you are doing sports night wrong

anonymous asked:

I would love to se top ten pranks Phichit and Yuuri pulled on each other?

Top Ten Pranks Phichit and Yuuri Pulled On Each Other:

10) Phichit once complained too much that the Viktor poster Yuuri had up was freaking him out and Yuuri refused to take it down so Phichit stuck removable googly eyes on it instead to make it less weird

9) The one mentioned in a previous top ten where Phichit took a video of Yuuri looking very cute while sleeping before proceeding to chuck a bucket of ice cold water onto him

8) As part of a revenge prank Yuuri replaced Phichit skates with an identical pair owned by another skater at the rink that were just a bit too small and watched Phichit suffer the whole training session after convincing him that it was the same pair and Phichit’s ankles must just be getting fat 

7) Yuuri once stole Phichit’s phone and got into his Instagram. The day before Phichit had posted a picture of him looking good captioned ‘I woke up like this’ and Yuuri took and posted a really awful one of Phichit sleeping and drooling a bit after a long night studying passed out on his desk and captioned it ‘He didn’t wake up like that #embraceyournaturalbeauty’

6) Phichit replaced Yuuri’s workout clothes in his bag without Yuuri noticing until he got to the dance studio and was too embarrassed to be late by turning back. Since he couldn’t do a pole dance lesson in jeans he had to do it in booty shorts with ‘are you nasty’ written across the back. His instructor thought it was hilarious and it actually made dancing easier than doing it fully clothed so the prank kind of backfired on Phichit because Yuuri started doing all his lessons in shorts (although not those ones)

5) In return for the booty shorts thing one day, after Phichit had been out to a party the night before even though they had early morning training the next day, Yuuri stole all his clothes including his sport clothes and hid them out of the apartment so that Phichit was forced to go to training in his party clothes. Celestino’s general reaction was ‘Phichit Chulanont if you think I’m letting you get on the ice in ripped jeans and a crop top you are very wrong and you are on fitness training for the whole day.’

4) Phichit did the classic ‘replacing the shampoo with hair dye’ except he did it two days before a big competition and Yuuri was very close to having to skate in public with bleach blond hair. This was when Celestino officially banned the prank wars for good

3) Yuuri once stole Phichit ‘King and the Skater’ DVD and replaced it with a disk containing a compilation of videos of Phichit falling over on the ice. Phichit might have more recordings of Yuuri decking it but Yuuri had a few good ones too

2) Once Yuuri hit his head really badly after failing a quad flip and, seeing a perfect opportunity, convinced Phichit that by hitting his head he had forgotten how to speak English. Phichit spent the whole day fretting over him and trying to badly google translate everything Yuuri said and it only ended when Yuuri broke character and started cracking up that night

1) Once, about a year after Phichit found out about Yuuri and Viktor, Phichit broke into Yuuri’s locker at the skate club and turned it into a typical high school crush locker with loads of pictures and posters of Viktor with little hearts drawn all over them and ‘Yuuri Nikiforov’ postits and stuff. All the skaters who saw it the next day thought it was hilarious but then a couple of years later Yuuri and Viktor actually got together and they wondered if maybe it was a sign

Archie Andrews Imagine

‘Extraordinary Measures’

Cheerleader/Football Archie Imagine #1

Summary:  Y/n is a cheerleader on the River Vixens and has a date with her quarterback boyfriend, Archie. The only problem is Cheryl won’t end practice.

Word Count: 1603

request:  Hi~ can you please do a cute archie x cheerleader reader? 🖤

a/n: I know actually nothing about cheer (even though I have so much respect for the sport) so I did a tiny bit of research for this. Sorry if I got any cheer lingo wrong or messed something up. Let me know and I’d be happy to adjust it! // Also I wasn’t sure if the request wanted a Friday night football game kind of story so I kind of just did what I thought would be cool, but now I definitely want to write more cheerleader/football!archie stuff so be on the lookout. (Requests are open!)

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“Don’t mess, don’t mess,

don’t mess with the best ‘cause the best don’t mess!

Don’t fool, don’t fool,

don’t fool with the cool ‘cause the cool don’t fool!

From the east to the west

the Bulldogs are the best!

B-E-A-T beat ‘em! B-U-S-T bust ‘em!

Beat ‘em, bust ‘em, that’s our custom! Come on Bulldogs readjust ‘em!

Gooo Bulldogs!”

You along with the rest of the River Vixens were breathing heavily after running another cheer, it could practically be called panting. You were the flyer, with three equally exhausted bases under you including Betty and Veronica, finished in a liberty position with your hands in a high v. You’d been practicing for close to four hours – with no water break. Cheryl was always aggressive but this was a new high even for her.

“That was great ladies,” Cheryl yelled standing up from her spot on the bleachers. You looked down to Veronica and Betty and smiled in relief; it’d been a long day of getting yelled at by Cheryl and this seemed like progress. “Except that it wasn’t. It was actually terrible,” she walked down the bleachers toward the squad, putting an extra emphasis on ‘actually’. “My grandmother could cheer that better than you sacks-of-potatoes-with-skirts-and-ponytails that call yourselves ‘cheerleaders’. And she’s been dead since Obama’s first term.” Your face fell. You should have known. This was Cheryl Blossom we’re talking about.

The bases helped you down and you all gave each other long, knowing stares with heavy eyes. “I swear to god, I’m gonna go New York on her,” Veronica threatened. All the Vixens were thoroughly done with Cheryl for the day. Unfortunately, though, it didn’t seem that she was done with you.

She pulled out her megaphone for added drama. It’s not like she needed it. Even if her voice wasn’t extremely loud and high pitched enough to make dogs bark from a mile away, she was only standing like fifteen feet in front of you. “Why don’t we run ‘Be Aggressive’. Is that simple enough for you guys? Can your tiny little pigeon-brains handle that? And if it’s as bad as the rest of practice has been, it better be because all of you are puking your brains out or morbidly injured!”

Everyone was parched and needed a break. You decided it was worth a try. “Cheryl?” All eyes turned to you with shock and desperation. She cocked her head, egging you on and crossed her arms, waiting for you to continue.

Normally you would just deal with Cheryl and imagine something really embarrassing happening to her to make yourself feel better, but today she had put you in an especially bad mood. You we’re supposed to be going out with your boyfriend, Archie, soon but it didn’t look like she had any intention of ending practice in the near future. He was the school’s quarterback so he would be finishing up football practice any minute and you guys were supposed to be finished with rehearsal half an hour ago.

“Uh, I was wondering if maybe we could get some water?” You asked with an especially pathetic expression and your best puppy dog eyes without being obvious. She gave you a blank expression and stared at you for an uncomfortably long amount of time. Like 15 Mississippi seconds.

“You know what?” she probed, still using the unnecessary megaphone, “Yes, you girls can get water. But only because if I have to listen to you imbeciles butcher another simple cheer, I’m going to Van Gogh both my ears off, and I mean that. Be back in two minutes.”

A couple of girls ran up to you graciously but most just ran to their water to make the most of the time that was given. Two minutes in Cheryl-time was pretty different from two minutes in real-time. Just then, the football team parted ways signaling the end of practice. Some guys went to their cars but a lot stayed behind to watch the cheerleaders practice. It was kind of creepy but football normally got out after cheer so it wasn’t usually a problem.

Archie, jogged over to you with his gear still on and his helmet in his hand. He smiled at you with crinkly eyes and ran his fingers through his disheveled copper hair. “How’s my favorite River Vixen?”

You forwent an actual greeting and instead just yelled “WATER,” at him, grabbing the green bottle in his bag with the Gatorade logo on it and gulped it. It came out a little more desperate and forceful than intended but you figured he got the general ‘welcome’ message. When you finally came up for air he looked at you in awe and gave a chuckle, “Well hello to you too.”

“Sorry, it’s just Cheryl’s been crazy all practice. This is literally the first water break we’ve gotten.”

“Cheryl? Crazy? How new and different for her.” He leaned in to kiss you but you dipped out of the way.

“I promise you don’t want to kiss me Arch, I’m really sweaty.” You handed him the bottle back.

“Yeah, but I’m really sweaty too so it cancels out,” he leaned in and kissed you softly.

You smiled up at him, “Ah yes, simple algebra. How could I forget?”

The nice moment you were sharing was interrupted by the sound of nails on a chalkboard, also known as Cheryl Blossom’s voice through a megaphone, “ONE MINUTE”.

Your head whipped around back to your boyfriend. You HAD to get out of this practice, and you had an idea of how. “Archie.”

“Yeah?”

“I need you to stomp on my foot right now.”

He shook his head in confusion, “What? Why? You’re kidding, right?”

“Archie please. I don’t have time for questions. Cheryl is gonna kill me, at least if I don’t get to her first. Now just please stomp on my foot. With the cleat, she’ll check for damage.”

“You’re not kidding. Y/n! no! I’m not just going to crush your foot. Are you crazy?”

“Come on!” you pleaded with him. You looked over at Cheryl. You could tell even from this far away that she was getting increasingly impatient which meant that you were running out of time. “You don’t even have to stomp that hard! Just like, leave a mark or something, I’ll act out the rest!”

“Y/n, I’m not going to stomp on your foot.”

“Archie,” you widened your eyes at him and talked slowly and deliberately. “I swear to the lord above if you do not stomp on my foot, with cleat, right now, then I will not talk to you for a solid week. I swear.”

He opened his mouth to say something, contemplating what to do. He really didn’t want to hurt your foot but he knew that, strangely, you would be really mad at him if he didn’t.

Cheryl’s voice rang from the megaphone, “LET’S TAKE IT FROM THE TOP VIXENS!”

Archie went against his better judgment, lifting his foot about two feet off the ground and slammed it down onto your soft sneaker.

“SHIT!” You buckled over and grabbed your foot in pain, balancing yourself by holding onto Archie with your other hand.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay? I really didn’t want to –”

“It’s fine, Arch. That was perfect. But I will need you to carry me over to Cheryl. She’ll want to see this.”

He put the rest of his equipment in his bag and lifted you up bridal style and headed towards the cheer squad. “Cheryl’s going to kill me right?” “Probably.”

She had her back turned to you as she was yelling at a freshman about how her hair looked unprofessional. “Cheryl?” You called out to her. She whipped around and her jaw dropped.

“What did you do to my flyer Andrews?!”

He cautiously answered her, “I’m really sorry, I just accidentally stepped on her foot with my cleat…”

“Which foot?!” Her eyes were wide with rage. You lifted your leg to indicate. She walked swiftly over to you and roughly pulled off your sneaker, making you wince a bit in pain. Sure enough, Archie’s cleats had left their mark. Your foot was red and it was obvious you couldn’t do anymore flying today. She threw the shoe into your hand that wasn’t wrapped around Archie’s neck. “Next time keep your big clown feet to yourself Boo Boo the fool.” She turned and walked towards her place in the bleachers. “Get out of my sight Y/n and put some ice on the foot. It better be healed by next practice,” she warned over her shoulder.

You looked at Archie, “I think… we’re free to go.” You looked back at the squad and saw Betty and Veronica getting into formation to run something. Betty reached her arm out dramatically towards the two of you and you could see Veronica mouth the words ‘Take us with you’. You reached back mirroring Betty’s motion as Archie turned away and walked towards his car.

“At least now we can make our dinner reservation. I got us a table at this great place called Pop’s. You probably haven’t heard of it, it’s pretty underground.” Archie quipped.

“Oh yeah? Sounds cute. I really will need some ice when we get there though. You know you actually stepped on me pretty bad,” you said to him, knowing how it would make him react.

“Are you kidding me? You forced me to do it! You threatened me!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding relax. I will need some ice though.”

“What are you? Some kind of masochist?”

“Mr. Grey will see you now.”

dating ross butler | (would include)

Originally posted by kevinkeller

request

- being shorter than him even in heels

- “your such a bfg”

- hugs on hugs on hugs, he literally would give the warmest hugs

- you’d borrow -steal- his clothes like 24/7

- “is that my shirt?” “um well yes it it- also no longer yours

- lots of snuggling

- everywhere

- pda, so much god damn pda

- visiting him on set

- did i mention cuddles?

- constantly touching his hair

- you’d run your fingers through it when your snuggled up with him at night

- asking -begging- to let you braid it

- “no baby” “pleeeeeeassseee”

- him giving into you every time because he’s so inlove with you

- him being the first to say i love you

- make out sessions in his trailer

- cuddles in bed because he’s just a giant teddy bear

- inside jokes

- banter

- meeting the cast

- coachella with ross, the 13rw cast & the riverdale gang

- riding his shoulder during halsey

- piggy backs everywhere because you’re lazy

- ross trying to drag you to the gym

- “c'mon baby it’ll be fun”

- dancing in his kitchen

- going out to premieres always as his date

- ross always gushing about you even in interviews

- being his princess & number one fan

- binge watching 13RW with him on the couch, wine and junk food at hand

- crying because the shows triggering with your mental illness’

- “don’t cry baby, i love you”

- snuggles for comfort

- more banter

- “so zach is literally reggie but with more screentime”

- laughing so hard you nearly pee

- tickle fights

- road trips

- both of you singing -badly- at the top of your lungs

- catching him trying to get of guard photos of you

- “stopppppp!!!”

- lots of innuendo’s and constant teasing -especially in public-

- long distance when he’s working

- midnight text, because he’s -always- thinking about you

- protective ross

- especially when your out drinking and other guys try and flirt with you

- butt grabbing

- flirty in public almost always

- goofing off when it’s just you two

- being woken up by his dog in the mornings

- arguing over silly things but making up shortly after

- make outs

- make up sex

- trying to impress you

- “i bet you can’t actually do the spoon thing”

- him proving you wrong

- “yeah you’re forgiven”

- sarcasm 24/7

- forehead kisses

- his cologne all over your clothes and apartment

- movies nights

- going to sporting games

- wearing his teams colours

- “holy fuck you look so right now”

- blushing -constantly- whenever your around him

- being hopelessly in love

- dating a real life cinnamon roll

100 Prompts List

1. “What’s a soulmate?”
2. “Are you sure you know where we’re going?”
3. “This isn’t gonna end well.”
4. “This is my stop.”
5. “When will they kiss?!”
6. “You’re in love with _____!”
7. “Are you kidding me? We’re not ‘fine’, we were never 'fine’!”
8. “It’s like we’ve faded apart.”
9. “It’s like you don’t care anymore.”
10. “Don’t you dare touch me!”
11. “Not again, I’m not losing you again.”
12. “You had your chance.”
13. “Excuse me, I think this is your coffee.”
14. “I’m marrying ______.”
15. “So you’re taking _____’s side. Okay.”
16. “It hurt when you said you didn’t love me, but it hurt even more when you fell in love with _____.”
17. “I can’t believe I was stupid enough to fall for my best friend.”
18. “I want my best friend back.”
19. “Sorry, but _____’s gone.”
20. “My parents asked about you.”
21. “I’m sorry, but who are you?”
22. “You got her pregnant? While you were with me?”
23. “I’ll always be there for you.”
24. “You yell at me all the time. All the time. So now that I’m leaving to regret what you’ve done?”
25. “Is it so bad that I want to do something for myself for once?!”
26. “Why are we still a secret? Are you ashamed of me?”
27. “So there’s someone else on the side?”
28. “Are you drunk?” / “Were you drinking again?”
29. “What’s going on?”
30. “I’m leaving.”
31. “Don’t you dare say it. Don’t you dare say you love me.”
32. “You say you love me and that I’m the one for you but you’re still sleeping around and texting other people too.”
33. “I made a mistake.”
34. “I’m not going.”
35. “Don’t you dare walk out that door.”
36. “I wasn’t supposed to wait for you forever.”
37. “I moved on.”
38. “Run, and don’t you dare look back.”
39. “I love you and it’s terrifying.”
40. “What is this feeling?”
41. “I may be an idiot, but I’m your idiot.”
42. “When will you stop running and accept the fact that I love you?!”
43. “I think I’m on my period.”
44. “I think I’m pregnant.”
45. “Did you really mean that?”
46. “Am I not good enough?”
47. “Take care of your parents.”
48. “Come back home.”
49. “I can’t trust you anymore.”
50. “Why did you tell ___?!”
51. “These pickup lines won’t make me like you.”
52. “Leave! See if I care!”
53. “Can I paint your nails?”
54. “I’m not happy with you.”
55. “I loved you my whole life and I waited for you to notice.”
56. “What’re you hiding from me?”
57. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
58. “I wish I could tell you.”
59. “Everyone thought it would last. I thought it would last.”
60. “A second chance? After you broke it off? In a public place?”
61. “You can’t wear that out.”
62. “I’m not leaving till you listen.”
63. “You look good in my shirt.”
64. “You look like you haven’t slept in days.”
65. “It could be worse.”
66. “Put me down!”
67. “I know this Human Phys but I know we’ve got chemistry.”
68. “What do you mean a double date?”
69. “Stop singing to children’s shows.”
70. “Do you need help with your sunscreen?”
71. “No, I insist on playing.”
72. “You, me. That cafe on 14th at 6.”
73. “I think you should stop wearing makeup.”
74. “Did you just say that to me?”
75. “I’m sorry for jumping on your back, I thought you were someone else.”
76. “Sorry, we’re closed.”
77. “Hi, we were assigned as partners.”
78. “Excuse me, do you need help getting that?”
79. “You look like you need a drink.”
80. “Are you on the (sports) team?”
81. “It’s not what it looks like.”
82. “Do you trust me?”
83. “Go talk to them.”
84. “She’ll whoop your ass if you try anything funny.”
85. “Your drink is nasty.”
86. “I just moved in.”
87. “I’m lost, please help?”
88. “I got this number last night at the bar, and it seems to be the wrong person.”
89. “What’re you doing here?”
90. “I said I never wanted to see you again.”
91. “Are you that stupid?”
92. “That was really hot.”
93. “Let me drive.”
94. “Stop putting the mugs on the top shelf.”
95. “You’re an asshole.”
96. “How was last night?”
97. “I accidentally broke your window.”
98. “Can I buy you a coffee?”
99. “We’ll go there someday, I promise you.”
100. “Here. I know it’s your favorite.”

Anything You Are, Anything You Do

Prompt: So its officially pride month!! I was wondering if you could do a cute thing where Spencer’s S/O comes out as asexual to him and he’s chill (bc personal hc, he is also asexual but you don’t have to include that if you don’t agree) and then cuddling and doctor who. Submitted by @sassesu

A/N: Whooo! Happy pride month!

Originally posted by seriestvquotes

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elphabun  asked:

SasuSai #25 for the sm prompts?

(everything i write with sai turns into a freaking novel how the fuck does that happen??)


“You know,” Naruto says, “I could cut off that other sleeve for you! Then you’d match! Aren’t artists supposed to like that kind of thing?”

Sai gets the feeling that Naruto doesn’t actually know much of anything about what artists are supposed to like and is just guessing wildly. It’s not the first time he’s had the feeling. It is, however, just ever so slightly more aggravating than the other times, or it would be if Sai allowed himself to feel anything at all.

(There’s a nervous flutter in his chest. He’s tense. He’s worried. He’s happy. But he isn’t any of those things, because he’s Root, and Root shinobi have no emotions.)

“Thank you, dickless,” he answers, and friends are supposed to sound thankful and appreciative when responding to each other’s requests, but Sai mostly just hopes he manages cheerful. Anything more complicated is usually hard, and right now, especially when it’s about his right arm—

He doesn’t touch it. His sleeve is long on that side for a reason, and the numbers are hidden, high up near the bend of his elbow. None of his teammates have seen them, not even Captain Yamato, who’s spent all day watching him with uncomfortably knowing eyes.

“My clothes are very fashionable, though,” Sai adds, even as Naruto is opening his mouth to loudly protest the nickname. (Sai had realized after the first emphatic objection that that nickname, at least, would not make them click as sudden best friends, but Sai also suspects that if he were allowed to have emotions, he’d be a dick, so it all works out.) “Ah! I see! Friends often dress in coordinated outfits, don’t they? Should be both look like we went dumpster-diving for our clothes behind a color-blind octogenarian’s house?”

Naruto blinks. His mouth opens, and then closes without anything coming out. Sai can practically see him trying to figure out if he was just insulted.

Sakura has a sudden and inexplicable coughing fit into the bottle of water she’s drinking, and Captain Yamato is very purposefully digging through his pack. When Naruto turns to them to gauge reactions, he gets no help, so her turns back to Sai with a squinty look of suspicion and levels a finger at him.

“My clothes are awesome!” he insists. Loudly, because it seems everything Naruto does is at top volume. Even sleeping, and Sai hadn’t really thought that was possible. “You’re just jealous ‘cause mine actually cover me!”

It is, Sai will admit, rather a better comeback than he expected. Still, he offers his teammate a charming smile (tries, at least; Shin always told him it made his face look weird) and goes back to his ration bar.

He very, very carefully doesn’t touch his right arm.

His breath comes faster as the moment approaches, as he slips down into the tunnels and pretends he can’t feel the date and time of his meeting carved into his skin as if with a hot knife. Easier to focus on the mission, on Danzō’s orders—

Except, for the first time in his life, it’s not.

Orochimaru is walking in front of him, Kabuto behind him. He’s in their base, so impossibly close to his objective. Danzō has every faith that Sai’s abilities can match Sasuke’s, and even if they can’t, Sai will win. He’s Root; there are only missions to be completed, objectives to be fulfilled. No doubt, no hesitation, no mercy.

“A visitor for you, Sasuke,” Orochimaru says, full of laconic amusement and a thread of something Sai can’t pinpoint. “From Konoha.”

The date on his arm burns.

Inside the room, Uchiha Sasuke turns to face the door, one hand resting on his sword. Taller than Sai, almost as pale, with the same hair he sported in his file and which Sai personally finds just as ridiculous as Naruto insists it is. But this isn’t the bored resentment of Sasuke as a genin; this is Orochimaru’s favored apprentice, deadly and fully aware of it, the last Uchiha—

Dark eyes go wide, and Sasuke stops moving.

It probably says something about Sai’s training, that it takes him several long moments to realize that the pain in his arm has entirely vanished.

“Interesting,” Orochimaru says, half-idle, though he doesn’t look back at either of them as he crosses to the desk on the far side of the room.

(Sai wonders, in one of those split-second flashes of insight that used to make Danzō especially cruel in training, just how long ago Orochimaru’s date passed. A very long time, he thinks, and doesn’t allow himself to dwell.)

“You knew,” Sasuke says, short and angry, but he doesn’t look at his teacher, either.

The implication helps Sai finally find his voice. “That’s not possible,” he says, and tries to make it sound polite, though he doesn’t think he manages. He feels dazed, fifteen degrees off of center when there’s no real reason to be. He still has his mission, his purpose, and this—this could be an opening. He could use this to get to close, to take Sasuke by surprise—

Except that Sai can’t move an inch.

“Well,” Kabuto says, ducking his head just a little so that the light reflecting off his glasses hides his eyes. It doesn’t hide the amusement in his voice, however. “You’ll certainly have the pales, prettiest children genetics can achieve. You must be so proud.”

Sasuke rolls his eyes, just faintly, though his gaze immediately falls back to Sai. He takes a step forward, then another, shifts into a slow stalk that brings them face-to-face in a handful of strides.

Sai could go for his own sword. He has every chance of reaching it before Sasuke can grab his.

Sai doesn’t.

“You betrayed your team,” Sasuke says flatly, though his eyes are intent.

Words don’t come easily, all tangled up on Sai’s tongue even though his trainers used to accuse him of talking too much. “I’m Root,” he says, as though that explains everything, and to him it does. Sasuke, however, won't—

“Hn.” Sasuke, of course, doesn’t care. He looks Sai over, then steps to the side, past and around him.

Sai could sink a kunai into his spine, his jugular, his kidney.

Another thing Sai completely fails to do. His head is spinning, caught up in what do I do and what now. No good answers, no way to find answers, and it’s not as if Sai has ever made decisions for himself—

“Are you coming?” Sasuke asks, casting a half-glance back over his shoulder as he pauses in the doorway.

“What?” Sai asks, and he’s never before been caught quite this much off guard.

“Coming,” Sasuke repeats, audibly annoyed but still waiting. “I’m forming a team. You’re my soulmate. You’re coming with me.” A pause, and Sasuke’s fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword. He looks away again, out into the hall, and Sai is acutely aware of Orochimaru still and silent across the room. “My brother can’t find you. You either come with me or Orochimaru will keep you here.”

Something cold slides through Sai’s chest. Uchiha Itachi is a man even Danzō fears, and it’s easy enough to recall the files, the way he tortured Sasuke both the night of the Massacre and the next time they met outside Konoha. Easy enough to imagine what a man who slaughtered his entire clan would do to the soulmate of the little brother he’s made a sport of taunting.

“You assume I’m staying with you,” Sai says instead, and the smile he wears feels no more or less fake than it always does. “Lord Danzō sent me to kill you.”

Sasuke’s snort is entirely unimpressed. “I’ve already given you three chances. If you haven’t noticed any of them, you’re a pretty terrible assassin.”

He is not, unfortunately, wrong.

Just for a moment, Sai thinks of Naruto, of Sakura, of Captain Yamato. He left them on the surface, abandoned them like Sasuke said, and now he’s considering abandoning Danzō and Root as well.

Of their own volition, his fingers rise to press against the still-tender mark on his forearm. Numbers, a date recorded down to the second, and that mark is one thing that has always marked Sai as Sai. Not even Danzō has found a way to erase them from his operatives yet.

It’s a mark that Sasuke shares. Sai scans his soulmate, searching carefully, and—

There. Right along the curve of his shoulder where his robe falls away, the skin still faintly red, are the same numbers Sai long ago memorized. A match.

A pair.

Sai takes a step, and it feels a little as if the world is falling away beneath his feet.

(He follows Sasuke, catches the barest hint of something like a smile as Sasuke turns away, and the earth has never felt steadier.)

Just Chidlhood Poverty things: 

- Weekly trips to the pawn shop w your mom. 

- You’re home alone again. Dinner’s in the fridge, don’t touch the stove and don’t answer the door. 

- Leg muscles so thick you could kick someone to death by age 6 b/c of all the walking you do.

- McDonald’s isn’t a treat - it’s dinner. 

- You smell bad b/c you gotta wash your clothes with soap again and rn you’re raiding the hamper doing the “doesn’t stink, no noticeable stains” test till the 1st of the month.

- The soap/shampoo/perfume bottle that’s 99 percent water.

- Breakfast is margarine on a single slice of bread. Lunch is a Kraft Single on a single piece of bread. Dinner is either a dollar menu sandwich or another Kraft Single on a single slice of bread (with some processed meat if you’re lucky)

- Plastic bottles full of water in the (not working) fridge just in case you can’t pay the water bill in time that month.

- Blankets. 75 percent of your possessions consist of thick blankets.

- Your wardrobe includes shirts from schools and/or events you’ve never attended, companies your parents never worked for, or from family reunions who you obviously never attended b/c they don’t even share your name.

- There’s about a 50 percent chance of nothing happening if I turn on this light/water faucet/TV/space heater/etc.

- We bought you these shoes that are literally three sizes too big because we don’t know the next time we’ll be able to afford shoes. 

- Powdered milk. Powdered eggs. Canned fruit. Canned vegetables. 

- You have no sentimental attachment to anything material in this world because chances are you gonna lose it anyway when y’all get evicted.

- Forcing yourself to eat whatever terrible concoction you have to come up with because all y’all had in your pantry was bread, ketchup and a can of tuna and your parents can’t buy any more food until the 1st.

- The teacher’s yelling at you because you won’t pay attention but you can’t because you’re hungry….or because you didn’t get any sleep because you got evicted the night before.

- Feeling guilty when you ask for shit like light-up shoes, Barbies, or a bike because you know your parents can’t afford it but you also feel really upset because all the other kids have that stuff and you don’t.

- Hiding the Free Lunch form in your bag and waiting to turn it in so no one sees you doing it.

- You get to try a Fresh Fruit or Vegetable for once and your eyes light up and you scarf it down like someone gave you a whole cake.

- Trying really hard not to be jealous or upset at a friend who has parents that can buy them things like new toys or go on vacations or help them buy a car or pay their school fees. 

- You spend Christmas night crying yourself to sleep wondering what you did wrong that Santa decided you were bad and didn’t get any toys like all the other kids. 

- No Boy/Girl Scouts, no after-school activities, no learning to play instruments, no sports clubs, no summer camps because all that shit that’s a supposed “hallmark of childhood” costs money your family doesn’t have.

- Never ever ever ever ever ever letting any of your friends (if you have any) find out anything about your home life. 

- “Why are you doing (menial job making poverty wages) when you could be doing (literally the thing you always wanted to do but couldn’t because of money)?”

- “Can’t your parents help you out?”

- Cracking jokes about your poverty ridden childhood with people who were never Poor and they don’t laugh but just look at you with That Look ™ and you get super self conscious and never open up again.

- Getting angry when people compliment a skill of yours and claim you should be in college/in a professional job/making lots of money doing this thing you’re good at because I dunno, maybe I would have if poverty didn’t lock me out of the chance to actually get somewhere in life with this skill.

- Realizing that merely growing up in severe poverty as a child has literally fucked you up mentally for Life because it means you never really had a childhood and were forced to mature way too fast and not really being able to articulate that because most people Can’t Relate to that level of poverty.

- Wanting to die because you literally have been doing this barely surviving shit since you were a kid and you can’t possibly imagine doing this for another 50+ years.

Prompts

A/N: I found this on tumblr and I’ve seen a lot of other users use stuff like this, so I decided to give it a shot! They probably won’t be the same size as my other imagines but, I’ll try and make them just as good! Send in a player and a number please!


1. “Come over here and make me.”
2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”
3. “Please, don’t leave.”
4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
5. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
7. “I almost lost you.”
8. “Wanna bet?”
9. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
10. “Teach me how to play?”
11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
12. “I think we need to talk.”
13. “Kiss me.”
14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
15. “So, I found this waterfall…”
16. “It could be worse.”
17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”
20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
21. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
23. “Just once.”
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
26. “I got you a present.”
27. “I’m pregnant.”
28. “Marry me?”
29. “I thought you were dead.”
30. “It’s not what it looks like…”
31. “You lied to me.”
32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
33. “Please don’t do this.”
34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
36. “I wish I could hate you.”
37. “Wanna dance?”
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
39. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
40. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
41. “You did all of this for me?”
42. “I swear it was an accident.”
43. “YOU DID WHAT?!”
44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
45. “Tell me a secret.”
46. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
47. “No one needs to know.”
48. “Boo.”
49. “Well this is awkward…”
50. Writer’s preference

   51) “Seriously, now you want to talk?”

   52) “I- I don’t know what to say to that.”

   53) “Well, this motel room is too cold.”

   54) “The water pressure is horrible, see?”

   55) “I don’t understand you.”

   56) “Put my hand where?”

   57) “Hey, I’m going to- oh..”

   58) “Whoa! Buy me dinner first.”

   59) “Watch your hands.”

   60) “100 friggin dollars for a Christmas tree?”

   61) “We need more water balloons.”

   62) “We don’t have enough.”

   63) “You’re reading what?”

   64) “What the Hell is that?”

   65) “It’s so big!”

   66) “Truth or dare?”

   67) “What kind of game is this?”

   68) “No, I’m not a friggin virgin!”

   69) “Do I look like his brother?”

 70) “No, actually we’re married.”

   71) “Make out with me.”

   72) “Did you really like it? Like honestly?”

   73) “Ow!! That’s not my arm!!”

   74) “Get you hand off of my……”

   75) “You ate them? I was saving them!”

   76) “Did you bring it?”

   77) “Are you sure? We don’t have to.”

   78) “In the car??”

   79) “A dog?”

   80) “Owwww!!!!”

   81) “Put your hand around my hip.”

   82) “Don’t be shy.”

  83) “Yes, a date.”

   84) “I’m pregnant.”

   85) “Marry me?”

   86) “Cancer?”

   87) “My ass?”

   88) “Seriously, let’s play a game of (spin the bottle, truth . or dare, twister, or whatever game you want.. you pick)”

   89) “Just take it off.”

   90) “Just wrap it around my waist.”

   91) “That’s my (body part)”

   92) “A pink what?”

   93) “How many times have you seen me naked? And now . you’re shy?”

94.      “If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.”

95.      “I need you to forgive me.”

96.      “I love you for you, don’t you dare think otherwise!”

97.      “Come on, let’s throw the dice, see what happens.”

98.      “Is… is that even possible? Like, can we do this?”

99.      “I just need you to do this one thing for me.”

100.      “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”

101.      “Stop! Please, don’t! Take me instead!”

102.      “You should know that the side effects, well, they’re pretty intense.”

103.  “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

104.  “What were you thinking?? Were you trying to get me killed?”

105.  “Let’s face it- we’re cursed.”

106.  “How about we put the gun down and let’s talk about this?”

107.  “Why is it we’re always the unlucky ones?”

108.  “You can’t leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things.”

109.  “Just pick a damn name, okay?”

110.  “I don’t care what she said, it doesn’t mean jack squat.”

111.  “This relationship used to be all about communication! What ever happened to that?”

112.  “You walked away. Not me.”

113.  “So because he said you should, you thought it would be okay to follow through with it?”

114.  “Don’t force my hand, you won’t like what happens.”

115.  “We’ll finish it the same way we started it…together.”

116.  “If you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. You’ll be one of them and that means I’ll treat you like one of them.”

117.  “Game’s over you son of a bitch! Tell me where (s)he is!”

118.   “Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!”

119.   “Now you said you’d be here. Where are you?”

120.   “We were supposed to be family.”

121.   “How dare you.”

122.   “You have no idea what I’ve done for you.”

123.   “You need to leave. Right now.”

124.   “Stop taking pictures! I’m fucking stuck. Be useful and help me!!”

125.   “Delete that immediately.”

126.   “But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?”

127.   “Stop eating all these burritos. I’ll have to pay the consequences later on tonight!”

128.   “It was him! He stepped on my foot.”

129.   “Sorry, I thought I was alone..”

130.   “Shopping? Do I have to go?”

131.   “Is it supposed to look like that? Are you sure?”

132.   “I swear it was like that when I found it!”

133.   “Crocs? Who hurt you so much in this life?”

134.   “Separate them right now or so help me God, I will kill you!”

135.   “So there was an accident..”

136.   “Give me 5 bucks, I’ll explain later.”

137.   “Twins? We’re…we’re having twins?!”

138.   “BOOM! That oughta how you not to mess with me!”

139.   “Blood. Blood everywhere.”

140.   “IT’S NOT COMING OFF!”

141.   “Asking for a friend.. Do you know how to get a foot out of the toilet?”

142.   “She was crying, right there in the middle of the grocery store.”

143.   “It spilled everywhere. And guess who had to clean it up. That’s right. ME!”

144.   “What do you mean you’re sold out?”

145.   “I’m addicted and I admit that I need help.”

146.   “So? It’s not your problem so butt out.”

147.   “My mom thinks you like me. Tell her she’s wrong.”

148.   “I’m laughing because you’re angry. I swear I didn’t do it!”

149.   “I want to come home.”

150.   “This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”

151.   “I left everything for this, I left it all…for you!”

152.   “Please don’t leave me.”

153.   “You didn’t tell me it was karaoke night..”

Disclaimer: I did not make any of these someone else did

Rhodey rolls into the kitchen to see Tony pouring a bottle of scotch down the sink.

“What’re you doing, man?” He asks, faking casualness as best he can, but his hands are gripping the wheels so tight it makes his knuckles hurt.

Tony shakes his head. “I can’t go back down this road, Rhodey. I’m not doing this.”

Tony’s been in and out of the bottle for…for as long as Rhodey’s known him, really. Periods of sobriety, each one as sincerely meant and well intentioned as the last, punctured by the pulling urge genetics and nurturing and poor coping that Tony’s been lead to.

He was out after Afghanistan, decidedly out, and one night Rhodey takes a second to set everything else aside and thinks about drying out in a cave surrounded by terrorists, knowing any wrong move will kill you. He was back in, then, knowing he was dying, his own invention, his own body, poisoning him. And then clean, for Pepper. Then New York.

Tony’s life is made of highs and lows, ups and downs so painful more normal people can’t stand to watch. Or they do watch, they spectate like it’s a sport, a public event.

The point being that, after New York, Tony really didn’t get another high. His vices morphed slightly, he worked more than he drank, but that’s a statement of how much he worked, not how little he drank. Not even for Pepper could he quit again, not when his world had so effectively been pulled out from under him.

And then Ultron. Rhodey winces just thinking about it, because honestly, he sort of expected Ultron to push Tony over the edge, deeper into the bottle than Rhodey’s ever seen, and if Tony hadn’t asked–begged–Rhodey to take his place on the Avengers, then Rhodey wouldn’t have left Tony’s side.

Tony does drink. But he also finds a new outlet, this time not machines but politics. Accountability, righting wrongs, being the best he can be and working with the people. He dedicates his soul to that.

And after that…well. Another low. As if his godmother dying wouldn’t have been enough, but Tony loses most of his so-called friends, is betrayed again and again, under Ross’ boot some days so much he can barely breathe, and finds out his parents were actually murdered.

Tony built Rhodey legs, but Tony built JARVIS mostly drunk too. It’s not a statement of sobriety.

Tony sets down the now-empty bottle and grabs the next one, starting the pour. Rhodey watches the liquid spill with some sort of abject fascination.

“Gonna help me?” Tony asks.

“You think about what this is gonna be like?” Rhodey asks. “After?”

Tony turns to look at him, a wobbling smile that says he’s just glad Rhodey didn’t argue. That says he’s thought this through and disregarded it, for the most part.

“Figure if I can sweat it out in an Afghani cave, I can do it in our luxury compound,” Tony says. “I’ll keep working much as I can, distract myself through it. It’ll be fine. Nothing I…nothing I can’t handle.”

Tony, with his bad heart and his anxiety and his PTSD. Tony who should probably call a doctor or a rehab clinic or someone, but who will stubbornly insist on sweating it out on his own.

“Fuck that,” Rhodey says. “That the last bottle?”

“Three to go,” Tony says. “Place wasn’t that well stocked, thank God, I’ve almost…run it dry.”

“I’ll pour,” Rhodey says. “You, go change. Pajamas. Sweats. Whatever. Lose the jeans.”

“If you want me out of my clothes….” Rhodey doesn’t have to look up to know Tony’s waggling his eyebrows.

“Go.”

Rhodey pours while Tony’s gone, then gets the bottles out of the way, into the recycling bin so they can be taken out later. Out of sight, out of mind.

When Tony’s back, Rhodey’s already in what was once the common room, pulling off the numerous throw pillows and blankets, making a little nest on the couch. He has four bottles of water and a box of crackers to one side, the remote resting on the couch’s arm rest.

He transfers himself to the couch, then pushes his wheelchair so it’s just at the edge of reach but not blocking the view. Then he motions Tony into the nest with him, pulling blankets over them and re-positioning pillows.

“Is that my shirt?” Rhodey asks, touching the sleeve.

“You said whatever,” Tony defends.

Rhodey smiles. “Yeah I did. Star Trek?”

When Tony starts to shake, Rhodey’s there. When Tony feels like he’s going to die, Rhodey strokes his hair and whispers to him. When Tony thinks a drink is the only thing in the world worth waiting for, Rhodey makes him sip some water.

Tony’s never understood that, yes, this is his demon to fight, but since they were just stupid college kids, all James Rhodes has wanted to do is fight them alongside him. It’s what friends do, it’s what people who love each other do.

“Got'cha, Tony,” he keeps saying, and he means it, too. Right now, over the next few hours, the next few days. Every day Tony craves a drink and needs some support forevermore. Now, always, in everything. Rhodey’s got him.

Pro tips from a front desk lady:

● Don’t try to haggle with the front desk staff over your room rate. This isn’t an auction house.

● Not every hotel offers discounts (triple A, AARP). Don’t be offended if you’re told that they don’t offer discounts. They don’t HAVE to.

● If you’re traveling with a pet, tell the front desk staff. You’ll most likely be charged a pet fee… but that will be a smaller fee than possibly getting kicked out with no refund for sneaking your dog/cat in.

● When checking in/making a reservation, make sure you are VERY clear about your needs (smoking/non smoking, first floor, handicapped…etc). We don’t know what you need unless you tell us.

● DON’T SMOKE IN A NON SMOKING ROOM unless you have permission from the front desk. Some people are sensitive to smoke… and is a bitch to de-smoke a room that’s been smoked in.

● If you’re traveling with kids… WATCH THEM. The front desk is not your babysitter. Letting them run around the hotel unsupervised makes us and your neighbors not like you so much.

● If you’re traveling with a service dog, LET THE FRONT DESK KNOW RIGHT AWAY. We can’t ask you for proof, but don’t hide it. It’s shady looking. If it’s a legitimate service dog, you shouldn’t feel the need to hide it anyway.

● If you live in a state where pot is legal, check with the desk about their policies regarding you smoking on the property. If you DON’T live in a state where it’s legal, don’t do it. Most likely you’ll have the cops called and/or you’ll be evicted with no refund.

● If the hotel has a pool, pay attention to and follow their pool hours/policies. Don’t be that asshole that the overnight shift has to chase out of the pool area.

● If you get a room with just one bed, don’t try to fit five or six people into the room. The general rule is two people to a bed. Why? Fire code. Too many extra people in a room is a hazard.

● If you’re not in your room, please have clothes on. Even if you’re only running to the ice machine.

● Hitting on front desk staff isn’t cute. We might flirt back… but most establishments have a strict no fraternization policies. Don’t ask us to come to your room later and if you’re turned down… just go to your room. Don’t make it awkward.

● Most hotels will ask for identification. Don’t be rude about it. We’re just making sure you are who you say you are. Also trying to make sure your card isn’t being used by someone it shouldn’t.

● If you pay for a room with a credit card and it doesn’t have YOUR name on it, don’t be surprised if you’re asked where the card holder is. “They said I could use it ” isn’t a good answer. Credit card theft is a thing that happens.

● If the internet stops working while you’re staying at a hotel, don’t yell at the desk staff. It won’t fix anything and chances are, they either didn’t know about it or are trying to get it fixed as quickly as possible.

● Using a third party website to book your reservation is fine (expedia, priceline, Travelocity…etc), but make SURE that you print off your reservation confirmation AND that you call the hotel to make sure it was booked correctly. Those third parties are KNOWN for messing up the reservations and then blaming it on the hotel. If you book through one of these websites, the hotel has nothing to do with making your reservation. If the third party puts in your room wrong, IT’S THEIR FAULT.

● If you’re traveling through an area, check to see if there are special events happening that could affect the room rates. If there is a special event happening (sporting event, graduation…etc), just because you’re not in town for the event doesn’t mean that you don’t have to pay the same rate as everyone else.

● During some special event weekends, most hotels have a two night stay requirement. Typically this is for Friday and Saturday nights, but check with the hotel you’re staying at. You will probably be charged for both nights if you try to leave early. Don’t be surprised if you are.

● Most hotels have an (AT LEAST) one week cancellation policy before a special event weekend. This means (if it’s a one week cancellation policy) that you have until the FRIDAY BEFORE you’re due to arrive. Other hotels may have longer cancellation windows. Two weeks before arrival is a typical time for a cancellation policy. I’ve heard of other hotels requiring notice a month in advance to cancel without penalties.

● After checking into your hotel, GO CHECK YOUR ROOM. Go and make sure you were given the room you reserved and that it’s clean. Must hotels have a “refund window” that can be between fifteen minutes or thirty minutes. If you leave the property and don’t come back until hours later and complain to the desk that your room is dirty or wrong, don’t expect much sympathy. Or a refund. You’ll probably be moved to a new room. We have no way of knowing if YOU were the reason the room was trashed. All we know is that you checked in two hours ago… and now you’re complaining that the room is dirty.

● If for whatever reason you’re asked to leave the hotel, just go quietly. Nobody wants to deal with the police. If we do call them, they’ll probably MAKE you leave. Handcuffs will probably be involved.

● DON’T MOVE THE FURNITURE IN THE ROOM. This isn’t your house.

● Key cards are magnetic. Keep them away from your electronic devices if you want them to keep working.

● Not all hotels keep housekeeping staff 24/7. If you turn down housekeeping in the morning while they’re doing their rounds, don’t bring me your dirty sheets. I’ll probably give you fresh clean sheets and towels, but I’m not changing your sheets. I’m not a housekeeper.

● If there is a bell on the desk to ring if we’re not there, don’t ring it if we’re standing there. Don’t let your kids ring the bell. In fact… pretend the bell is invisible. We hate the bell.

● Most hotels will only hold your room reservation until a certain time (usually 6PM) without a valid credit or debit card on file to guarantee the room. If you don’t want to give your card info, you run the risk of not having a room.

● Not all hotels have a front desk that is open 24/7. Check with the hotel, and don’t be surprised if the lobby is closed if it isn’t a 24/7 place. Yes. The lobby is locked. Nobody is here to help you.

● Be nice to the front desk. We’re just trying to do our jobs.

This is just a general list of things I think people SHOULD know, but don’t. Every hotel is different.

Satisfied - Peter Parker

Requested by anonymous. Hamilton lyrics used, obviously.

“Okay,” Wanda said, walking you into her room in the compound. She had just given you a tour. Tony was trying to recruit you for technical analyzing for the Avengers. The tour should have sealed the deal for you, the compound was absolutely beautiful. “So, this is my room. If you do decide to join us I’m sure that Tony will get you one just like it.”

“Yeah. It’s amazing,” you said, glancing around the room.

“What’s wrong? I thought you’d be really excited about this. You’ve been acting weird since last night.”

“I don’t know,” you said, a slight smile growing on your face. 

“Ooh, yes you do. Tell me!” she said, pulling you to sit down on the bed with her. “What happened?”


Last night, Natasha had drug you out to the party that Tony was hosting. She had convinced you to wear a skirt with the graphic tee you were already sporting. You made your sister promise not to leave your side. However, the minute she spotted Clint, she ran away from you. 

“Nat, please wait.” She ignored you, so you were left alone at a party full of drunk people. You grabbed a drink and surveyed the room. No one else seemed to notice you. Since you weren’t officially working for the Avengers, they didn’t know you. You were never one to grab the spotlight. 

Natasha walked across the room, telling a joke that had everyone dazzled. Just as you were smiling at Natasha, something drew your attention from across the room. A group of people laughed at the boy in the center of the group. 

You felt a weird feeling in your chest, and a larger smile spread over your face. He looked over at you and smiled, too. He said something to the person next to him, most likely to excuse himself. He made his way over to you.

“Hi,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Hello.”

“My name is Peter.”

“Parker?” you asked with a smile.

“How’d you know?”

“I don’t know, I think I saw some webbing on the walls.” He scrunched up his eyebrows and laughed nervously. “My sister told me. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, are you Natasha’s sister? Y/N, right?” 

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you.”

“You, too,” he said with a genuine smile. “I hear Tony is trying to recruit you. Decided yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“Anything I can do to help with that?”

“You already are.”

“Well good. Without sounding too bold, you strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied.” You blushed slightly and shook your head.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself.” Peter laughed, looking down at his feet.

“You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.”

“Is that right?”

“I have never been satisfied.” Again, you blushed.

“Well you should change that. What do you want right now?”

“I want to dance with you.” You smiled and sat down your drink.

“Alright, let’s go.” Peter grinned, setting his cup down, too. Just as you waked out on the dance floor, a slow song started playing. Peter put his hands on your waist and pulled you close. “You’re more confident than Natasha said.”

“She talked about me?” he asked as you both started swaying. 

“She thought we should meet.”

“I’m glad she did. She seems like a good sister.” You smiled.

“I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind.”

You and Peter danced and talked until you were blue in the face. Eventually, he led you off the floor to a couch lining one of the outer walls. He grabbed you both a drink before sitting down next to you.

“Thanks.”

“Thanks for dancing with me.”

“Anytime.”

“I”ll hold you to that,” he said with a smirk. “I do hope you let Tony bring you along.””

“Because then we’d get to dance all the time?”

“Yes, among other things.” He sighed and casually placed a hand on your knee. “I hope to see you again.”

“Me too.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss your cheek before leaving.


“Oh my god, Y/N, you have to take the job. It’s destiny!” Wanda said. You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“I don’t know about that.”

“Y/N, you said it yourself, ‘I have never been the type to grab the spotlight, were were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night. Laughing at my sister as she’s dazzling the room, then you walked in and my heart went boom.’”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You practically did. Just take the job! At least just to spend more time with Nat and I.” You sighed.

“Fine.”

“Really? Yay!”she said, jumping up. “Go tell Tony right now.” She grabbed your hands and pulled you up. “Go.”

“Okay, okay,” you said as she kicked you out of her room. You started walking down the hallway, walking towards his lab. The door pushed open easily and you found Tony sitting at one of the work benches.

“Hey,” he said, looking up at you.

“Hey.”

“What’s up?”

“I’ve decided to become your technical analyst.” He smiled and stood up, hugging you tightly.

“That’s awesome. Can you start now?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

“Great, I have something for you to look at in here.” You nodded and walked with him towards the door. He explained to you the program he wanted you to look at, and then opened the door.

“Hi,” you said softy when your eyes found Peter.

“Hi.”

“You two know each other?” he asked, looking between you two smiling fools. “Whatever. Get to work. Make googly eyes later.” You laughed and sat down across from Peter.

“I’m glad you decided to join.”

“Me too.”

Mun ABC’s

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A - Age:  23
B - Biggest fear:  heights
C - Current time: 9.27pm
D - Drink you last had:  lucozade sport
E - Every day starts with: checking tumblr on mobile
F - Favourite song: none atm - whatever comes into my head
G - Ghosts are they real: yes.
I - In love with: rose quartz
K - Killed someone:  binch who’s asking
L - Last time you cried: last night
M - Middle name: rachel
N - Number of siblings:  none
O - One wish: to feel satisfied in life
P - Person you last called/texted:  work
Q - Questions you are always asked: do you ship shrasper?, what’s wrong with you?
R - Reasons to smile: my pets, my friends, steven universe
S - Song last sang: i remember you
T - Time you woke up: 10.30 am.
U - Underwear colour:  black lol
V - Vacation destination:  norway & canada
W - Worst habit:  procrastination
X - X-Rays you’ve had:  none
Y - Your favourite food:  pizza, fries
Z - Zodiac sign: leo

I Didn’t Mean To Hurt Her (Alan Ashby & Austin Carlile) (Of Mice and Men)

I switched it up so y/n is Austin’s sister and Alan is the fiancé.

Word Count: 1,155

Y/N

“Alan, do you really think I’d cheat on you? I love you Alan Ashby. I love you so much that I’m going to marry you and have a family with you. Who told you these lies about me?”

You were trying to calm down your angry fiancé Alan Ashby from your brother Austin’s band. He’d come back from tour accusing you of sleeping with your ex behind his back. Hell you didn’t even have contact with you ex anymore. Alan looked harmless but he could get worked up.

You grab his arm and he shrugs you off.

“Amber told me, you sent her messages telling her not to tell me. She cares about me unlike you y/n.”

Amber was Alan’s ex and also their merch girl, because Alan insisted she didn’t have feelings for him anymore but clearly she was still trying to break us up. No one in the band liked her, hell I didn’t even have her phone number.

“I don’t even have her number babe. I don’t speak to my ex anymore, but apparently you trust some jealous bitch over your fiancé and girlfriend of four years. Look me in the face Alan.”

You grab his arm again but regret it a few seconds later when you feel a sharp stinging sensation across your cheek.

“She’s a good person y/n.”

You clutch your cheek and feel tears form, Alan had never gotten violent before.

AUSTIN

Amber let it slip that she’d faked the messages and was trying to break my baby sister and Alan up. Alan was pretty mad when we dropped him off at the apartment he shared with my sister. I felt like something bad was going to happen so forced the bus to turn back around.

y/n gave me a spare key so I easily got into their apartment just as Alan slapped y/n quite hard. I was in shock but it was soon replaced with anger, no one laid a hand on my little sister and especially not her fiancé.

“Shit y/n I’m sorry.”

“Get away from me Alan.”

y/n backs away from Alan looking scared. I clear my throat.

“Get the hell away from my sister Ashby. I never expected you to hit a girl, especially my sister and your fiancé.”

Alan turns around and looks scared to see me.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her Austin, I get mad sometimes.”

It every ounce of self control I had to keep myself from hurting Alan, y/n wouldn’t forgive me. I point at the open front door.

“Get out of my sight Alan until you calm down and find a damn good way to apologise to my baby sister.”

Alan bows his head and quickly leaves the apartment. Once he was gone y/n breaks down. I run to her side and cuddle her as she buries her face into my chest, staining my shirt with her tears. y/n was my world and no one was ever going to be good enough for her, but Alan came along and changed my mind, well at least I thought he had.

“Amber told us she lied once Alan was off the bus. I made them turn around. No one lays a finger on my baby sis.”

y/n pulls back her eyes red and puffy as she sniffles.

“Thank you for coming Austin, I love you but I still love Alan.”

y/n saw the good in everyone including Alan, usually she was the only one able to calm him down but Amber had three months to poison his mind against her.

“I’ll beat his ginger ass in the studio sis, he’s not getting away that easily. I’m going to stay the night so you’re not alone. How about we watch some Disney?”

y/n’s face lights up at the mention of Disney, it was our common love.

ALAN

After a night to calm down and a scolding from my family and other band members I was ready to face the consequences of my actions. I really needed to work on my anger issues, but first I needed to win both Carlile’s back. Austin trusted me with his sister and I ruined it in an instant.

I open the apartment door and notice Austin sprawled on the sofa watching TV while y/n runs around the kitchen. She loves to cook and hates when anyone ruins her organised space. It was one of her many quirks that I fell in love with.

“Alan.”

y/n sounded surprised as her eyes locked with mine and I flinched upon seeing the bruise forming on her cheek I caused. The TV shut off and Austin stood up glaring at me, the only reason he hadn’t hit me is because y/n didn’t believe in violence.

“You better have a pretty damn good apology Ashby, you hurt the person I trusted to keep safe.”

Austin could be intimidating as hell despite his cuddly personality. I shuffle on the sport more nervous.

“You trusted me to protect and love y/n Austin and I betrayed that trust last night. I never thought I’d have to protect her from myself. I love your sister to the point that I don’t know what I’d do without her by my side, I will do everything in my power to win back your trust and friendship.”

Before Austin could reply I turn towards my beautiful y/n.

“I can’t ask you to forgive me because what I did was wrong on so many levels. I know I get angry and I’m going to get professional help. I want you to love me without being scared around your future husband.”

y/n walks towards me cautiously and I half expect her to hit me back, but instead she wraps her arms around my waist and hugs me.

“I can’t stay mad at you Alan, yes you hurt me but I’m going to help you and we’ll work through this as a couple.”

“I don’t deserve your love y/n, how do you see the good in everyone?”

She pulls back and smiles.

“Everyone has down days babe but then you have several good days. I guess I’m more chill than my older brother.”

Austin clears his throat and I untangle myself from y/n. For a second I forgot he was here. He comes towards me before pulling me into a bone crushing hug. The Carlile’s were a hugging family.

“You every hurt my sister again Ashby and they’ll be hell to pay, you can kiss your ginger locks goodbye. If y/n can forgive you then I guess I can to.”

My hands instinctively reach for my hair which I loved a lot. y/n laughs before joining the hug.

“This is how it should be, my two favourite boys getting along.”

I was happy we’d made up and I was going to get help before the wedding, I didn’t want to enter married life with the threat of hurting y/n again.

How to set up an Altar

Find a place that you can clear for this purpose; it can be multi-use or just for your altar.

Collect rocks, shells, ribbons, candles, etc. (Anything that you value to decorate the desk with. They can be purposeful like herbs and gems)

Focus your energy on this place. You can do this through meditation or even simply through staring and admiring. Depending on you and your witchy self, you may have your own way of placing your energy.

If you are not satisfied with your altar’s appearance, hit down ideas and scribble up some designs to help yourself remember to buy/gather improvements like drapes, (if it’s in front of a window) cloth, gems, rocks, incense, tablecloth, etc.

Not all altars have to be “pretty” it’s about you and should fit your way of living. If you are minimalist, maybe your altar only sports a candle and your Grimoire. That is A-OKAY.
Maybe you like clutter and cover it in amethyst and books and sticks that is JUST AS FINE.

SHORT VERSION: make a space that you really enjoy looking at and being in. This doesn’t have to be done over night. It can take place over time with gradual improvements like most things do. I myself am constantly searching out shiny rocks and the perfect tarot deck to display. (One separate from the deck used in divination)

Nothing is a wrong move. If you like a set of dice and they help you in some way, put them in there! If you have a test from primary school that fills you with happiness, post it on the wall of your altar area. If you have a plush doll that calms you, let them be included then! Nothing is a wrong addition to your altar so long as it suits you and your needs

Emergency

There were two requests about Roman Reigns’ hernia, so I meshed them together. I hope you two who requested the imagine enjoy! Xo


Requests:

– Can you do an imagine where you’re dating /married to roman and you get the call that he needs emergency surgery for his hernia? Please and thank you xoox 

– You and roman getting into a fight about his possible hernia and then him being all romantic and apologetic when he has the surgery


Leati’s next show is here in Barclays Center, so we took the opportunity to have a nice little dinner date, along with a drink or two before we get back to our regular routine tomorrow morning. He leads me into our hotel room with the brightest smile on his face. I see it everyday, but each time I’m blessed with it, I fall just a little bit deeper in love with this gorgeous, crazy husband of mine.
I kick off my heels and throw my bag onto the floor beside them, then tug at Leati’s shirt so he’s forced to press his big body against mine.

“I had an amazing time tonight.” I press a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Thank you.”
“You are absolutely welcome,” he says, leaning down to take my lips between his teeth. Then he walks forward, slowly making me step backwards until the back of my knees hit the mattress. “I wasn’t in the mood for dessert earlier… but I am now.”
“Oh.” My eyebrows rise in amusement. “What do you want then?” I begin to unbutton his shirt. Despite the muted lighting, his golden skin glistens, just begging for me to kiss every inch of him.
“My favorite,” he breathes, nipping at my bottom lip again. “You.”

The hem of my dress is trussed up and over my head in a flash. And before I know it, my back hits the mattress. The cool sheets instantly make my back bow off the bed. Leati straddles my hips, his long and strong fingers float up my torso, my ribcage, up my arms, until he binds my wrists with his hands. I’m completely at his mercy.

“Your clothes are still on. That’s hardly fair.”I pout.
He releases me briefly, shrugging off his shirt fully. I take the opportunity to watch him move, kicking off his shoes and socks and finally slipping off his jeans. All of his clothes are on the floor beside my dress without a care. Then he crawls over me again, his left hand binding my wrists. “Any other complaints?”
His warm breath against my neck stirs the pool between my thighs. My hips writhe beneath him on their own accord. “Not a one, baby.”
“Getting antsy?”
“Like you aren’t?” I giggle, directing my eyes to the unmistakable bulge in his Calvin Klein boxers.

Straight lust flashes through Leati’s eyes, and then his lips are on mine. His tongue skims my parted lips and I welcome him with the rise my head off the bed, making the kiss deeper, stronger. He responds immediately, ravaging me. His free hand slides down my neck, stopping when he reaches the tops of my breasts. With one swift move, my nipples meet the cold air, hardening even further. I moan into his mouth, tugging my hands free from his hold. I’m growing beyond antsy now.
I free his hair from his bun and watch as the inky strands fall forward around his face. I giggle when the tips fall onto my breasts, tickling the sensitive flesh. Leati shakes his head, promoting his hair to tickle me further and I’m squirming, trapped under his thighs, in a fit of giggles.

I slap his thigh three times. “I tapped out!” I squeal.
Leati leans forward, taking my mouth one more time until I’m breathless. “I just wanted to hear your laugh. Now do with me as you please.”
He places my arms over his shoulders. Once he’s made sure I’m holding on tight, he flips us over so I’m splayed over him like a blanket. Skin on skin never felt so good. The only barrier is my bra and our underwear, but that will quickly no longer be an issue. I place my hands on his abdomen and fix myself to straddle him. He immediately winces, his hips buckling underneath me. This is not the first time this has happened.

“Incredible,” I huff, scolding him. “I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you have not gone to the doctor.”
“Baby–”
“Leati, dammit!” I crawl right off of him and the bed, not caring about the fact that my hand was still on his stomach. If he doesn’t care, why the hell should I? “What the hell is wrong with you?”
He leans back on his elbows. “You are ruining a very good moment. And a very promising end to the night.”
“You,” I place my finger directly to his stomach, not at all missing his wince when I press into his skin, “are ruining a very good body. And a very promising career.”
“It’s a possible hernia.” He shrugs.
“That can possibly mess everything up for you. Does WWE know about this at all?” The smirk he was sporting flees his lips. The panic is setting in. Fucking good! “What are you going to do if it really is a hernia? What happens when the possible hernia becomes a real hernia during a match, huh?”
“Then I will tap out and have my limp body carried out on a gurney.” His lips form a small smile, as if there was nothing at all wrong with the foolery that just slipped from them.

I am absolutely speechless. I throw my hands up in surrender and stomp off to the mini wardrobe across the room.

“Where are you going? Come back!”
“I’m changing,” I growl through gritted teeth. That man is impossible. I free myself of my bra, quickly shrug on one of the impossible man’s famous t-shirts, and strut off to the bathroom without looking back.
“Are you serious? What am I going to do with this then?”
I peek over at him, finding him adjusting his groin in his boxers. I want him, as always, but my anger is definitely beating my need for his body right now. “That box of tissues still by the bed?”
Confusion crosses his beautiful face. He looks to the box and nods. “Why?”
I smile sweetly. “Good.” I grab my bottle of lotion from beside the sink and head back to the room. I toss the bottle at him. It lands directly between his sore spot and his groin, causing his legs to jerk off the bed momentarily. “Do with that as you please.”

As mad at him as I may be, I’m watching his match. I’m sitting backstage with a few of the divas gathered around me. I guess the girls are picking up on my mood because they’re barely talking to me, but I’m not making a big fuss about it. I’ve come to love some of the girls, but my mind is focused on Leati.

“Baby.”
Speak of the devil. I turn my head towards the door. He is fully suited and booted in his ring gear, delicious as ever. “Yes, Leati?”
“Can you come here for a second?” He gives me his best puppy dog eyes, so of course I stroll over to him. “Are you still mad at me?”
“Does this still hurt?” I poke his tummy, softly. Even with his thick vest and my gentle touch, his eye twitches. I roll my eyes. “Looks like a yes from the both us.”
“I promise that after this match I will go to medical. All right?”
“Mhmm.”
“Now give me my good luck kiss.” He puckers his lips. “Come on!”
I let out a long, long sigh, pushing up to my tiptoes. My lips meet his and my eyes shut closed. Fireworks shoot through me at the contact, waking my want for him again. No way. Not gonna happen. I pull away from his lips, hesitantly. “Good luck, baby.”
“Thank you.” He presses a chaste kiss to my lips once more and then he’s gone.

I join the divas again, waiting for Roman Reigns’ theme song to pour through the speakers.

“Everything alright?” Trinity probes.
“We’re good.” I smile on a small shrug. “He’s just a massive pain in the ass.”
“Undoubtedly. But don’t worry, he’s got this tonight.” She winks at me and now I’m wondering whether or not the winner of this match has already been decided. Leati never tells me, so it’s always a guessing game.

We turn our attention back to the TV once Roman Reigns starts making his way through the crowd. His fist meets with mostly the childrens’ little fists, while women and some men grope and pat at his back. I let out a small chuckle. He lands over the barricade and slides into the ring with his usual grace.
And damn, does he look delicious.
The next theme song hits and it’s one I recognize. Big Show. The giant takes his sweet time and I’m all but yawning. He finally steps foot into the ring and the bell rings.
A few minutes in, Roman Reigns is still doing his rag-doll bit and I’m waiting for him to make his comeback. But something about this match is making my stomach churn. Big Show keeps going for Roman’s gut, Roman grunting and bending over in pain with each blow. Big Show didn’t know about the possible hernia, at least I don’t think he did, but he must because he’s surely going for it like a mad man. I watch Roman fight with every ounce of pain in his face. He’s hurt. No, he’s now injured and still pushing through. Big Show goes for the gut again and I’m suddenly flying out of my seat.
I find myself pacing in front of medical, because this is where Leati will be once the match is done. Ten minutes later, no Leati. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I’m blindly reaching for it without a second thought.

“Hello?” I greet as Big Show appears through the curtain. A sigh of relief leaves my lungs. But the cautious look in his eyes does nothing but bring my stomach to churn again.
“Mrs. Anoa'i, this is your husband’s EMT.” The earth bottoms out beneath my feet. I’m pretty freaking sure about that. “Please do not worry. Mr. Anoa'i does have a hernia that needs emergency surgery, but he will be perfectly fine.”
Big Show steps forward, obviously coming to talk to me and I put my hand up to stop him. I don’t need coaxing. I need to get to my husband. “Where is he? Did you already leave to the hospital? Why didn’t anyone come find me–”
“Mrs. Anoa'i, we searched for you but could not find you.” Of course not, because I was waiting in front of medical. Damn it! “We are headed to Mt. Sinai. I will personally wait for you outside of the ER as per request of your husband.”

That’s all I need to hear before I hang up and make a run out of the building, leaving Big Show and several of the divas with wide eyes as I pass them. I immediately hail a cab, shout out Mt. Sinai emergency room, and sulk in the back seat.
He better be okay. He better fucking be okay. Stupid, stubborn man. This is exactly what I was afraid of. Stupid, stupid! I yell at him in my head.
I’m not sure how much later, I throw a fifty dollar bill on the passenger seat and run towards the man waiting for me, just like my husband requested. He quickly leads me to the private room Leati is being tended to in. I burst into the room and spot his big body in a hospital gown and the signature white blankets hospitals give covering what the gown won’t.

“This must be your wife.” The blonde doctor smiles at me. “I’m Dr. Keller.”
“Nice to meet you, Dr. Keller,” I huff out on a smile as genuine as I can manage. I’m winded, concerned, and upset. “Is he going in for surgery right now?” I talk like Leati isn’t in the room to keep my patience in check.
“Yes. Like I was just explaining to Mr. Anoa'i, the hernia has twisted around one of his testicles. That’s why he wasn’t able to push it back in.”
Wait. Hold up. “What do you mean push it back in?”
“This has been happening for a long while, baby. I just… pushed it back in.”
My neck snaps to my stupidly handsome husband’s face. “How long?” I grit out.
Leati’s chin falls to his chest. “Six months…”
“You pushed a hernia back into your body? For six months?” I slip into the chair beside his bed, fuming. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Injuries equal downtime. Even more with surgery. That equals disappearing from the main roster. That means no TV time, no money. I couldn’t do that to us.” He grabs my hand in his, making a point to fix my engagement ring and wedding band so they are perfectly snug at the base of my finger. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I thought that I was doing what was best for my family. For us.” He threads his fingers in between mine and pulls my ring to his mouth, pressing feather light kisses all over my bands and his own.
I pull our hands to my lips and repeat his feather light kisses. “I don’t care about TV time. I don’t care about money. I care about you, your body, and your health. You could be collecting bottles on the side of the road and I will still be by your side..” I pull his scruffy chin to look into his beautiful brown eyes. I’m kind of glad he removed his contacts before I got here. “Do you understand me?”
Leati kisses our bands again. “I promise after this I’m going to take extra careful care of my body.” He leans over, pressing a long kiss to my temple before he reaches my ear. “You could’ve had me last night. Do you know how long its going to be before we make love again?”
“Oh, Jesus christ!” I push him away from my ear and turn towards Dr. Keller, watching us with a small grin on his face. “He’s ready to go into surgery. Please, take him.” For his sake and my sanity.

“Yes, ma'am.” The kind doctor calls in his team to wheel away Leati.

“Good luck kiss?”
I cock my head to the left. Of course, my stubborn man wants a kiss right now. “Good luck kiss.” I carefully sit on the edge of his bed, not wanting to pull at any IV’s  or other wires attached to him. Ugh, this is a mess. I brace a hand behind his head and swoop in. His warm, soft lips coat mine, warming me from head to toe. Leati moves his hand up my spine to the nape of my neck. I make sure to take the kiss to the next level, juicy and leaving him wanting more. Then I pull away from him.
“You’d collect bottles with me?”
I burst into full blown hysterical laughter, promoting him to do the same. “Yes. I’d collect bottles with you, baby.”

Don’t Listen To What People Say.

I sat on the couch, Mats with his head laying on my lap while my fingers mindlessly ran throughout his lengthy hair he had begun to grow out. I liked it as I always found myself playing between his locks more than I brushed through my own.

But the softness of his hair and the angelic features he displayed as he was half-asleep in my lap wasn’t my focus. I had been scrolling through Instagram for at least the past fifteen minutes. It was terrible that I had stumbled upon all of these pictures, accounts and comments as they now had me sucked in like I was reading a good book.

Too bad the comments and pictures didn’t give me such a warm feeling as a Nicholas Sparks novel.

“Babe?”

Even near sleep, Mats responded with a barely audible “Hm?”

“Did you notice that I didn’t wear your jersey during the World Cup final?”

I looked from my phone for a moment to instead look down at him as he lazily dragged his hands against his droopy eyes, trying to wake himself up enough to carry on a decent conversation with me. “No. Why? Should I have noticed?”

“No. Just asking.” It seemed that what Mats didn’t notice, his fans did. I had posted a Throwback Thursday picture of the two of us after the World Cup final and my followers, which was mainly comprised of his fans, filled the comments. Some were pleasant but there were others that were…not so pleasant.

Many pointed out the fact I wasn’t wearing any sort of attire to show support for my boyfriend but instead wearing a regular shirt and jeans. I had thought nothing of it that day but now that it was being thrown in my face that I looked to be a terrible girlfriend who was unsupportive of her boyfriend, I couldn’t help but begin to rethink my decision even if it was nearly a year ago now.

I had expected things like this to happen when I got in a serious relationship with Mats. I knew how being in relationships with those in the spotlight worked so I tried my best to avoid any sort of outlets that would work to make me feel less than.

I kept my Twitter private and for the most part only accepted friends into viewing the page. I didn’t visit gossip blogs or pick up any papers that were designed strictly for tearing down those in the football world. I had even had my Instagram private until I got the guts to change that. I was somewhat beginning to regret it.

I had more questions to blurt out to Mats who was beginning to fall asleep again. “Are you sure you like my new haircut? Is it too short?” I began to finger the blunt bob cut I sported, my brunette locks now highlighted by a shimmery red tint I had gotten especially for the summer. It was a spur of the moment decision and Mats seemed to adore it when he saw it for the first time.

He adored it so much he ended up ruining it amidst a long night of sex.

But now with comments being made that people preferred me with my longer, curly traditional locks I was starting to question my haircut choice. Mats opened his eyes fully for the first time. “Okay. What is wrong with you? What did I do?”

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything. I just…I don’t know. I was just reading some things online and they made me think. That’s all.”

“Reading things like…?”

“Well on this Germany WAGs Instagram account, people voted me one of the least favorites. Anna got first.”

Mats broke into laughter. “A WAGs Instagram account? You’re serious? People actually dedicate those things to you all?”

“Yes! They don’t just care about you guys, you know.”

“Look. You’re smart and you’re beautiful and you’re perfect and everything else. Those people don’t really know you. Hell, just last week Robert was telling me how Anna burned the pie for dinner. You would never do that,” he joked.

“You’re right. I would have budgeted enough time to make a second one before you found out.”

“It’s because people don’t even know you. You’re away from the public eye and I like that. I prefer it that way.”

“You don’t want people to know me?”

“I just don’t want you to be spending your time reading unnecessary criticism like you’re doing now.” Mats raised his hand and slapped the phone playfully out of my hand and it fell between us. I began to reach down to grab for it but he grabbed my hand before I could. “Uh uh. Let it go. You’re not reading anymore of those things.”

“You can’t say you don’t read some of the comments about you sometimes.”

“I do but only the ones that call me sexy and are about how spectacular of an athlete I am,” he smirked.

I just rolled my eyes, removing my hand from his hair and the other from his grip as I playfully hit him. “Oh please. You’re so full of yourself.”

He turned his head, beginning to rub the little bit of my thigh that was exposed and not under his head before placing a kiss to the spot. “One of us has to be. Just don’t bother yourself with the comments anymore. I love you and I think you are the most amazing woman in the world. That’s really all that matters and soon enough, the world will realize that too.”

gif credit to dailydortmund

Advice for the Signs 2k16
  • Aries: Life is short and you want to make decisions right away but try to think before jumping into something risky. It'll save you from a lot of drama in your life!
  • Taurus: You're beautiful. Eat whatever you want, exercise or don't, just be healthy. Healthy doesn't have a size or a number.
  • Gemini: Worrying about everything doesn't change anything. Let life take its course because it has its rights. No one is up at night thinking about those embarrassing/awkward things you did, because they're too worried about themselves.
  • Cancer: Forgive those who said the wrong things to you. Sometimes people don't realize what they say when it comes out of their mouths. Anger is only punishment towards you, not them.
  • Leo: You're not always going to be right, and you're not always going to be the best at everything whether it be sports, beauty contests, etc. If you have the opportunity to put the positive attention on someone who deserves it, then do that, because you'll always be noble.
  • Virgo: Nothing is perfect, no one is perfect, not even yourself. So don't take criticism so harshly, it's not an insult, it's only advice on how to fine-tune your amazing talents and skills.
  • Libra: You can be bossy and push people to break without even realizing it. Be patient, and let everything take its course. Rushing things will only make matters worse. Cliche but true; slow and steady wins the race.
  • Scorpio: Not everything is so black and white in the real world. Try to find some gray areas.
  • Sagittarius: Start taking other people's emotions into more consideration. Life is already hard enough, so learn to be kinder and soften your words. Not everyone is as detached as you are.
  • Capricorn: You're always working so hard. Take a break for yourself and start having some you-time.
  • Aquarius: Showing your emotions and letting them out doesn't make you vulnerable or weak. In fact you may even connect with more people that way. People who understand how you truly feel deep down and those that can help you.
  • Pisces: You're always a busy person, but it's important to make time for people who matter. Try not to take forever to do things, life doesn't stop for you or anyone else. Do it now!

anonymous asked:

Can I request the gom kagami and hanamiya embarrassing themselves in front of their crushes? I mean they're beautiful creatures but they're all dorks deep down inside.

Generation of Miracles

Akashi Seijurou: Akashi had befriended you during gym class, finding that you were pretty decent at certain sports and making sure you ended up on his team each time. One night after a long study session he had, he appears in gym class and ignores the snicker of those around him, only noticing what’s wrong when you approach him and point out that his uniform was not only on backwards, but inside out as well.

Aomine Daiki: Around you Aomine tries to act more proper, wanting to set good impressions on you in case you do end up dating him. He couldn’t stop his love of his dirty magazines or Mai-chan, though, and continues to read them behind books that he thinks you’d like. When you’re chatting with him one day a kid walking by his desk accidentally pushes the book off, causing it to fall open to the page he was on, and a full nude picture to be displayed to you and the entire class.

Kise Ryouta: Kise wants to look cool in front of you, and when he sees that you’ve stepped into the same area, he’s prepared to introduce himself and flirt a bit. He takes a sip of water from the bottle but when you unexpectedly begin to walk towards him, he gets a little too hyped up and ends up having water go down the wrong hole, choking and looking rather unattractive with is red, teary eyes and purple face as you rush over to help him (probably one of his worst first impressions).

Kuroko Tetsuya: Kuroko chose to come to school whether he was sick or not, as he didn’t like to miss homework nor did he like days where you didn’t get to talk to each other. One winter he’s suffering from a  terrible cold and won’t stop sneezing, trying to hide his face behind his hands while he talks to you; he can’t stop the sneeze that comes, snot covering his face (and luckily not you) as you worriedly ask if he’s alright, with him pulling his hands away (forgetting the snot was there) and saying he was, which causes a snot bubble to form and pop.

Midorima Shintarou: Midorima freezes as he sees you walk in the room, wondering if he should pull something selfish (to be taken out of his 3 selfish wishes a day) or if he should practice as he always did, but doesn’t properly convey this to Takao, who ends up running directly into him. As he falls Takao grabs anything he can to stop his fall, which happens to be Midorima’s shorts. Midorima feels him grip his shorts but isn’t quick enough to stop them from falling as his froggy boxers are revealed to you and the entire Shutoku team.

Murasakibara Atsushi: Murasakibara had gained a crush on you through classes, where you sat next to him and had helped him on subjects that were a bit tougher on him. He can’t help but admire you, and as he comes to terms with his feelings, he finds himself watching you for longer periods of time. When he stands up one morning to go sharpen his pencil he ends up catching his foot on his own desk, falling forward and causing the room to shake with a loud thump as he belly-flopped the hard ground.

Others

Hanamiya Makoto: Hanamiya was the king of being smooth and suave, winking at you from the sidelines during practice when you had come to watch the team with a group of friends. Seto, who hadn’t been focusing as he had hardly gotten enough sleep the night before, lazily passes the ball without thinking, and Hanamiya doesn’t have the time to adjust to the ball’s path change; he feels the pain in his nose instantly before it all goes numb, Seto shivering as he knows his very life may be in danger.

Kagami Taiga: Kagami had been talking to you for days and was happy with the development of your relationship, feeling as though being friends with you at first could lead into something, and even if it didn’t, he felt good being around you. During lunch one day he’s eating when you tell him a joke, one that he finds incredibly funny; his laughter stops only once he realizes a piece of food flies onto your face and seriously considers never eating again.

What’s Wrong

Supernatural fic

pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader

Warnings: LET IT BE KNOWN I WROTE THIS YEARS AGO AND IT SUCKS JUST SO YOU KNOW

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  You lay on the couch, on your stomach. Your face stuck in a pillow, and a fluffy (not to mention your favorite) pillow pressed between your bloated abdomen and the rough couch cushions. Every now and then a painful jolt would disturb you, so you would grunt and move around until you were comfortable once more.
   Sam and Dean were sitting nearby at a small table doing research, occasionally glancing your way worriedly. Just past them, there were two dopery looking motel beds. Castiel was off doing… whatever Cas does.
   The four of you had gotten back late last night from a hunt. All of you were extremely tired, and thankfully only sporting a few minor cuts and bruises. You had woken up this morning to a pleasant surprise and serious pain in your lower regions. Needless to say, you were in no mood to help the brothers at the moment.    
   You grunted again, squirming around some more until you let out a sigh, relaxing into the couch cushions.
   “Okay, what’s wrong?” Sam asked. Part of him was worried about you, the other was frustrated you were distracting him.
   You see, the only reason you were still in this crummy motel, was because Sam thought he found a lead for a case not too far away, and wanted to double check before you headed off.    
   He sighed running his fingers through his hair, both brothers now glancing your way.
   "I’m fine,” you mumbled into the fluffy, rectangular existence that is a pillow.
   “Oh, really?” Dean scoffed. He took a swig from the bottle before adding, “Because you’ve been acting like a but-hurt five-year-old all day.” He paused. “You didn’t get hurt last night, right?”
   “I said I’m fine, Dean.”
   “Alright, Princess, if you say so.”
   You flipped him off and he chuckles lightly as everyone returns to their previous routines.
   After about 40 minutes, maybe a bit longer, you felt and extremely painful jolt run through your already-aching body. Maybe you reacted a bit loudly,l but hey, what woman wouldn’t no matter if she’s a hunter.
   Sam smacked his forehead and tried to be patient, while Dean let out an exasperated sigh.    
   “Okay, (y/n), what is it?” Sam asked softly.    
   “Nothing,” you groaned over-dramatically.
   Sam sighed and you heard Dean take another swig of his beer as they went back to their research. Sam was just starting to get back into the groove of his current news article, which, if he was lucky, would be his last one. His shoulders began to slump in a relaxed position as his eyes began to scan the-
   “Hey, Sammy?”
   “Only Dean can call me that,” he grumbles.
   “Don’t care,” came your matter-of-fact reply as Dean chuckled softly.
   Sam opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, clenching his jaw. “What?”
   “C’mere,” you say, finally lifting your head up to look at him.
   “(y/n), I’m researching right now, and-”
   “Then bring your laptop over here,” you interrupted.
   He sighed in defeat and picked up his laptop. He sat against the couch in front of where you lay. You curled closer to the giant man’s head, still laying down, and began to french braid his hair.
   “Hey Sam?”
   “Hm?”
   “How tall are you?”    
   Silence.
   “Hello?”
   Silence.
   You sighed, turning towards the older brother. “Dean how tall is your brother?” you ask.    
   “I don’t know, only like an inch or two taller than me, so I’d say 6’4-ish,” He said. He sounded annoyed.    
   You thought for a moment before giggling to yourself and speaking aloud. “You know the average Sam Winchester is 6’4 and the average moose is 6’5?”
   “I’m not a moose!” Sam exclaimed as Dean choked.
   “Oh! And they both have glorious hair. Sam’s is better though,” you added.
   Sam stood up and rolled his eyes as you finished tying off his oh-so-pretty braid. Dean took a glance at him before he practically doubled over onto the floor from laughing too hard.
   “Haha, very funny, Dean,” Sam mumbled sarcastically, sitting back down in his chair.
   The two settled back into their research yet again, and you continued your squirming. Boredom, however, engulfed you once again, and you were feeling a bit lonely.
   “Dean,” you called.
   “I’m busy right now, what do you need?” he asked.
   “Fine then.”
   Sam shot him a look and Dean sighed. “Whadd’ya need, babe?”    
   You ignored him and breathed into your pillow softly. You were just getting comfortable when you felt another cramp, letting out an exasperated sigh you buried your head farther into the pillow.
   “C’mon, Princess, what is it?” Dean asked, voice a bit gruff.
   “You propped your head up and looked up at him, dead in the eyes. You actually didn’t know why you called him, but he was your boyfriend, and Sam looked about ready to smash a brick wall to pieces with his teeth.    
   “What? I can’t ask for a little attention from my sexy boyfriend?” It was a fatal attempt at getting him to make his way over to you, and you knew this. Although this seemed to catch his attention as he smirked smugly at you. “C’mere.”
   He squatted down in front of you. You smiled briefly, then grabbed his shirt him in for a kiss. After a few moments, he pulled you closer, deepening it.
   “Get a room you two.”
   “We’re in a room, Sammy, you’re just in it,” Dean said, looking over at his brother.
   Dean started to get back up, but you pulled him back down and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Ok,” you stated as you snuggled back into the pillows. He chuckled and headed back over to his seat; and although he would never admit it out loud, Dean Winchester, the cocky, badass hunter, thought you were the cutest thing that ever graced this Earth. Sometimes. Maybe. Just a little.
   Dean began to focus on his research once again.
   “Dean, will you come cuddle with me?” you ask.
   “No, I’m busy.”
   “Tch, I bet Cas would cuddle me if I asked him.    
   Dean was about to open his mouth to say something as a ‘there’s-no-way-in-hell-i’ll-let-that-happen’ look graced his visage.
    “What?” a deep, scruffy voice came from across the room as three of you jumped.    
   “Damn it, Cas!”    
   “I am sorry, Dean,” came the angel’s reply. He then scanned the room. “Someone called?”
   “Oh,” you pipe in. “I was just saying how much nicer you are than fuckface over here.” You wink at DEan, but he just scowls.
   Castiel tilts his head as Dean denies your accusation.
   You roll your eyes and look over to your boyfriend. “Can I have a hug?”
   “Oh, hell no.”
   “Cas, can I have a hug please? Dean’s hurting my feelings.”
   “Of course,” Castiel said, and walked over to you. You sat up and he sat next to you. The two of you were enveloped in the most awkward hug. Though when the two of you should have pulled away, you didn’t. You both were too relaxed and comfortable to move now.
   “Cas, I think that’s enough for now,” Dean said.
   “But why? I find this quite comforting,” Castiel stated matter-of-factly as he pulled you closer.
   You grinned mischievously over at Dean. He looked about ready to rip Castiel to peices and feed him to just about everything that was out to get him.
   “Hey, Cas, if I give you money, will you go get me ice cream?” you ask.
   He released his hold on you and nodded as you handed him various bills. He was gone as soon as he appeared.
   “Now will you cuddle with me?” you asked Dean. You don’t think you’ve seen him rush toward you so quickly. You chuckled and made room for him on the small couch. He pulled you flush against his chest.
   Neither of you noticed Sam shake his head, smiling at the two of you. Instead you were looking into the eyes of the man not even two inches from your face, and you swore they were the most breathtaking thing you had ever seen. The most beautiful green to ever green. You smiled lazily and snuggled closer into his arms.
   You felt another uncomfortable cramp form in your abdomen and pressed your hand on it. You opened your mouth to speak, but were interrupted by a loud thump. You looked over Dean’s shoulder at a fumbling Cas who was looking at a fallen ice cream tub.
 You giggled softly, pressing your mouth against the hunter’s shoulder to quiet it. Cas was holding at least  four grocery bags overflowing with different ice cream, and he had a few more tubs in his arms.
   “He looked up at you seriously. “There were so many different ice cream flavors. I didn’t know what to get so I got all of them,” he stated.
  You couldn’t take it anymore, you slumped into Dean, laughing. “So who wants ice cream??”

Sam had put away his laptop and the four of you were situated in front of the television, eating ice cream. You were sitting between Dean’s legs snuggled up to his chest, Cas sat on the other side of the couch, and Sam sat on the floor leaning against the couch.
   Another painful cramp wedged it’s way to the surface and you grumbled.
   “(Y/N), is everything alright?” Castiel asked, squinting his eyes.
   “My womb is stripping itself of it’s lining with blades and guns and fire and death, and you’re asking me if I’m okAY????”
   “(Y/N) I assure you nothing like that is going on in your womb.”
   “Oh my fucking- Cas- I swear…” you mumbled, setting your ice cream down and once again leaning back into Dean. You eventually drifted to sleep surrounded by a squinting angel, a moose, and a squirrel.