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Wondertrev Week 2017

Day 3 - alternate universe

In which Diana has her own column in The Atlantic, and Steve is the slightly overzealous copyeditor. She keeps her profile clean and professional. He brags about her accolades and has weekly quotes (that he definitely writes to Diana on Post-its first).

I first saw you from my plastic cage

From the wedding band at the back of the stage

In slow motion you caught the bouquet 

In slow motion, I smiled and walked away

Isn’t this the same story we’ve heard before?

hi! we’re a band from south london called bears in trees and this is our new song. it’s called good rhymes for bad times.

thanks for sticking around. x

In the Arms of Justice Pt. 16 (Cop!Bucky Drabble Series)

Characters: reader x Detective Barnes, Natasha, Rumlow. 

Summary: Reader is a witness to a crime, tying her to the investigation as well as the police involved. She never would have guessed how that one night would continue to change her life years later.

Warnings: Some anxiety, also blood, murder, weapon and death mentions (none of it graphic), violence against women, gritty police drama tv show kind of feel.

Word Count: 1054

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A/N: I’M BACK, BABY. A thousand apologies that it took so long for me to find my groove and stop being afraid of this fic. heh. I finally tackled it and miraculously, I’m in love with it again! Detective Barnes is back and I’m so excited for what’s ahead. :D Part 17 will be posted Friday, May 19! 

<<<Part 15  Part 16   Part 17>>>  

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Originally posted by imagine-that-marvel


Entering her office once again, Natasha stepped forward.

“Y/N, this is Mr. Kopecky. His aunt and uncle immigrated from the Czech Republic and he would like to keep them here legally.”

The man was facing away from you, reading the degrees and certificates adorning the esteemed lawyer’s office wall.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Kope…”

As he turned your way, you lost all power of speech, ice freezing in your veins. 


You remained frozen in place, eyes transfixed on the man who held a knife at your throat two nights ago and now haunted your dreams. Although, if you had passed him on the street you might not have recognized him. Instead of the bleach-blond hair and a clean shaven face, he now wore a knitted cap over a bald head with a few days’ stubble dotting his chin. Horn-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose and he wore khaki trousers with a long-sleeved black sweater and dress shoes. If it weren’t for the cold eyes fixed on yours and the scar on his left cheek, you could have sworn it wasn’t the same man.

Light bruising was visible under his eyes, you noticed as he took a few steps forward. His nose might not have been broken by your head striking it, but you definitely left your mark. Seeing him approach from across the room, you finally thawed enough to stumble to Natasha’s side.

“H-how did he get in here?” you whispered to her, your eyes never leaving his face.

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Omg so I’m rewatching To Catch A Jedi because I love pain and I never noticed this before… it’s such a small moment, but right after Wolffe stuns Ahsoka, Anakin goes to her side and touches her wrist/hand. He kind of rubs it gently. I never caught the subtle motion before, but it’s such a gesture of concern and it hurts my heart in the best way because he loved her so much. Anakin and Ahsoka’s master-padawan relationship, their friendship, is so important and it brought out so much more to Anakin than any other relationship in the series or the movies imo. Idk I just… ;___;

“Broken” (Chapter Four)

I love this Chapter! I love Bucky getting to know the team better, and I love Sam. Bucky and Tony talk for the first time as well, and its a sweet moment. Long chapter, almost 3500 words.

Please make sure if you’re reading this you at least hit the like button, I am tagging ALOT of people, and am only getting about half of liking it, and maybe a handful of people reblogging, which is super discouraging. Writers don’t ask for much, so please just show the fic a little love! Ill post again when most of the tag list has responded to the fic!

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Out of everyone, it was Sam who made the first real effort to drag Bucky out of his room and into the world.

Sure, Clint would come and knock on the door if Bucky was late for a meal, and of course Steve invited Bucky along to everything he did, even if it was just walking downstairs for some coffee. But it was Sam who decided that he had had enough of Bucky hiding away after a week or so and showed up to change it.

“Bucky!” He knocked on the bedroom door loudly. “Bucky, I know your ass is awake, open this door. Don’t make me come in after you!”

“Sam.” Bucky opened the door and looked at Sam cautiously, left arm behind his back, wings nearly hidden behind his shoulders. “Are you looking for Steve? He’s in the–”

“Looking for you.” Sam folded his arms across his chest, wings rising in interest as he looked Bucky up and down. “I was thinking– I know you can run, seen it for myself. You want to go for a run with me this morning? Usually Cap goes with me, but he’s taking his sweet time in that shower so why don’t you and I just go?”

Bucky shifted uncertainly at the thought of leaving the Tower at all, much less without Steve, and looked back into the room as if hoping Steve would appear and make a decision for him.

Sam caught the quick motion and cleared his throat. “What, you need permission? You’re a big boy, come on. Get some fresh air, wind through your wings, all of that.” Then he raised an eyebrow challengingly. “Unless of course you think I’m gonna outrun your ass. You’re as old as Steve right? Pushing a hundred?”

“A hundred?” Bucky blurted before he could catch himself. “The hell I am!” 

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A Breach of Trust: Chapter 13

(Act 1: Chapter 1-9 )

(Act 2: Chapter 10 || Chapter 11 || Chapter 12 || Chapter 13 || Chapter 14 || Chapter 15 || Chapter 15.5 || Chapter 16 || Chapter 17 || Chapter 18)

(Act 3 Chapter 19+)

When Reigen finally threw open the doctor office’s door, frantic and frazzled and 42 minutes late, he was certain he’d walked into the wrong room.

Colorful was the first thing to come to mind, between the wallpaper and the rug and the toys scattered across it. Blocky cartoon animals rung the wall, each a solid unnatural unapologetic color: pink tiger followed by orange monkey followed by green giraffe. The rug matched in vibrancy, stark geometric patterns stained across it like paint spatter. Camouflaged among the pinks and blues and greens were the toys: one abacus-like contraption of twirling wires and movable pieces, two simplistic puzzles where single pieces belonged distinctly to each of the six gouges in their surfaces, a single plastic truck gunked at the wheels with paint chipped along all sides from years of use.

Reigen looked up, and registered the three distinct sets of moms and children spread around the waiting room, each parent varying degrees of visibly exhausted. The left-most mom sat rocking a snotty and red-cheeked baby on her knee. The right-most spoke quietly and tersely on the phone while her son probed her iPad. The brother-sister pair in the center eyed the abacus toy on the rug with furtive, eager glances to their mom and back.

Reigen would have eased the door shut with a quiet, embarrassed apology for his mistake. He didn’t, once he noticed the married couple tucked away in the wooden chairs in the corner. Recognition registered like surprise in Reigen’s mind—he hardly recognized them—and it was Jun who caught his eye. She flagged him over.

He stepped carefully across the colored rug, lest he step on some well-disguised toy strewn somewhere. He kept his steps high, and relaxed only once he’d made it to the open seat beside Tetsuo. He took it, attention divided between Tetsuo and the kids, who filled him with sort of a confused wonder–the brother-sister pair had now scrambled to the abacus toy, eyes alight, and were spinning its plastic pieces.

“Dr. Wong is a pediatrician,” Jun said, following Reigen’s eyes and guessing at his silent confusion.

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Home Series, Part Five

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst

A/N: This was only suppose to be a very long one shot. No beta this time. Song for this part: Here Comes Your Man by the Pixies

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?    

Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10    Part 11  Part 12 Epilogue

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anonymous asked:

Tony is the type of person to not sleep for 20+hours and be found in hysterics because he's built a perpetual motion machine that keeps a slinky going

“Hey, baby, you know I love you, but I gotta ask- what the goddamn fuck.”

Steve stared down at their room in shock, coat dangling off his fingers as he got caught in the motion of throwing it over the chair. He looked around their bedroom- or at least, what was left of it, with a gaping mouth.

It seemed in the night Steve had been away, Tony had disassembled…everything. Cupboards, bed, electricals- it was all lying in pieces on the floor around Tony. It looked like someone had taken a bat to the place and started swinging with abandon.

And slap bang in the middle, lying on his stomach as he cackled hysterically at the bizarre device in front of him, was Tony himself.

He looked up at Steve as he entered, and smiled brightly. “Hey, Steve,” he waved in front of him, and Steve frowned, watching as the multi-coloured slinky went over and over and over, “I just solved the mystery of creating perpetual motion… and guess what I’m using it for?

He pointed down at the toy- and then he burst out laughing again.

Steve couldn’t help but smile fondly- Tony must have been pretty tired to be this far gone. “Do I want to know why you decided to change the world of physics forever whilst sat in your underwear in the middle of our bedroom, using-” he turned a little, holding the door as it suddenly collapsed, “-door hinges?”

Tony shrugged. “I got bored. You said you’d come home hours ago. I didn’t wanna go to sleep before you got here.”

Steve sighed, beginning to take a few tentative steps forward and trying not to crush various objects that littered the floor. “Honey, how long has it been since you got a good rest?”

Tony just stared at the slinky a little more, snorting. “God, I love my brain.”

“Right,” Steve declared, bending down and taking Tony’s shoulder softly, “come on, love, I think it’s time to stop, for now.”

Tony slapped him away weakly, pointing to the machine. “But Steve. Steeeeve. It… it hasn’t stopped moving yet. I wanna watch it stop.”

“It won’t ever stop, sweetheart, that’s why they call it perpetual motion,” Steve scooped him up gently, and he felt Tony’s laugh against his shoulder as the man’s head dropped in exhaustion.

“I’m so damn clever,” he muttered, arms winding instinctively around Steve’s neck as he hoisted them both up.

“Yes, you are,” Steve answered, kissing him on the temple, “but you’re also very stupid. Next time, just go to sleep, rather than wait up for my sake.”

“But I like seeing your face,” Tony grumbled, head jerking up, looking at Steve before he pressed a messy kiss to his cheek.

It didn’t last too long- he burst into another round of laughter shortly after. “A fucking slinky, holy shit, I am the best-”

Steve just shook his head in fond amusement; placing Tony down at his side of the bed and then pulling the covers over him. “Close your eyes, love- it’ll still be spinning in the morning.”

“Damn right it will,” Tony muttered, still smiling, “‘m gonna take a selfie and send it to CERN- I hate those stuck up assholes.”

“You do that,” Steve stroked the hairs off Tony’s forehead, pressing a kiss there before hopping around to his side and getting comfy next to Tony. There was a rather ominous creaking noise, and Steve felt something snap underneath him, but he didn’t want to deal with that right now. Tony would fix it all in the morning. Hopefully.

Tony chuckled to himself once more, before it merged into a little snore. Steve wondered if he’d even been awake at all whilst he’d been making that machine.
 It said something about the both of them that Steve genuinely couldn’t tell the difference, sometimes.

Steve huffed, rolling over and sliding his arms around Tony’s waist. He pressed a soft kiss into Tony’s hair, and the man sighed happily, tucking himself further into Steve’s hold.

Solving the mystery of perpetual motion. All in a day’s work, really.

Shut Up and Listen (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Plot: Reader just loved the rain

A/N: Hey guys feel free to request if you’d like! Enjoy!!!

Warnings: Pietro is kinda annoying, a curse word or two, mentions of sex

Tagged! @lilasiannerd

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

On rainy days, the base felt more like a home. It was an unspoken rule that rainy days were off days and meant for just lounging around. Initially the rain meant team bonding, but then Tony would be in California, Clint at the farm, and everyone on random missions. 

You liked these rainy days, no one really tried to be annoying or extra loud, because everyone just collectively loved rainy days.

You took to the second floor living room area, sat at the base of one huge window with a warm, comfy blanket, some ear buds and your phone, sometimes a book, and a cup for tea that was always magically refilled just the way you liked it. Maybe not magic, Vision took it upon himself to be your tea man and really just attend to the needs of other avengers who also decided to have a nice day in.

You found yourself at the window a nice little comfy spot with blankets and pillows thrown on the floor so you would’t get a sore butt, on your third cup of tea that day, just watching the rain drops race down the window and listening to the sounds outside. 

“What is everyone doing? Do we not have training today?” Pietro called out after running into the common area.

“You can train if you’d like.” Natasha answered from her spot on the couch as she read her book.

“We need to keep our bodies moving, so our bodies do not get used to being lazy!” Pietro exclaimed.

“Pietro, shut the hell up man. Leave us alone!” Sam groaned from the kitchen where he was cooking up a family recipe.

Pietro looked to you to maybe agree with him, but he found you staring out the window intently. He felt so frustrated that no one was doing anything, training would be tough tomorrow, he just felt like he needed to help.

“Wanda!” He whined before he sped off to her room.

“I am in the middle of my movie brother, this better be important.” Wanda sighed.

“You too? Come train with me, get active!” Pietro tried.

“Maybe if you be quiet and stop annoying everybody, you and (Y/N) can get active later.” Wanda responded right before her door shut in his face.

“(Y/N), please, just come spar with me for 15 minutes, please.” Pietro begged you.

“No, Pietro, just sit down, shut up and listen to the rain. Be calm.” You ordered.

He sat down hesitantly right beside you and just stared out the window. He found it very relaxing after a while. He didn’t like watching the rain drops race like you did, he liked watching the branches dip from the rain and he greatly enjoyed the sound.

You both sat there for hours, at first you both sat separately, then he reached for your hand. A couple hours later it was you laying your head on his shoulder, that involved some light conversation, a couple giggles here and there, and a lot of tiny pecks and kisses. 

You were both not that affectionate believe it or not, you were both so busy and always on missions it seemed. When you were both together at the compound and had downtime though, it was little things. Cuddling while the tv or a movie was on, hand holding when you walked to the kitchen or as you ate together, and of course, lots of sex at night, but nobody really saw that.

Before you were both ready to call it a night, your head was rested in his lap, his fingers running through your hair. The rain drops were no longer visible so you just sat and stared at each other lovingly while the heavy rain kept going outside.

“Soup and biscuits are ready! Cookies and cake will be out soon.” Sam called out.

Everyone made their way over to the kitchen, happily taking the food and mentally thanking Sam’s mom for the recipes.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Bucky asked.

“I told everybody.” Sam shrugged.

While in front of the window, you and Pietro were immersed in each other. You played with the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him down occasionally for a deep kiss.

“I love you, Pietro.” You smiled up at him.

“I love you too, my love.” Pietro smiled as he pressed yet another kiss to your lips.

Sam caught the moment, motioning for the team to come over and watch Pietro being quiet and you both loving up on each other.

“That’s adorable.” Bucky whispered.

“Shit! That’s hot!” Sam yelled as Vision accidentally spilled soup on him.

Both you and Pietro stood up quickly, looking for the source of the noise, both relaxing when you saw that it was just your nosey friends.

“Dinner’s ready whenever you guys are.” Bruce smiled.

Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.

WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)


“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.

anonymous asked:

I love your writing, it's so cute and your characterisation is perfect, and I just saw your post asking for ficlet prompts? I've never prompted anything to anyone before, but if it's okay could you write something about virgil bonding with roman about his own creativity? some people are inspired when they're anxious, so I like to think that maybe virgil sketches or writes poetry or plays an instrument, and roman is amazed that anxiety can be creative? No worries if the prompt isn't your thing!!

Aw wow, thanks so much! <3 and thanks for such a lovely prompt! <3

It’s very late at night- or rather very early in the morning, and Roman doesn’t expect anyone else to be awake. He has just chased and built up a Grand Idea, and it will be a little while yet before he’ll be able to sleep. His room isn’t a restful place at the moment, still full of excitement and brainstorming, so he wanders off. 

He certainly does not expect to happen across Virgil, who looks perfectly content at not being in his room. He’s lounging on the couch, flat on his stomach, elbows steadying him as- Roman can’t quite figure out if he’s writing or drawing in a notebook from this distance. Either possibility is obviously a surprise.

“What are you doing?”

He makes sure his voice isn’t too loud (trial and error after figuring out Virgil startles easily when caught unawares), but Virgil still jumps- not quite out of his skin, but close enough.

He lets out a low whistle. “Woah.” He looks up and scrutinises Roman. “Better question. What are you doing up this late?”


There’s no heat in Roman’s reply, though, as he half collapses onto the couch next to Virgil. Automatically, Virgil’s arms curve around the notebook so Roman can’t see anything. He rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, I got the hint, Sir Secretive.”

Virgil wrinkles his nose. “Ugh, please don’t. You’re a ‘sir’, not me.”

“How could you possibly make that sound like an insult?”

“I have a gift. And you’re avoiding the question.”

Roman stretches. “I’m not actually. Just had an idea, too awake to sleep.”

Virgil raises an eyebrow. “The sky’s awake, so you’re awake, then?” he deadpans.

Roman can’t even appreciate the quote when Virgil is still quite clearly intent on obscuring the notebook from view. Roman sighs.

“Relax, I’m not going to look if you don’t want me to.”

Virgil pauses. Then, he coughs. “Um, that’s not quite- I mean- I’m just not finished, that’s all. Just give me a few more minutes.” 

Roman’s eyebrows raise. “Sure,” is all he says, just in case Virgil backs out.

In the few minutes Virgil takes, Roman almost falls asleep. He jolts back to awareness at the muffled sound of an amused, “Here, Sleeping Beauty, think fast!” His eyes snap open just as Virgil throws the notebook at his head.

“Ow! Rude much?”

Virgil rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “You’re the one who fell asleep on me.”

Roman opens the notebook and can’t help his jaw from dropping. There, in the centre of the page, is a pencil sketch of Logan reading an Agatha Christie book. The moment is so perfectly captured, Logan in the middle of turning a page, brow furrowed, eyes alight, that Roman almost thinks it’s a photograph with a filter on top.

“Virgil! This. Is. Incredible. It- it looks like he’s actually breathing.”

Virgil scoffs. “You call everything incredible.”

“But, but it is! It is incredible!” Roman splutters. “It’s… art. When-how-”

Thankfully, Virgil replies even though he’s not even properly asked. He shrugs. “I’ve always drawn. Just haven’t…mentioned it. I mean… if I can’t sleep at night, it’s- relaxing? I guess. It kinda helps that you’re all very expressive. Good subjects. If that’s the right- um, you might want to pick your jaw up from the floor, Princey.”

Roman ignores this, and he starts laughing. “It’s just very creative of you, is all.”

Virgil shrugs again. “You think so?”

“I know so! Just because it isn’t loud and… fanfare-y doesn’t make it any less creative.”

Virgil mouths back ‘fanfare-y’ with a bemused look. “Did you just make fun of yourself? Maybe you do need to sleep.”

“Ha ha. I’m more offended that you haven’t drawn me yet.”

For once, it’s a genuine joke, Roman doesn’t mean anything by it. But Virgil clears his throat, suddenly a little shy. “First page, Mr Ego.”

Roman flicks to the page in anticipation. It’s a sketch of his face, almost taking up the entire page. He’s laughing at something, and Virgil has somehow drawn it in such a way that it seems caught in the motion, as if turning another page would show Roman attempting to speak through his laughter. 

He looks up, but Virgil has gone, presumably back to his room. Roman thinks and thinks, and then carefully writes a note in the right hand corner of the page.

If lost return to Virgil, artiste extraordinaire. 

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Gif source:  Sam

Imagine doing research in a library with Sam during a hunt and when you get up to find another book, he goes after you and you wind up not finding the book because he distracts you by pinning you to the bookshelf and making out with you.

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Sam tapped his pen on the book in front of him as he watched you disappear behind the bookshelf. Finally deciding on something, he drops the pen and abandons the table the two of you had claimed, figuring the books would be more than enough to keep it until he returned from hurrying after you.

You notice Sam round the corner after you as you caught the motion in your peripheral, causing you to abandon skimming the numbers that organized the books, as he quickly invaded your space with a raised brow, “Sam, what—?”

“Shh,” Sam puts a finger to his lips before his hands come to your jawline, tilting your face upwards before pressing them against yours. You melt into his kiss like you always do, the research you’d been doing going to the back of your mind as Sam presses you between himself and the metal shelves of this library’s bookshelf. The smell of books give way to Sam’s cologne, his hair brushing your face as he leans into you, swallowing your giggle.

“Sam,” you gasp in a whisper against his lips when you pull back just enough to smack him softly on the chest, “we’re supposed to be working!” Sam’s lip quirk into a crooked smile as he pecks you on the lips between his words, urging you to give into him for now.

“And,” peck, “we,” peck, “are.”

As if you could argue with that.

Coming Home - Caleb Holloway (Part Five)

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(s): Caleb Holloway/Reader, Felicia Williams, Sydney Williams

Word Count: 2174

Notes: This is extremely emotional, hence why I made it so short, simply because anything too long would have been far, far too hard to handle emotionally and mentally. 

Originally posted by stilinski-ortiz

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Third Wheels - Kaldur x Reader

Prompt: Can you please where Kaldur'ahm/Aqualad (YJ) is taking the reader (who is either a civilian or a superhero that the team isn’t familiar with) on a date and the team decides to stalk them during their date and somehow in the end, they get busted/caught?

“I’m having so much fun tonight, Kaldur.” You said as you walked hand in hand down the pier. “I wish tonight would never end.” You sighed and leaned your head on his arm. He glanced down and smiled at how peaceful you looked with him.

“Me too.” He said.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for awhile, the only sound being the waves crashing against the shore. It was just you, him, and the occasional passerby but for the most part the two of you were alone. As you were starting to get tired you noticed that a small group of teens had been following you for some time.

“Hey Kaldur? I think someone is tailing us.” You whispered low enough so that your shadows wouldn’t hear. Kaldur casually glanced behind him and his hand slid to the hilt of his water bearer that was hidden on his hip. The pair following you caught the motion and stopped in their tracks.

“Shit Rob! Run!” An all too familiar voice yelled before sprinting in a suspiciously fast pace in the opposite direction.

“I told you this was a bad idea!” Robin called to Wally as he ran after him. When they disappeared off into the distance you turned to Kaldur with a perplexed look on your face.

“I can’t believed they followed us.” Kaldur said.

“I can.” You replied.

Welcome to the Freakshow Part 4: Showtime

(horror, angst, etc, this always changes i know)

   No time for mistakes. No time for the past. Forget it all ever happened and move on… If that’s even possible…

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anonymous asked:

"Ouch, I bit my lip… kiss it better?” Ladrien?

“Ouch! I bit my lip.” Ladybug ran her tongue along the cut with a wince. She caught Adrien’s eyes follow the motion. “Kiss it better, hot stuff?”

His eyes blew wide and he made a choking sound. “I…uh, you see…”

She giggled. “I’m kidding, Adrien. Good grief.” She touched a gloved finger to her lip. “It does hurt though. I hate when that happens. Not as bad as biting your tongue. That’s the worst.”

“O-or the inside of your cheek,” Adrien added.

“True,” she nodded, eyeing him. “You got a little flustered there.”

He cleared his throat. “Well, it’s not everyday the most gorgeous hero in Paris asks for a kiss.”

“Obviously you don’t hang out with Chat Noir enough then,” she grinned.

Adrien frowned. “You don’t kiss Chat Noir.”

“Only the once. I more meant the most gorgeous hero in Paris, and he definitely asks for kisses on the regular.”

“Wait, what?!”

Ladybug blinked. “Um, Chat Noir is always trying to get kissed?”

“Not that.” Adrien shook his head. 

“Chat is the most gorgeous hero in Paris?” Ladybug tried again.

“We’re definitely coming back to that, but the first thing…”

“Oh, I kissed Chat Noir once to break an akuma’s spell,” she said with a wave of her hand.


“Dark Cupid, remember? Chat got all mean with his pretty black lips and only true love’s kiss could break the spell so I kissed him.”

Adrien sank down onto the couch. “I think my head’s going to explode.”

Ladybug laughed. “Why?”

“Back up, did you say pretty black lips?”

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To Infinity and Beyond

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: romance, light angst, coworker!jungkook

Summary: The moment Jungkook came back was when your life turned upside down.

Word Count: 20.6k

A/N: I TOLD MYSELF NOT TO WRITE ANOTHER JUNGKOOK FIC DAMMIT. (This was inspired by the kdrama, she was pretty! And this AMAZINGG fic here)  HAHAHAH 10/19 edit: i’ve just combined parts 1 and 2 together bc i feel weird writing a two-shot LOL

You stroll into your 9 to 5 office job on the 11th floor of your company building, greeting your coworkers as you make your way to your beloved cubicle. Nothing out of the ordinary happened this morning besides the fact that your brush almost broke when you were trying to untangle your messy hair. You hold breakfast, a hot pocket, in one hand, and thick file folders in the other. You volunteered to take charge of the advertising team for the new product that your company plans to launch in two months.

Once you settle down, you grab your portable touch screen device and head to the Head of the department’s office.

You enter the oak door to see Park Seojoon transfer his belongings from his desk to crates.

“You’re leaving?”

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|Fluff and Fallen Leaves| Peter Parker

Request: Hello! I discovered your blog today and I love your stories so much!!!! I was wondering if I could make a request. Could you write a story about Peter and the reader doing cute Fall activities together while maybe incorporating some Spider-Man stuff in there? And can you make it super fluff lol. I know it isn’t Autumn yet but I seriously love Fall way too much, it just makes me happy haha. Thank you so much!

A/N: HI I’M SORRY IM LITERALLY THE WORST PERSON EVER AND HAVENT POSTED IN WEEKS (school is sttarrting up) so here’s a requested fic. uuhhh i didn’t know what you meant by fall activities so i just did this cute lil fluffy madness :#3 (also didn’t know what u meant by incorporating Spider-Man stuff?? but hope this is ok BASICALLY THIS IS BARELY LIKE THE REQUEST LOL)

@logoless helped me get out out of my writers block so thanks, love! and @sk2draws for the moral support.

Warnings: menion of robbery, kiss ;3, cringe, awkwardness, cutesie peter + reader, SCHOOL 

Words: 1331

Originally posted by pretty-gifs

2 more minutes

My foot tapped the floor rhythmically. It felt as if the long hand on the clock was moving slower than my 70-year-old history teacher was speaking. I gave my attention back towards the front of the classroom.

“And… The homework is page- one-hundred-sixty.” My teacher said sluggishly. I groaned internally and looked back at the clock. A smile inched its way onto my face.

56 more seconds

I bit my lip and tapped the desk with my index finger.

“Come on- come on…” I mumbled under my breath.

30 more seconds

15 more seconds

6 more seconds

“Hey- Y/N-” Before my partner, MJ, sitting beside me could finish her sentence, that glorious last bell rung. I jumped out of my seat, grabbing my bag.

“Sorry- gotta go- got plans,” I said, running out of the classroom and almost tripping twice.

“Gotta find Peter- Gotta find Peter…” I repeated over and over in my head. I walked towards his locker and took in a deep breath when I saw that familiar curly brown hair over the crowd of kids. “I can do this… totally…” I bit my lip once again and stopped a few feet away from him. His back was turned to me and he was putting a few of his books back into his locker. I reached out my hand to tap his shoulder and without me even touching him he turned to face me. My hand shot back to my side and I blushed.

“Y/N- Hi- I was just gonna come meet you at your class,” Peter said, smiling and shutting his locker.

“Oh, well I just saved you from doing more exercise.” I grinned and wrapped my hand in my scarfs fringe. He re-adjusted his backpack strap and I started walking down the hall. He bounded after me and slipped his hands into his pockets. “T-Thanks for walking me home- by the way. I just didn’t want to walk home alone again… Not after last time.” I nervously laughed.

“Why did you laugh? Being robbed isn’t funny. He probably thinks you’re psychotic!” I kept my eyes on the floor as he pushed the main doors open. The frosty air tickled my nose and we walked down the steps into the street.

“I mean- I want you to be safe. You’re my best friend. It freaks me out when stuff like that happens to you.” I smiled slightly as we started walked west down the slick side walk. It hasn’t snowed yet, but the morning dew from the grass gets breezed over to the sidewalk, which freezes over and makes it even harder to walk.

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