It was obviously she won’t get anything else out of him. If only she hadn’t left Tikki at home… wait.

Adrien gasped as she jumped off him and picked her purse, running out of the apartment.

“I forgot the oven on, I’ll be back soon!” she screamed over her shoulder.

Adrien frowned. That was odd, but hey, he didn’t want Marinette’s house to burn down. He raised his bottle, ready to take another sip only to discover the bottle was empty. Huffing, he went to the table, managing not to fall on his ass, and opened another expensive bottle of wine. the thing about expensive wine was that it was so good it got you drunk properly and that’s exactly what he needed to forget about the whole good kitten incident from that morning. After a couple of minutes, he was really getting too hot. Huh, alcohol was getting him hot. Interesting. He took off his shirt and pants, but kept his red boxers on. It was much better like that. He was contemplating the idea of calling it a night, when a figure stumbled through his balcony’s doors. And there was Miss Fortune in all her glory. Adrien almost dropped the bottle. Maybe she was a hallucination?

“Hey, hunk!” she waved at him.

Nope, she was certainly not a hallucination, hallucinations don’t talk. Or do they?

Well, Chat Noir isn’t here.“ she sighed dramatically. "How I wish he was here.” her eyes slid over to Adrien and she smirked. “Could you pretend to be my kitten for a while?”

Adrien’s brain wasn’t exactly working, so he could only gasp as his dick was screamed at him to accept. Miss Fortune strutted to him and sat on his lap. “Please? I really miss my kitten.”

Adrien squeaked. How could he refuse? “I can be your kitten. And anything else you want me to be.”

Miss Fortune began stroking his hair, the same way Marinette did earlier and just like then Adrien was trying his best not to purr. However, he couldn’t keep the whine in as she stopped her ministrations. However, Adrien’s eyes were about to pop out of his head as she reached for the back of her suit, making it come undone and letting the upper part slid off.

(Marinette knew she was inspired with the design and allowing it to be removable.)

She pouted, feigning shyness. “I always wanted my kitten to say they are his favourites.”

Adrien’s eyes slid to her exposed flesh and hardened nipples and he gulped. “They are my favourites! Your Ladyboobies are wonderful. I love them. I always wanted to hold them.”

Miss Fortune smiled. “Well, they are right here, a few centimeters away, so you have a chance.”

Adrien gasped in delight. Back in his teenage days, eh always wanted to hold her breasts. Not that now he didn’t want to, but he wanted to do other things some more. “Can I?”

Miss Fortune was really liking the starry look in his eyes. “Of course you can, kitten. But no claws, for now, my ladyboobies are a little bit too soft for that.”

Adrien reached for them and cupped her gently, enjoying the sensation of her skin against his palms. “They are warm.”

“Your hands are warm too, mon minou.” she purred. “I said no scratch, but you can squeeze them harder. I don’t mind a tight squeeze.”

Adrien did as she suggested, gripping the flesh tightly, enjoying the way they fit in his hands, before running his thumbs over her nipples. “I love them.”

Miss Fortune hummed, obviously satisfied with his presentation. Somewhere, his mind was screaming that he shouldn’t do things like that with a thief, but honestly, Adrien run out of fucks to give. And he was so drunk, this whole thing could be just one big hallucination. He was going to enjoy it as it lasted.

“Can I kiss them?” he asked suddenly.

“See for yourself, chaton. Can you?”

Licking his lips, Adrien lowered his head and began sucking on her left nipple while he kept massaging her right breast. His tongue teased her, before he moved his mouth, nipping at the sensitive skin above the nipple. As he kept his ministration, moving to the right breast as well, Miss Fortune moaned.

“Oh, minou, you really know how to use that tongue of yours.”

Adrien basked in the praise before a cat-like instinct took over him and he purred shortly. “They are mine. My ladyboobies.”

Miss Fortune giggled, before moaning again. Ah, this was wonderful. If only he would be sober. Tugging gently at his hair, she pulled him away from her boobs. Adrien whined, obviously not satisfied. He gasped as Miss Fortune picked him up and carried him bridal style to his bed.

“Cuddle time, pretty kitten.” she declared, settling him on the bed.

Adrien wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and hiding his face in her breasts. Miss Fortune was stroking his hair soothingly, as he purred against her bare chest. Honestly, this was paradise on earth. Why didn’t he accept her advances earlier? His poor dick had been right the whole time.

“I love your ladyboobies.” he muttered against her skin.

“But do you love me, minou?”

Adrien raised his head oh so slightly, glancing at her with those gorgeous green eyes. “This pussy loves you purry much.”

Miss Fortune kept petting him until he fell asleep soundly. She unwrapped his hands from around her, before getting out of the bed. She tucked him under the blankets and kissed his forehead.

“Sleep well, mon amour.”

Pete Dunne - “Keep your hands off what is mine”

Prompt: So I was at work just sitting at my desk listening to music when ‘Next Contestant’ by Nickelback came on (Yes, I listen to Nickleback don’t judge) and I immediately started writing this in my brain, so it’s kinda based off it. Jealous Pete. 
Requested: Nope
Warnings: None
Words: 1800+

“Put the god damn dress on and come out!” Liv yelled from the bathroom of your shared apartment “Everyone is town!” 

“I don’t know if I want to go out” you mumbled from the couch 

“You have to! Enzo, Cass, Carmella and everyone else are coming out!” Liv exclaimed

“Exactly everyone is going to be out” 

“Who gives a shit if Pete is going to be there” Liv shrugged. 

“I do” you sighed sitting up. You met Pete after the UK Tournament and you hit it off straight away. When he joined NXT with Tyler and Trent you spent all your time with him. Although you weren’t in a relationship. Pete made it clear from the moment that you started hanging out more that he didn’t want a relationship. He wanted to focus on his career which you completely understood. So you and Pete became more than a friendship but less than a relationship, which you were fine with until a week ago Pete started to ignore you. He wouldn’t text you back, he ignored you memes and even would turn the other way when you saw him backstage. 

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A Year in the Life of Dan and Phil // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff, domestic fluff, family fluff, parent!Phan 

Words: 5.1k

Relationship status: married

Warnings: none 

Summary: YouTube Notification: LessAmazingPhil just uploaded a video: “A Year in the Life of Dan and Phil”.

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anonymous asked:

ummmm..... I LOOOVE YOUR WORK (≧∇≦) YOU ARE SERIOUSLY SUPER TALENTED! Are YOU A GENIUS???? Sorry for caps...(´-`)If you don't mind, may I request an hc about the RFA + minor trio mistaking mc's twin for mc? Maybe they see her twin with another guy, so they ask mc about it or something... I just love love love your writtiiinngg~~~ I can write whole page! It's all so good that I they're all my favorite! (´Д` ) Sorry if its unclear/bad grammar... Bye(・◇・)/~~~

RFA + MTrio React to Mistaking CM for MC

Omg pls you guys are feeding my ego so much
And don’t worry about your grammar!! Grammar is the hardest part of any language, I cry when I speak anything other than English cause “How do say this” 

Ok anyways

Some of these are going to be those totally cliché “Secret Twin” scenarios that are kind of angsty but I’m gonna try some more lighthearted ones too because I feel like the “I SAW YOU WITH ANOTHER MAN IM LEAVING YOU!!!1!1!” “Babe thats my twin” scenarios have been used quite a bit and I don’t want to pump out something that’s already out here

If you decide you want those scenarios instead though then let me know! Because if you just happen to reallllly like that specific case then I’ll do a short drabble focusing on that

Also sorry in advance for the Choi twin ones, I just feel like they would know about MC’s twin and I the writing for them isn’t up to par with the others but I didn’t want to postpone posting for much longer because of it.

Ok I talk too much lets go

Yoosung:

  • He’s walking by a cafe near campus when he sees you sitting across from another guy
  • He stops dead in the side walk and stares in the window
  • At first he thought you were maybe just..discussing something? With some guy? Who you never told him about…?
  • No he didn’t think that at all his brain went straight to the worst but he couldn’t bare to think it so he came up with every excuse in the book.
  • MC’s a spy and they have to kill this guy
  • He’s a new RFA recruit???
  • He’s a dealer and MC’s buying drugs
  • MC is secretly a vampire and just trying to eat this guy
  • Every thought bubble he had was popped when you leaned over the table and planted a kiss on the mans cheek
  • Yoosung heard his heart-
  • rrrng rrrrng rrrrng rrrng
  • He was going to say breaking but apparently his heart rings when broken?
  • He looked at his phone and your Caller ID was up
  • “Huh?” He looked from his phone to the window, where ‘you’ were still sitting and talking with the strange man
  • He answers the phone, voice a little shakey “H-Hello?”
  • “Yoosung? Hey! Sorry to call but on your way home can you grab soup. I’m feeling like soup for dinner tonight.”
  • ….
  • “Yoosung?”
  • “MC…how are you doing this?”
  • “…Doing what Yoosung?”
  • “Are you a vantrilaquist?”
  • “Yoosung pls just what the fuck are you talking about”
  • “I’m staring at you through a window having coffee with another man…but you’re on the phone with me.”
  • “1. Yoosung that’s creepy that you’re staring at two strangers 2…”
  • His phone beeped and he looked down to see you sent him a picture of you sitting on the couch with a controller in hand, soda on the table, blankly staring at the camera.
  • He snapped a picture of the ‘you’ in the window and sent it back
  • “Yoosung that’s my sister and her boyfriend you egg”
  • “Your sister???? What???”
  • “I told you I had a sister!”
  • “NOT THAT YOU GUYS WERE TWINS”
  • “I assumed when you met her you’d be with me…not that this would happen. This is some TV style mess.” You chuckled, feeling a little guilty. Reflecting on it, you probably would have been upset too if you thought a look a like Yoosung was putting the moves on someone else “So……soup?”
  • “Yeah babe of course, what do you want?”

Jaehee

  • She was at the cafe making -cue Savior Meme going and making a post about Jaehee owning a musical theatre instead- a new brew when you walked in
  • She sees you and casts a warm smile and a “Hey Honey”
  • The person Jaehee thought to be MC cocks their head, slightly confused, but brushes it off as Jaehee being a very friendly Barista
  • The copy cat you stands at the counter, waiting about a minute before Jaehee realizes their presence at the spot
  • “Dear, what are you doing?”
  • The customer furrows their brows and responds slowly, somewhat confused “Ordering coffee…”
  • Jaehee chuckles, amused at you playing customer. She just shakes her head and walks over to the register
  • “Alright, what’ll you have?”
  • “I’ll have an iced Mocha with extra cream no sugar.”
  • Jaehee scribbles it on a cup and gets to work making the drink “Weird choice for you. Didn’t think you were a fan of  mocha, you always seem to prefer vanilla”
  • “I do?” 
  • “Yes silly, you always ask for French vanilla flavoring.”
  • “I ne-” Before your clone can respond though, Jaehee has finished up the drink and handing it over
  • As ‘You’ take the drink, Jaehee leans over the counter and plops a quick kiss on your cheek
  • ‘You’ are frozen on the spot
  • Jaehee opens her eyes to see why you’re suddenly so frigid towards her, but when she opens them she can’t help but glance behind you and see…YOU??
  • “MC?” Jaehee jumped back looking between you and your look a like.
  • “MC?” Your twin turns to you, face still flushed from their sudden kiss. “Is this the surprise you had for me??? A super friendly barista??”
  • “Surprise???” Jaehee exclaimed, still looking between the two of you. “Wait you’re not MC???”
  • Finally you stepped in to clear the confusion
  • “Jaehee! This is my twin …. CM. CM, this is my new Cafe that I run with my girlfriend!”
  • “Girl..friend.” CM turns to look at Jaehee, at the same time the two of them realize everything that just happened concerning the confusion.
  • “I am so so so so so so so so so sorry” Jaehee can not stop apologizing no matter how many times CM says it’s ok.

Zen

  • It was  opening night for his new show
  • He was pumped
  • Sure because of the show, but also because you had shot him a text earlier that day that you were going to bring your sibling. 
  • Zen had yet to meet anyone in your family, so he was excited that you were going to start introducing him to them. It showed how ready you were to spend your life with him and that just made him giddy.
  • So after the show was over he couldn’t wait to find you
  • He scanned the crowd and eventually spotted you in the crowd with a bouquet of roses
  • MC is so sweet he hummed to himself
  • That was his sole moment of calmness before the storm
  • He watched as his coworker walked up to you and started chatting you up. Zen was on the other side of the auditorium, trying to push his way through the flock of people set on congratulating him, so he couldn’t run to your rescue as fast as he liked.
  • He was frustrated but he knew you could handle yourself
  • At least that’s what he thought until his fellow actor’s hand found it’s way to your hand, where the thumb gently brushed back and forth. 
  • Zen’s face turned red, and the shade only grew deeper when he saw his douche bag scene mate’s mouth turn into a cocky looking smirk.
  • He found superhuman speed and agility to push through the crowd and end up right behind you, where he wrapped his arms around you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your cheek
  • “Honey, there you are.” Zen sounded so sweet while his blazing red eyes stared daggers into the green ones of his coworker.
  • “Zen? This is your girlfriend?”
  • “Yes, this is my girlfriend MC.” Zen squinted at the guy. How dare he pretend not to know, Zen only pointed out MC every time she came to a show. Every time she picked him up from rehearsal. Every time-
  • “You said your name was CM” The Actor turned a confused stare to the person in Zen’s arms
  • “I-” They tried to say but
  • “CM?” Zen questioned, he spun them around only to realize “You’re not MC.”
  • “No I’m” Cm tried to say
  • “Zen!” You interjected as you ran over to the 3. “Sorry, I had to run to the bathroom. CM thanks for holding the flowers. Speaking of which, Zen I see you’ve met my twin”
  • Zen’s face turned bright red with blush this time
  • He turned to his fellow actor and CM and started apologizing profusely 

Jumin

  • He knew you had a brother….or…a sister? …or both?
  • He lied he had no clue, he just knew you had some sort of sibling.
  • He was unaware it was a twin
  • A twin who worked as an assistant for a company but was looking to switch, so when they saw C&R was hiring a new chief assistant, they threw an application in
  • So here is Jumin, just sorting through some applications when he sees
  • “CM PlayerPants” 
  • He smirks at the paper, seeing all the information filled out is yours. Your home address, the general store you lived near, your school, graduation, etc.
  • Your picture was even you, just you in a suit and looking very hot professional
  • Now lets face it you and Jumin did some kinky shit sometimes
  • Sometimes your love life together involved role playing
  • Jumin was surprised at how much effort you put into this, but he wasn’t going to spoil it. 
  • He types in the phone number, it’s not your usual cell number, what did you get a prepaid phone just for this?
  • He was in awe with your dedication
  • Rrrng rrrng rrrng
  • “Hello?” Your voice answered
  • He couldn’t hide the smirk on his face “Hello there, Kitten.”
  • “I-I’m sorry?”
  • “Oh my bad” He corrected himself “Hello there, Ms. Playerpants. This is Jumin Han from C&R calling about your application”
  • “Oh! Uh, Hello! Yes, what can I do for you? Does it need any clarification?”
  • “Oh no no no, I think I read you loud and clear.” He lazily flipped through the pages of the resume in front of him
  • “Oh..ok. Is this about the position then?”
  • “Yes” A smirk found it’s way to his lips “Speaking of which, what is your favorite position?”
  • “Excuse me? I don’t think I understand?” The voice on the end was clearly taken aback. Damn, you were making him work for this.
  • “Well I figured I’d give you a say in the matter tonight since you put sooo much work into this. So Kitten, tell me, what would you like to do tonight? Maybe I’ll buy some toys on the way home an-”
  • “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU????” Click.
  • Jumin just stared at the phone confused. He shrugged it off because his desk phone went off, and when he answered it was his father calling him to a meeting. Jumin resolved to just handle whatever happened with you when he got home
  • After a long work day he came in the door to see you waiting for him. “Hello Kitten.”
  • “Hey Babe, how was work?”
  • “Good, aside from this strange phone call I made today” A small grin on his face
  • “Oh?” You cocked an eyebrow.
  • “Yes,” He purred as he walked over and started rubbing your shoulders “I thought I had found a new assistant”
  • “OH!” You exclaim, jumping up and remembering something “I forgot to tell you this morning! My twin is applying for the chief assistant job, it completely slipped my mind.”
  • “Your…twin?” Jumin cocked his brows now
  • “Yes! CM!”
  • “C….M” Jumin was quick to catch on to his mistake “Oh my god”

Seven

  • Lets face it
  • You guys may be sick of hearing this but 
  • He knew
  • Of course he knew
  • He stalked the ever-loving-shit out of you
  • He saw photos of the two of you together
  • He insists on you and your twin joining him and Saeran out for lunch all the time
  • You guys have the certified Twin Club in his brain
  • The 4 of you spend so much time together Seven can tell the slight difference between your hair and your twins. How your twin is about a centimeter taller. Your eyes are a little more wide.  He knows. 
  • Which is why he isn’t caught off guard when your twin and you show up in the same room
  • He’s not confused when he sees CM out kissing someone 
  • He knows
  • He loves it
  • #TwinSquad

V

  • His eyesight is so bad he has mini heart attacks once a week thinking he sees you out in public holding hands with someone else
  • Over time he stops freaking out, he starts to recognize you easier, which means he can play ‘Spot the Blurry Difference’ a little better when you two aren’t together
  • Until one day he’s on set doing a photo shoot for a Modeling company that requested his help
  • And he sees…MC? With a headset on ordering some people around to do this and that.
  • The voice is the same. He knows MC’s voice damn well. 
  • And that is MC
  • “MC..” V quietly calls out but with no answer.
  • ‘MC’ Disappears into the crowd of models
  • What the fuck. How could you not tell him? He was a little hurt you never shared your work life with him. Was this where you were when the two of you weren’t together? Did you think he wouldn’t be impressed because he usually focuses on more artsy photography??? Did he say something??? MC please why don’t you love hi-
  • “Hey Hun!” 
  • MC!? V whirled around to see you, but you were talking to one of the models, very flirtatiously he may add. Your hand on their arm and a sweet, sweet smile on your face as you looked at them. He could see that much.
  • He felt his heart break a bit, how could you pretend not to even see him?
  • No. No this couldn’t be you. 
  • Jihyun Kim trusts and loves you and refuses to believe you’d be evil *cough*LikeHowHeTrustedSnakeBitch*cough* 
  • He marches well marches as good as you can while visually impaired up to ‘MC’ and taps them on the arm.
  • MC turns “Can I help you?”
  • “I’m sorry, but you look extremely like a friend of mine. Her name is MC-”
  • The set director in front of him suddenly seems much more friendly “Oh! That’s my twin! Wait, are you V?? MC mentioned they were dating a photographer I didn’t realize it was the one we hired for today! Oh, I’m sorry, Hello I’m CM!”
  • Relief. So much fucking relief on V’s heart.

Vanderwood

  • Neither you nor Vanderwood were aware that Seven was being devious today
  • He had been scarce all day, leaving the two of you to go through the day in overall peacefulness. You guys had spent a bit of time together, but eventually you got up to start cleaning and doing some chores.
  • Yep that’s all normal
  • Until you suddenly walk in the door you did not leave out of
  • “MC?” Vandy stared at you as you looked at him, then walked straight back out the door you just came in
  • Then you walked in the door he thought you originally left from.
  • You crossed the room and into the hall, out of site. He was left a little slackjawed and confused
  • Then you entered from the door he just saw you enter from. Wait what
  • “MC how-”
  • You giggled and ran out another door
  • Only to come back from the hall
  • “OK LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK”
  • His outburst made you jump
  • “Vanderwood wha-”
  • Two doors behind you silently opened, and two almost carbon copies of you peaked their heads through and shushed Vanderwood
  • He was speechless and just violently pointed trying to get you to turn around, but by the time you did the copies of you were gone
  • “What in the fuck-”
  • “Vanderwood what is-”
  • “Yeah Vanderwood why-” An MC copy asked running in from the hall
  • “What’s going on?” Another one said coming in from a room
  • “What the” You looked around and Vanderwood was rubbing his eyes like crazy trying to get whatever form of psycho out of them. 
  • Upon further inspection, you realized one of your clones didn’t look like you aside from the fact they were wearing your clothes and had on a wig that looked like your hair “Seven?”
  • “You got me! Lucky~~Aha~!” Seven cheered pulling the wig off
  • “So who is-” Vanderwood looked to the last copy
  • “Oh, I’m CM! I’m MC’s twin. 707 asked if I would help him out with a little prank and I couldn’t say no” Cm giggled.
  • You all had a good laugh
  • Except Vanderwood

Saeran

  • Ok, you guys might hate me for this one
  • But
  • I feel like he also knows
  • I feel like Seven has told him, and dragged him out on the #TwinClubDates
  • There’s no way Seven wouldn’t constantly talk about you 4 being goals
  • He takes group pictures of you guys all the time
  • He shows Saeran photos of CM constantly asking if he and Saeran look more alike than MC and CM
  • Buuut
  • Even though Saeran knows, he’s totally fucked up before
  • I bet he’s accidentally kissed CM before when MC’s in a spot then leaves only for CM to be left standing somewhere close to where Saeran last saw MC
  • He’s definitely had to play the “Which one am I dating” game when you two first started going out. And he has failed and accidentally grabbed Cm’s hands, causing you two to giggle despite Saeran’s obvious saltiness
  • I’m sorry. This one is really weak but I don’t really have any ideas for it because I feel like Saeran wouldn’t make a big slip up since he’d know MC had a twin cause of Seven. 
Loud Mouth (j.k x reader)

hey!! this is our first fic!! we are really excited to start off with Jared! we hope you enjoy our first fic and we would really appreciate requests. btw:: see if you guys can spot some falsettos “easter eggs” we are falsettos trash

Ship: Jared Kleinman x Reader

Requested: yes!!!!!

Warnings: cursing, fluff(!!!)

Word Count: 965

“YOU HAD THE FUCKING BEE MOVIE, AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!” You scream as you grabbed the disc case and shove it in Jared’s face annoyingly.

“Well you didn’t let me finish saying what fucking movies I had in the first place,” He shot back.

“We’re definitely watching this first,” You demand, placing the disc into the DVD player.

Excitedly, you plopped yourself onto his couch and rushed him to get the popcorn so you can start the movie.

“Alright, alright, I’m not your fucking man servant,” He joked.

“Whatever you say, Kleinman” You laughed, wearing a smirk on your face.

He finally came back, and you were then able to press play. That’s when Mr. I Can’t Shut My Mouth started babbling on about every flaw he found in the damn movie.

“Look at his wardrobe, it’s basically like Evan’s. It’s all the same shit!” He complained.

You roll your eyes, expecting him to shut up for a few minutes. But of course, he continued.

“I wish my parents were as proud as Barry’s parents when I show them my report card,” He said.

“Can you hush, the movie has only been playing for like 3 minutes and you’re already blabbing,” You say in attempt to get him to comment less about your favorite meme movie.

To no avail, he persisted to review every frame of the fucking film. You didn’t seem to care about it so much, but in the inside you were raging and ready to choke a bitch if you needed too. Taking a deep breath, you stood up and practically ran to the movie cabinet to pull out another one. Immediately after opening, you had struck gold. As a result you gasped loudly.

“What’d you find, Y/N/N?” He questioned obnoxiously as he made his way behind you.

Rolling your eyes, you turned around to show him the movie, only to bump into him because of the fact he stood a lot closer than you had expected. Out of nervousness, you try and laugh it off, and he seems to be doing the same as he backs up a little. He got a good look at the movie and chuckled.

“Let’s fucking do this,” He said in between laughs.

You slid gracefully over to the DVD player and placed in the treasure you had found, Shrek. Something you didn’t notice though was that every time you stood up to do something, his eyes were glued onto you, taking in every inch of your body; That is, until you turned around and caught him looking at you.

“You ok there Kleinman?” You asked as you went back to you’re seat on the couch.

“Never been better,” He simply replied, tension reminiscent in the air. You sat there silently as you nodded in confusion, and then hit play to begin the movie. Once it began, he went back to being his loud-mouth-self. Towards the start of the movie, all you could manage to do was roll your eyes every time he made a remark. But if you were honest, you thought him singing along to “All Star” was the funniest thing.

But then it came to a point where this fucking kid would not stop talking, not even to take a breather. He kept babbling on, and laughing at his own jokes like it was the funniest he had ever heard.

       If this motherfucker does not shut up, I swear…

“Did you just hear Shrek say the word as-“ He began, but was quickly interrupted by you pulling on his collar, and plopping a kiss onto his lips. You lingered for about a few second before pulling back, an upset look on your face.

“You got to learn how to shut the fuck up sometimes, Kleinman. You were getting on my fucking nerves,” You attempted to say in an aggressive manner, but your red face didn’t help.

Jared, who was still shocked by what just happened, was as red as a cherry tomato. It took him a few seconds to come back to reality, but only to say

“Well, if I continue talking, will you have to teach me a lesson again?” He questioned smugly, inching his way closer to you.

“Oh, fuck off!” You laughed, shoving him away. But as you did, he took your arm and pulled you closer to him, and he chuckled.

“You push, I pull. Two can play that game,” He said, then holding you in a warm embrace, peppering your face with kisses. You giggled at his affection, thinking of how you never expected things to end up as they did. And how basically this was all your fault.

Yeah, he wouldn’t stop talking, but now that you two were cuddling, you tolerated it.

“I honestly ship the dragon and donk-,” He began once again, and you decided to be funny and interrupt him.

“I just fell asleep,” You say, concealing your laughs.

He turns to you with surprised look written all over his face.

That made you fall asleep? Well, I know something that will wake you up,” He said with a sly smirk. 

He brought his face to yours and kissed you softly, but without warning, he started to tickle your sides. You began to cackle and squirm, and he laughed along with you.

“OK, ok fine, I love your commentary, I don’t know what I’d do without it,” You admitted sarcastically, earning a smile from Kleinman.

“That’s what I thought,” He said, pulling you closer.

Throughout the night, you watched more movies, and eventually fell asleep in each others arms. And you wouldn’t have change it for the world.

♥ BIOSHOCK SENTENCE STARTERS
feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❛ Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? ❜
  • ❛ It belongs to the poor. ❜
  • ❛ It belongs to God. ❜
  • ❛ It belongs to everyone. ❜
  • ❛ I chose something different. I chose the impossible. ❜
  • ❛ Would you kindly? ❜
  • ❛ We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us. ❜
  • ❛ In the end, what separates a man from a slave? ❜
  • ❛ A man chooses, a slave obeys. ❜
  • ❛ You think you have memories. ❜
  • ❛ Stop, would you kindly? ❜
  • ❛ Was a man sent to kill, or a slave? ❜
  • ❛ What is the greatest lie ever created? What is the most vicious obscenity ever perpetrated on mankind? ❜
  • ❛ How many catastrophes were launched with the words “think of yourself”? ❜
  • ❛ It’s the “king and country” crowd who light the torch of destruction. ❜
  • ❛ It is this great inversion, this ancient lie, which has chained humanity to an endless cycle of guilt and failure. ❜
  • ❛ I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. ❜
  • ❛ And so, I asked myself: in what country was there a place for men like me - men who refused to say “yes” to the parasites and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. ❜
  • ❛ It’s time to end this little masquerade. ❜
  • ❛ Someone in my line of work takes on a variety of aliases. Hell, once I was even a Chinaman for six months. ❜
  • ❛ I want to make them beautiful, but they always turn out WRONG! ❜
  • ❛ Even in a book of lies sometimes you find truth. ❜
  • ❛ There is indeed a season for all things and now that I see you flesh-to-flesh and blood-to-blood I know I cannot raise my hand against you. ❜
  • ❛ You can kill me, but you will never have my city. ❜
  • ❛ My strength is not in steel and fire, that is what the parasites will never understand. ❜
  • ❛ A time to live and a time to die, a time to build… and a time to destroy! ❜
  • ❛ It’s an angel! I can see light coming from his belly. ❜
  • ❛ They offered you the city… and you refused it. ❜
  • ❛ You saved them. You gave them the one thing that was stolen from them: A chance. ❜
  • ❛ Who looks after sleeping Angels? I do… I do… ❜
  • ❛ They told me, “Son, you’re special. You were born to do great things.” You know what? They were right. ❜
  • ❛ It’s my curse, it’s my fucking curse! ❜
  • ❛ Life isn’t strictly business. ❜
  • ❛ I came to this place to build the impossible. ❜
  • ❛ Why are you so resistant to the traditional methods of separating a man from his soul? ❜
  • ❛ Don’t worry; I just need time to find the proper poison. ❜
  • ❛ They offered you everything, yes? And in return, you gave them what you always did: Brutality. ❜
  • ❛ Nice work, boyo. ❜
  • ❛ You’ve been a pal, but you know what they say: Never mix business with friendship. ❜
  • ❛ Come on! The Angels are waiting for our kisses! ❜
  • ❛ I realized I have love of science. ❜
  • ❛ I said if you are going to do such things you should at least do them properly. ❜
  • ❛ Please get up! Please! ❜
  • ❛ Ocean water is colder than a witch’s tit. ❜
  • ❛ You don’t heat the pipes, the pipes freeze; pipes freeze, pipes burst. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t give a toss if you piss or go fishing. ❜
  • ❛ You think you gonna finish me in here, you old fruit? ❜
  • ❛ And the iceman cometh, baby. The iceman fucking cometh. ❜
  • ❛ If you can’t come in from the cold, then you gotta grow ice over your heart. ❜
  • ❛ This little fish looks like he just had his cherry popped! ❜
  • ❛ Agh, I guess I’ll have another drink. ❜
  • ❛ I know why you’ve come, little moth. ❜
  • ❛ You’ve your own canvas. One you’ll paint with the blood of a man I once loved. ❜
  • ❛ Hurry now! My muse is a fickle bitch, with a very short attention span! ❜
  • ❛ So tell me, friend, which one of the bitches sent you? The KGB wolf, or the CIA jackal? ❜
  • ❛ And with that, farewell, or dasvidaniya, whichever you prefer. ❜
  • ❛ You ooze in like an assassin, and then you try to sneak out like a thief! ❜
  • ❛ There’s two ways to deal with mystery: uncover it, or eliminate it. ❜
  • ❛ I had you built! I sent you top-side! ❜
  • ❛ I called you back, showed you what you was, what you was capable of! ❜
  • ❛ Even that life you thought you had? That was something I dreamed of and had tattooed inside your head. ❜
  • ❛ Angels don’t wait for slowpokes. ❜
  • ❛ I’ve never killed a man, let alone a mate. But this is what it’s come to. ❜
  • ❛ If I have to kill one, to save the other… So be it. ❜
  • ❛ There he is! The one who will save us all. ❜
  • ❛ He’s the one who saved me! ❜
  • ❛ I like him. ❜
  • ❛ Come and get it, mook! ❜
  • ❛ The lighthouse is lit up like Hellfire. Looks like some kind of plane crash. ❜
  • ❛ No, Goddess! He’ll ruin everything! Get him! Have your harpies tear him to bits! ❜
  • ❛ Looks like the old grape finally sent someone. ❜
  • ❛ Stood up! Again! Second time this week. ❜
  • ❛ Who could hate me so much they’d ruin me like this? What did I do to them? ❜
  • ❛ I get so mad sometimes I can hardly breathe. ❜
  • ❛ All those years of study and, was I ever truly a surgeon before I met them? ❜
  • ❛ Change your look, change your sex. Change your race. It yours to change - nobody else’s. ❜
  • ❛ Seems like some poor blighters have started seeing ghosts. Ghosts! ❜
  • ❛ What makes something like me? ❜
  • ❛ The man hires me to build a forest at the bottom of the ocean, and then turns a walk in the woods into a luxury. ❜
  • ❛ Only thing worse than a hypocrite is an unemployed one. ❜
Teru Headcanons (Pt. 1)

i finally finished another headcanon post!! yay me! i actually finished this about a week ago but tumblr deleted them all and i cried for like 10 minutes it was upsetting :’( but anyways! i got them done again! yaaay

Mob // Ritsu //

  • the wig was on purpose
    • he knew it was a disaster he just had to be sure no one remembered him falling from the sky naked and bald
    • like? i would do that too tbqh
  • he actually has terrible fashion sense though
    • he just? likes being colorful? the more color and patterns the better in his mind
    • plus that just means its easier to see him
    • im almost 100% sure he owns 8 pairs of floral sneakers that are all apparently completely different
    • everyones sure theyre all almost identical if not the same shoes
  • love at first fight
    • like…. it wasnt immediate but by the time he got home he was like ‘wow that timid guy kageyamas pretty cute and hes really nice hahaahahahaa fuck im gay?’
  • theatre gay teru is real and i will not stand for anything that suggests otherwise
    • hes actually really cool to the drama club after the fight?? like he becomes the person that Always gets the lead but u know they deserve it and ur always happy to find out that they did
    • he doesnt get the lead in musicals but he does get like the lead supporting role and hes always just as excited to be in them
    • on opening night when everyones Nervous hes like ‘squeeze my hands as hard as you can’
      • it is a good pressure stim…
      • and it makes the person feel a little bit better!! win-win
  • his apartment is really lonely so he likes to surround himself in very heavy blankets and some tea so it aint as bad
  • in fact he never cleans it so it looks lived in
    • when it is clean it feels even less like home
  • once he befriends the Esper Squad he invites them over a lot
    • mob is usually the only one that says yes rip
    • but they have a fun time
    • even tho terus internal process the Entire Time is literally ‘fuckfuckfuck im so gay???/?/??????/??????? shit’
    • especially when mob does the Sof Smile……… he fucking dies
  • the first time mob comes over after they start Kind Of Dating™ terus literally screaming internally at all times
    • when mob kisses him for the first time Very Sof he almost cries bc its so pure and hes so gay
    • hes also bright fucking red
    • mob finds it really cute
  • the first time he visits Spirits And Such hes really nervous
    • hes heard from mob that reigens really awesome so he knows that mob values reigens opinion and hes Very Afraid reigens gonna hate him
  • it takes all of 5 seconds for reigen to decide hes now responsible for another kid
    • teru also thinks of reigen as his unofficial father
    • the first time reigen does a Dad Thing like ‘im so proud of you’ or hugs him teru hecking cries
      • reigen thinks hes fucked up but then he sees terus smile and hes just ‘oh. heh.’
  • tome is his best friend and they meme all day
    • the group chat
      • teru: *string of emojis that have no rhyme or reason*
      • ritsu: what
      • ritsu: the fuck
      • shous phone is constantly dead so he never responds ever
      • mob: …. yes?
        • poor baby he just wants to be Included in the joke
      • tome: ME AF @ TERU
    • tome is constantly sending him the randomest fucking shit
      • tome: hear me out
      • tome: mothmans gay and really likes caramel macchiatos
      • teru: tru??????
    • they are a pair of gays and its good™

thats all i got for now………………. but uh. yeah :D

skype part i [h2ovanoss]

“Are you sure you can handle yourself, Jonathan?”

“For the third time, Mother, Yes. I can handle myself. I’m grounded anyways.” Jonathan mumbled the last part, hoping that his mother didn’t hear it. But as always, mothers find out.

“You are grounded. If I hear any funny business from anyone or anything suspicious when your father and I get home, we will move back to North Carolina. Got that?” Jonathan’s mother said sternly, as Jonathan rolled his eyes and nodded sarcastically if that made sense. “Maybe do some homework while you’re at it, son. Haven’t seen you do that in a long time.” Jonathan’s father said it with not much emotion, which left Jonathan confused, not knowing if he was joking or being serious. “I would do my homework, but you know,” Jonathan started, “you banned me from school for two weeks.” Jonathan did actually have homework to finish from those previous weeks, but it’s not like he was going to do that homework anyways. So, he didn’t let that thought occupy his mind. He had much better plans.

“Loosen up, guys. Go to Hawaii without your son. I don’t have anything to contact my friends or anything. You took those away from me too.” Jonathan sassed back. With his phone, PC, every game console he owned, taken away from him; he had plenty of time to waste for thinking about sassy comebacks and quips for, not only his friends, but his parents. Ever since Jonathan confessed to him that he was a flaming bisexual, they haven’t been a very happy and bubbly family like they were before.

“Just do as much shit as you can that doesn’t involve being a faggot, Jonatha-”

“Jon. It’s Jon.” Jonathan growled, his eyes growing a darker shade of blue, making Jonathan’s mother step a bit backwards. And of course, his father not giving any flying fucks.

“Whatever, let’s go, Elizabeth.” my what-so-called father dragged my mother to the car, carrying their luggage with them. I heard the car engine start and tires screeching abruptly on the drive-way. The roaring of their car engine fade away.

I looked out the window and saw mo sight or trail of them. I smirked and immediately ran to my parents’ room and opened their walk-in closet.

“Bottom of the third pile, second row, fifth column.” I whispered to myself, counting each column and pile and row there was until I found it. My laptop.

I laughed, “God, they’re so fucking stupid when it comes to hiding things. Like their failed marriage.” I said, looking at the ‘hidden’ divorce papers under other piles of junk mail.

I went to my room and literally jumped onto the bed and locked my door. I closed my window and locked them so my neighbor doesn’t get suspicious.

I opened the laptop and turned it on, “I’m almost there.” I murmured, putting my password into the blank space.

Once it went to desktop, I didn’t care about my social media, the amount of memes I’ve missed in the past four months, the amount of notifications I have from that one party. I had my priorities.

I double-clicked the logo, clicking his name, then clicking call.

“Jon?”

“Evan! Evan, hi! Oh my god, how long has it been?” I yelled out, but not too loud for my neighbor to hear.

“Dude, you’ve missed so much. The guys have missed you so much. Especially me, baby.” Evan winked, joking the last part. “What did I miss?” I asked excitedly and clapping my hands together, The amount of things I wanted to hear from his angelic voice was making me nervous and— “Everything basically. You probably missed the news that drugs were found it some kid’s locker and they had school lock down for a few days…” Evan went on and on, missing the feeling of comfort and nostalgia, even if its only been two weeks.

Jonathan checked the time, his parents were so suspicious of him that they had his neighbor check on him on 00:30. It was already 23:30. One more hour His mind went back to his best friend, “Tyler and Craig got into a huge fight and one thing lead to another, Daithi tried to stop Tyler, but we all know how that would’ve ended up.”

Jonathan was shocked, “Holy shit, is Daithi okay? Let me guess, black eye and a busted lip?” Evan smirked, “Tyler’s iconic.”

“So, did Craig and Tyler make up?”

Evan chuckled, “Tyler came into school the next day after lunch with a cocky smirk and messed up hair, along with Craig who looked dazed as fuck and limping quite a bit.” Jonathan chuckled as well, “Ah. Make-up sex. In the bathroom too, I salute the two.” Jonathan shook his head, smiling a little bit.

Evan kept talking and talking and talking and fuck, Jonathan couldn;t will away the fact that it was starting to get a little hot. Jonathan was sweating. He couldn’t will away the fact that he was turned on; aroused; horny. He always knew he had some sort of tiny infatuation for the asian, but he never really paid attention to it or Jonathan himself pushed it away. Before Jonathan could even realize, he was already palming himself through his basketball shorts. “It just sucks without you, Jonathan,” Evan sighed.

Not soon after, Evan was still telling stories from how Tyler literally almost fucked Craig during a party to how Brian gave Brock the most deep purple hickey he’s ever seen. “Like, how could someone bite that hard? . . There were teeth marks!” Evan said, running his hand through his own hair. Jonathan always thought when Evan did that with his hair was fucking hot.

Jonathan already slipped his hand into his briefs and started to touch himself, ragged breaths already starting to emit from his throat, trying to hide from Evan the fact that he was jerking off to him. Sure, Jonathan had had lewd dreams about the canasian, but he never thought he’d have enough balls to touch himself while skyping him.

Evan was walking around his own room, looking for something around his room. Jonathan didn’t know what he was looking before because he wasn’t paying attention, for obvious reasons. “Aha!” Evan found whatever he was looking for, and bent down to grab it, and Jonathan could see his best friend’s plump round ass clearly. Jonathan sucked in a breathe. Hoping Evan wouldn’t hear him. What is the circumference of his ass? It’s like, perfectly round. Jonathan thought to himself.

Unfortunately for Jonathan, Evan did hear him and looked back at his camera, walking back with his head cocked to the side. “What’s wrong, bud?” Evan said, and because he was sick—as he said earlier, when Jonathan was actually paying attention— Evan had a husky and sexy voice, like as if he had just woken up.

That alone set Jonathan over the edge, biting his lip to stop the moan from emitting from his mouth. At this point, Jonathan was already jerking himself off. “Jon, why is your camera moving up and do– oh my god.”

Fuck.

Jonathan was having a tsunami of mixed emotions going on in his mind. Lust and embarrassment being the strongest.

“Jon, are you… jerking off?”

anonymous asked:

“I’m pregnant logyn

Sigyn idled away the hours with a book in her lap. She’d barely managed to finish a page the whole day and was about to make another valiant attempt at concentration when there was a sharp rap at the door.

“My lady, would you care to prepare for dinner?” a handmaid queried nervously, her eyes darting about in search of Sigyn’s mercurial husband.

“Very well,” Sigyn sighed finally abandoning her book.

Honestly, she had no appetite but to forgo the meal would garner suspicion, perhaps even offence from the royal family. Technically she was a member of said family, but she and Loki had only been married a few short seasons, and it seemed to be a marriage of convenience more than anything else. Except…

Sigyn sighed again as the handmaid forced her into more appropriate evening wear, her hands straying to her stomach as the handmaid cinched the waist a little tighter. She let out a shaky breath and dismissed the servant, taking a minute to centre herself before leaving her chambers.

She managed to focus enough to find her way to the dining hall without wandering off but as soon as the first course was put in front of her Sigyn began pushing her food around, her own thoughts almost loud enough to drown out the table conversation. Almost.

“You cannot keep shirking your responsibilities, Thor,” Odin reprimanded. “When you are king you will need to oversee the council meetings and you would do well to start attending them now to get a better grasp of the politics involved.”

“Bah! What need have I for politics? I have never faced a problem that could not be solved with a swing of my mighty hammer,” the elder prince bragged as he quaffed a pint of ale.

“As eloquent as ever, Thor,” Loki drawled, his voice tight and cold. “It’s hard to see why father would be concerned that he made the wrong choice in successor.”

“Jealously does not become you, brother,” Thor growled, his grip on his mug tightening.

“I am not jealous, I have no interest in the crown.”

“So you keep saying,” Thor interrupted.

“It is a burden, and as such should treated seriously. And as you seem incapable of dedicating yourself to anything that requires an ounce of decorum or intelligence I am simply weeping for the future of Asgard.”

“That is enough,” Odin warned, but it went unheeded.

Sigyn rubbed her temple as a dull pain grew into a throbbing headache as the grown men seated around her continued to bicker. She spared a glance in Queen Frigga’s direction, the woman offering her a sympathetic smile before diving into the fray herself, trying in vain to calm the fraying tempers.

Sigyn tried to tune out the arguing but it was of no use, they seemed to only get louder the more Sigyn wished them to be silent. Eventually something had to give.

“I’M PREGNANT!” Sigyn shouted over the ruckus, jumping to her feet so suddenly she sent dinnerware flying. “I’m pregnant,” she repeated to the now deathly silent room. “And I find I have no appetite. If you’ll excuse me.”  

Sigyn was mortified at her outburst, but if meant having an excuse to dine alone she’d plead her belly every night of her pregnancy.

The moment she was safely ensconced in her bedchambers she undressed, ridding herself of the restrictive corset first. It was all in her head for the most part, as she was months away from showing, but she just didn’t feel comfortable with her clothing being pulled so tightly over her belly. She sighed and fell against the doorway of her dressing room, rubbing circles over her belly as she tried not to think about the complicated home life she would be bringing a child into.

That was how Loki found her several minutes later, and he watched entranced as her hand moved over her still flat belly, humming softly to their unborn child.

“Pregnant?” he asked redundantly when Sigyn noticed his intrusion.

“Yes, Eir confirmed it this morning,” Sigyn advised as she returned to her place on the lounge, opening her book to the marked page as a way of avoiding further conversation with the husband she barely knew.

“Pregnant,” Loki muttered to himself as he took a seat at the opposite end of the couch, carefully avoiding making contact with her outstretched legs. They sat in awkward silence for some time before Loki couldn’t stand it any longer. “Are you sure you are not hungry? I could send for something,” he offered, his voice wavering with an uncertainty that Sigyn had never heard from him before, so she took pity on him.

“Eir gave me some herbal tea to help with the nausea. Perhaps you could prepare me a cup?” she suggested, pointing to the small box next to her favoured tea set.

“Of course,” Loki replied enthusiastically, magically changing his clothes to something less formal as he crossed the room to move a kettle of water over the flames of their hearth.

Sigyn smiled to herself as Loki went about preparing her tea, handing her the steaming cup with such reverence it made her heart ache. They sat in a more companionable silence for the next few hours, each reading their own book, before retiring to their marriage bed, Loki’s arms wrapping around Sigyn’s belly as they drifted off to sleep.

thecalamityqueen  asked:

For your "Send Me a Character" could you do Tenzo if no one has asked yet? I hate that you are sick! I hope you feel better soon, Captain. I'd make you chicken noodle soup and tell you sweet MadaKaka stories if you weren't so far away.

Aww thank you berry!  You know just what a girl needs to feel better lol!  Also, I keep switching between Yamato and Tenzou, because I can never decide on what to call him.  He wants to be called Yamato, but I personally like Tenzou better, but I want to respect this fictional character’s wishes, so I call him Yamato, but then the ask framed him as Tenzou so idk here i am, floating along.

Originally posted by rasenpiss

  • First impression
    • No. No no nonono.  I want Kakashi.  I don’t want this whoever he is, bring back Kakashi.  So what, he can make a box and has a scary face, who would honestly be scared by that it’s dumb. He’s dumb.  Where’s Kakashi?  Why is Kakashi gone? I don’t care I want Kakashi bring him back bringhimbackbringhimbaaaaaack
  • Impression now
    • My wonderous tree child, love of my life, apple of my eye, poor, precious baby who has been abadoned by his creator and forced to become a joke while he follows around the source of his trauma, you deserved better.  This world was not good enough for you.  Sweet angel, I want only soft and lovely things for you.  Also, boy is cut.  Have you seen those arms?  Did you watch the filler episode where he’s soaking in an undergound hotspring shirtless (during the arc where they’re shipping him out with Naruto to the Turtle Island in Lightening)?  DID YOU SEE THAT?  Because that was when I started thinking ol’cat eyes was attractive.
  • Favorite moment
  • Idea for a story
    • Tenzou and Tobirama meet.  They bond over having the same face-plate, and being practical ninja who take safety seriously.  Alright, alright, a serious one.  Tenzou was born Senju Nawaki.  Dazou (being an utter bastard) totally fucking kidnapped him for experimentation, and switched him with another baby (who becomes the canon Nawaki.  I’m going to say Orochin wasn’t a total ass at this point and wouldn’t have experimented on Nawaki for Tsunade’s sake, so Dazou never told him the truth of the child’s lineage). That is why Tenzou has the Wood Release.  Not because Orochimaru’s experiments were successful, but because Tenzou had the ability (or latent ability) in the first place.  The experiments would have killed anyone else, but the Uzumaki longevity kept him alive.  The child who replaced him and is canonically known as Nawaki died because he was not an Uzumaki (like Tsunade is, by Mito).  It made canon Nawaki unable to withstand the same levels of trauma, which led to his death at a young age.  This gets uncovered after ROOT is brought to pieces, after the war, and Tsunade and Tenzou develop the sibling relationship they should have had from the start.  It’s about mutual healing, and while Tenzou isn’t a replacement for the boy Tsunade loved like a brother, he is a chance at having a family again.  He becomes Senju Yamato, and Tsunade is always teasing him to give her nieces and nephews.  Yamato blushes redder than a tomato every time, of course. “N-n-ne-nee-sama!  D-don’t say things like that!”  "Stop it with the ‘sama,’ otouto!  Call me neechan “bu-but Hokage-i mean-nee-sama, I can’t!  You’re the hokage!” and then Tsunade gives the hat over to Kakashi because she just wants to live a peaceful life with her new brother and also so Yamato will stop having excuses to address her as her ‘sama,’ but it’s a constant struggle.
  • Unpopular opinion
    • I don’t know how unpopular this is, but it’s the one I’ve got;  Yamato being forced to follow Orochimaru around isn’t funny.  Let me say that again for those of you in the back;  

YAMATO BEING FORCED TO FOLLOW OROCHIMARU AROUND ISN’T FUNNY!

    • Look, I get it.  It’s a cartoon.  But the idea of having to trail the person who abused me by torturing me as a lab experiment so soon after I just finished being another madman’s lab experiment because of the shit the first guy did to me is so fucked up.  Can you imagine, having to face your abuser while recovering from another string of abuse?  I mean, he was a child, he was helpless.  Maybe becoming a ninja helped with that.  He got strong.  He can protect himself.  Never again will he be taken in by a psycho trying to use his DNA—OH WAIT HE FUCKING WAS!  He was hooked up to a crazy tree, had the life pretty much sucked out of him because of the fucking DNA Orochishitface put in him, was made to be helpless again, and now it’s cool for him to be spying on the single person responsible for everything bad that’s ever happened to him, and it’s supposed to be funny?  It’s cruel.  And yes, ok, he’s a fictional character.  I get it.  But you know what? It’s dumb storytelling.  You basically erased the character’s past for a gag.  There were a million other things Yamato could have been doing.  Have him working in the Hokage’s office protecting Kakashi.  Give him a Family and make him a Tree Dad (Shizune is single, there you go.  Let’s paste together a relationship for him.  He’s interacted with her more than Kiba has interacted with the chick they got to be his wife).  Fuck, maybe Yamato is too traumatised and so he opens an orphanage so that no children will have to go though what he did.  Maybe Yams goes on a journey to find himself, collecting street urchins as he goes.  Maybe he opens up a Flower Shop and is now Rivals with Ino because his flowers and plants are always better (she complains all the time over him ‘cheating’ and sends Sai out to sabotage him.  There are constant mini-wars between the Yamanakas and Tenzou.  He’s usually ahead, because any damage they cause to his store he can rebuild in a second, while they actually have to rebuild (or wait for Yamato to feel guilty enough to fix it for them—Sakura is always trying to convince him to leave it; anything to one up Ino).  Maybe Yams starts growing herbs and stuff for the hospital?  Maybe the story I mentioned in the last bit comes to pass.  I don’t know, but I just thought of those on the fly and they’re already better ideas than being forced into a “comedy” routine with fucking Oroshitfucker.
  • Favorite relationship
    • We don’t really get to see many of his relationships except with Kakashi, so that wins by default.  I do like that they both kind of saved each other—Kakashi saving Tenzou from ROOT was just as important as Tenzou saving Kakashi from himself.  Both of them were drowning, smothered by traumas and hurts and just shitty fucking lives, and then they rescued each other.  So it started off very balanced between the two of them, they were on even footing.  Of course, Tenzou—who had never really had a relationship up to that point—puts distance between them by giving Kakashi a position of power over him (even if it’s just by calling him senpai) and kind of ruins that.  You can’t really build a steady, healthy relationship when there’s an uneven power dynamic in place.  Kakashi is always trying to get Yamato to address him without the honourific, but poor Tenzou is just like but…but…you saved me senpai I love you *heart eyes* and Kakashi is just like why do I always attract the weird ones?  What’s kind of tragic, is that Tenzou’s gratefulness and admiration towards Kakashi is was makes him want to address Kakashi as his senpai, but it’s that show of adoration and respect that is keeping Kakashi at a distance.  In this way, Yamato is the obstacle keeping himself from what he wants.  Poor tree man :’(
  • Favorite headcanon
    • This is actually something @fineillsignup​ wrote (I’m pretty sure?  I hope so), but I love the idea of Yamato calling Kakashi ‘Hokage-senpai’ instead of ‘Hokage-sama.’  It’s cute and super Yamato and I love it.  It’s official, this is how Tenzou addresses Kakashi.  Fight me.

Here is the ask! Send in a character!  Up next is Gai, then Genma, Hidan and Adult!Obito!

Already done:  Madara, Kakashi, Shino

playerprophet  asked:

23, Shakarian!!!!

THANK U DAWN!!!! IM EXCITE

“I’m trying very hard not to see all this as a metaphor for my life.”

“Does that mean you like it?” Shepard asks, fresh out of the shower and unapologetically nude. Garrus doesn’t glance up from the tablet in his hand, folded up on her couch in a way that he swears up and down is comfortable but makes her spine hurt just to look at.

“You said this was made in the early twenty-first century?” he asks for clarification. 

Shepard steps over the back of the couch, light-headed from a too-hot shower, and slithers into the space between the upholstery and her partner’s body. “Yes. Why?”

“I swear he’s trying to imitate turian subvocals,” he says, pausing on a clip of historical human actor discussing things with his butler and looking startled at her state of undress. “Oh. …Should I be paying more attention to you?”

“The answer to that is always yes,” Shepard says, but swats aside the hand that starts to cup her thigh, “but back to the movie. This was way, way, way before we encountered you, so unfortunately that’s just a coincidence.”

Garrus chirps; a multi-tonal musical sound like the clash of windchimes being hit all at once. She’d learned from Mordin this was an especially affectionate sound of agreement, but she wishes it didn’t sound so much like the alert tone of her alarm clock from basic training.

“If he was using sub-vocals, though,” she continues, trapped comfortably between the cool couch and the fever-hot turian body still adjusting to her intrusion, “what would he be saying?”

“Honestly, he just sounds like he’s dying. Like he’s begging the criminals to stop misbehaving, rather than ordering them. Look,” he says, and rewinds the video, “listen to how hoarse and airy his voice is.”

Resting the side of her cheek on his cowl, Shepard watches the video intently. “I can hear it, yeah.”

“You only sound like that when you’re a child trying to bark your way out of a crying fit. Or when someone’s crushed your windpipe.”

“Huh.” Underneath her, Garrus shifts one more time, and Shepard falls into place beside him, finally rediscovering the precise way they can puzzle-piece their bodies together into something comfortable. “Do you want to keep watching.”

“Absolutely. How many more are there?”

“With this actor? Five more. Others, though… God, I think they’re still making them on Earth every few years. Change it up ever once in a while, though.”

Garrus’s mouth nuzzles her hairline, going through the actions of preening her without actually scraping his teeth across her skin. “Have they had a turian in the role yet?”

“Not yet. Why? Would you want to be Batman?”

“I’d be a terrible actor,” he reminds her, absently running his hand up and down her flank. “But it might be a good role for a turian. A little bit of a redesign of those head spikes, to make them a little more aerodynamic…”

The rumble of his voice nearly lulls her to sleep - the water still beading on her freshly-moisturized skin eventually rolling off one side or another to be wicked away by either the couch or his casual clothes. If he minds her slowly making his side damp, he doesn’t say anything about it.

“You know,” Shepard says, once Garrus has finished listing all of the modifications they could make to the suit and they’ve resumed the film, “sometimes you remind me more of Commissioner Gordon.”

“Which one is he?”

“At the police station. The–” and she mimes wearing a pair of glasses.

Garrus looks down his ridged nose at her and stares. It’s an intimidating look to be sure, pale blue eyes bright and unashamedly, irrevocably predatory in a way that still cuts through to her base instincts like an omni-tool plasma blade, but she meets it without fear.

“Really?” he asks, his soft voice at total odds with his appearance. “You think I’m like him?”

He seems rather struck with the idea, so Shepard pushes herself up to straddle him, hands planted on either side of his head.

“Because I’m Batman,” she says, in her deepest and best imitation of Garrus, and tastes his laughing rumble in their kiss.

The Only Exception - Part 9

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Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: you don’t believe in romantic love, you find it pathetic. But maybe, you make an exception when you meet James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

A/N: this is way longer than the other chapters, but it is a decisive moment for the reader, and for Bucky. I hope you enjoy it!

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Jumin - Valentine’s Day Special

  After you chose the rich and serious member, as if affected by a spell, you felt tired. Your body was heavy and your eyelids were closing instinctively. Just as if you hadn’t slept for days. You gave up quickly, without reading the messages.

 Some hours later, you woke up feeling a lot better. Unlikely before, your body seemed extremely light. However, you weren’t expecting that. You woke up in an incredible room, the bed was extremely comfortable and everything seemed perfect.

  You were worried, but that was a nice place. There were a letter and a note near the bed, you took them and looked for your phone. Most of your contacts and photos were lost, but you had a new message from… Jumin?!

I left a note for you near the bed. Don’t forget to see it.”

  That was strange. How could the game know about the note? Since you were a little scared, you decided to read the letter first.

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