feels like the longest month



· it all begins when Thalia started visiting Camp Jupiter quite a lot because of the encouraged communication and unity between the Greeks and Romans
· during meetings Thalia represented Zeus as well as Artemis and Reyna would catch herself looking at the huntress way more than she should be
· she starts stuttering and blushing a bit whenever Thalia caught her off guard, whether it’s a small gesture such as a brush of their hands—actually, any physical contact that isn’t quite necessary during the specific situation at all
· Reyna going out of her way to avoid Thalia as much as she possibly can, but it didn’t work quite as well as she hoped because Aphrodite thwarts her every plan to do so
· Annabeth was the first to notice something off about the praetor and using her (now working) invisibility cap to stalk Reyna and eventually put the pieces together
· Piper already knowing what’s going on when Annabeth approaches her about it because she’s been the one who does Aphrodite’s bidding, doing small, inconspicuous deeds such as putting the two closer together during senate meetings, and making them bump into each other quite a few times (rarely using her charmspeak, because damn it’s really destiny for them to be together !!!)
· Annabeth confronting Reyna about it and giving the praetor (and Piper if she happened to be around) knowing looks and sometimes even winking whenever Thalia was around and earning a bone chilling death glare in return, but it isn’t quite effective because Reyna’s face is completely red???
· Thalia started assisting Reyna with her duties when the Hunters are settling down in Camp Jupiter for War Games
· Thalia enjoying Reyna’s company and deciding that they would get along really well
· Reyna warming up to Thalia a bit, but eventually the two became somewhat attached to the hip because after only a few months they feel like they’ve been friends for the longest time; they have complete trust in each other and they understand the other’s situations and how they got to where they were perfectly
· Thalia being one for physical contact, so she often loops her arm around Reyna’s or holds her hand to drag her away or toward something, and Thalia just hugging Reyna so tightly whenever she got excited
· Reyna eventually realizing that oh my gods I have feelings for Thalia Grace because she just absolutely adores the way her electric blue eyes seem to crackle with life and excitement, the way her lips curl up in a beautiful smile, the small dimple that appears on her left cheek, and the way her freckles dotted her pale face like the stars on the night sky, because to her Thalia was perfect in every way and Reyna was absolutely and undeniably in love

Ease My Mind - Part 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is your best friend and, of course, you’re in love with him. But apparently Bucky is just fine with your platonic relationship - you’re going to have to do something about that.

Warnings: mentions of human experimentation, luke cage spoilers

A/N: wooo im back! much less angst, a bit of plot, and some cute fluffy bucky moments! i hope you like the ending ;) let me know what you think!

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“So your doctor hasn’t said a word since he got here,” Tony says, folding his arms over his chest. You’re both looking at the security camera livestream from the room Tony set the doctor up in last night, where he’s sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“That’s funny, he was plenty talkative back in Siberia,” you grumble, glaring at the black-and-white image of the doctor on Tony’s holographic screen.

“Well in the meantime, his file has done plenty of talking,” Tony says, and flicks something from his tablet onto the holographic screen in front of you. A CCTV screen cap of the doctor and a whole stack of files fill the screen. His name appears as well - something you’d forgotten, or maybe something you never knew. Noah Burstein.

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How You Get the Girl

Summary: Isaac returns to Beacon Hills after a long six months with one goal in mind- to win the reader’s heart back. Based on the song “How You Get the Girl” by Taylor Swift.

Note: I’m sorry I just really love Taylor Swift… especially this song of hers…  I LOVE IT SO MUCH AND I ALSO ADORE THE CRAP OUT OF ISAAC SO I FIGURED “EHH, WTH” AND RAN WITH IT MAN

“Are you insane?” I nearly shrieked over the pouring rain. “What the hell, Isaac? You’ve been gone for six months, and you come back just to stand outside my house in the rain? You’re going to get sick! Get inside.” I grabbed his wrist, yanking him under the cover of the porch. He was smiling that same smile he used to wear on our dates. But that was six months ago. Before he broke up with me and moved all the way to Paris.

           I led Isaac down the hallway and into the living room. For it being two in the afternoon, it was oddly dark, but I supposed that was because of the storm outside.

           Awkwardly, I settled on the far seat of the couch. Isaac decided on the love seat; he was so big and broad that he nearly took up the whole thing by himself.

           “So…” I folded my hands together in my lap. The original momentum I had upon first seeing him was gone, leaving me speechless. After all, what the hell do you say to the man you fell in love with that left you without any explanation? “Um, what are you doing here?”

           Isaac fussed with a string on one of the cushions. “You said it’s been six months?” He peered at me with vividly blue eyes. I gulped and nodded. “It feels like longer.” He confessed. “The longest six months of my life.”

           “But you wanted to go to Paris.” I protested. “You wanted to go so badly that you…” I didn’t finish that sentence. I knew it would end with ‘left me’ and honestly, I didn’t want to appear weak in front of Isaac. I wanted him to believe I was stronger than I was when he left. That the sight of him didn’t make me want to fall apart at his feet. I was so in love with him.

           “Is that what you really think?” Isaac pursed his lips. “You think that’s what I wanted?” He shook his head, eyeing me as if he disapproved. “Why do you think I came back, Y/N? I came back because I was finally ready to tell you what I want.”

           “What makes you think I give a damn about what you want any more?” I snapped.

           He raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”

           Even as I murmured, “No,” I knew that he could tell otherwise. Not just from the jump of my heartbeat alerting the lie, but how I avoided his eyes and crossed my legs. Isaac knew all my little ticks; Isaac knew everything about me.

           “I see.” He mused. “I’ll continue then.” When he attempted to make himself more comfortable, he examined the throw pillows I had situated in the corners. “Are these new?” He asked, momentarily forgetting his original mission. “What happened to the other ones?” I knew the pillows he was referring to; they were the ones shoved in storage bins under my bed, along with other things that had reminded me of Isaac. The purple pillows he was thinking of he had helped me pick out. When he was gone, I couldn’t look at them without throwing up.

           I didn’t tell him that though. Instead, I said, “I needed a new color. Just a change, really. Not a big deal.” Haha no it was a very big deal because you ripped me apart like I was nothing more than a scrap piece of paper you kept in your pocket.


           I cleared my throat impatiently. “What was it that you were saying before?”

           “Right. Um…” Isaac ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots in a way that I knew all too well. I had memorized every part of him, only for it to torture me later. “Maybe you were right. Maybe I am insane. I’ll tell you honestly, it feels that way. The second I walked out your door, I officially lost my mind.” His bottom lip slipped between his teeth when he heard my heartbeat quicken ever so slightly. What was he saying?

           “You know, that last day haunts me every night.” He wouldn’t look at me. “I can still see you sitting on the front porch, arms wrapped around yourself. That vacant look on your face as you watched me drive away. It was like I had sucked your very soul right out.” That’s because you did. I wanted to scream it in his face so badly. I kept my composure though, determined to appear impermeable. “I’ll have you know, Y/N, that I hate myself for it. I hated myself before I did it, when I did it, and even now, as I sit here and look at you.”

           His voice took on a much softer quality. He was fiddling with his thumb nail. “Even that doesn’t hurt as bad as the good memories do. Every time I remember kissing your sweet cheeks, or holding you close at night, or hearing you laugh at something I had said- every time I remember that, it feels as though a knife has gone through me. I can’t breathe.” He was looking at me now, and his face was tight with obvious emotional torment.

           I couldn’t take it anymore. “Why did you come here Isaac?” Hot angry tears stung my eyes, begging to come out, but I bit sharply on the inside of my cheek to prevent it. “Was it to rip off the scabs and watch me bleed all over again? Is that what you wanted? Because you don’t have to give me this dramatic speech that sounds like it came straight out of a movie, okay? Seeing you hurt enough. I’ve spent these last six months trying to get over you, and it’s been hell because I’ll never want anyone as much as I want you. And you don’t want me. So why did you come?” There was so much more that I wanted to say, but I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. It was then that I realized I was sobbing, and my throat was aching because I was screaming at him.

           Isaac stared at me for what felt like the longest time while I struggled to get myself in check. Then he rose swiftly, and moved across the room to come sit beside me. “Don’t.” I feebly fought against his descending arms, but he wouldn’t have it. He cradled me into his chest. My hands came up to clutch his shirt, shaking against him while I cried. So much for being strong. Part of me didn’t mind, though. It felt so damn good to be back in his arms.

           “I came back from Paris for you.” Isaac whispered into my hair.

           “Yeah, I got that. But why? What more do you want from me?” I bawled. “You already took my everything, so what do you want?”

           “You, Y/N. I want you. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. You are all that I want, ever. For worse or for better. Rain or shine, it doesn’t matter. I just want you.”

           I didn’t understand. Slowly I pulled back from his chest, sniffling as I did so. At least I had stopped crying. “You left me, Isaac. You’re the one who didn’t want me anymore. It’s not the other way around, and don’t you dare pretend that it is.”

           “I know I left you, and you don’t know how sorry I am. For as long as I live, that will always be my deepest regret. And I know I broke your heart, but I’ll put it back together piece by piece, as long as it takes, because I love you, Y/N. You may not take me back. You may require time. I’ll wait forever for you because, Y/N, I want you. Forever.”

           “But… you say that now, but what if you change your mind again? I can’t survive that again, Isaac. I can’t do that. You almost killed me.”

           “I won’t change my mind.”

           “You did before. You changed your mind and left me. Didn’t you understand that I couldn’t live without you? That I was so in love with you that when you left, it was like you carved out part of my heart?”

           Isaac didn’t have anything to say to that. He just rocked me back and forth, curled in his lap like an injured lamb. I could feel his hot cheek pressed on the top of my head. Finally, he said, “I’m so sorry for all the pain that I caused you. I know that these are just words, and that they can’t alleviate anything, but please believe them. I wish I could take all your pain and fears away. I wish that I had never left.”

           “There’s something my Dad used to say: ‘you can wish in one hand and crap in the other; see which one fills up first.’” I felt the rumbling of his laughter in his chest. His large frame shook as he held me, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him.

           “I think the wishing hand filled first.”

           “You must have unhealthy bowels.” Again we were laughing, and then our eyes met. I could see my reflection in the deep blue: timid, small, and tear-stained. Although I wanted to refuse Isaac, wanted to make him feel as terribly and empty as I had, I couldn’t force myself to do it. I was still so in love with him…

           So I caved. I knew that I might despise myself for it later, but I would endure everything the world threw at me if it meant a minute with Isaac. “Pick me up at seven tomorrow night. We’re going dancing, and we’re going to fall in love all over again.”