and now he's messing with my subconscious

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Caturday stream of consciousness. Almost all I have is selfies right now, because I’m really pushing hard to accept my physical self.

I envy those of you who are always perfectly made up and put together. I am a hot mess most of the time. I fall asleep in my makeup (when I wear it) more often than not. I hate my body or make peace with it depending on my current mood. Being ill isn’t helping. I have always verged on being intentionally undone, probably as a subconscious way of testing whether Nick would leave me if I weren’t attractive. He just kept on thinking I was, regardless of lack of makeup or dressing up. Neither aging nor weight gain could prevent him from loving me and finding me desirable. I don’t know what to do with that.

Also, I have apparently become one of those middle aged women that refuses to dress appropriately for my age and weight.

Unrelated (?), I saw a kid get baptized on a friend’s Instagram today. I immediately got palpitations and felt nauseated. Despite all reason, I still sometimes crave the safety of my lost faith. But I am constantly triggered by Christianity. It physically makes me ill. I don’t know how I could go back, even to a mainstream church.

Thank you, friends, for putting up with my idiosyncrasies. You guys mean a lot to me.

Lenny Baby (Snart x reader)

A/N: Someone ask for Leonard being all sawft around you and wanting to keep you away form his sister, worried the thief life might corrupt you or that you’d get hurt cause you are his little ball of sunshine? Yes they did and I delivered. No warning except language and it might be a bit suggestive. ;)

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

“I know all your thief code blah blah blah, but can’t I meet any of your friend’s? It feels like you’re hiding me away.” You dramatically pouted tracing your fingers over Leonard’s bare torso. You were both still lightly shining with sweat after the romp in his way too expensive sheets, but with the covers only over your bottom halves and the A/C cranked it was cool enough to cuddle comfortably. He cupped your chin pulling it up to face him. Furrowing his brow as if he was mad, he studied your face.
“Blah blah blah? Do you even care how dangerous the things I do are?”
“Honestly?”
“Yes.” He smirked slightly at your nonchalance.
“I don’t care. I don’t care about the money or the cozy sheets. I don’t even remember your last name. I have to scribble it on my hand as a reminder. I’m just using you for your body.” You raised your hand pretending to read from it. “Mr. Snort?” His brows shot up in disbelief and he nearly growled rolling you under him.

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in the face of all that’s known

ch. 1 out of 10; pg-13 to R; MSR UST; angst/case-file; set immediately after Amor Fati; After years of being gaslit by the universe at large, Scully seeks to overcome an overwhelming despondency (and Mulder’s attempts to crawl into her brain) by solving the mystery of the Town That Didn’t Know Anything. Without Mulder.

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Author’s notes: Jesus, this took me a long time. I wrote and rewrote and rewrote it again. Writing as Scully does not come very natural to me (I find Mulder a lot easier), but I have high hopes for this and want to write a story that both fleshes out characters we know and love while telling a bizarre and slightly scary little story. Constructive critique would be very helpful. Beta readers, too. Readers in general would be great. I hope you enjoy it.

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ch. 1

His head felt heavy in her lap. Dead weight, a crate of oranges, ten large textbooks neatly stacked from her thighs to the tip of her nose. Heavy, damp and feverish as she stroked his hair, mindful of the bandages that capped it.

The tape recorder on the coffee blinked spider-like in the dark and waited patiently in apology for the restlessness of its owner. It listened because she didn’t want to, not really. But in dreamy monologue he referred to it, a cold, black thing, as you, I couldn’t find you, then you were there, can you get me a glass of water. And then we. He said we a lot.

She turned it off when the pain meds kicked in and he began lolling about, lifting his fingers in the air to count them and fail, rolling his face into her belly and burrowing in like a sleepy lapdog.

“I spent a good amount of my life trying to get in other people’s heads,” he moaned into her shirt, talking to air. “But you find out there’s not a lot worth listening to.”

“You’re not still hearing them,” she wondered uneasily. He bumped his head insistently against the fingers that stopped moving in his hair and she resumed petting him.

“I am a little,” he admitted. “Bits and pieces filter in. The headaches are gone. I hear maybe a few voices at a time, and only when they’re right next to me.” His chuffed laughter into her bellybutton tickled and made her squirm. “It’s why I don’t let you take me to my PT appointments. You should’ve seen how disappointed Brendon was that it would be me stretched out over that medicine ball.”

Her fingers had stopped again but now he was too tired to pout. The solid heat of him in her lap, the humid air of his sweltering apartment: how worthless it all was in calming her cold as lake water insides. It filled her suddenly like a downed ship. “It’ll stop soon,” she said, not bothering to mask the harshness of her voice. Why even bother? “Dr. Farrah said your brain activity is steadily decreasing to a normal rate. You’ll be cleared for desk duty at the start of next week.”

He pulled his head back and stared at her. Topsoil brown in the pulsing light of the fish tank, they bored into her, a psychic lobotomy, and she felt him inside her playing clumsy archeologist.

His voice went louder than it had in weeks, intrusive and unaware like the rest of him, his gangly limbs and too big nose and tendencies to never shut up. “Not yet. I’m not ready yet.”

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Just a small bite

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

BTS AU

One Shot

A/N: I am starting to go through all the requests.Slowly I hope to finish them and make space for new.I hope you like this one and sorry for any mistakes. Gifs aren’t mine. This is from ‘your’ POV.

Requested by: Anonymous 

Request: “Hey can u please do a BTS Jimin Au just the boys where ONLY Jimin is a werewolf and he gets angry easily and can barely ever control himself and one blood moon or eclipse or something he completely loses control and goes on a killing spree and almost kills JungKook then somewhere in the story finds out the Female alpha who bit him then they become mates….? 

Word count:  4,617

Warnings: blood.


  It wasn’t easy to be different, it wasn’t easy to be a creature many feared.You were born this way and couldn’t change it, not only that but fate had chosen to give you all the power it had. From your first cry you were a werewolf, since you reached the age of 10 you were an alpha.

  Many thought it was strange, a female being an alpha?Yet no matter what they thought no one could say anything, you were the one with all the power.You had the whole pack in your hand and could do with them whatever you wanted. 

  You did go to school everyday like a normal person, except the fact that almost all the time you had people of your pack around you.Slowly as you go older you started noticing that most of the wolves in your pack ,that were the same age as you found mates.They were in love and happy, you on the other hand had only yourself.

  Yet since little you had your eye on one boy, a very charming one.He was supper adorable, but once he started growing up his chubby cheeks turned into a sharp jawline.His body was strong and muscular.People started calling him the strongest guy on school grounds.Most were afraid to talk to him and his friends, but girls still drooled over them. With each day passing you were starting to think about him even more that usual.But you never told anyone, you couldn’t. How would your pack react to you falling in love with a human. 

  You were only at the age of 16 when you realized what he had done to your heart.The thing is, you couldn’t speak to him at all.Your pack members were always with you, trying to protect you from possible harm that might befall you.His friends were always around him as well. One night you finished school latter than expected.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”you looked at the males of your pack

“Ok, let’s go.”the boy with dark green hair got pulled back by another 

“Where the hell do you think you are going?The girls bathroom?”he pushed him on a chair “Sit your ass down Jack.”

“You are a total ass you know that right Mark.”he growled at the the brown haired boy

“Relax you too.If Jenny wasn’t on a class trip she would have gone with Y/N.Let’s just wait.”

“Thank you B.”this person had been with you since you became an alpha.He was super cool and chill most of the time and you liked to call him B, even if it was just a letter.His hair was a bit longer than the others and jet black 

“What if something happens to her?” Jack jumped of the chair 

“Are you underestimating an alpha?” asked B with an amazed look on his face

“It’s not that…”he sat back down and you patted his back with a smile

“I will be fine Jack. Just wait a bit for me, ok?”he nodded and you left the classroom

  The bathroom was empty, maybe because you were the only ones left in the building. You washed your hands and stopped the running water, turning towards the second stall from the window towards the door.Reaching inside your bag you pulled out a few big bandaids and slipped them under the door. As you opened the bathroom, footsteps were heard and someone pulled you back inside.The lights suddenly turned off.You found yourself in someone’s lap, he was strong and definitely hurt.The foot steps disappeared shortly.The man that was behind you sighed and his body relaxed. You turned around and gasped, his name escaping your lips.

“Park Jimin!” 

“How can you see me in the dark Y/N?”he asked 

“How can you?”you returned the question 

“I recognized your voice.”

“Me…me too.” judging by the smell in the air you looked at his face and arms “You are hurt.”

“You must really have good eyesight.”

  You reached in your bag again and pulled out a disinfecting spray and treated all of his wounds. He relaxed after everything was over and the stinging sensation passed by.

“I was shocked when you pulled me back.”you told him

“I was shocked when you slid the bandaids under the door.You are really amazing aren’t you.Why do you have a whole pharmacy in your bag though?”

“My pac-, I mean my friends fight like cubs most of the time.”you giggled and reached out “Let’s get going.”he agreed and you tried to pull him up.Sadly his body was heavier that you thought and slipping you fell on top of him, hitting your head with his. “Oh my god.”you looked at him “Are you ok?” dismissing the light kiss that happened, which he obviously didn’t notice.

“I am, are you?”he asked getting up this time on his own and helping you as well

“Yeah, I am ok.”you blushed a bit 

 Once you walked out in the corridor you saw that the lights were all on.Loud footsteps echoed again.

“Shit, they are back!”you grabbed his sleeve and tugged a bit 

“No, it’s ok.It’s not them.”

“JIMIN!”a bunch of boys yelled, obviously his friends 

“Y/N!”you heard your name and soon your boys came as well

“What happened here.”asked the pretty boy of the school, Jin, he did look pissed off “Who the hell are you?”he looked at you

“Y/N are you ok?”asked B 

“What the hell is your problem!?” hissed Mark

“I want to know the same thing.Why was she with our leader?”asked Namjoon

“Careful who you are talking to!” Mark was supper angry, but Jack pulled him back

“Let’s go.”

“Wait…Y/N…”B’s voice trembled “Is this….”everyone looked at you and noticed the blood onto his fingers, his eyes moved to Jimin noticing the same substance onto his lips as well.Suddenly B’s mind traveled to all kinds of places. “You little…” 

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Ok I just love to imagine Revali bonding with the others like:

One day Urbosa gave up on doing her hair and Revali quickly walked over and started to make it look presentable. When asked why he responded “you cannot be seen with me like that.”
Now Revali will always mess with Urbosa’s hair subconsciously

Revali and Mipha gossiping, he never knew that she could be so funny and cold. They periodically drag Link, Mipha doing it in a friendly way while Revali is a cold blooded murderer (or he likes to think he is)

Daruk just swings Revali over his shoulder and Revali is so confused but now he’s always getting piggy back rides from the other.

(I love them ok and Revali’s my fav)

Best Friend’s Sister II - Sidekick

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Speight-sister!Reader

Summary: Rob and the Reader decided to take things a step further, but what would Richard think of them both together?

Warnings: sweaaaaaaaring….

A/N: This one-shot was inspired by Sidekick by Walk the Moon

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“She Wants to Sit on Your Face.” [Dylan O’brien]

Originally posted by noches-de-llanto

New writing style. From now on I will be writing in First point of view instead of third person unless I feel the need to write in third person. Hope this doesn’t change anything :). I will still continue “can you let your baby be my girl” in third person though but not new imagines like this one.

Warnings: a little bit of oral smut. Time-Jump.

y/bf/n: your best friend’s name.

y/n: your name

Song to play while reading. 

Another song to play while reading this.

I have been standing in line to meet the cast of teen wolf for about thirty minutes. The line had been long, my best friend and I were finally two people away from coming face to face with an adorable sex god, of course the rest of the cast was there and I have been really excited to meet them especially tyler as well, but Dylan. Oh he was another story, I was basically how Stiles was with Lydia in season one. 

I loved his acting, and when he’s not acting, his ability to be such a funny person without ever being rude. From what I’ve seen. Fame hasn’t changed how he portrays himself at all. I really wished I knew him personally, but the chances of that can make me laugh for hours. 

The person in front of us has finally got to the front. Since I was closer now, I could hear his voice, and it was angelic. After two-three minutes, He hugged the girl in front of us as she was starting to move to the rest of the cast. 

Everything started going in slow motion now or at least it felt like it. I couldn’t believe it, he was right in front of me. My best friend started approaching him as so did I only slower. She greeted him first as he smiled beautifully as he hugged her.

His eyes then narrowed to me and I felt a little anxious. His smile disappeared as his eyebrows raised a little. Instantly I felt subconscious. Did I have something on my face? Was my outfit not good? Did my hair look like a mess? 

“Hey, come here!” His smile returned, as he was now greeting me with open arms. Suddenly everything I planned to say to him vanished.

 I couldn’t remember what I wanted to say. Do you ever plan a conversation in your head in case a certain situation comes up, even though you know the conversation won’t turn out that way because people don’t follow your brain’s script? 

Yeah well my brain’s script was corrupted right now. I quickly hugged him hopefully he liked the scent of my perfume. Yes I know, pathetic but I couldn’t help it.

“Well aren’t you a shy one?” I started pulling away, I could still feel the vibrations of his voice. Amazing.

“Shy?” y/bf/n chuckled.

“This little shorty is far from shy.”  Oh please don’t do it y/bf/n. Please don’t bring up something embarrassing. 

“She once told me that she wants to sit on your face.”

“No I didn’t.” I denied like a logical person would.

“Oh really Then who is this? ‘Oh my god I want to strangle him with my legs!!’” She moaned a little mocking me.

Dylan was watching this whole exchange and I was embarrassed by every second of it.

“I do not talk like that!”

I was cursing so much in my head right now. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I was face-palming myself. Dylan literally heard all of that come out of her mouth! I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to look at him again some time.

“Why.” I glared at her, as I face-palmed myself for the second time but this time for a shorter amount of seconds. I decided to glance at him now, he was laughing shyly looking down. I’m sure he didn’t hear that from fans often. 

Of course in person I mean, online people even say they want him to stab their pussy along with calling him daddy or dad. 

“That’s very, descriptive.” He replied. 

Well this day turned out way different than I thought.

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Dylan’s POV.

The day went well. I was getting ready for bed in my hotel room, brushing my teeth and face was the last task of the day.

As I finished, I laid on my bed. There was something I couldn’t get off my mind. It was that sweet fan and her best friend that confessed A LOT about her in a matter of seconds.

I remember her name very quickly. Y/N. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t help but stop my tracks when I first caught a look of her. Not to mention, she smelled heavenly. My thoughts soon started drifting to heroutfit though, and that skirt she wore.

The words, She wants to sit on your face and strangle him with my legs kept echoing through my head when I thought about her outfit. I started to imagine myself underneath her, eating her out, and It made me hard.

Did I stop these thoughts of mine? no. Did I feel guilty about thinking about a fan like that? yes. It felt unprofessional of me. 

But. I. Just. Couldn’t. Stop. So I just drifted to sleep as the imaginations became more vivid.

My dreams were very interesting that night.

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(Time Jump)

Two years later, Y/N and I were now very close friends. It just happened, she started working on making films and tv shows, she was in charge of the editing and capturing the scenes together once they were filmed. This made it difficult to not bump into her.

She had worked with two movies I had done. Of course, when I saw her again last year she wasn’t the shy fan I had met.

She still was a fan last year but she had hid it well. Now, she sees me as an annoying dork who always texts and calls her about the most random things. 

Your POV.

My phone kept ringing making me lose focus every minute Dylan called. What did that annoying bastard want now? I was getting sick of it, so I gave up.

“What.” You sighed picking up the phone.

“It’s about time women.” He did a funny accent.

“Dylan I’m working.” I  laughed. I couldn’t stay annoyed with him for long.

“You’re still at work? It’s so late, I bet you’re just doing tomorrow’s work like you always do. I bet you’re even the last one there.”

I looked around, yep. No one else but me. How did he know this?

“Because I’m outside and no other car is parked here except yours.” I didn’t realize I had blurted out that question out loud until he responded to it.

 “Let me in”. his laugh was heard from the other line as soon as he knew he was right.

I quickly walked out of the editing office, as I passed the current movie set.  Unlocking the door, there he was in the flesh. Walking him to my dark office that only had a little lamp on, he set himself on the couch I sometimes slept on when I had to work a lot.

He was wearing light grey sweatpants and a black shirt. His hair was up in the usual way, and I could tell he recently shaved his facial hair. I see Dylan as a regular friend now but sometimes, I still want to jump on him like I wanted two years ago.

That feeling lasts one second before I stop myself though. 

“Are you hungry?” He spoke interrupting my illegal thoughts, that’s when I noticed the plastic plate with a wrapped foil around them as he was also carrying one soda with a straw. 

“Yes! I was craving tacos so much right now. Could you read thoughts?” I smirked, Dylan knew my appetite too well.

“I wish.”

“True.”

I grabbed the food and sat next to him on the couch. He watched as I ate the first out of three tacos I had. Good thing I didn’t notice until now because I hated when people stared at me while I ate.

I always felt like I looked like a dumbass eating. Once I noticed his stare I turned to him as I finished eating the first taco. It made me wonder what he was thinking.

“Oh my god did you eat already? Sorry, here.” I offered him a taco, his face only refused. “I ate a while ago, thank you. I’m not hungry,” I nodded and kept eating. I was kind of glad, I was really hungry.

“-for that at least.” The last few words of his sentence caused me to turn around again, he was staring down at my bare legs. Shit did I miss a spot when I shaved my legs?

After five minutes, I finished eating. He kept giving me those stares again though. Annoying because I was now aware. What was happening with him today? He was more serious than usual. 

“Remember the first time I met you Y/N?” My eyes widened at the thought. The things that were said still haunt me.  

“When your y/bf/n said that you wanted-” This is the first time he had brought this up.

“DON’T you dare say it Dylan.”

“You really had a thing for me back then didn’t you.” He cracked up.

“Well I don’t. That was before I knew how you really were.” I felt a blush creep on my face.

“You wanted to sit on my-” That was it, I was getting fezzed up. I decided I was going to cover his mouth to prevent him from saying what he was going to keep mocking me about.

He unexpectedly moved back as I had to hover over his stomach to shut him up. I didn’t noticed the distance between our faces because my main task was to stop him. 

“Okay. I won’t say it.” My oblivious self believed it as I removed my hand and backed up a little. 

“Sit on my face.” Dammit. 

My eyes snapped back at him in annoyance, “You said you weren’t going to say it! Ugh!” Just as I was about to get off him he grabbed my wrist and pulled me as close as he could to him.

“No. Y/N. I mean, I want you to sit on my face.” His expression showed something I’ve never seen before. Lust. He didn’t seem to be joking. Where was he going at?

 His hands started roaming my hips, he kept them there for a little. His lips suddenly attacked mine. I was struck.

Of course kissing back wasn’t a problem for me. His lips felt so good. It made me crave more. I wanted them everywhere. I wanted his lips to kiss all over my body. 

His hands unzipped my skirt. “You were wearing this skirt when I met you. That’s why when I saw you today, it made me think of that day. Today I wanted nothing than to rip it off you.”

“That night I wanted so badly to pleasure you. To make you moan my name.”

He literally just said he was thinking about me sexually that night. Holy shit. What. the. Fuck. I turned him on. Damn.

He continued as my panties were taken off quickly.

“I want to taste you so bad.” His voice shivered through my ear. 

He wasted no time as he pulled my legs closer and wrapped them around his face. It was as if I was wrapping paper and he was the birthday present. The second his tongue touched me. I melted.

He was licking my clit so eagerly, it was as if it was his job. His hands tightened my legs and pushed them further into him. It was as if he didn’t want to miss a single place. “oH my god.”

“DON’T STOP.” His mouth kept going at it for many minutes, touching me more harsher the more I begged. 

I didn’t know I needed this so bad until it happened.

He felt so good, I gabbed the back of his head and pushed him more into me. He soon hit the right spot. Causing me to let out more various moans and cursing.

“Fuck.”

“Dylan!”

I finally cummed as I felt him smirk under me. “Let’s go to my house.” He seductively said referring to what we just did. “I want you to ride me on my bed.”

I repositioned myself next to him, as I put my clothes back on.

He looked at me and shrugged, “Guess I was hungry.”

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HAHAHAHA. AHAHAHA. So I’m going to go take a cold shower now guys. Goodbye. I’m going to hell along with all of you sinners.

Misty Eyes 2/?

|Part One|

Pairing: Pietro x Elemental!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of torture, emotional

Word Count: 1665

Summary: Pietro Maximoff has been a part of your life ever since H.Y.D.R.A., where the three of you became tightly-knit friends, and have been ever since. After the battle of Sokovia, he became an even bigger part of your life when you threatened him for almost dying and accidentally slipped up about your feelings. Now, everything is absolutely perfect. But it all goes downhill when H.Y.D.R.A. comes looking for you, and time is running out.

Author’s Notes: If you’re not a tea drinker, just picture it as coffee. If you’re not a coffee drinker, picture it as a hot drink you like. I’ll try to get another one out by the weekend.

As always, thanks, loves <3

“Morning,” I chirp as I walk into the dimly lit kitchen, causing Natasha to rest her head on her elbows with a smirk playing on her lips just before yawning. With a sigh, I reach into the cupboard to grab my mug along with a box of tea. I hold the cup in one hand after setting the tea down and turn my other hand palm up in the air. The warm glow surrounds my hand as a small stream of water flows from the tap, meandering gracefully through the air in delicate spirals. With a single flick, the water morphs into dainty crystalline butterflies, gliding through the air. A smile finds its way on my lips as I manipulate the intricate streams with the wave of my hand.

“Ahem.”

I immediately funnel the water into my mug and turn my head to the source of the sound, a slight blush evident on my face. I resume making my tea, opening the newly bought box and taking out a bag.

“You seem unusually happy,” Nat remarks as she stifles another yawn. I roll my eyes playfully as I place the cup on the counter, the warm glow of my powers surrounds my hand and it lashes out to the cup. The light engulfs the mug and, within seconds, it’s steaming hot. My powers recede, so I plop the tea bag into the warm liquid, which immediately gives off a strong aroma.

You seem unusually tired,” I smirk, making eye contact with her as I take a sip of my tea, the warm liquid filling the pit in my stomach. I rest my elbows on the counter as she sends a glare my way.

“Didn’t get much sleep, did you?” I add innocently, taking another sip of tea.

“I got about four hours,” She shrugs. “But, just so you know, I heard everything,” Natasha grins as she takes a drink of coffee.

“Everything?” I ask, choking on my tea as my face flushes crimson.

“Everything.”

I sit myself up on the counter and go back to drinking my tea while Nat goes back to eating. I sigh and look at the clock - five thirty, this is going to be a long day. The sound of footsteps draws my attention. Wanda practically skips into the kitchen, grinning like an idiot as she makes her way to the cupboard before pulling out cereal and a bowl.

“Your plan worked just so you know,” Wanda smirks as she pulls the fridge door open before grabbing the milk. I stare at her in shock, my mouth gaping open. How could she possibly know about our plan? My thoughts are interrupted by yet another set of footsteps. Wanda quickly makes her way over to you.

“Tony got absolutely no sleep last night, thanks to you and my brother. He spent the last six hours drinking in the conference room. I think you drove him crazy… oh.”

“Wanda, what’s wrong?” I almost hesitate to ask.

“He’s going to be here in five, four, three, two…” She trails off, moving to sit by Nat. Right on cue, Tony saunters in with exhaustion written all over his face.

“Wonderful! It’s the little witch that ruined my precious beauty sleep. Where’s the Sokovian speedster?” He exaggerates, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

“He, uh, went for a run about an hour ago. He should be back in a bit,” I mumble, silently wishing for this awkward conversation to end. A streak of blue light suddenly appears around the room and fades just as fast. Wanda smiles slightly, stealing a glance at something to my right. Not even a second later, a set of fingers interlaces with mine and the smell of peppermint and grass fills the air. A smile instantly finds its way onto my face and I turn my head to meet my boyfriend’s icy blue eyes.

“Dobro morining, lepa,“ He says before pressing his lips to my forehead.

“Jutro, moja ljubezen,” I respond as he leans back on the counter with an arm slung loosely around me.

“So uh, what’d we miss last night?” I sheepishly ask, swirling around the remaining tea in my mug as Nat and Tony bicker. The subtle illumination surrounds my finger as I twist the liquid into a small complex rose.

“Nothing besides Sam and Bucky fighting over the last piece of cake,” Nat rolls her eyes as she stands to leave.

"Well other than that, I am permanently scarred for life now, thanks to you two,” Tony adds dramatically before leaving with Natasha.

“Piet?”

“Yes, Draga?”

“Wanna watch Game of Thrones?”

“I’ll set it up.” And in a flash, he’s gone.

“I’ll make the popcorn,” Wanda calls, sending me a cheeky grin.


“And that’s a wrap on season one!” I shout as Wanda heads to the kitchen, laughing.

“Hey, Wanda, are you going to join us for season two?” I call over my shoulder.

“Yeah just give me a-”

“Y/n, you have a call waiting for you in the conference room,” Steve enters the room looking absolutely miserable. Pietro and I share a look. He takes my hand in his, intertwining our fingers together.

“Who’s calling?” I inquire, not breaking eye contact.

“Fury,” He says simply. I swallow hard and sigh, leaning my head back on the couch.

“Do you want me to come with you, Draga?” Pietro asks, bringing my hand to his mouth before planting a small kiss on my knuckles.

“Would you be a dear?” I nervously smile. In a split second, He effortlessly picks me up, holding me to his chest. I close my eyes and bury my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling sharply as the world goes by in a continuous blur. A few seconds later, everything stops.

“I’ll be out here if you need me,” He mumbles into my ear as he gingerly sets me on my feet. I place a chaste kiss on his cheek and give his hand one last squeeze. With a deep sigh, I enter the room and make my way to the desk, immediately noticing the small blinking light on the phone. I ease myself onto the chair, anxiously playing with the tiny string bracelets wrapped loosely around my wrist. I reach out to the phone and press the dreaded button, allowing his voice to fill the room.

“H-hello?” I stutter, bringing my arms to my chest.

“Y/n, this is Nick Fury. I need to share some information that we have recently dug up involving your past with H.Y.D.R.A.,” He starts as memories of the torture come flooding back.

“You know all about how your parents were high-ranking officials that sent you to be morphed into a weapon, and that they later died in an explosion at Strucker’s base, am I correct?”

“Yes, but why is this relevant?” My voice subtly wavering as I pull my knees up to my chest.

“Because your mother did in fact die, but your father is very much alive, and he’s looking to finish his mission; which, by the way, is turning you into the ultimate asset for H.Y.D.R.A.” In that moment, something snaps inside of me.

“So what do I do?” I whisper, all of the memories becoming more and more vivid, bringing a wave of emotion with it.


Mommy? I’m scared.”

“Come on, Y/n, grow up. In this world, you can’t be scared. You have to protect yourself,” She says as she hooks me up to several machines and IVs.

“Mommy, it hurts,” I cry out as she pierces my skin with a hollow needle.

“Learn to live with it.”


“You need to pack three months worth of things and meet me at HQ. Captain Rogers has been informed of your situation. Whether or not you want anyone else to know is your decision. I will send you a file, and everything you need will be in it.” With that, Fury hangs up, leaving me a crumpled mess. My hand subconsciously messes with the bracelets as silent tears stream down my face. Fifteen years of torture to get me these powers. Fifteen years. And now they want me back to mold me into a super weapon.

I rise to my feet, still shaking and move towards the door trying to maintain my composure. But the minute I step foot out the door, I collapse, falling into Pietro’s arms. We slide down the wall holding each other close as my emotions pour out. He rubs soothing circles on my back as the earth shakes slightly, trying to calm me down.

“Piet-”

“Shhh Draga, it’s okay. I heard everything, you don’t need to explain,” His voice cracks slightly as he runs his fingers through my hair. I look up at his face to see him looking away.

“It’ll be alright, ljubezen. I promise,” He whispers.

For just a split second, I could’ve sworn I saw a tear roll down his cheek.


ljubezen - love

Draga - Darling

Jutro, moja ljubezen - Morning, my love

Dobro morining, lepa - good morning, beautiful

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anonymous asked:

Your fic... where Slav whistles though his little beakmouth... is making me so happy right now :,} That's the cutest image ever, all the other images can go home

I’m rather partial to the headcanon that Slav whistles. He strikes me as someone with a noisy mind and when actually content, it helps to have something to keep him preoccupied. 

In general, I’m quite proud of that fic, especially since it was my first time writing a new character (Slav) and it felt like one of those times that the character really just kinda sang to me. There’s this interesting thing where Slav is a restless individual but not, at his core, a high-strung one; he can be that way, but much like Shiro, it’s a property of triggers. 

Writing him in a context with a complete absence of triggers, he’s rather calm, actually, if kind of offbeat in the sense that his mind tracks patterns so quickly that he often kind of skips ahead or takes things directly at face value. I was trying to capture the attitude he had when he was talking about Shiro’s arm. 

“Does it bother you that you have only one?” suggests the idea that patterns, symmetry, and order are significant and important to Slav, and sometimes he thinks on that level before he registers ‘no, this person probably doesn’t wish his traumatic loss of limb was symmetrical.’

In other ways, though, Slav is “wise” in a sense that Shiro could really benefit from, which is what originally inspired that talk. Slav is much more aware of his own issues, and much more accepting of them. Shiro isn’t just suppressing his issues, on some level he hasn’t really taken a deep look inside and figured out exactly what he’s suppressing.

I think that’s a level of nuance sometimes missed in fanwork and analyses. I know I missed that, initially. But it kind of makes sense. Shiro hasn’t really had the time for quiet introspection. A lot of his situation, he’s had to try and manage or prepare for the next situation rapidly, focus on other things. He doesn’t realize most of his symptoms until someone calls attention to him or he trips on them- suddenly having flashbacks or panic attacks. Anxiety? Skyrocketing stress levels around certain stimuli? Would be even harder to pin down but I can imagine him having a surge and then afterwards being sort of shaken by it, like “whoa, wait, where did that come from?”

And even when sometimes he does have the time for it, I feel like he’d be a little cautious to do so, subconsciously, because… he’s not going to like what he finds. “So getting abducted by the space empire may have messed with my head more than the amnesia and this might be a semi-permanent fixture of my personality going forwards” is not exactly a fun game to play with yourself.

But Shiro really needs to think about this more. Especially because his reflexive, reactionary “come on don’t do this to me right now” is getting him nowhere.

Overlooked Efforts | Oh Sehun

GenreFluff, Angst

Word Count1.6k

Summary - In which you claim to be not jealous of Sehun’s new study accomplice, deciding to make him jealous in revenge. Well that ends well…

(REQUESTED)

Harry Potter AU

 

Y/N’s POV

It was a fine afternoon I spent strolling through the halls, midst conversation with Chanyeol as we walked towards the library. After stopping in front of the huge pair of double doors, we were immediately told not to enter by a very suspicious looking Baekhyun.

“You can’t go in” He shrieked as I tried to push past him

“Umm yes I can, and frankly I’m a bit late so I have to go in like now” I admitted, already being worried about the diva strop Sehun was going to throw when I entered late to our study session. I’d already told him to halt his quiditch practices for this, so I couldn’t make myself seem more unpleasant as to show up late to my own given time.

“Just take my word for it and go in some other time. I don’t want to see you hurt” Baekhyun suggested, making me more confused about his antics than I usually was anyway. I tried to look into the large room for any possible clues, but he’d placed his arms across

“Baek what are you talking about? I’m getting late for my study session with Sehun, and he really doesn’t like it when I’m late” I rushed

“You can’t go in because… He has someone else with him in your spot!” He blurted

“Under the staircase? Is it one of his quiditch teammates again? Cause I’ve told hi-” I began to fume

“It’s a girl…” Baekhyun ended, cowering behind Chanyeol as soon as the words left his mouth.

“W-what? Who is she?” I tried to keep my calm

“Siena from Ravenclaw, I heard them talk about her being his tutor for a while now” He nervously informed

“Oh her! She’s hot” Chanyeol decided to pipe up, and I instantly shot him a death glare

“Hot as in… She needs to uh - cool off with all that ugliness! Eww” He changed, mirroring Baekhyun’s nervous look.

“I just don’t know why he’d pick her over me” I huffed, looking over and trying to spot the two. I sucked in a short breath when I saw the giggly pair stumbling out from behind the large bookshelves. As soon as Sehun spotted me standing with Chanyeol, the grin on his face turned upside down; his attention momentarily with me before he went back to his preferred friend. “Put your arm around me” I muttered to Chanyeol

“What?” His eyes widened at my sudden request

“Put. Your. Arm. Around. Me” I enunciated as he shook his head.

“Y/N I don’t think this is a good- Never mind” Baekhyun gave up as I grabbed Chanyeol’s arm and put it around my shoulder. I spotted Sehun’s glare at the corner of my eye, and a satisfied smile took over my face.

“Y/N what do you think you’re going to get out of this?” Chanyeol sighed as he pulled me closer. Him being my best friend meant that this kind of skin ship was a usual. But I knew he felt uncomfortable when he found that it had another purpose.

“I’m not entirely sure, but I think it’s working” I nervously admitted, turning to grin at him. “Look I’m sorry, but I don’t know what happened. I don’t know… Why I did that” I shook my head

“Is there a chance you may be, I don’t know… Jealous?” Baekhyun wiggled his eyebrows

“I am not!” I snapped, pulling Chanyeol’s arm closer around me. Okay maybe I was a little annoyed, but certainly not jealous. I began to play extended the sleeve of his robe as an act of innocence, but the two continued to give me their suggestive stares.

“Y/N you’re gonna break my arm” Chanyeol warned as he chuckled at my sudden aggressive attitude. “You know you’re kind of hot when you’re jealous” He drawled, lowering down to place a small peck on my cheek.

“Hmm… Put a sock in it Park, he can’t hear you” I chided, kissing his cheek and walking over to the shelves.

I was walking through the rows in search for the basic Hexes spell book, when I heard a familiar voice clear his throat beside me

“So what’s up with you and Chanyeol out there?” Sehun asked, leaning against the shelves as I nonchalantly continued my search for the book.

“A more valid question would be: why do you care?” I replied with a question, tilting my head at his sudden curiosity

“Hmm I don’t know… Maybe it’s the fact that you two strictly claim to be ‘just friends’, but then all of a sudden you act all couple of the year, cuddling and kissing” He accused, causing me to let out a little chuckle at his not-so-subtle sign of jealously. But that would be pointless obviously; he has his own lady to worry about, why would he be jealous of the thought of me with another guy?

“We’re just being friendly” I shrugged, my answer being an instant cue to roll his eyes

“Yeah okay… Because all friendships consist of constant pecks on the cheeks, him wrapping his arms around you every five seconds and you curling up into his chest ever so often. Man would I love to be stuck in a friendzone like that” He scoffed

“Did you just hear yourself?” I laughed “My question still stands though, why do you care? You have your own lady friend, who you picked over me by the way, to be bothered about”  I prompted

"I’m just making sure he isn’t taking advantage of you at this time of dismay which you’re going through…” He sighed

“Excuse me?” I huffed

“Y/N, you can’t lie to me and say that you aren’t the tiniest bit jealous of her. I mean come on! I’ve seen the daggers you give her every time you make eye contact, it’s like you’re thinking of a hundred ways of how to kill her” He laughed to himself as I continued to stand un-entertained by his antics. I was most definitely not jealous of her! I mean sure she had to be the replacement of me being Sehun’s tutor for the past two years, but now that I’ve seen how much of an ass he’s being about this, I’m extremely glad this happened.

“You are just so full of yourself aren’t you? Saying all I ever think about is you. Well news flash mister Oh Sehun, I do not have any feelings for you! Emphasis on NOT!” I clarified “There is no reason for me to be jealous of her so shut your egotistical ass up and leave me alone” I snapped, half-lying to myself

“Jealously so evident in those sentences…” He sighed as I let out a groan at his consistent douchebagery. It’s a word. As the smirk continued to play on his features, I decided to set things straight as I walked up as close as possible to him, looking him in the eye as I spoke

“You listen to me, and you listen to me loud and clear Oh Sehun. I am not jealous of you and your perfect princess of a tutor, so why don’t you just waltz out of this section just as easily as you barged in, and take your asshole vibe with you” I finally hissed pushing his chest back with my hand and walking away; only for my wrist to be instantly gripped by him as he twirled me in to his chest with our arms tangled between us. We tried to steady our breaths as the unwanted tension began to build up again; focusing on anything rather than his face becoming an extremely hard thing to do, staring into each other’s eyes out of will.

“And scene” His low chuckle sent me mixed feelings and right now, this felt extremely frustrating. “Now you listen to me Y/N. My efforts of finding out your feelings towards me have definitely paid off, maybe not in the most graceful way” He began and I continued to impatiently stare at him, but I already kind of caught the drift of this being a confession “And I’d like to clarify one thing before you get mad at me; I had no intention of making you jealous, I just knew ‘Defence Against the Dark Arts’ isn’t your forte so I asked Jian. But when you started getting closer to Chanyeol, I started feeling this odd possessive vibe towards you and I honestly feel like that whenever you’re close to guys” He mumbled

“Sehun you can’t do that… I’m not your girlfriend and people are going to start getting ideas-” I

“Why? Why are you not my girlfriend Y/N?” He asked childishly

“Sehun I-” I began to feel at a loss of words because this wasn’t exactly the conversation I was expecting to have with my best friend. But hey! Here we are now.

“No no no, you like me -Baek told me, you can kill him later- and I’m absolutely crazy about you, so why aren’t you my girlfriend yet?” He

“Asking me would be a good start” I mumbled in the heat of the moment, my eyes widening at my own words as I looked up at him with wide eyes, as if to say ‘I don’t know where that came from’

“So… Do you want to be my girlfriend?” His voice came out unusually nervous as he spoke. My mind was suddenly a mess after I looked up at his hopeful eyes; I subconsciously nodded at his words causing a smug grin to take over his features. I didn’t know what just happened, but apparently I was glad it did.


A/N: I’m really sorry that the ending came out a little… poopy :( But I hope you lovelies liked the rest of the imagine as I have worked really hard on it :) I hope the anon(s) who requested, liked this (yes I merged two requests again, but they paired so beautifully! Please don’t kill me hehe) Thank you all for reading <3

~Shazz xx

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I Told You So (Tony Stark x reader)

Requests: 1. jesslovesfandom said:HIII CAN I REQUEST A TONY X READER (romantic) TAKE IT HOWEVER YOU WANT IT, JUST CAN IT BE SUPER ANGSTY AT FIRST THEN REALLY FLUFFY OK TY TY TY 

2. Will you pls write one where the team goes undercover at a banquet or something and something goes wrong and reader winds up taking a bullet for Tony? With tonyxreader? Thanks!!

Your relationship with Tony Stark was complicated to say the least; there wasn’t a strong enough word in any language suitable for the mess that you had created together.  Steve thought that he had a flash of brilliance when he introduced the two of you, finally seeing a match of intellect, sarcasm and humor in you that no one had been able to handle from the man for more than a few weeks, leaving a long list of names that were too quickly forgotten.

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The Holiday Season

aka the Girl Meets A Christmas Maya fix-it fic to get the redemption of which we were robbed ( read on ao3 )


Although Christmas day was almost unbeatable when it came to the most wonderful time of year, Riley genuinely enjoyed those few days in between the holiday and the New Year. Not-Christmas-but-Not-New-Years. They didn’t have any hallmark association, no commercial gimmick to sell, but they were treasured times. It was days spent with family, enjoying new gifts, curling up with a book or binging shows.

Those days in between felt timeless, relaxed and content. They didn’t have any special connotation, but that’s what made Riley love them most.

This year is no exception. In a year full of changing friendships, changing comfort zones, changing identities—not to mention the ending of Red Planet Diaries, which was a true earth-shattering adjustment—she is grateful for this peaceful time that didn’t tiptoe out of her reach.

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rax-writes  asked:

If you have the time, I'm pretty sure I literally NEED “kick his ass for me.” with Warren. (Protective badass Warren clears my skin, aces my homework, does my laundry, and just generally gives me life.)

“kick his ass for me.”

My boyfriend’s back and there’s gonna be trouble.

“He said what to you, sweetheart?” Warren asked you, his wings subconsciously fluffing out in a sort of anger at hearing what you had just said.

“He said–”

You’ve been spreading lies that I was untrue.

Warren shook his head, his jaw clenching annoyedly, “I leave on a mission for less than a day and this punk tries to steal my girl…”

“Wh-what are you gonna do, Warren?” you asked him curiously, and he snorted as though it were obvious.

“I’m gonna set him straight,” he said blankly, “Teach him not to mess with me.”

So look out now, ‘cos he’s coming after you.

You knew that you could’ve stopped the fight from occurring, but the thing is, you didn’t want to. Ron, the douchebag who flirted with you and tried to make out with you while Warren was away deserved whatever Warren wanted to dish out on him.

“Kick his ass for me,” you told your angelic like boyfriend, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He knows I wasn’t cheatin. Now, you’re gonna get a beatin. What made you think he’d believe all your lies? You’re a big man now, but he’ll cut you down to size. Wait and see!

Warren went off to defend both your and his honor, and instructed you to stay put in his room for when he got back for the inevitable celebration.

And you knew just how to make that celebration even better.

ameb-stuff  asked:

Hey, I heard you plan on writing some Undertale drabbles? How about post-FINAGLC story, where Sans and Papyrus discuss the content of Pap's nightmares and how to make them less scary? :D

Took a few days but here it is!!  I hope you like it!  ;w;  Please forgive me for how long it is. It’s just what felt natural to me, and I’ve never been good at writing super short bits. This is also the first time I’ve actually written something in probably close to 2 years, so I’m a little out of practice. *NERVOUS*

also, this is set after the events of FINAGLC, by @unrestedjade, which everyone needs to go read if you haven’t yet!!

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Title: And In The Darkness, I Found You

Series: Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing: HideKane/HideHaise

Rating: T

Summary: Perhaps the addition of a certain blond to their family isn’t so bad after all.

Warning: i am not that sorry after all

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