your gloves

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Oh, yes! Long hair or you know an Undercut™ that the longer part is long enough to get into a manbun. Wearing all black. Probably some well worn Dr. Martens. Scruff. Everybody telling you to stay away from him "He's probably a criminal" A smirk permanently plastered on his face. He probably has a Camaro, besides his Harley (obvs) and you've fucked both on the bike and in the car. He probably has a collection of your panties in the glove compartment.

don’t forget the tattoos 

Moaning Monday™

Fellow Aussie - Digger Harkness

Requested by @aryn-the-wolfheart

You walked into the room, pulling on your gloves. Harley popped her gum as you walked in and smiled at you. You winked at her as you walked in, and stood at Floyd’s side. He nodded down at you and you bumped his shoulder.

“Hey,” he said, sounding as grumpy as he looked.

“What’s up?” you asked, tying your hair up in a ponytail. 

“New mission, old member,” he said. You raised an eyebrow as the door across the room opened and Amanda walked in with a person who looked vaguely familiar. He had a smug look on his face as they both walked in. 

“Welcome. I see we’re all here, so let’s get started,” Waller said, looking around the group who had surrounded her. 

“Most of you know Boomerang,” she said, motioning to the man on her left. “Y/N, Digger Harkness a.k.a. Captain Boomerang.” You held out your hand but he didn’t take it.

“Alright,” you said, smirking slightly. He looked at you strangely now, seemingly finding something interesting about you. 

“Sorry,” he said, holding out his hand. You got the same look on your face when you heard him speak.

“Y/N,” you said again.

“Digger,” he said with a toothy grin. “Where are you from?”

“Leongatha, Australia.” His smiled wider as he pulled his hand away from you.


“That’s like a town over!” you said excitedly. 

“I know! It’s so great to have a fellow Aussie with us!”

“Okay, if you two are done,” Waller said, shooting you both a look. You nodded and backed up a little bit, not refraining from smiling. She got to the briefing, telling you all about the mission you were being sent on. “So, this location just happens to be located in Australia,” she said carefully. 

“You’re kidding!” you shouted, too aggressively. Digger laughed gleefully on the other side of the room. Floyd gave you a dirty look, so you coughed your way out of the laugh. 

“I am not kidding. We take off in an hour, be ready.” She gave you all a weary look before walking back out of the door she came from. Everyone started to disperse, while you tried to casually make your way over to Digger. He rushed over to your side just as fast.

“I’m glad you are a part of our team,” he said.

“Me too.” You pulled out your copy of the briefing and started flipping through the pages. “So do you know if this place is near home?”

“I hope not.”

“Yeah, this seems like more of a city. I don’t think the rest of the crew could handle living the Australian country life,” you said. He laughed at your joke as he looked over your shoulder at the briefing.

“So when did you join?”

“A few months after I was in prison,” you said. “I tried to rob the Bank of Jumbunna.”

“You’re kidding!” he said, smacking your arm happily. “I robbed that bank before, too.”

“Right! I can’t believe I got caught doing it.”

“I know, but I’ve been caught there before, too. They’ve got wicked booby traps.”

“I know!” He laughed and rubbed his upper lip as he stopped.

“So, we should probably get ready for this thing, right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said. He nodded and followed you to your bag across the room. You started digging through it, grabbing your weapons and the rest of your gear. “What do you have?”

“What I’m wearing,” he said, motioning down to himself. “Oh, and this.” He pulled out a boomerang from his pocket, and suddenly his nickname made sense.

“Captain Boomerang,” you said, nodding appreciatively as you took it from his hand.

“Be careful, Y/N, that ain’t the only thing that’s curved,” Floyd shouted from across the room.

“Eh, fuck off!” Digger shouted back, flipping him off. You laughed as he turned back to face you. 

“Don’t worry about Floyd.”

“I’m not,” he said, frowning a little. 

“Good. So, I should go finish getting dressed. I’ll see you later,” you said, grabbing your bag. He nodded as you walked over to the bathroom. A second you came back, with a better ponytail, and your black pants and purple jacket on. 

“Nice jacket,” Digger said, walking back to your side. 

“Thanks. It seems that we’re the only two who know how to dress,” you said, tugging on the collars of his blue jacket. He smiled happily and looked down at your hands. “It’ll be nice to have someone to talk to, and not have to explain my slang to them.”

“Oh god, I know,” he said, smacking his forehead. You giggled again as everyone started to make their way towards the plane. 

“Wanna sit together?” you asked. He held out his hand and you did a weird high five mixed with a handshake.

“Oh, absolutely,” he said with a smile, his accent becoming thicker as he spoke. 

“See you there, mate,” you said, slinging your bag back over your shoulder. He followed close behind you as you ascended the steps of the plane. The two of you sat together in front of Harley and Floyd.

“Are you two gonna make out the whole time?” she asked, smacking her gum as she spoke. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“No, only if you two are.” You looked over at Floyd who blew air out of his nose.

“We’ll see,” he said, snuggling into his pillow. You snorted as you sat back down next to Digger. 

“Wanna share?” he asked, handing you his headphone. You nodded and popped it into your ear, becoming happily surprised to find your favorite band playing.

“This is my favorite band!” you said excitedly.

“Mine too!” You both laughed and high fived again once more before relaxing into your seats for a long plane ride back home. 


You were in the lab getting your stuff ready for a mission when the door opens. Bucky and Sam both file in quietly, grabbing a bag of weapons from the closet and suiting up. “You guys ready for this?” You ask, slipping on your fingerless gloves and tying your hair into a braid. “It’s gonna be a long one.”

“I was born ready.” Sam reply’s, grinning over his shoulder at you.

“Well I was born before you, so I guess you could say I’ve been ready longer,” Bucky smirks, turning around to face you just as Sam punched him hard in the shoulder.

“Man! Why do you have to make everything a competition!” Sam yells back and you turn around, walking out of the lab.

“Idiots.” You mutter under your breath and continue walking down the hall, their incessant arguing becoming quieter the further you move away from the lab. This was definitely going to be a long mission. 

“To Feel More Intelligent”

In which Eve attempts to help make his brother “smarter”

… What do you mean this isn’t how it happened?

Alternate Titles for Every "Dear Evan Hansen" Song
  • Anybody Have a Map?: Kids These Days With Their Anxieties and Marijuanas
  • Waving Through a Window: In a Metaphorical Way, Not a Creepy Way
  • For Forever: Just Pick a Murphy Sibling to Have a Crush On and Stick to It, Evan
  • Sincerely, Me: Connor Murphy's Ghost is Real and He Tried to Suck My Dick
  • Requiem: Well Yeah You're Dead But You Were Also Kind of a Piece of Shit So RIP, I Guess
  • If I Could Tell Her: NOW IS NOT THE TIME, EVAN
  • Disappear: The Spiritual Manifestation of Evan's Falsehoods Guilt-Trips Him to Continue Lying
  • You Will Be Found: I'm Not Crying You're Crying
  • Sincerely, Me (Reprise): Connor Murphy's Ghost is Real and He Sucked Dick For Meth
  • To Break In a Glove: If Your Dad Were a Song From a Broadway Musical
  • Only Us: Stop Moaning My Dead Brother's Name While We're Having Sex, Evan
  • Good For You: *Evan's Conscience, Banging Pots and Pans Together* YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!
  • Words Fail: How the Fuck Does Ben Platt Sing This Through Tears I'm Shook
  • So Big/So Small: *Calls My Mom to Tell Her I Love Her*
  • Finale: Hey Evan Can I Hit Up That Pottery Barn Friends & Family Discount
‘it was quiet. TOO quiet. so quiet everyone heard the fart.’
Kiss the Girl

Summary: Literally based on The Little Mermaid’s “Kiss the Girl,” Bucky develops a crush on you after seeing you in various of Tony’s soirees, but is too shy to go up to you. 

Word Count: 2,304

Warnings: None.

A/N: Something quick I whipped up. Hope you all enjoy. This is fluffy af.

Originally posted by adoroituoigrovigli

“It’ll be fun!” Tony had said. And honestly, Bucky felt like punching him, just breaking his nose, or bruising him enough in such a way that he would never suggest this to Bucky again.

How could a room full of drunk, screaming people could be fun? Bucky grimaced, as yet another girl sidled up to him and batted her eyelashes at him. He shook his head and gave her a polite smile.

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Magic Fingers

DM: The door in front of you is locked, but you recall having picked up a key from the wizard you killed.

Assassin OOC: I want to pick the lock.

DM: Your thief’s tools are broken. And your cleric has a key.

Cleric OOC: I use my key to-

Assassin OOC: I use the claws from my magic gloves to pick the lock.

Nat 20 plus a ridiculously high Open Lock.

DM: Ignoring the Cleric holding the key behind you, you masterfully work the claws from your glove and a small “click” is heard. However, you swear you also heard a small moan coming from the keyhole.

Cleric: When this is over, it’s going to be you, me, and a bottle of wine. *Bard!* You are gonna watch us!

Assassin: I don’t think-

Bard singing: YOU’VE GOT THE TOUCH!

like real people do p.2 | jungkook

summary: the feelings for your friends with benefits are changing. months pass, and you feel your gut telling you that you want more. you’re just not sure if he feels the same.

college student!reader, friends with benefits!jungkook

piece 1, piece 2, piece 3

this component is based off russ’s cherry hill

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worst behavior || nursey + jack


He doesn’t answer him, typing away at his keyboard in a way that’s visibly agitated, or at least irritable. What are normally soft, smooth clicks against the mac’s surface are now harsh, broken-sounding; each near-slam of his slim fingers makes a sharp clack in the quiet of the haus’ living room.

“Nursey,” Jack says again.

The continued silence makes it clear that he’s being ignored. Inwardly, he sighs.

“Twenty-eight, your captain is talking to you. Answer, now.”

At this, the typing stops. Nurse looks up at him, slowly, and his face is so uncomfortably nondescript and blank that Jack cringes a little inside of himself.

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“I want you to stay. I want you to … I want you.” “You want me.” She turned the words over. Gently, she squeezed his hand. “And how will you have me, Kaz?” He looked at her then, eyes fierce, mouth set. It was the face he wore when he was fighting. “How will you have me?” she repeated. “Fully clothed, gloves on, your head turned away so our lips can never touch?”

He released her hand, his shoulders bunching, his gaze angry and ashamed as he turned his face to the sea. Maybe it was because his back was to her that she could finally speak the words. “I will have you without armor, Kaz Brekker. Or I will not have you at all.”