(deep thoughts for a friday morning)

Sirius x Reader: Potter Plans

Warnings: no ?

Requested: Yes

A/N: I’M BAAAACK!! It’s the 2 month anniversary of this account and we’re a squad of 523… a number I never thought I’d reach let alone reach in 2 months so thank you my lovelies xx I thought I’d greet this 2 month hiatus return with a hella long imagine x so enjoy reading and send me imagine requests (i’m only answering ships every thurs) xx

“Sirius wins.” You announced, standing up from your leaning position on the wall.

“No way!” James protested, panting.

“I have an unfair advantage. You see these cheekbones? Aerodynamically suited for speed.” Sirius said, somehow he said it seriously. ‘Well those cheekbones are sharp’, you found yourself thinking.

You rolled your eyes and started walking around the sofa, spotting Lily as you did so. “Hey Lils.” You smiled.

“Hey, oh sit, I want to ask you something.”

You winked at James who was practically drooling over Lily and sat down. Eventually, you’d satisfactorily answered her question and you were free to go.

“How do you do it?” James asked immediately as you sat down.

“Well, you see, I bend my knees and let gravity pull me to my seat. It’s-”

“Shut up, you know what I mean.”

Remus had started sniggering at his friend’s stupidity. James shot Remus a threatening glare, stopping him immediately and went back to his book.

You giggled slightly and continued chatting, “Just talk to her like she’s a normal person.”

“I’ve been trying!” He groaned. In all the years you had known James, you’d never seen him act like this about a girl- ‘if only Sirius felt like this about me’ you thought.

Sirius came back from his shower shortly after, shooing Remus further over the sofa so he could sit in his favourite spot that, coincidentally, was next to you.

At around 11, you finally felt your eyes grow heavy and flutter shut, falling asleep next to Sirius.

Sirius admired you as you slept, unaware of his surroundings, he loved everything about you and you just seemed more beautiful lit by the fire: your eyelashes cast soft shadows over your cheekbones, your lips were slightly parted and your brows slightly furrowed.

And James watched as his best friend admired another, both so painfully obviously in love yet so blind to it.

You stirred slightly, breaking both boys reverie, Sirius shot up and announced he was going to bed. You waved him good night sleepily and was about to go to bed yourself when James pounced a question on you.

“Does Lily like me?”

“You know she does you twat. She just doesn’t want to give in, she has no reason to, you’re always available to her.”

James looked as though he was going to defend himself but thought better of it.

A familiar look spread across his tanned face and you straightened up, “Potter, I know that look, stop, no.”

“You like Sirius.” you spluttered from shock but James merely continued, “I like Lily. They like us back. We need to make them jealous.”

“Fuck off.” You whinged, not in the mood for a ‘Potter Plan’ as you and Eudaimonia called them.

“Nah, hear me out. We pretend to date, they get jealous and boom, love is in the air.” James looked at you triumphantly, the look not faltering when you glared back.

“Ew, gross, no. You’re like my brother.”

“Calm down, it’s not like I’d ever date you.”

“Doing great, dear.”

“You know what I mean.”

You paused, pondering the idea, and took a deep breath, “Until Friday.”

“Won’t take longer than 2 days.”

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Switching Up A Gear - Chapter 7

Fic Summary: Megan is fiery Omega and the Manager for Team Stark, one of the most successful NASCAR teams on the circuit. Her father/boss Tony recruits a new driver to work alongside their current one Steve Rogers, she soon has to cope with two Alpha males butting heads, and when she finally meets the new driver she’s in for a surprise.

Chapter Summary: Megan discovers more about Bucky’s past, and why he and Steve no longer see eye to eye.
Pairing: OC Megan Stark x Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter 
Triggers/Warnings: None
Wordcount: 2761 (Sorry, this one is short)

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Switching Up A Gear – Chapter 7

Megan set the contents of the Private Investigators envelope out on the desk in front of her, glancing over the copies of the police report, press clippings, and yearbook pages that had been neatly scanned and duplicated for her fee. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the yearbook, her curiosity piquing at what Steve and Bucky looked like almost a decade and a half earlier, smiling at the innocence in their faces at the posed shots, but as she looked over the pages for Autoshop and the Football Team, she saw how even then they both portrayed the character traits they had grown into as adults.

Setting those pages aside she lifted up the police report, settling back in her chair as she opened the cover and was immediately transported back to rural Pennsylvania.

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Treat You Better

Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: angst, abusive boyfriend, angst, swearing, angst, fluff

Words: 3.2k

Inspired by: “Treat You Better”- Shawn Mendes.

All credit goes to Marvel

Originally posted by passion-of-arts

The first time Y/N brought her boyfriend to the tower, Tony’s heart sank. He and Y/N hadn’t been official, it was never anything more than friends with benefits. She was allowed to date, they even had discussed this. But like most friends with benefits cases, one always falls for the other. For once in Tony’s life, he developed actual romantic feelings for someone.

And that someone had found someone else.

Y/N’s laughter filled the hallway as she dragged her boyfriend through the tower, giving him a tour. Tony cleared his throat, and busied himself with washing the dishes. “Tony, you know you have like 100 people that you pay to do that for you, right?” Y/N asked. Tony looked over his shoulder, doing a once over of the guy Y/N was with.

“Yeah, uh, I gave them all the night off to get some sleep for clean-up after the party tomorrow night.” He focused back on the hot water running over his hands and Y/N’s smile faltered, but quickly brightened back up.

“Okay, well I was just going to show Darren around the tower.” Tony nodded and Darren scoffed. He could hear Y/N give him a swat, but he pretended not to hear the comment, despite his anger starting to bubble. This guy was an asshat, what was Y/N doing with him? He shook the thought out of his and sighed when he realized he was alone. Tony dropped the dishes back into the sink.

“What am I doing? I don’t wash dishes.”

It was 1:03 in the morning. Tony laid in bed, tossing a ball into the air and catching it, a constant cycle to distract him from his thoughts. Y/N’s laugh played over and over in his head like a broken record. He should be the one making her laugh. Not Derrick or whatever his name was. He just looked like a tool. Y/N’s too good for him and everyone knows it. Tony groaned before pushing himself out of bed and walking down to the lab. He had a suit he had been working on, and hopefully forcing himself to finish it would ease his mind.

Except it didn’t. Tony just sat on the couch, replaying old news clips about all the times he’s “saved the day” or “saved the world”. He guessed he must have been playing the TV too loud, because soft steps pulled him out of his trance. “Tony?”

Y/N stood at the doorway of the lab. Her hair was tied in a messy bun that was now loosely hanging off of her scalp, she was wearing a pair of dark red sweatpants and one of Tony’s old sweatshirts that he had given her at least a year ago. “Hey, what are you doing up?” She padded over to the couch, plopping down on it and resting her head in his lap as he yawned. His fingers instinctively began brushing through her hair.

“Couldn’t sleep, Darren snores.” Tony laughed.

“So do you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t hear it when I’m sleeping,” she smiled softly, closing her eyes. Unbeknownst to Tony, she missed this. She missed this feeling. Especially his fingers running through her hair. When Darren did it, he would do it quickly and pull at any knots she had; it was painful when he did it. But when Tony did it, it was enough to lull her to sleep. Which it was currently doing.

Tony was looking down at her. Her eyes were closed, her hair was brushed from her face, and her cheeks were a rosy pink. She peeked one eye open, “Tony?” He hummed in response, never ceasing the movement of his fingers. “Do you want me to call it off with Darren?”

Yes, yes. Oh God, yes. Please dump that tool and love me instead. “Do you want to call it off with Darren?”

“Well, no, but I can tell there’s something that you don’t like about him. What is it?”

He’s not me. Tony took a deep breath. “I get a bad feeling from him. Is he treating you right?”

“Yeah,” she looked down at her hands on her stomach. “He has some anger issues.”

And that’s when Tony saw it; the big dark purple mark on her left shoulder that wasn’t being concealed that great by Tony’s baggy sweatshirt. He cleared his throat, averting his eyes. “Y/N…” she didn’t answer. He gently lifted her from laying on his lap until she was sitting in his lap and resting against the arm of the couch. “Say the word and he’s gone. I won’t even let him make it past the front gate. He won’t hurt you again. Not on my watch.”


“Just sleep down here with me tonight, please. If he asks in the morning where you went, tell him Natasha and Bruce broke up and you spent the night eating ice cream with her and binge watching Gossip Girl. I’ll even have her back you up. Stay, please.” Y/N looked to be contemplating her options before she slowly nodded. “FRIDAY, lock the doors, close the blinds, and turn the lights off.”

Tony laid down on the couch, pulling her on top of him and tucking her head into the crook of his neck. She lightly gripped his shirt and her breathing wavered for a split second before he felt her take a deep breath and relax in his arms. This is so not running away from my feelings, he thought to himself.

The next morning, Tony jolted away at a hand on his shoulder. He immediately went to grab the wrist of the person, but relaxed when he saw it was just Bruce. “Have you seen Y/N?” Tony asked, looking around the lab.

“Yeah, she was making strawberry pancakes in the kitchen,” Bruce noted. He paused, then opened his mouth in shock and somewhat disappointment. “Tony, tell me you didn’t hook up with her again last night.”

“Strawberry? She doesn’t even like strawberries.”


“No, no, we didn’t. She came down here last night when I couldn’t sleep and I saw something. I couldn’t let her get back in bed with that sadistic bastard. I had her sleep down here with me. No sex.”

“Saw something?” Bruce urged Tony to continue, even though he already knew where this was going.

“Yes, something. That something being big, purple, and in the shape of a handprint, Bruce,” Tony had gotten up, and began pacing back and forth in front of the couch. “What am I supposed to do? I mean just go tell her I love her and that I can treat her better? That’s insane.”

“What did you just say?”

“That she had a big, purple bruise in shape of a handprint.” Tony stopped pacing, looking up at Bruce curiously, who in turn was looking at Tony like he had three heads.

“After that. That you…” Tony nearly had to sit down at the realization of what he just said hit him. “…love her?”

“I…love…her.” He sounded out, Bruce nodding along slowly to each word. “I have to go tell her.” He got up to walk from the lab but Bruce grabbed onto his bicep, stopping him from moving.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea when she’s eating breakfast with her boyfriend?”

“I have to try.” Bruce begrudgingly let go of Tony’s arm and watched as Tony nearly sprinted from the lab.

“Y/N, I need your opinion on something for the party tonight, can you come with me?” Y/N looked up from the stove top where she had been flipping the strawberry pancakes that everyone knew she hated. Her boyfriend turned to look at Tony. “She’ll only be a minute.” Tony added, trying his best to sound pleasant.

Y/N began following Tony down the hall until they were standing in the doorway of his bedroom. “What do you need my help for?”

“You need to leave him.”

“What?” Y/N looked incredulously at him. He’s out of his mind, she thought. She knew from the start that she didn’t want to be with anyone other than Tony, but when she found out that he and Pepper had gone out, she gave up on pining for him. He just wanted a distraction from Pepper’s absence. She should have known that their breakup wasn’t permanent. She was just a filler in Tony’s sex life.

He gently pulled the hem of her- his- sweatshirt down, exposing the bruise along her collarbone. “Do you expect me to believe he gave you hickies in the shape of a hand? Y/N, what has he done to you?” Both their heads turned when they heard Darren call for her.

“I have to go, Tony.” She began walking away.

“Wait,” Y/N turned back to him. She felt her eyes light up with hope. Maybe he was going to tell her he loved her and that she should leave Darren and they could go and elope in Paris, she wished. Tony looked like a deer caught in the headlights that she actually turned around. How the hell was he going to tell her? Why did Bruce let him leave the lab? “Um, you don’t like strawberry pancakes.” Y/N let out a sigh.

“He does, and I want him to be happy.” She walked away, and Tony felt his heart breaking all over again.

For the rest of the day, Tony busied himself with preparing for the party. He made calls to the caterers, decorators, and made sure security was almost air tight for this party. He had subconsciously picked the color scheme to be blue and green- Y/N’s two favorite colors.

After he had showered, Tony went to his closet, pushing the doors open, pushing aside all of his different suits one by one until he found the one he was looking for. A dark blue blazer with a brown blazer and white dress shirt. He found the matching blue pants and laid the ensemble down on his king sized bed, staring down on it. “Y/N’s favorite suit.” A voice from behind him said. He turned to look. Steve stood in the doorway of his bedroom, leaving against the wall, a knowing smirk on his face.

“What’s it to you, Cap?” Tony said, popping the ‘p’, hoping Steve wouldn’t catch on to his nervous and very un-Tony Stark behavior.

“Tony, it’s no secret that you and Y/N were friends with benefits. Both of you would come down from your rooms in the morning with hickies all over each other, despite neither of you bringing someone home the night prior. She’d whisper something to you at a party and you’d disappear for hours immediately after,” Steve smiled, a new realization dawning on him. “You like her, don’t you? That’s why you give Daniel dirty looks all the time, why you’re wearing her favorite suit, and why the decorations for this party are suspiciously her favorite colors.”

“Okay, one, his name is Darren. Two, have you not seen her shoulder? It looks like he missed her hand in a violent game of patty-cake,” Steve narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenching. “Third, I don’t like her. I believe ‘head over heels in love with her’ is a better term.”

“So why not kick the guy out?”

“Because what if, in some sick and twisted way, he does make Y/N happy? Why would I get in the way of that because of my own selfish feelings?”

“I can almost guarantee that if he’s hitting her, she’s not happy.” With that, Steve turned and left, leaving Tony with his thoughts.

He looked in the mirror as he buttoned up his dress shirt, which was already tucked neatly into his pants. He pulled his tie around his neck and began tying it, remembering all of the times Y/N would do this after they snuck away from his party for a little bit. If only he knew then that he was going to fall this hard for her.

He shrugged his jacket on and slid his sunglasses on before checking his hair once more and spraying his cologne and walking down into the common room, where people had already began piling in for one of Tony Stark’s signature parties.

Sam and Steve welcomed him into the circle of 90% of the Avengers and handed him a glass of tequila. “Thanks, Lord knows I’m going to need it tonight,” That’s when Steve pointed to the stairwell, where Y/N was walking down. She was wearing a long silver evening gown with a dangerously long leg slit. Her black heels accentuated her legs. Her hair was curled to perfection and her makeup was simplistic. “Does anyone else feel like they’re going into cardiac arrest or is that just me?” His teammates laughed and smiled as Y/N approached them closer, Darren at her side. “I’m going to be playing a dangerous game and I need you to play along.”

“You look amazing, Y/N.” Natasha said, Y/N smiled and thanked her.

“Simply stunning. You might just be the most beautiful girl in the tower tonight.” Tony complimented, giving her a hug and making sure his hand splayed widely on the small of her back, just about touching the rise of her butt. Y/N’s back tensed against him but the smell of his cologne made her relax slightly, aside from whatever he was doing.

“Tony, help me get drinks for everyone, yeah?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” They began walking to the bar and once they were out of ear-shot, Y/N stopped him, lightly grabbing his forearm.

“What are you doing?”

“Treating you how you should be treated, unlike him.”

“Darren’s a great guy.” Y/N said confidently, but Tony knew better. He knew she put on a confident front when she was unsure of something.

“Is he, though? Y/N, if he’s hitting you,” Tony started, voice getting lower and turning into a hushed whisper. “You have to leave him. Please.”

“Why, so we can go back to being no-strings-attached fuck buddies?”

“No, dammit.”

“Then why?” Tony bit his lip, cursing himself for causing this situation. He had to tell her.

“Because I love you, and I can treat you better. Frankly, I don’t know how he can live with himself after doing this to you,” he gestured to her shoulder, which was covered the best she could with makeup. “You don’t have to leave him for me. Just leave him.” Both of their heads turned when they heard Darren calling for her.

“Why did you wait until now to tell me?” She asked. It was as if she was almost pleading with him, begging for him to give her permission to leave Darren.

“Because I never explored the possibility that you could end up in someone else’s arms.” She grabbed his hand, looking down to where they connected. It felt like they were made for each other, fitting so perfectly. She squeezed his hand.

“I have to go.” She whispered. Tony nodded, releasing her small hand from his. He didn’t turn around to watch her walk back into Darren’s arms. He couldn’t.

Darren had a death grip on Y/N’s arm as he nearly yanked her away from the party. She tried scanning the crowd to look for her friends, but they were all chatting with each other and not paying much attention. They wouldn’t notice even if she was waving her arms like crazy. Darren shoved her into her bedroom, falling onto the floor before he slammed the door behind them. “What’s going on between you and Stark?”

“Nothing, he just needed my help with something.”

“With what? What he needs to do for you to get on your knees for him? I bet that’s already happened though, huh?” He gripped onto her hair before spinning it around his fist and yanking her up onto her feet, a cry ripping through her throat.

“Let her go.” Y/N nearly cried of relief when she heard Tony’s voice at the door. She opened her eyes to see Sam, Bruce, Bucky, Natasha, Tony, and Steve all blocking the door. Tony stepped first into the room. Darren released his grip on her hair, nearly pushing her back onto the ground. Bruce picked her up off the ground and brought her to the corner of the room, farthest away from Darren. Tears pricked at her eyes and she buried her head towards Bruce’s shoulder. She promised herself that he would never see her cry; nobody would. Crying meant weakness. She didn’t have room for weakness. Natasha and Steve stood behind Tony, one on either side of him.

“Bucky, get Y/N out of here.” Steve ordered. Bruce lightly pushed her over towards Bucky who held his arms out for her.

“No, let her stay,” Tony said. Y/N paused, standing between Bruce and Bucky. Sam stepped in front of her, forming a protective border around her. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” Tony snapped. Darren looked unfazed.

“Are you really going to defend the same girl that you only used for sex?”

“At least the only handprint I left on her was on her ass. You, my friend, crossed a line.” Tony pulled a handgun from his pocket and the air in the room thickened. He rarely threatened someone like this.

“Stark-,” Steve began, trying to ease the situation, much to Tony’s disagreement.

“He hurt my girl.” Tony nearly growled. He clicked the safety off the gun and aimed it straight at Darren.

“We’re not shooting him,” Bucky said. “He’s not getting off that easy.” Tony thought for a moment before pocketing the gun once more. He turned to Y/N, who Bucky had stood in front of when the gun came out.

“Y/N, say the words, and he’s gone. Remember what we talked about?” Tony asked, eyes imploring her to give him the permission he needed to kick this guy out already. Y/N looked at him, and it was as if he could see her strength and courage he knew so well blossom back to life. She stepped out from behind Bucky and Sam and walked up until she was side by side to Tony. Sam couldn’t hide the smirk, more than pleased to see the old Y/N begin to shine through once more. Steve and Natasha still stood protectively by their sides, but she didn’t need it. She looked Darren right in the eye, smiling.

“I want him gone.” Darren’s eyes just about glowed with anger, but before he could lunge at her, Bruce jumped in front of her, putting him in a chokehold.

“You really don’t want to do that. I may not kill you, but piss me off enough, and the other guy will.” Bruce sneered. Y/N stood motionless by Tony’s side, still smiling to herself as everybody walked Darren out of the room. Steve shut the door behind him, leaving the two alone.

As soon as he heard the door close, Tony wrapped Y/N in his arms, hugging as tightly as he could without hurting her. He pulled away, checking her for more injuries as the smile on her face grew. “What happened? Is this a prank? Why are you smiling like that?” He asked frantically. Y/N pressed her palms against Tony’s cheeks before lifting herself up to his height and pressing a long kiss to his lips.

“I love you too, Tony.”

BREAK {part 4 of LIES}

Bang PD sent a message out early Friday morning.

I spoke to Y/N, she feels as though it would be a good idea to let you guys have a little break. I think she is right. We are going to be closing BigHit for the next week so that it can go through a deep cleaning, so you are not allowed back on the premise for the next week. Please contact me with any issues, and say thank you to Y/N for putting this thought in my head. Enjoy your break. – Bang PD

All of the guys walked into the common area of their dorm and held up their phones.

So Y/N doesn’t hate us! Jimin exclaimed and Hobi chuckled.

Yea, it seems like she’s still looking out for us. Namjoon added, which Jin nodded and smiled.

We should do something for her. Jin spoke up.

MOVIE NIGHT AT HER PLACE! Tae yelled over everyone, but Jungkook shook his head.

Hyung, that would mean she just cleans up after us. Jungkook explained and Tae shrugged.

But she likes doing that. Tae added and Jin rolled his eyes.

What about we make her something? Jin asked and Namjoon looked at him skeptically.

Like macaroni art? He questioned and Jin tilted his head in confusion.

No! Like a cake! Who does macaroni art? Jin asked exasperatedly and Namjoon shrugged.

I think she would like that. Hobi said and Jimin nodded.

I’ll get the ingredients out! Jimin said as he walked into the kitchen, but Jin ran in front of him.

Please don’t! I just cleaned the kitchen! I will do it. You all leave. Jin said and pushed them out of his kitchen. The guys all chuckled and left the area, jabbing at each other and mocking their eldest member. Yoongi walked up to Hobi and looked him up and down. Hobi responded with an equally skeptical look.

Yes, hyung? He asked and Yoongi lifted his phone.

Did you have something to do with this? Yoongi responded, suggesting the email from Bang PD.

Y/N wanted to do that all on her own, she just mentioned it to me. Hobi shrugged and Yoongi widened his eyes.

So she’s talking to you? He asked and Hobi nodded.

Yea, why wouldn’t we? He replied in a nonchalant and innocent manner. Hobi could see the confliction in Yoongi’s gaze, but chose to take the ignorant route. Does that bug you? He asked just to see how Yoongi would respond.

No, no, just weird. I just never really saw you two as being friends. Yoongi said more to himself than to Hobi and Hobi shrugged.

Well you don’t really see a lot. Hobi responded and turned on his heels. Yoongi stood there, his eyes still wide with surprise. He felt as though he was being betrayed in some way. Had he really missed the mark that much? Yoongi thought to himself as he watched Hobi move further from him. 

Walking away, Hobi smiled to himself and gave himself a mental high five as he drafted a thank you text to you. This was going to be a fun break.


“I think that… maybe the problem is… I mean, I don’t have any regrets whatsoever, because any regret would mean that I wish that I hadn't done the series [“The X-Files”] or had Piper [her first child], but I guess if I were able to talk to my younger self, I might have wished for a little bit more consciousness. And I wish I had known that I had choice. Not choice in terms of whether or not I had the baby. I just think there were a few times in my life when I could have said no, or I could have stepped back. But I always just went whichever way the wind blew me.”

Gillian Anderson
The Telegraph, December 2011

Convention Karaoke

Pairing: Osric x reader
Word count: 3,354

Warnings: kissing, fluffy stuff, anxiety (a little bit), someone gets hit in the head (if that counts), a little more heavy kissing, did I mention fluffy stuff? Like stuffed animals. 

Authors: Sam and Brittiny @crowleysplaythings
Authors note: Eeek! Second part! I’m hoping everyone is liking it so far! I know it’s a bit long, but I promise, it’s totally worth it! I really think there isn’t enough out there about Osric!

Summary: You go to the convention and meet Osric. In fact, you meet the entire cast and are invited to sing on stage for Karaoke with your favorite band! Osric and you are getting closer and you’re making great new friends.

Time felt like it was going so slow as you waited for this Friday’s convention to come. You couldn’t stop thinking about Osric, as you were a huge fan of Kevin Tran from his show Supernatural. You and Osric had been texting non-stop and you were so excited to finally meet each other. Although it had been only a few days, you felt this deep connection with him that you hadn’t felt since your last relationship. The way Osric was making you feel was more than words could explain. You two talked about so many different things, you learned that he loved to travel, and he learned that you loved to sing. What makes this whole trip even more exciting, and even more nerve-racking was that he said he had a surprise for you after you told him you could sing. With this thought in mind, you couldn’t come up with any idea of what he could be doing.

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Group / Member: Got7 // Mark

Word Count: 951

Genre: Slight Angst w/ Implied Fluff

Request Prompt: Dialogue w/ Mark 22 - “Aren’t you tired of chasing after me?”

Summary: Drabble where Mark is clearly of upper class rank and you’re struggling to get by.

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“I just don’t understand why you won’t at least give me a chance.”

“Mark…please I can’t do this again,” you sigh, dashing around your small home, desperately trying to get things in order before you had to be out the door for work. You hated mornings like these; and by these you meant mornings when you woke up to a freezing home because you’d forgotten to pay for the gas bill again. Taking a deep breath, you tried to regroup your thoughts as you dug through the pile of papers on your counter. Where the hell was that damn bill?

“[Y/N],” Mark tried again, but failing to get your attention. Rubbing his own arms to try and warm up he walked over to your thermostat and played with it for a moment, twisting the knob back and forth. “Is this thing broken or…” his sentence trailing off as he looked at you and saw what was in your hand, a sigh leaving his mouth. “You know if you need help I can help.”

“Did I not tell you that I can’t do this right now?” you sighed, running your hand through your hair as you saw the amount written on the piece of paper. It was much more expensive than you could afford at the moment, meaning that it’d have to wait until you were paid on Friday. You could handle the cold that long, right? Again, you stopped every thought that was rushing through your mind in that very moment, expanding your lungs with a deep breath and then slowly letting it out. You could do this, you had to.

Finally, for the first time that morning you allowed yourself to look up at the man standing in your small and freezing kitchen. You allowed yourself a few seconds of just looking at him, at his gorgeous appearance and at the worried look in his eyes. You’d met Mark about a month back while bartending. He’d looked completely out of place, dressed in obviously expensive clothing with extremely well done hair and made up face. Why someone like him was in the area of the city you lived in you would never know, but from that night on it had seemed that he wouldn’t stop coming there.

Four time.

It was the number of times that you had Mark had slept together. You thought that he’d disappear after the first, but when he’d continued to show up at the bar, you’d fallen into his charm again, and then again. He was well educated, well mannered, and funny as hell. His smile could take you away from the stressful life you had been leading like nothing else in the world and his kisses were a hell of a lot more intoxicating than any sort of whiskey you’d ever tasted. But men like him didn’t fall for girls like you. Men like him belonged in their class, and even if that didn’t bother them personally, it usually bothered their family. He belonged with a gorgeous girl who came from a rich home and had money waiting for her from her father. He belonged in the better area of the city where the mansions were.

You weren’t that type of girl, never had been and never had a problem with it. Sure, you envied those girls sometimes. Envied how they didn’t have to worry about forgetting to pay their gas bill or any other sort of bill for that matter. You envied that the possibility of going to school wasn’t just a fantasy but something they could do if they so pleased. Life had been a bitch to you, and it was still being one. Tomorrow was always uncertain to you, and the motto ‘one day at a time’ was something you truly lived by because making plans for a future just wasn’t plausible.

Yet there was Mark, standing right in front of you in your kitchen, those eyes of his looking straight into you. You thought he would have been gone after the first time…but he was still here. All month he’d forced himself into your life. Anyone with eyes could see the conditions you lived in, could see the emptiness of your fridge, the holes in your clothes, the dark circles under your eyes. You knew he was trying to help but the gifts he was giving you, the food he kept bringing…it was like a vice on your heart. Why was someone like Mark looking at a girl like you.

“Aren’t you tired of chasing after me?” you asked, your voice just above a whisper as you looked at him.

He didn’t even blink at the statement. His head moved in a firm gesture that said ‘no’.

“Are you ever going to stop being afraid of letting yourself be with someone who will treat you right?”

Unlike him, you were shook by the statement, having to bite your tongue from lashing at him. It wasn’t until he was stepping forward and grabbing your hand that you noticed the way his statement had made your hands shake. Despite your pride…and despite your resilience, deep down you knew just how right he was.

“I know you’re a strong girl, I know how hard you fight every day. You don’t need to fight me though. Let me prove to you that my intentions aren’t what you’re thinking…give me a chance [y/n].”

Life hadn’t always been very fair to you…but maybe this was your chance to show life you were down taking its shit. With that you stepped forward, allowing Mark’s arms to encircle you, giving him permission to prove you wrong and prove that you deserved this more than other girl out there.

Shining Through

Fandom: Arrow/The Flash

Pairing: Barry Allen/Oliver Queen

Rating: General

Word Count: 2,966

Summary: Oliver Queen has a bit of a reputation. It’s not quite as colourful as that of Sebastian’s, but it still doesn’t help the uncertainty that Barry feels about finally giving into his feelings.

Note: Written for Olivarry Week Day 7: Warbler!Barry, and also for @eddiethallen, who prompted ace!Barry

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If someone were to ask Barry what the worst thing about being a twin is, it wouldn’t be a common answer. It wouldn’t be that he’s mistaken for Sebastian on a regular basis, despite the vastly different ways in which they carry themselves.

It isn’t that they have to share a birthday – they’re used to it. They know nothing else.

It’s not even the stupid questions they get asked from people who seem to have forgotten what common sense is, such as ‘does it hurt when you’re apart for a long time?’ or 'can you tell what each other is thinking?’

No. The worst thing, above all else, is that despite the fact that they have the same face, Sebastian still somehow manages to get all the attention. Manages to get all the guys that are even remotely bi-curious fawning after him with heart eyes. Just Barry’s luck, really.

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Saved Me

Jared x Reader

Warnings: Light Swearing, Fluff

Words: 1,546

Request From confetti-keks: ok, requests r open? so may I request 1? 😳 bc I don’t want u 2 be hacked off me 😀🙈 so uhm.. I’m curious abt whether u could write a sweet Jared-Story, where the reader is just very small & shy & maybe works as a new employee on set like in make up or stuff & he is just too sweet &handsome & protective & fights 4 her & incrementalism & at the end he confesses his feelings & FLUFF :D u know, just muuuch fluff :D (I need much Jared-fluff these days). just if u want 2. whatever, I love ur blog! ♡

Okay…so he doesn’t really fight for her, but I sort of just got lost in this as I wrote it. So I hope you love it! Enjoy!

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halesstiles  asked:


Dammit Savannah…I wasn’t supposed to get this emotional tonight! Here’s prompt #40: “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

Derek hesitated like he usually did.

His hand paused a few inches from the door handle, his heart flipped in his chest, his thoughts supplied him with second guesses and doubts. However it’s been five months and his heart still ached for things to be the way they were. The lazy Sunday mornings when he was the first one to wake up only to end up tracing the beauty marks on the man beside him, still snoring in deep sleep. The late Friday nights when they stayed up late, curled into each other with take out boxes in hand while a movie ran on mindlessly on the TV.

Long story short…he missed Stiles, but at the same time they were toxic.

The lack of trust, the lack of communication, lack of compromise and resolve. One day it was all too much and they snapped.

Derek opened the door to the loft, the mellow lighting exposed Stiles on the other side. His hair was longer, floppy almost; and his cheeks were littered with splotchy facial hair. For a lack of a better term; Stiles looked like shit. Then again Derek did too so it wasn’t all bad.

Stiles opened and closed his mouth a few times before settled on, “I miss you…”

Suddenly Derek’s eyes were hot with unshed tears and he felt so, so weak.

“…and I’m sorry, for everything,” Stiles continued.

Don’t,” Derek muttered, “don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

Stiles let out a broken noise, his palms pressed against his amber eyes, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t mean it Derek.”

“What does this mean? What do you want?” Derek asked.

“You. I want you, and I was too blind to see that before I guess,” Stiles shrugged, “and if you’ll have me that’d be pretty great too.”

Derek didn’t remember when they collided, but all he could focus on now was the strong embrace he was wrapped in. It was everything he remembered and everything he’s craved with the last five months.

They held on like letting go meant the end of the world, and for the first time in a long time Derek could finally breathe again.



Star Wars’ Carrie Fisher dies at the age of 60

Carrie Fisher, best known for playing Princess Leia in the Star Wars films, has died following a sudden heart attack; she was 60 years old.

Fisher suffered a massive heart attack on Friday during a flight from London to Los Angeles. “It is with a very deep sadness that Billie Lourd confirms that her beloved mother Carrie Fisher passed away at 8:55 this morning,” read a statement from family spokesperson Simon Halls. “She was loved by the world and she will be missed profoundly. Our entire family thanks you for your thoughts and prayers.”

Actress Anna Akana, who was also on the flight, noted that Fisher wasn’t breathing for “10 minutes or so” after the attack. Once the plane landed in Los Angeles, paramedics performed CPR on Fisher for 15 minutes before getting a pulse. They then rushed her to nearby UCLA Medical Center, where she was placed on a ventilator. Hours later, Fisher was moved from the emergency room to the Intensive Care Unit, her brother, Todd Fisher, told our sister site Variety.

Fisher shot to international fame as Princess Leia in the 1977 blockbuster Star Wars and reprised the role in 1980’s The Empire Strikes Back and 1983’s Return of the Jedi. She returned to the franchise as Leia in last year’s The Force Awakens.

Photo credits: CAP/PLF/MediaPunch/IPX, AP Photo, AP Photo/George Brich, AP Photo/Rene Macura, Mary McLoughlin/New York Post Archives/Getty Images, Richard Shotwell/Invision/AP (3), Al Seib/Los Angeles Times/Getty Images

See more photos of Carrie Fisher’s life and our other slideshows on Yahoo News.

Nice Guns

i wrote the first half of this at work on my phone. possibly bad; this genre is quite removed from what i normally write.

featuring: awkward satya, wingman hana, and bemused fareeha.

It was the eleventh hour, Satya was getting cold feet, and Hana was at the end of her rope. 

“It’s not hard. I’ve seen you do much harder things without breaking a sweat." 

"This is different,” Satya said, somehow managing a stately air even when nervously playing with the hard-light emitting from her left palm. “People are different. Especially–" 

"Especially when you liiike them?” It was probably mean to be teasing her, but Hana had no patience left. If needling Satya got results, needling it would have to be. “Especially when it's Fareeha?" 

"You’re making me regret ever asking you for help,” Satya said through tight lips, looking away. 

“Okay, okay,” Hana relented. “I’m sorry. Look, I know you’re nervous, but it’ll be fine. And when I say you’ve been through harder–if you can blast a Talon agent’s face off from three feet away with your projector, you can definitely deliver a pick-up line." 

Satya took a deep breath, seeming to steel herself. "You’re right. I can do this." 

Hana checked her handheld. In exactly seven minutes, Fareeha Amari would emerge from the doors of the gym adjacent them, done with her workout and heading for the showers, just as she did each morning. 

(It really was a match made in heaven, Hana thought.) 

And then, just as they’d practiced, Satya would flawlessly deliver her line, Pharah would respond positively, and they’d set a date for Friday. Yes. Another easy win for D.Va. 

Or, at least, it should have been, had someone not been getting cold feet. 

"Okay. Let’s run through it again. I’m Pharah." 

"All right.” Satya concentrated, then donned a look of artificial surprise. “Oh, Captain Amari! I like–" 

"No, no. No Captain Amari. Pharah or Fareeha. Informal. You’re flirting, not attending a military briefing." 

"It seems…so rude." 

"Ugh, Satya! She’ll love it; trust me. Nobody else calls her Captain Amari. You think we’re all being rude too?" 

Satya’s expression said, "Yes, absolutely, very much so,” but outwardly she only pursed her lips. 

“‘Hello, Fareeha,’ then." 

"Okay…?” Hana said, leaning forward, egging her on. 

“I like–” Satya stopped, shook her head, and then continued, a look of disproportionate intensity crossing her face. “I like your guns." 

There you go,“ Hana said, deciding that now was probably not the best time to critique Satya’s form. It was important to optimize morale. 

"But what if she doesn’t know what it means? What if she thinks it’s…crass?" 

"It’s too late to worry about that now. Look, she’ll get it, and she’ll like it. I swear. If she doesn’t, you can blame me." 

(A promise she might regret making later, but, well. That was Later Hana’s problem.) 

Satya opened her mouth, but before she had the chance to say whatever she’d been about to say, the reinforced glass doors of the gym slid open, revealing their target herself. Fareeha’s hair was pulled back, her workout clothing was slightly damp, and sweat gleamed on her skin.

Hana thought it was something of a miracle that that alone wasn’t enough to quash Satya’s interest.

Fareeha looked surprised to see the two of them lurking outside, but in typical form she recovered quickly. 

"Hana, Satya. What are you doing out here?" 

Hana gave Satya a meaningful look, but the woman seemed to have been overtaken by the sort of paralyzing fear typically associated with the imminent possibility of death. Her mouth was silently moving, her eyes were wide, and it seemed unlikely she would recover immediately.

"Hey, Fareeha, you know, yesterday I was watching Jack on the practice range,” Hana said, attempting to divert attention from Satya’s current predicament. “I think he was trying to beat your records with those helix rockets of his, but he didn’t even come close.”


“And then at my livestream last night, someone accused me of hacking. Me! How petty can you get? I can sleep at night knowing that I’ve never even thought about using an aimbot in my life, and that idiot has to live with himself, knowing he got told to git gud by D.Va—”

“Hana,” Fareeha interrupted firmly,  "I would love to chat, but I’m in something of a hurry.“ And then she was throwing her towel over her shoulder and heading for the showers. Satya was still chewing her lip, looking panicked, and Hana threw caution to the winds.

"Wait! Satya has something she wanted to tell you.”

Fareeha paused and looked back. Satya managed to send quite a vicious look Hana’s direction before she seemed to pull herself together. She straightened, clasped her hands behind her back, and stared at Pharah with utmost seriousness.

“Er, what is it?” Fareeha asked.

“Captain F—Amari,” Satya said. “I like—I like—”

Here it comes. Hana leaned forward in her perch on the windowsill. It had looked grim there for a few moments, but Satya was righting the ship.

“I—admire your dedication to justice and the protection of innocents.”

Hana herself couldn’t say whether the noise that escaped her mouth was a hysterical laugh or a groan of despair. Probably it was somewhere between the two.

When she managed to sit up straight once more, she saw Fareeha wearing a puzzled but not entirely displeased expression. Satya, for her part, had gone utterly stiff once more.

“Well…thank you?” Fareeha said, and seemed to decide on pleased. She smiled, then turned and disappeared down the hall toward the locker rooms.

When she was gone, Satya collapsed (rather dramatically, Hana thought) onto a conveniently-produced hard-light stool and buried her face in her hands.

“What happened? We practiced!” Hana slid off the windowsill and paced in circles.

“Never mind. I’m sorry for wasting your time, Hana,” Satya mumbled into her palms. “I am clearly a lost cause.”

Immediately, she felt bad. “No, no. Come on. At least you said something, right? And she smiled, so it’s not like she was totally weirded out or anything.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Wrong! Hey, the Satya I know doesn’t give up like that. Show her what you’re made of. It can only go up from here, right?”

Satya lifted her head, considered, and then nodded. Her face steeled.

“Yes. I can only go up from here.”

At dinner that night, Hana was sitting at her table and poking at her food, waiting for the others to join her. As Satya approached, Fareeha walked behind her and seemed to murmur something. Satya’s lips parted, her mouth curling into a smile that she was obviously trying very hard to suppress. She looked back to respond, but Fareeha was already sitting down, a private smile adorning her own features.

Satya’s shy grin remained as she sat down across from Hana.

“What did she say?”

“She said nothing.”

“Satyyyya. Come on!”

“This is neither the time nor the place.”

“I’m your wingman! You have to tell me.”

Satya merely pursed her lips primly and began eating.

It took a full half-hour to finally whine and plead and coax the answer out of her, but at last Satya tired of Hana’s inexhaustible energy and told her.

“She said, 'I find your love of order very attractive as well.’” She smiled while recounting it, seemingly unable to resist.

Yes!” Hana let out a gleeful shout and punched the air, earning a reproachful look from Hanzo at the next table. “It worked! It worked!”

“I suppose it did,” Satya allowed, resuming eating.

so many overdue projects but it’s kuroken month so who cares?? on the other hand i can’t believe i forgot it was june i thought i missed it omg

title: utterly, undeniably, hopelessly
pairing: kuroken
tags: for kurokenmonth prompt: firsts. falling in love with your best friend. lots of that shoujo sparkle and kuroo being a sap.
summary: The first time Kuroo realized he was utterly, undeniably, hopelessly in love with his best friend, he walked into a wall.

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unchartedsongbird  asked:

Can you do 14 and 39 both with Pietro? Thanks. (Btw I love your whole account and all of your fanfic!💕)

Anonymous Notes {Pietro x Reader}

Words – 1,340

Warnings – None, very rushed writing (like seriously it took half an hour. I usually take 900 years to write)

A/N - I promise I’m working on prompts and requests. My laptop is being a piece of junk right now, and it keeps shutting down when I’m in the middle of things (I lost like 14 pages of writing yesterday). Plus, I’m planning a multi-chapter fic and it is very time-consuming.

Your name: submit What is this?

Your heart beat fast in your chest, pounding against the inside of your ribcage. In your hands you clutched a piece of paper that had been folded into a tidy rectangle. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this.

You were, without a doubt, the shiest person you knew. Throughout your twenty one years of life, you’d always been the quiet kid in the back of the class; the artist, the loner, the friendless nerd, the one who never got invited anywhere. You hated group work with a passion, and you were never the one to start up a conversation. If you had a crush on someone, you always kept your mouth shut.

That was another reason why what you were doing was so unbelievable for you. The note in your hands was a confession. A secret confession. In it was written all the things you thought and felt about your crush; From the way his smile put butterflies in your stomach, to how protective he was of the people he cared about, to how badass (and attractive) he was when he fought. Everything you admired about him –even things that weren’t romantic- was written down in this note.

And now you were going to give it to him. You were going to slip it under the door, right now, at one in the morning. He would never know who it was from. To him, it would just be an anonymous letter.

You didn’t mind if he didn’t know it was from you. You preferred it that way. You already had a great friendship with him; if you told him your feelings, it might mess everything up. Besides, someone like him wouldn’t fall for someone like you. As cliché-teen-rom-com as it sounded, he was the gorgeous, intelligent, foreign hunk, and you were the dork-with-glasses, never-been-kissed, loser who spent their Friday nights watching Netflix movies with their cat.

People like him didn’t go for people like you.

But still, your feelings were becoming too much. Even for you. You had to let him know. Somehow.

Come on, Y/N, you thought to yourself. Just put the note under his door, before someone walks by. He’s sleeping. He’ll find it in the morning. No one will ever know it’s you…

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morning scent - luke blurb

a/n; this prompt inspired me to write this blurb, so i hope you all like it! and i hope there is more writing from me to come!

master list

Originally posted by irweicake

Oddly for you, mornings were your favorite time of the day. Not many people understood it either, they would say you were crazy for enjoying the time when the sun began to rise high in the sky. You had your reasons, though, normally every morning you would wake up, do the simple things like brush your teeth, and take a shower, then you would run over to your computer, hoping to see a message from Luke of some sort. 

The mornings were really the only time you and Luke had time to talk with his and your busy schedules, and not to mention time zones. Usually, you would skype with him for a bit, telling each other what you had planned for the day, all the things people talk about, except at times you wished you could tell him all of this in person instead of through a computer screen. 

Luke had told you the previous morning he was coming home this weekend, and it now being Friday, you couldn’t hold in your excitement. 

You were always hit with the smell of sweet lavender and vanilla when you took in a deep breath during your morning stretch, but this time, your nose caught a different scent, something you were used to.

Without even thinking, your feet swung off your bed and onto the cold wooden floors. You slowly walked through the hallways, hoping the floorboards wouldn’t squeak like they usually did. 

Thoughts ran through your mind, had your mother came to visit, or maybe your father? It would make sense because they were the only people who had a spare key to your place. Your heart rate began to pick up, the fear of someone sneaking into your house in the early morning of the day made you nervous. 

You hopped down the stairs and walked silently into the kitchen, praying that when you poked your head into the door frame no one would be there.

When you looked into the brightly lit kitchen, your initial reaction was to scream, but instead, you blinked. Once, twice, 5 times in order to make sure what you were seeing wasn’t something made up. 

“Luke..?” You called, your eyes widening with every second going past. 

He turned towards you at the mentioning of his name. He looked at you with a large smile on his face, “Hey babe!” You didn’t even realize you ran into his arms until he wrapped them around you, pulling you close into his chest. 

“You said this weekend,” You stumbled over your words, trying to hold back the tears building up in your eyes. 

“I got home early,” He rubbed your back, trying to help you calm down. But the waves of emotions crashing down on you made that impossible. Luke had been gone for months, and the only way you both communicated was through a screen. And now he was here with you, holding you the way you missed so much. 

“I missed you so much, Luke.” You let out a soft laugh, realizing how ridiculous you probably sounded as you wiped away your tears. 

“I missed you too, Y/N.” Luke said softly, kissing your forehead. 

The moment was over quickly when the same, odd smell filled your senses once more. You loosened yourself from Luke’s grasp and sniffed around the room, “Luke….” You began, looking behind him to see smoke rising up from a pan on the oven. 

“Oh shit!” He yelled quickly, turning around and rushing over to the oven. You followed behind him laughing, “This is why I usually do the cooking.” He grabbed a hand towel and waved it around in the air, attempting to get rid of the smoke. 

“I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed..” Luke pouted. You wrapped your arms around his waist, a grin appearing on your face once more. 

“You being here is already good enough.”