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The kiss of the signs

- Sun, Venus. Also, if you would like, Moon and Mars - 

Aries: They have a light hand on your side, and their top lip above yours. Taking small breaths in between to take you all in, they make that single moment seem magical.

Taurus: Their lips are powerful and strong, and protective. Their is so much energy in their kiss that you are lost. It is long and you never want it to stop, it feels like they have a forcefield around you.

Gemini: They give short and playful kisses, pausing to smile at you every now and again. They sigh from happiness as they gaze at your lips, and it all starts again.

Cancer: The kiss that reminds you of home. It is soft, it is warm. They are the bottom lip, never letting you fall. Their kiss let’s you know you are safe. It is slow, with slight pressure.

Leo: They have mastered the art of showing their love with just one kiss. They come to you soft, and leave you like they just signed your lips. They pause, breathe out, and slowly sign you one more time.

Virgo: Their kiss conveys selfless and happiness. They lose breath from kissing you so much and gaze into your eyes afterwards. Their kiss is firm, reminding you of how much you are loved.

Libra: They play with your lips first, softly touching theirs against yours. They pause to look at you, and then give you a cheeky, quick kiss. When you don’t expect it, they slowly caress your cheek, and kiss you long and slow.

Scorpio: They leave a pressure on your lips for weeks. You will not forget it. In the moment, it is hard to focus, because the passion they press against your lips is so pure and so great. 

Sagittarius: It’s up beat and hard. Almost like they are teasing you, they kiss hard and fast. Eventually, it slows down, and their love shows through the firm pressure of their lips.

Capricorn: A humble kiss, very soft and proud of you. They show their love with the brush of their cracked lips, and the breath they take beforehand. It is like kissing artwork.

Aquarius: A triumphant kiss. Hard and with pressure, reminding you that - in that moment - you’re both top of the world. Perhaps biting your lip and giggling softly, they keep it fun.

Pisces: The cinematic kiss, they slow down and speed up. They want you to feel like a movie star. Their soft lips feel like the last piece of the puzzle against yours.

Lion Roars and Toxic Swirls

Me and @teddyandgriffin wrote this after talking for a while, they’re posting this on ao3 while I’m posting it on here.

Shiro had been gone a week when Allura called a meeting.


Lance swallowed down the disgust that rose in his throat, he wanted to think that she was being unfair. But the universe needed Voltron. He knew this but he couldn’t help but feel this way. Shiro had only been gone for a week and they were already trying to replace him.


Lance stumbled out of bed. This wasn’t right, but he would have to suck it up. Keith or Allura would probably take Shiro’s place. After all, they were the most suited for it.


Lance tugged on his jeans, he’d have to skip his morning routine he didn’t want to cause any more trouble. He always seemed to be causing trouble. It’s not that he meant to, sometimes it just happened. Like when he ended up bringing a cow onto the ship.


Kaltenecker had turned out to be pretty cool and great company when he was worried he was going to annoy Pidge and Hunk, but Shiro had told him all about how a cow was a bad investment, whatever that meant.


Lance shook himself out of his thoughts as he grabbed his jacket and rushed to the hangers, where all the lions were kept. Lance spent most of his time there, bonding with Blue. He hoped he would still be able to bond with Blue after.


Who was he kidding, there was no way he was going to be the Black Paladin. It just wasn’t going to happen, he definitely wasn’t suited to be the head, the leader, of Voltron.


As he tripped into the hangers the rest of Voltron was waiting, he seemed to have interrupted something Coran was saying. Allura and Keith immediately turned to scold him but Coran was quick to intercept and explain what he had just been saying.


Coran smiled gently at Lance, “ The Black Lion is going to choose her substitute Paladin today.”


Lance nodded, quickly running to join the rest of the group further into the hangars. Hunk offered a weak grin, it seemed Hunk felt almost as reluctant as Lance to discover the new leader.


Keith cleared his throat to call the attention of the others and proudly announced, “ A little while ago, when we all got separated in the wormhole, Shiro told me that if he couldn’t lead voltron, then I should lead in his stead.”


Lance did his best not to shrink, it wasn’t very surprising, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt that Shiro hadn’t picked him. He almost wanted to question Shiro’s decision, but he decided against it as he didn’t want to cause anymore tension between him and the other paladin.


Coran, however, had no issue pointing out that, “Although Shiro may have picked you, the Black Lion has not officially chosen you, you will have to be picked by her if you are to truly be the Black paladin.”


Keith’s displeasure at that was clear on his face, “I’ve piloted her before, I’m sure she’ll let me in again.” Keith turned away from them in a snap as he stomped his way up to Black.


The Particle Barrier held him back.


He had obviously decided that it must have been a mistake as he went to try again. However, he was once more held back, this time however there was no thinking it was a mistake, if the way Black growled was any indication.


Keith was quickly becoming angry with how this situation was progressing. The fury radiating off him.


Coran knew how this was going to end if he didn’t step in soon, and quickly explained, “Just because the Black Lion didn’t choose you, doesn’t mean that you aren’t suited to be the Black paladin, it just means she thinks there is someone here who is better suited to the role.”


Keith’s anger, while not completely gone, was calmed enough to let the other paladins attempt to get past the Particle Barrier.


At first, no one else moved, until Pidge hesitantly stepped forward to try, only to hit the barrier. The same with Hunk. Coran and Allura also tried only to be faced with the same results as the others.


Lance was the only one who hadn’t tried to get through Blacks barrier. He knew this and yet he was still sure that he couldn’t be the Black paladin, there was just no way it could be someone as useless as him.


Lance would not -could not- move, however at everyone’s expectant stares, or slightly annoyed stares from some, he started to take small steps toward the Black Lion.


He flinched at the growl Keith let out under his breath, Lance took another hesitant step as he-SLAM!!!


Lance felt Kaltenecker shove him into the Particle Barrier, oh mierda his cow was gonna kill him, death by cow slamming him into forcefield. Maybe if someone put that on his tombstone it would cheer Pidge up a bit.


And then he felt himself collapse onto the floor, Kaltenecker still on his back. He heard a sushi of footsteps and as someone-Hunk, Lance smiled up at him in thanks, pulled Kal off of him.


“Lance! So apparently Lance is supposed to be a better Paladin than me? You stupid hunk of metal!” Lance folded in on himself slightly, Keith was mad but…was he right?


Hunk helped pull him to his feet, as Lance looked around the Hangar, still slightly trembling, it didn’t look like anyone other than Hunk and Coran were okay with Black’s decision. Even Pidge looked unsure, but mostly relief was clear on her face.


Relief that she wouldn’t have to leave her Lion, she wouldn’t have to lead Voltron, she wouldn’t have to watch and take care of Keith, even though he clearly hated him at the moment.


Lance looked back towards Black. She seemed so strong, so stern. What could she want from him?

Superpowers... but your clothes make it awkward
  • Invisibility: but your clothes don't turn invisible with you
  • Shapeshifting: but your clothes don't change with you
  • Sizeshifting: but your clothes stay the same size
  • Pyrokinesis: but your clothes aren't immune to your own flames
  • Liquification: but your clothes don't turn liquid with you
  • Super-speed: but the friction causes your clothes to wear out really fast
  • Teleportation: but your clothes can't come with you
  • Intangibility: but your clothes stay tangible (and drop right off your intangible body)
  • Time travel: but your clothes need to stay in the present
  • Stopping time: but your clothes are stopped too (you have to be naked before you even stop time)
  • Forcefield: but your clothes are also repelled (they just burst right off you)

In the simultaneously overcomplicated and unambitious world of Pet Force (which takes place in a comic book in Garfield’s world), there’s a parallel dimension ruled over by Emperor Jon Arbuckle (Garfield’s owner) and protected by the Pet Force. Peace is being threatened by Vetvix, the parallel universe’s version of Liz, the veterinarian that Jon has been sexually harassing for years.

Garfield becomes super-strong Garzooka, Odie turns into the also super-strong Odious, Arlene becomes Starlena and gains singing powers, Nermal gets freezing and forcefield powers as Abnermal, and Pookie becomes a cyborg teddy bear called Compooky. If Jim Davis molested a can of alphabet soup, its subsequent testimony would spell out the plot to Garfield’s Pet Force.

Despite being an idea that would seem like a stretch for a piece of fanfiction, the saga of Garfield’s Pet Force unfolded over the course of six goddamn novels. Not comics – novels. And it played the premise much more seriously than it deserved, sometimes going to legitimately dark places. 

The last book was published in 1999, and the casual reader would have been justified in thinking that Jim Davis had sobered up and moved on. But no, in 2009 Pet Force came screaming back to hideous life in the form of a feature-length CGI movie that, despite being distributed by 20th Century Fox, looked like a cutscene from a mid-90s PlayStation game.

Any Franchise Left To Its Own Devices Will Go Off The Rails

i’m so sick of avpd controlling literally everything i do. i don’t want to feel like an outsider everywhere i go, like everything i do is wrong and different. i’m constantly putting people in categories and then placing myself outside of those categories because i feel like i don’t belong in them. i just want to be able to talk to people and speak my mind but i feel like i’m trapped in a body that has a magnetic forcefield that pushes everyone away. i’ve been this way for literally my entire life and i don’t know how to stop. it’s unbearable

Who Are You Really? [an Evil!Future!Barry Allen imagine]

Request: Omfg can you please do an angsty and steamy smut with Evil!Barry and the reader?!?! Like the reader just found out about Evil!Barry and they’re a good meta but once they get with him they’re like brainwashed and evil? I would love it if you could do this!! Xoxo

a/n: welp, it took days but here it is, one imagine, this wore me out. i’m exhausted guys i’m sorry


WARNING: Smut


You stare at the man in front of you, mouth hanging open in shock. “Cat got your tongue, darling?” Barry grins wickedly, tilting his head to the side and down. His eyes are locked on you; gray eye moving slightly. “Gotta say, I’ve been waiting for you.” he hums, stepping closer to you.

Frozen, you breathe in, lip quivering ever so slightly as you gaze at him. You can’t believe this. “I…” you shake your head, backing up to the wall.

Barry chuckles darkly, trapping your body against his. You try not to go weak, attempting to create a forcefield around yourself. Except, it doesn’t work. He chuckles again. “In the future, I make these.” His black jacket sleeves droops, revealing a metallic bracelet; one that mocks his suit. “Your powers don’t affect me, darling.” Barry whispers, leaning towards your jaw.

Your breath hitches, toes curling in your neon blue boots. “What do you want from me, Barry?” you ask in a soft voice. Unwillingly, you stare at the right side of his face, noticing his gray eye is a tiny bit unfocused. Is he blind in that eye? Was he burned that bad? All these questions float in your head.

“Stop looking at my eye before I get mad, babe.” the speedster hisses, grabbing your jaw with his pointer finger at thumb. His green eye searching your face as he licks his plump bottom lip. You gulp, clenching and unclenching your fists. “I love you, yanno.” Barry giggles in a low tone before forcing his lips on yours.

Shit. He’s kissing you- no, you’re good! You can’t- god, his lips are sucking on yours and, damn, it feels good. Before you know it, you wrap your arms around his thin neck, tangling your hands in his thick locks. Faster than usual, Barry has your suit off and his black jeans at his ankles.

Without warning, the evil brunette slams into you, causing you to shout out in pleasure. Barry flashes a devious grin, rocking his hips to yours. His eyelashes flutter when he hears you scream his name and his head tilts back. “Fuck yes, baby. You belong to me.” he grunts, pounding into you harder.

You tighten around him, tugging his hair. “Barry, I…” you whimper, grinding against him; you were close.

Barry vibrates his length, staring you dead in the eyes. “Cum for me, babe, cum for your god.” he smiles sickly, kissing you roughly as you cum.

Panting, you cling onto him, blinking in shock. He chuckles, knowing exactly what you’re thinking; who are you really? You don’t know anymore.

“Angel” Klaus Mikaelson

“You can stay here for as long as you need Elena.” You say as you open the door for her. “You actually don’t know how much this means to me, thank you *yn*.” She says before pulling you into a tight hug. You smiled softly as you hugged her back, you would do anything to help her.

You and Elena had been friends since you were little, your parents had always been close with hers. She had told you about vampires and Bonnie being a witch a few months after she had found out herself. A month after that your father had been killed by an ‘animal attack’. You didn’t know who did it but you swore you would find out. You got so angry that you blurted it out that you knew about vampires to your mum. She had asked you how you had known and it turned out that she had known about vampires for a long time but you never knew how she had found out. Or why she was tolerant of them.

A month ago Elijah Mikaelson emerged, when you had told your mum she panicked because she had a feeling that he wouldn’t be the only Mikaelson to return to Mystic Falls. Sure enough, Klaus and the rest of the family had returned. You had never seen Klaus for yourself, but what Elena had told you made you absolutely petrified of him. A week ago your mum decided she wanted to keep you extra safe so she made the house legally yours and said it could now be a safe house. She told you not to invite any vampires inside, even if they were your friends.

Yesterday she had gone out of town for work, she didn’t want to but you insisted that she left because you knew how important her job was to her. It was only a few hours after she had left when Elena rang you, crying. She was panicking about Klaus and what he was going to do to her and everyone she cared about. You didn’t even think twice before offering for her to come over and stay with you until Klaus was killed, so here she was.

“I got some of the bags from the car for you- uff.” You giggle as Damon grunts when he tries to use his vampire speed to go through the front door and ends up getting knocked back. “Would’ve been nice if you’d told me.” He huffs and you roll your eyes. He stands up and raises a brow. “You gonna invite me in or not?” He asks.

“No, this is a safe house that means no vampires are aloud.” You state and he opens his mouth to reply when Stefan appears next to him. “She’s right Damon, in order for it to be completely safe, for Elena no vampires can be invited in.” He says giving him a pointed look. Damon sighs and shuts his mouth before dropping Elena’s bags at the front door. “*yn*!” You look up to see Bonnie and Caroline hurrying towards you.

“Bon!” You giggle and envelope her in a tight hug. “I’m gonna go say hi to Elena.” She says before brushing past you and inside. “Oh me to!” Caroline says. “I wouldn’t-” You stop yourself as Caroline tries to get inside.

“No vampires remember blondie?” Damon says sarcastically as Caroline hits the invisible forcefield. “*yn* didn’t mean me when she said that.” Caroline scoffs but her face drops when she sees your guilty face.

“What! *yn* you can’t be serious!” She complains and you just shrug. “I’m sorry Care, but I promised my mum no vampires even if they’re my friends.” You say and she moans. “This could not get any worse.”

“*yn* tell me you got some food in your house!” Jeremy calls from the truck as he and Matt hop out. “Of course.” You laugh. “Sweet, we’ll be in the kitchen then.” Matt says patting your shoulder before they both walk into the house.

“I stand corrected.” Caroline groans.

Bonnie, Caroline, Damon, Stefan, Matt, Jeremy, Elena and you all spend the rest of the afternoon out on the porch playing cards and just having fun. As it started getting dark one by one everyone left, Matt and Jeremy the last to leave until it was just you and Elena sitting outside.

The two of you headed inside and ended up on the couch under a blanket watching some rom-com. “I’m so scared *yn*.” She murmured quietly. “It’s going to be ok Elena, we’re going to defeat Klaus. He’s not going to hurt you.” You whispered and hugged her tightly. “It’s not me I’m worried about, it’s all of you. Klaus is evil, he’ll do anything to hurt me and manipulate me.” She murmured and you smiled lightly at her selflessness.

“I think we’ve all handled worse than some arrogant vampire who’s clearly underestimated us, because we’re going to kick his ass.” You smile and she giggles hugging me tighter. “Thank you for being such a good friend *yn*, I love you.”

“I love you too Elena.” You grin hugging her back. Eventually we put the movie back on and soon Elena’s drifted off and is fast asleep on the couch. You smile and shake your head, it wasn’t even completely dark yet.

Suddenly the door bell rang causing you to jolt. Elena mumbled and her face twitched as she woke up. “I’ll get it.” You whispered and she nodded before closing her eyes again, she deserved a rest.

You sighed and paused the movie before heading to the door. You were wearing pyjamas and you looked like a mess but you didn’t really care at this point. “Hi how can I help you?” You ask as you pull open the front door.

The hairs immediately stand up on the back of your neck and goosebumps rise on your skin at the sight of the man before you. He was handsome, but had a mysterious aura around him that you didn’t like. He smirked and said nothing as he looked you over. You studied his face and the breath caught in your throat when you stared into his eyes. They were dark and had lost the shine a man his age should have, they almost looked soulless, like he had seen to much horror in this world. But there was also an evil glint hidden behind that as well, that was what you feared.

“Y-you’re Klaus aren’t you?” You mumbled and his smirk widens.

“You certainly catch on quickly love.” He spoke huskily and fear ran through your body at his cold voice.

“You can’t compel me, I take vervain every day.” You spoke and he chuckled. “I have no doubt you would love, and why would I compel you when I can already have so much fun with you?”

“What do you want?” You spat as your confidence grew knowing he couldn’t get to you. “I just heard that Elena was moving to a safe house, thought I might as well get to know the person she’s staying with considering I’ll be keeping tabs on Elena and what not.” He smirks.

“Go to hell.” You hiss and he laughs.

“You know I didn’t expect you to be so ravishingly beautiful, but feisty too? Now that was a surprise.” He grins and that just makes you more infuriated.

You were done with his games so you grabbed the door and moved to slam it in his face.

“Uh, uh, uh I wouldn’t do that.” He tuts. “Why not?”

“Because I was out and happened to stumble upon this.” He says and you peer through the crack in the door to see him holding Elena’s diary in his hand.

“How did you get that?” You asked angrily ripping the door open causing his smirk to widen.

“It was just lying around, now I was thinking we could read a bit from page twenty there’s some quite juicy stuff about Damon in here..” He says as he flicks through the pages.

You didn’t know what caused you to do it, probably because of how fiercely loyal and protective you were of Elena. You knew how personal that diary was to her and seeing someone like Klaus read it made you sick.

So you instinctively reached your hand out to snatch it from him. Everything happened so quickly, suddenly his hand gripped your wrist and pulled you outside of the safety of your home and whipped you around to pin you against the wall.

Suddenly his eyes were pierced into yours as he barred you from escaping. You shivered under his intense gaze as he studied every inch of your face. “I like this fire in you.” He spoke.

“Just go ahead, kill me.” You spat and his eyes softened.

Klaus didn’t know why he was so intrigued by this human girl, maybe it was her innocence, maybe it was her vulnerability, maybe it was her loyalty to her friends, maybe it was her tenacity but it was probably a combination of all of them. He couldn’t help but feel hurt at the fact that she just assumed he would kill her right away, but at the same time couldn’t blame her. His reputation preceded him.

“I’m not going to hurt you love.” He chuckled as he brushed a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Goosebumps rose up on your skin as he trailed his fingers down your neck and your heartbeat quickened as he traced his finger across your collarbone lightly.

“You know what skill comes with being a thousand years old? I can tell by someones heartbeat what they’re feeling. Whether it’s fear, excitement, arousal.” He spoke softly as he licked his lips.

“Right now you’re probably trying to figure out whether your scared of me or rushing with adrenaline at the thought of being this close to me.” He whispered as his lips brushed against your ear causing you to close your eyes.

“But I already know the answer.” He murmurs into your ear. “Maybe you aren’t as innocent as you think you are love.” He whispered before placing a kiss on your ear.

You heard a whoosh and you slowly peeked your eyes open. You took a deep breath and steadied yourself as you glanced around to see you were the only one on the porch. You shook your head and calmed yourself down before heading inside even though you were still shaken up with what had just occurred.

Had Klaus just been flirting with you?

And more importantly did you like it? No of course you didn’t he was evil, he was after Elena and he couldn’t be trusted.

“Who was that?” Elena mumbled sleepily. “Just some sales person.” You laughed shakily but she was too tired to notice as you sat back down, your mind whirring a million times an hour.

“Hey *yn*, I didn’t think you were working tonight?” Your manager asked when he saw you walk behind the bar. “I’m covering for Matt, he’s got an exam tomorrow and is in desperate need of study.” You sigh as you slip on your Mystic Grills shirt over your singlet. You dump your bag in the back and chuck your hair into a high ponytail as your manager laughs at your expense about how you were to nice for your own good and couldn’t say no.

That was partially true, but Matt had been failing a lot of his classes this year and you were glad to see him so eager to study, so you had actually offered to cover his shift. But you didn’t tell your manager because you knew he’d just pay you out even more for being soft.

You kind of wanted to get out of the house anyway, Elena was ‘studying’ with Damon on the porch, which basically meant constant flirting. You could hear their laughs all the way up to your room. It was kind of frustrating, it was so obvious she had feelings for him yet she was stuck in this love triangle and didn’t know how to escape it.

Even though it wasn’t ideal spending your Sunday night at the Mystic Grill, it was better than nothing. It had been a few days since your run in with Klaus and you had managed to push it to the back of your mind as school took over.

You had just served a cocktail to a customer and had begun wiping the bench down when an attractive guy sat at one of the stalls.

“Hi, welcome to Mystic Grill how can I help you today?” You asked politely as you slung the towel over your shoulder and approached the guy. A mischievous smirk lit up his face when he saw you. “I’ll have whatever you recommend, darling.” He spoke smoothly. His accent was different, but you liked it and you blushed at his nickname. “I uh can get you a beer?” You spoke and you wanted to punch yourself in the face at your awkwardness.

A beer? Really?

“Sounds wonderful darling.” He chuckled in amusement at how obviously flustered you were. You said nothing else as you hurried off in embarrassment to grab a beer bottle from the fridge. Ok act cool, you thought.

You painted on a confident smile as you walked back over to him and you slid him the beer. “Thank you darling.” He smiled.

You were to embarrassed to notice but as he reached for the beer in your hand, your vervain bracelet brushed against his hand. Being an original he wasn’t to affected by it and managed to act like nothing had happened but he had felt it. Immediately his eyes narrowed suspiciously as he studied your innocent face.

You knew about his kind.

He said nothing else as he took a swig of his beer and followed your movements as you went to greet another customer.

Once you were free of customers he had a chance to talk to you again. “So have you lived in Mystic Falls your whole life?” He asks and you nod.

“Born and raised.”

“It’s quite odd how many animal attacks there are in this town isn’t it?” He suddenly spoke causing you to go rigid.”Um yeah I guess, but we do live near quite a big forest so…” “Mm I suppose so, it’s still quite odd though, like there’s something that’s not quite right…” You had no idea what to say as you struggled to find the right words.

“Kol, stop pestering the poor girl.” A familiar voice spoke and your blood ran cold as you saw Klaus walking up to the bar. It didn’t take long for you to put two and two together, this was Kol Mikaelson, Klaus’ brother.

“What do you want?” You snap. “I’d like a glass of bourbon please.” He spoke and your eyes narrowed. “It seems you’ve met my dearest brother then.” Kol said glancing at Klaus and you gritted your teeth as you poured Klaus a glass of bourbon.

God you wished you could poison him right now. You said nothing as you slammed the glass on the table causing the liquid to slop out the sides before you marched away from the two.

“She’s a feisty thing.” Kol smirked in amusement.

“She’s one of Elena’s little friends.” Klaus replied.

“Ah, Elena Gilbert.” Kol said. “Shame about the vervain, imagine the fun you could have with her if you could compel the little thing.” Kol grinned as he studied your figure.

Klaus’ grip on his glass tightened as he took a sip, his eyes trained on you as you forced a smile when you served a customer.

Kol noticed instantly at his brother’s uncomfortableness and his smirk widened.

“You don’t have a soft spot for the girl do you?” Kol laughed and Klaus glanced at him.

“No.” He lied.

“*yn* you can head home now, we’re closing in half an hour anyway.” Your manager spoke and you sighed in relief. You said goodbye to him before hurrying into the back, you grabbed your shoulder bag and slung it over your shoulder. You glanced over to see Klaus and Kol at the pool table. Hopefully you could sneak out before they saw you and to where Matt was picking you up. You wanted to decline but he insisted on doing it considering you covered his shift.

As you hurried out the door Klaus happened to look over at the bar to see that you weren’t there. He looked over just in time to see you walking out the door and he murmured to Kol he’d be back before hurrying out after you.

You could hear footsteps behind you as you checked your phone when you saw you had a text from Matt saying he’d be here in five minutes.

You glanced over and resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the sight of Klaus.

“What?” You snapped and he tutted at your tone.

“I was just checking you were getting home safely.” He spoke and you scoffed.

“good to know the serial killer vampire cares about me getting home safely.” You sneered and his jaw clenches.

“How are you getting home?” He repeats and you roll your eyes.

“My friend is picking me up.” You replied.

“Who is your friend?” He asked. “That is none of your business.” You smiled sarcastically before looking back down at my phone.

“Why do you care anyway?” You question after a few moments of silence.

“Because you intrigue me, love.” He replied.

“And if I’m a thousand years old and a human of all things interests me, then they’re clearly worthy of my care.” He said softly and you studied him carefully.

“Why am I so interesting to you?”

“I’m not even sure I can answer that sweetheart.” He spoke calmly and it was the first time you had seen the vampire so gentle and vulnerable. You weren’t sure how to feel about it. But then you remembered how he had killed Elena’s aunt and all those other people and you knew that the way your heart was beating was wrong.

Klaus was about to say something when a horn honked and you peered over to see Matt pulling up across the road.

“I got to go.” You say awkwardly and before he can get another word in you’ve pulled the bag across your shoulder again and ran across the road.

He noticed that in your hurry to escape a small book had fallen out of your bag. He opened his mouth to call out to you but shut it and decided against it as he studied the leather book.

Klaus sat down on the ground next to the lamp post and opened the book carefully. Inside three quarters of the book was filled with polaroid pictures all with captions. He began at the start which happened to be the start of your freshman year. Pictures of you and a young Elena Gilbert, Bonnie Bennet and Caroline Forbes filled the pages with captions about what happened and why the photo was taken and he realised every photo held a precious memory.

He smiled and traced his finger across a photo of a younger you smiling happily with Elena. He flicked through every page as you got older and older, and he noticed that the older you got the more photos of animals you captured. Dogs, birds, sheep anything that caught your eye you had snapped a photo.

He smiled softly at the sight of a beautiful horse and realised it had been the focus of many of your photos. Horses were his favourite animal, maybe they were yours as well. His forehead creased when he spotted a photo of you in a cheerleaders uniform and a blonde haired football player placing a kiss on your cheek. The caption was titled “Me and Matty xx” and he couldn’t help but let his annoyance grow.

As he neared closer to the present day more photos of you with boys were pasted in. He grew even more annoyed when he saw numerous photos with Stefan and Damon Salvatore. One photo particularly annoyed him, it was a photo of you and Damon, he had obviously said something that made you laugh and you were grinning and looking at him happily. He knew nothing romantic was going on in this photo but it irked him that you looked at him like that. With trust and care. Damon Salvatore was a killer yet you were comfortable around him?

He finally reached the most recent photo from a few days ago and his heart sank, it was a photo of you, probably when you were around five, beaming and clutching a man tightly.

The caption read ‘1 year since you were taken from me, I love you daddy, I will find the vampire that murdered you, I promise xxx’

He sighed shutting the book so he didn’t have to look at that photo anymore, he knew he hadn’t killed your father but he still felt horrible knowing that his kind had taken a loving father away from an innocent girl.

You sighed as you smoothed out the creases in your stiff dress. Elena had convinced you and practically had to drag you out of the house to get you to come to this stupid town afternoon tea thing. You didn’t know what it was for considering Mystic Falls had so many events it was hard to keep up.

You had finally escaped the clutches of the constant nattering from the adults and had managed to sneak out into the garden. You had come across a beautiful horse and cart outside. You couldn’t resist the urge to go admire the magnificent white creature. You smiled softly as you stroked the stallions muzzle admiring his dark brown eyes and the way his muscles rippled under his skin.

“I thought I might find you out here.”

You looked over to see Klaus walking over to you, he was in a tux with his tie hung loosely around his collar. He looked good.

You were no longer afraid of him, you had realised he wasn’t going to hurt you.

“Horses are my favourite animal.” You replied as you stroked the horse gently.

“They are indeed beautiful creatures.” He spoke as he stood beside you and petted the horse softly.

“The only time my father ever got close to destroying me was when he killed my horse.” Klaus said and I looked up at his face, his eyes had glazed over and his jaw was clenched and for the first time I felt sorry for him.

“I’m sorry.” I said quietly and he snapped out of his angry gaze to look at me and his features softened.

“I’m sorry too love.”

“Sorry about what?” I questioned.

“About your father…” He trailed off and my forehead creased. “how do you know about my father?” I asked and he sighed and guiltily reached into his suit pocket. He pulled out my leather book and handed it to me.

“You dropped it the other night, and my curiosity got the better of me. I’m sorry.” He said as I snatched it from his grasp.

You felt yourself growing annoyed but you knew it wasn’t his fault.

“It’s okay, I would have done the same.” You murmur as you grasp onto it tightly.

He studies your forlorn face and felt bad about bringing up your father.

“I’m sure he was a good man.”

“He was.” You whisper as you pat the horse.

The two of you stood in silence as you attempted to blink away the tears threatening to surface.

“Would you like to go for a walk with me?” He asked quietly catching you off guard. You weren’t sure what to say, you knew this was wrong and if Elena found out she would hate you but something about him reeled you in, made you want to find out more about him.

“Ok.”

The two of you walked through the garden and made small talk.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you’re a cheerleader.” Klaus smirked causing you to blush. “Caroline introduced me to it.” You said and you didn’t notice his eyes lower at the mention of her name.

“And you also ran for Ms Mystic Falls in sophomore year.” He smirked and your embarrassment grew. “Caroline convinced me to do that as well.” You lied and his mischievous smirk grew even wider as he pulled out a piece of paper.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing it’s just here it says that ‘you’ve dreamed of being Ms Mystic Falls since you could remember, you planned to follow in your ancestors footsteps to being a role model for all the little young hopefuls of this town.” He grinned and you realised he had your entry form.

“How did you find that?” You stutter in embarrassment and he laughed.

“Let’s see oh hobbies it says, doing my hair, oh and fashion designing how exciting and being the football team’s good luck charm-”

“Give it back Klaus!” You groaned as he laughed and held it out of your reach as you tried to grab it.

“Let’s see favourite animal, bunnies! That’s cute.” He teases and you finally manage to rip it out of his hand. His face is red with laughter at your flustered state but you couldn’t help but let a small smile on your face.

It was then that you realised the two of you had ended up on the hill overlooking the Lockwood mansion. You spied an easel with a canvas on it at the very top of the hill. Klaus looked at you in confusion as you headed up without another word towards the painting.

You stared at it in awe, it wasn’t finished but it was beautiful. It was kind of an abstract depiction of the mansion and the stream. It was darker, more twisted.

“Do you like it?” Klaus asked.

“You did this?” You asked in disbelief and he nodded.

“It’s beautiful.” You murmured as you looked back at the painting and Klaus felt happier knowing you liked it.

“It’s so….” You trail off as you try to find the right word.

“So sad.” You murmured as you glanced at him and his face fell. “Like there’s all this built up pain and torture and suffering.” You whispered as you stared at him.

His eyes were glistening as he looked at you and you began to realise the dangerous feelings that had developed.

“I’m sorry, I should go, Elena’s probably looking for me.” You whispered before hurrying down the hill leaving Klaus alone.

You sighed as you rubbed your temples. You sat down on your bed and brushed your hair out of it’s ponytail. Suddenly the bell rang, you weren’t sure who it was. You were home alone as Elena had gone to Bonnie’s house. You’d been invited but felt to tired from your encounter with Klaus to go. You adjusted your pyjama pants and hurried down the stairs.

You pulled open the door but was greeted with empty air. You looked outside in confusion but there was no one to be seen. As you took a step your foot hit a parcel. You glanced down and cautiously picked up the box and envelope.

You looked around again to make sure no one was around before shutting the front door. You hurried up to your room and sat on your bed so you could open the parcel.

You gasped as you opened the box, inside was a beautiful bracelet. It was kind of antique looking but it was stunning, the bracelet was dotted with diamonds with a jewel encrusted heart hanging from it. You studied the heart and noticed the little engravings of swirls and patterns. It was beautiful.

Curiously you opened the envelope and pulled out the card.

“A token of my affections for you, sweetheart.” Was written in delicate swirly handwriting but it wasn’t signed. As you went to pick up the envelope a piece of paper fell out of it. You snatched it off the floor and carefully examined it.

On it was a beautiful drawing of a horse. You smiled as you studied the delicate sketching and detail. The initials N.M were signed at the bottom.

Niklaus Mikaelson.

As beautiful as this gesture was you couldn’t accept it, it was wrong. He was the enemy. You sighed and placed the bracelet back in the box and slid the card into the envelope. You were about to place the horse drawing back in but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it and placed it on your bedside table.

It had been a few days since you had last seen Klaus and since he had sent you those gifts. Elena had been frantic about this Mikaelson Ball that was happening tomorrow night. She begged you to come with her but you had just shrugged and said you hadn’t been invited.

The door bell rang again and you sighed pausing the tv and dragging yourself off the couch. You opened the door but no one was there.

You looked down to see a huge box and an envelope placed neatly on top of it. You already knew who this was from.

You heaved it up the stairs and luckily Elena wasn’t around to see it and begin asking questions. You ripped open the envelope and scoffed. It was an invitation to the Mikaelson Ball.

You turned it around to see the familiar swirly writing,

“I hope you save me a dance - Klaus”

You placed the envelope on your bed and undid the ribbon on the huge box and opened the lid. You let out an involuntary gasp at the beautiful dress neatly folded inside. Carefully you pulled it out and studied it, it was a beautiful colour and it flowed like a princess gown. The neckline was dotted with diamonds and you noticed that the flowing skirt part had encrusted diamontes throughout it. This was to much, you shuddered at the thought of how expensive this would have been.

“*yn*!” Elena called and you could hear her feet running up the stairs. Hurriedly you stuffed the dress into the box and shoved it under your bed just as she walked into your room.

“I was wondering if you- what’s that?” She asked when she saw the envelope in your hand. Shit.

“I uh got invited to the ball.” You say sheepishly.

“Oh thank god that means you’re coming right!”

“Actually, I think I’m going to skip this one Elena.” You sigh. You didn’t want to see Klaus again, it would just confuse you further. He was the enemy, Elena was trying to kill him. You couldn’t feel these things and you couldn’t see him again.

What you didn’t know was that Klaus had been listening outside the house, his teeth gritted at your response and he felt his heart tighten when he realised you had rejected him. He hadn’t felt like this for a long time, and he did not like it.

You were trying to do some of your homework, typing away on your computer. You glanced over at the box containing the dress for what must have been the hundredth time this past hour.

Maybe you should just try it- no you scolded yourself. You sighed and ripped your eyes away from the sparkling dress but soon enough you felt yourself looking at it again.

“Ugh this is ridiculous.” You mumble turning on your side so you couldn’t see it. Maybe just one more glance, you thought as you snuck another look. “Ok that’s it.” You mumble getting up and shoving it in your closet.

Out of sight, out of mind right?

Wrong. A few minutes later you were glancing at your closed wardrobe.

“Screw it.” You mutter chucking your laptop on the bed and hurrying over to closet. You strip down and carefully slide it over your body.

Woah. You looked at yourself in awe in the full body mirror you had in your room. You actually looked really pretty, but how did he know my size?

You sighed as you stared at yourself, a part of you was aching to go. Suddenly your phone buzzed and you looked to see you had gotten a text from Elena.

Elena: Please, please, please come. Things going down w/ originals and Esther. I need you.

That was all it took for you to decide to go and before you could change your mind you replied saying you’d be there as soon as you can. Now you had to do your makeup and hair. Before you dashed into the bathroom you looked at the box containing the bracelet and smiled.

You took a deep breathe as you parked outside the mansion. You can do this, you thought to yourself. You examined your makeup and curled hair in your car mirror before hopping out of the car. You showed your invitation to the security outside before walking inside.

You felt embarrassed being this late as you adjusted your hair one last time and touched the bracelet Klaus’ had given you before walking into the main hall. You hated to admit it but you were hoping to see Klaus.

“*yn*! Oh my god you look beautiful!” Elena gushes as she hurries over to you. “Thanks Elena, so do you.” You smile hugging her tightly.

Damon and Stefan wandered over and both complimented you causing you to smile. Elena began to talk about Esther and her plan to get rid of Klaus when a breath caught in your throat. Klaus was here, dancing. But with someone. With Caroline.

You looked at her and jealousy filled your body. She looked so much better than you, with her blonde hair in ringlets and a bun and you noticed she was even wearing a similar style of dress to you. It didn’t take long before it clicked that he had invited her in your place and had also given her a dress. You didn’t know why but tears began to form and you quickly blinked them away.

Klaus nearly tripped over when he saw you. You looked so beautiful in that dress but guilt quickly filled up his heart. You had seen him and Caroline and he could tell that you had figured it out. All to soon you were looking away and pretending you had seen nothing.

You were so stupid, so stupid to think that you could change him. Make him a good person because he cared about you. But of course he didn’t. What were you? You were just a human and he was an original vampire. Of course he would never be interested in you.

“Are you ok *yn*?” Elena asked worriedly.

“Uh yeah I just really need a drink.” You sniff before hurrying past her and towards the drinks table. The three of them exchange confused glances but let you be alone.

You sighed and walked over to the drinks table. You poured a shot and quickly downed it before an adult could reprimand you.

“Hey *yn*.” A voice spoke and you looked up to see Matt approaching you.

“Hey Matty.” You smiled softly. “You look beautiful.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” You replied, Matt could tell something was up with you straight away.

“You wanna dance?” He coaxed. You glanced at the shot glass then at Matt’s hand and nodded taking his hand in yours as he led you to the dance floor.

Soon Matt had you laughing and almost made you forget about Klaus. Almost. The two of you spun around the dance floor as couples judged you, neither of you were very co-ordinated and you both laughed loudly as you stepped on each others toes. But you didn’t care what other people thought of you.

Klaus glared at the two of you from across the ballroom in jealousy. He didn’t know why but he always seemed to get jealous when it came to the blonde haired jock.

You glared at Klaus and Caroline. The way they were smiling and dancing so prim and proper. Ugh. It was when he whispered something in your ear that you felt sick and you tore your gaze away from them.

“Thanks Matty.” You mumble abruptly ending the dance between you two.

“Where are you going?” Matt asked. “I- I just need some air.” You stammered before shoving past people to get outside and away from Klaus.

You inhaled as you stood on the balcony away from the loud party. You were so confused, one minute you thought you hated him the next minute you were getting jealous over him being with another girl. It was exhausting and frustrating and you’d had enough.

You could hear footsteps from behind and you sighed and swung around. “Matt I really don’t want to-” You cut yourself off as you see Klaus standing there.

“Talk right now.” You whispered as he walked towards you.

“*yn* I can explain.” He spoke and the use of your real name sounded strange rolling off his tongue.

“It’s ok you don’t need to, I get it.” You murmured and he looked at you in confusion.

“I’m just some stupid human right? Mortal and weak. Why would a thousand year old original vampire hybrid be interested in me.” You scoffed forcing a harsh laugh.

“Why would you be interested in me if you could have Caroline. A strong, beautiful and brave vampire.” You murmured.

“That’s not it-”

“Stop lying.” You hissed. “Why else would you just invite her and replace me?”

“It was because you said no that I invited her!” He bellowed. “It’s because I can’t stop thinking about you and I shouldn’t be. You’re right you are a human. And a powerful monster like me shouldn’t care for an innocent girl like you.” He whispered.

“I needed to get you out of my head but it didn’t work!” He yelled. “Even when I’m with her all I think about is you, your innocence, your beauty, your fire, everything.” He whispered and you stared at him as he spoke and you realised how close he was to you.

“You shouldn’t feel things for me.” He murmured his voice cracking.

“I’m a monster, you’re an angel. It isn’t supposed to work.”

“You know what they say right?” You ask and his silence gives you the go ahead to speak.

“Even good girls need a little bad in their life.”

With those words his blazing eyes locked with mine and for a moment I swear everything came to a stand still. Klaus and you were frozen in time just looking at each other. And then it sped up.

Suddenly his lips crashed to yours and you reacted instantly, your body moulding into his as his firm hands grip onto your waist. It was a passionate yet hasty kiss as you ran your hands through his hair as he backed you up against the balcony railing.

The two of you pull apart and try to catch your breathe.

“I can show you the world.” He whispered against your lips.

“Let me?” He continued and you stared at him for a moment before pressing your lips hastily to his hopefully given him the answer he desired.

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I’m a warrior, Im a forcefield, I’m a castle wall …you can stand behind. 🏰 I’m a soldier from a different kind. I can never die… you keep me alive. ❤️💛💚💙💜

things i imagine when i’m trying to fall asleep

I live on the Blanket Planet.  The entire planet surface is covered with many layers of soft pink fleece blankets.  Some are loose on one or two ends, so you can slip underneath to sleep.

The Blanket Planet has no native plants or animals, but it does have humans, descendants of settlers who landed long ago.  They do not have much in the way of technology, because the planet provides for all their needs.  In places a pink liquid seeps to the surface and pools; this liquid has all the nutrients and water a person needs to live.  Near the pools there are holes that go far down into the blanket layers, where waste can be tidily disposed of.  (Are the food seeps and the waste holes connected, deep underground, by some kind of microbial food chain?  Best not to think about it.)  Bands of people gather around the nutrient pools and live quiet, cozy lives, wanting for nothing, spending their days resting or playing on the warm blanket landscape.

I am an astronaut.  I have been sent out into Earth orbit with only my mattress as life support.  This is not as bad as it sounds; my mattress provides perfect life support.  Tiny fibers in the mattress, too fine to cause any pain, slip through my skin and attach to my surface capillaries, and gain access to my bloodstream.

The mattress balances my blood chemistry perfectly.  I do not need to breathe, because it removes carbon dioxide and adds oxygen.  I do not need to eat, because it infuses me with nutrients; I do not need to go to the bathroom, because it removes all wastes.  It warms and cools me as needed.  (As far as radiation and vacuum hazards, it, um, let’s say there’s a forcefield?)

I float in space, and watch the world turn underneath me, mattress at my back.

I am a different kind of astronaut.  I have been tasked with a long-range, long-shot mission: to find a new habitable planet.  I am part of a new kind of space mission, Operation Grapeshot.  Thousands of volunteers were loaded into tiny single-person capsules and fired out into space in many different directions, toward any possibly useful exoplanet.  We understand that most of us will not make it.  Most of us will die in space, millennia from any potential landing site; many more will find their landing site uninhabitable. But we volunteered because there is a chance, however slim, to be pioneers.

In the meantime, the capsule is comfortable.  It is small, the living space barely enough to turn around in, but well-stocked with food and entertainment.  I can watch any movie ever made, listen to any music ever recorded, as I fly through the void to my uncertain destination.  Or I can simply rest, and savor the luxury of truly free time.

Eventually I will land.  Not today, not tomorrow, but it will happen.  And I will step out onto a surface of soft, pink fleece blankets.

The Forgotten One

The Forgotten One

Steve Rogers x  reader

Part 1

So I had an idea and started writing a fic and in about an hour is was 1700 words so I am going to split it in to 2. 

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   You were in love with Steve Rogers, and he didn’t care about you at all. At first you were depressed, then kind of numb but after what had happened in Germany while you waited for him to get his shield back from Sharon Carter you were just done with it all. For years you had been a teammate and you thought a friend to him and now he was standing 10 feet away from you kissing the “love of his life”’s niece just weeks after Peggy’s death. All you could think while Bucky and Sam smirked at him was “What the hell is going on here?”. The same man who had specifically told you a month before Peggy’s death that he just didn’t have time for romance was now kissing Sharon Carter.

   “You can’t just leave, (Y/N), Wanda said from behind you as you continued stuffing clothes and other essentials into a duffle bag.

     You knew you were all safe in Wakanda for now and that the rest of “Team Cap” were planning to stay for a while to help Bucky. You normally would have been there for him as you had been for the others but at the moment your nerves were stretched thin and a certain Captain was at the center of all the jumbled thoughts running through your head.

    “Wanda I love you but I have to go. You don’t understand.” You said not even glancing in her direction knowing you would immediately break down in tears.

     “If I don’t understand then tell me what is going on. Why did you start packing today?” Wanda was pacing your room now, her accent becoming thicker the more upset she got.

    You just stood there for a moment and took a deep breath. Then you made a decision, she deserved an answer but you couldn’t explain so you said the only thing you could think of, “Wanda, I know you can read my mind so do that because I can’t tell you what I’m doing.”

    Wanda stood there looking shocked as you bowed your head and continued to breath deeply trying hard not to block her out. After a few seconds she gasped and began to walk toward you with a look of such sympathy that the tears you had been trying to hide began slipping down your cheeks and you hands began to shake.

     You tried to control your power but when you got upset they became unpredictable and you disappeared from Wanda’s sight and she mumbled “Oh, sweetie”, using her red glow to shower a few sparks over you so she could hug you.

      You knew what she had seen. The years of being alone and ignored until SHIELD had found you in a foster home. No family, no friends, and not an ounce of self esteem. You had been trained for combat, taught to shoot, and you had made friends. You had eventually even begun to date and had a couple of not so successful relationships but they never got you down because you had parted as friends.  

        Then Fury drafted you in to the Avengers. When they flew you to the carrier you were excited to see Natasha but she had been talking to Captain America. Having never met him before you had gone invisible due to nervousness and walked past Nat, poking her in the back with your elbow, causing her to stutter momentarily before continuing her conversation.

         You had not fought in New York as much as the others, using your power of invisibility and force field to shield civilians and moving them from the streets and into the subway tunnels. After everything was said and done you had become a valued part of the team you thought. There had been parties, training, movie nights, and family dinners. There had been mission after mission culminating in helping Steve search for Bucky. Unfortunately that had led to a break in your little family but none of that hurt as much as being in love with someone who basically acted like you were invisible all the time lately.

         Natasha walked in on Wanda with her arm wrapped around you, tears running down the younger girl’s cheeks and you still partially transparent due to your emotions and immediately said “So ladies, who am I going to have to kill tonight?”

         You and Wanda broke apart and you took a couple of deep breaths and began to head toward the bathroom for your toiletries, asking Wanda to explain things to Nat.

Time skip to dinner

      T’challa, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Wanda, Nat and Scott  sat around the formal dining table, the men talking about random things and the women just shooting each other looks then glaring daggers at Steve. After the first course Sam happened to look down the table next to Nat and ask “Where is (Y/N)?”

       “She requested dinner in her room.” T’challa answered, turning back to his conversation with Scott.

        Frowning, Steve turned to Natasha and Wanda and asked “Is (Y/N) sick or something?”

        Neither Nat nor Wanda answered, instead they gave each other a look, not glancing back at Steve and picked up their utensils and placed them on their plates and proceeded to take their dinners and wine glasses and leave the room with a not overly polite “Excuse us!” thrown to the room in general. As they exited dramatically Bucky turned to Steve and muttered “What did you do, punk?” to which Steve just shook his head in bewilderment.

     The knock on your bedroom door took you by surprise because you knew that everyone should be at dinner. When you opened it there stood Nat and Wanda with their dinners and smirks on their faces.

     “If this is your last night with us we are going to have a sleepover.” Nat said pushing past you and taking her dinner to the small table in your room, Wanda trailing behind her.

      “You guys are the best” you said with a small smile as you joined them and laughed along with them as you each recounted funny stories from various missions including when Tony had stepped out of his suit and left it in guard dog mode, tripped and fell in a huge mud puddle.

      After a couple hours, a couple bottles of wine, and a mountain of junk food sent up from the kitchen everyone was getting sleepy so you decided to take a shower so you would be ready to leave in the morning. As soon as they heard the water switch on in the bathroom Nat and Wanda looked at each other sadly and decided to come up with a plan to get you to stay.

       “Nat, we have to do something. She is so unhappy. I looked inside her head and it is chaos and I don’t know how she is living with that burning ache in her chest. I was only in her mind for seconds and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.” Wanda said, her eyes tearing up again as everything she saw replayed in her head.

    “What exactly did you see? I knew she liked Steve, hell the first week after he joined the Avengers she would go invisible whenever he entered a room, but I didn’t know she was still crushing on him so hard.”

      “It’s not a crush Natasha. She loves him. She loves him more than she loves herself. I saw all these moments over the last few years. They would go for coffee or go out to lunch, he would hold her hand or give her a kiss on the cheek and she would melt inside. He would snuggle up to her on movie nights or rest his head on her shoulder while she was cooking. Then a couple months ago she got up the courage to ask him on an actual date and he said he didn’t have time to get romantically involved and then in Germany he kissed Sharon Carter right in front of her while she was shielding Steve, Sharon, Bucky, and Sam with her forcefield and hiding their cars.”

      Natasha’s mouth dropped open and she muttered something like “Oh no he didn’t”. She jumped to her feet and raced out of the room leaving Wanda speechless.

  “STEVE ROGERS!!!! Where are you hiding you All-American asshole?” Nat yelled as she banged on Steve’s door. When the door swung open to show Steve looking at her with a half smile Nat almost punched him but due to her inebriated state and the fact that Bucky read her intentions and grabbed her arm she settle for rattling off a tirade in Russian (Steve only recognizing when she said Sharon’s name) and aiming a kick toward his groin that he easily side stepped.

   “What the hell is wrong with you Nat?” Steve asked and was shocked when she spit at him, pushed Bucky off her arm and walked away.

    “You messed up bad kid,” Bucky said shaking his head at Steve. “The Russian she was speaking was basically how she would like to carve you into little pieces and throw you to the wolves, balls first.”

     “But what did I do Buck?”

     “You broke her best friend’s heart.” Bucky said sadly then turned to head to his own room, not even finishing the movie he and Steve had been watching.

      Steve stood frozen in place. He didn’t know what to do. Should he go talk to Natasha? No, she was too angry right now. He should talk to (Y/N). He didn’t understand how he had broken her heart.

      Making up his mind he went toward the room T’challa had assigned (Y/N) and knocked on the door. When it swung open revealing Wanda and a still angry Nat he sighed and asked “What is going on?” to which he got a jumble of Russian curse words and Sokovian tossed at him and the door slammed in his face. He hadn’t even seen (Y/N) in the room. Was she hiding from him by going invisible?

   He decided to go back to his room and sort it out in the morning. Little did he know the restless night of sleep waiting for him… 

“38 Michigans” by Eva H.D.

You are thirty-eight Michigans away from me,
thirty-eight wolverine states into your cups
in the sky, because being dead is like being
profoundly tanked, profound as an empty silo,
with your thoughts and your arms and your
credit cards ignoring you, just eyes, eyes, and behind
those eyes nothing, or the sky, or the smell of manure,
or thirty-eight Michigans of black, bloated ice.

One Michigan is bigger by far than a football field,
and two or ten is one of those I’m a man who needs
no woman type of motorcycle trips and fifteen is all the
old routes of tea or silk or spice or Trans-Siberian
misery rolled; but thirty-eight is the size of the space where Oh,
I need to call you, though laying hands upon
the phone I am repelled by a forcefield of practicality,
grasping at the incongruities of the calendar year and my
desire and your non-existence. Thirty-eight Michigans away
you are no doubt somewhere or other, balking at being,
polishing off a sandwich made of rare, impossible air.
You are as likely as the apocalypse. I can almost hear
you on my radio, the cracks in your voice of clay.

I summon up photos of our planet as seen from
invented places like e.g. the moon and it looks
like a Rubik’s cube. Peel off the stickers and
solve the black plastic beneath. Solve this blank
sheet of aluminium. Solve this anteater.

Yes, I recommend walking in the rain,
sluicing in the lake, howling at the shadow
of the moon behind the moon. Say Go long
before you throw long. Say Heads. Give the
dead more than their due. Yes, I recommend
cutting and running. Can you hear me, thirty-eight
Michigans down the line? Go long.

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Never Trust a Guy With a Metal Arm

Summary/Request: Hello again!!! Here I am with a new request Buckyxreader. The reader is Peter Quill’s younger sister, she can control electricity and is part of the Guardians of the Galaxy. During a patrol, she, Rocket and Baby Groot fell on Earth and the Avengers found they. The team bring they at the tower for the reader, finally, call to Quill. Bucky is impressed with her powers he meets her and starts to like her, but Rocket and Baby Groot are really protectors. It’s a little long but is this! Thank you! ( @mimisari234 )

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Nope i don’t think

A/N: I couldn’t have got this done without @winterxblood and her inspirational gif


“See? This is why I don’t like you driving my Milano!”

Peter scowled at you as he tried to shake off the restraints from his wrists and ankles.

The four of you were on duty somewhere beyond the galaxy. Having time to spend, you decided to gear up and start your brother’s Milano so the team would get to your destination faster, without having to wait for the ship to cool and start.

You thought it was smart, but Peter, on the other hand, thought the opposite. You insisted on driving and before you knew it, you crashed the ship on rocky grounds in the middle of god knows where.

 The group was immediately taken into a big truck where several people bound you at the wrists, ankles, and even took your weapons. You had a shock collar on in case you’d try your powers on the poor people. They obviously knew who you guys were.

“My apologies, brother for trying to help you out back there.” You huffed, resting your head on the cool surface of the vehicle’s wall.

“How thoughtful of you.“

“Where are they taking us, anyway?” Rocket asked. The four of you rocked back and forth in the car, trying your hardest to see what was on the other side of the driver’s spot. Groot shook in his tiny space in the little glass jar he was in, banging on the walls which clearly didn’t help.

“Hey, asshole,” You shouted out the window to the driver. “Where are you taking us?” Nudging your elbow to bang on the cement. The man in the uniform said nothing, only to glare at you through the mirror and shut the door.

“Thanks a lot, Y/N.” Peter rolled his eyes. You kicked his combat boots with yours.

“If only Gamora was here, she’d side with me and I’d have you kick your-“

The vehicle stopped in a halt, causing the four of you to roll and accelerate in opposite directions on the floor. You groaned slightly as your back hit a wall. The large doors opened, sunlight shining through the green scenery in the background. You pushed your body to sit up, back leaning against the wall again but only to be dragged out harshly.

You, Peter, and Rocket were now held up by numerous people who seemed to be dressed in blue stealth suits. One person held Groot (who was safe in his jar) as they followed you into a big complex.

Looking around, you got a glimpse at the scene surrounding you. This place looked familiar, you thought. Clearly it wasn’t from your former planet, but the planet you came from.

The big building was grey, a few stories high with a garage at the bottom. It was in the middle of a nice open green area where trees surrounded it, a big ‘A’ was labeled at the front. You saw people who looked like they were being trained all lined up to the right who were being instructed by their trainer, another building which looked like a storage space in the back, and numerous recruits surrounded the area.

“Let us go..” You heard Peter say from behind you. You saw him struggle in his restraints as the agents were trying to keep him still.

“Peter, stop moving.” You hissed as you entered the building. You looked up in awe when you were greeted with various jets plastered on a second stage, computers and tactical gear all around.

“Holy shi-“

“Is this?” Rocket asked.

“Cap.” An agent spoke. They nodded at the man who was now walking in front of them, dressed in a casual blue shirt with a brown leather jacket and jeans.

“Good lord.” You whispered to yourself.

The agents pushed the four of you to follow the blonde man into a secluded area. They sat you down in chairs, Groot on the table.

Once everyone was settled, the man spoke. “You can release them now, guys.” He said. The agents obliged as he smiled politely at them, shooing them off to leave.”

“Driving an aircraft into a privately owned land, I see?” The man asked, looking up at the projection in front of him. “Do you know why you’re here? Where you are?”

“The mighty Captain America, Steve Rogers.” Rocket smirked, rubbing his wrists. “Y’know, you could’ve let your men handle us a bit more with care.” He joked. Steve nodded.

“New complex, I see?” You asked, turning to a few others who stepped into the briefing room.

Steve was about to speak until another man spoke for him. You could recognize him, these people, anywhere. “That’s right, space girl. Proudly paid for by the one and only.” The man winked as he took a seat.

“Holy. That-This is Tony Stark!” Your brother exclaimed. “Big fan of you.” He smiled, shaking Tony’s hand.

A man with long hair and a metal arm took a seat next to you. He gave you a smile as you met his eyes, you doing the same as Groot climbed up your jacket and onto your shoulder, frowning at the man.

“Easy now.” You whispered.

Chatter started in the room as everyone sat down. “Alright, everyone settle down.” Steve announced. Once everyone was quiet, he started to speak. “My name, as you know, is Steve Rogers. My fellow Avengers and I have brought the four of you here because we want to announce something to you.” He explained.

Your files started appearing in a row in the middle of the table for everyone to see, projected on the little device. “We know you four, and all of the others up there.” Steve nodded as he looked at the screen.

“Flying raccoon, large-“ Tony looked at Groot who was held on your shoulder. “Small tree man, and two twins, basically.” He explained.

You frowned. “Fair enough.”

“We know what you guys have done. Your powers, abilities..” Steve explained. “Especially you, Y/N.” He smiled.

Tony stood from his spot, swiping the hologram. “Which is why we brought you here to recruit you. Of course, we were gonna send a ship to get you, but conveniently, you decided to wreck the land and show up.”

“Yeah about that,” You laughed. “Terribly sorry about that. You see, my brother and I-“

“Oh, we’re not looking for an apology, Quill. All we ask is for your assistance. Stay here on earth, train with us, earn your badges as an Avenger.”

“I mean, we would have to think about it first.” Peter interrupted. “We can’t just leave the planet for another team.” He sighed.

“Well, just know that you’re always welcomed here.”




And so you were. With four months of training again, your team decided to leave the galaxy for a while and come back to earth to help earth’s mightiest heroes. You got to know the team within the months, them becoming like your new family. It took time to adjust, but with a few bonding sessions and common interests, you were able to adjust quickly.

It was a nice day outside, so you and your friend, Wanda decided to train outside of the compound. You got along with her the most, since you two had powers that were useful together during battle. Tony joked how the colors of your powers went well.

You saw Peter training with Clint and Bucky on the grass, Rocket sat down on a nearby tree with Groot as he stared down at the man with the metal arm. You rolled your eyes.

“So, you got any missions this week?” You asked Wanda as you held your fingers up to attack her. She blocked your electricity with her powers, as you went back and forth on the grass.

“Nope. I’m free until Tuesday. I do have to train the newest mutants, though.” She sighed. “You?”

“Yeah.” You said, pausing quickly to attack her forcefield. “I’m suppose to go on a mission with Barnes tomorrow.” You smiled, a blush creeping up on your neck.

Wanda gasped, walking towards you to counterattack. “No way! You and Barnes?”

“I know right..” You smiled. “I’ve never gone on a mission with him. Hell, we don’t even talk to each other. I don’t think he’s ever seen me in action.”

“What do you think of him?” She smirked, noticing your blush as she floated in the air, you on the ground. “Oh, Y/N…” She teased, reading your mind as you laughed out.

“I’m excited, honestly.” You said as she lowered herself on the ground. “That’s why Rocket and Groot are..You know.” You tilted your head to see them.

You noticed Bucky sparring with your brother. He was in a black long sleeved shirt and jeans, barefoot as his hands were wrapped. You bit your lip as you watched him in action, rejoicing in your head as you got to see what he can actually do. Your eyes began to turn a light blue, signaling all your energy being built up.

You didn’t notice Wanda talk to you, but when you weren’t responding, she sent you flying back onto the grass, back up against the tree Rocket and Groot were on. She floated towards you, smiling as you groaned out.

“What was that for?” You frowned.

“I didn’t say we were done.” She smiled, holding a hand to help you up.

“I hate you.” You said, grabbing her arm to send a small bolt of electricity through her, causing her to punch your arm.

“Nice powers there.” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned around to see Bucky smirking down at you, unwrapping his arms and tossing the remains into his bag. He called for a break with Peter and Clint as they walked off into the compound, Wanda following behind.

“Thanks.” You smiled. “I could’ve done better. Probably send her off flying first.” You laughed.

Bucky smiled at the trail you left on the floor. “Took it hard, huh?”

“That’s Wanda.” You shrugged. “So, you ready for our mission tomorrow?” You asked him, leaning against the tall tree as you watched him pack up.

“Definitely. I’ve never been on one with you alone, though. I’m somewhat scared at what you could do.” He winked up at you, sending butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“So you should. Your powers are amazing and come in handy with any enemy that come in contact with us. You and Wanda especially.” He said, slinging his bag over his shoulders.

“You too, soldier. Amazing combat training skills, a metal arm… Good with a gun and knives.” You raised your eyebrow. He walked toward you to listen closer. “Electricity does wonders with metal. You should be careful.”

“That so?”

“Mhmm.” You looked up at him, his chest meeting yours under the big tree. “But sometimes it can help out defeat the opposing team.”

“How strong is this electricity of yours?” He asked, arm resting on the trunk.

You smirked, slowly taking the knife out from his holster along his waist. You threw it at a nearby tree, and as it hit the trunk, you held your hand up to conjure your strength, sending the tree to cripple right then and there as it slowly started to send in sparks.

“Shit.” he muttered, looking at the tree.

“I’ll buy you a new one, don’t worry.”

He only smiled down at you, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

We exist, you know!” A voice called from above you. You rolled your eyes to see Rocket come down and climb up your arm to rest on your shoulder. Groot did the same and sat in the pocket of your jacket.

You sighed, smiling as you met Bucky’s gaze at the creatures on you. “They’re a little over protective. Only want me to engage in contact with men in the galaxy.”

“I can see that. They’ve been eyeing me for the last two hours.” Bucky said. “Especially him.” He pointed at the raccoon who slowly frowned.

“If you do anything to her, boy I swear I will rip-“

“Rocky!” You shouted, pulling his tail. “Be nice.”

Bucky smirked, guiding you into the compound again, greeting others as they walked by you.

He walked you up into the elevator, which took you to the avenger’s rest areas and walked you to your room. You let Rocket inside as Groot sat peacefully in your pocket.

“You know, you really gotta tell me more about yourself, and your friends.” Bucky spoke. “I’m interested.”

“Well me and Peter were originally from here so we’re not any different from you guys.” You spoke. “These guys, however, are obviously different, but we’ll get to that some other time.” You smiled, taking Groot’s small hand to place him on your shoulder. He hid behind your ear.

“Maybe after our mission I can take you somewhere where we can talk about that.” Bucky offered. “Maybe somewhere in New York?”

“That sounds nice.” You agreed. “Yes, definitely. Without any distracting animals or guns and knives..”

“Great! I’ll see you in a few hours then.” He winked, placing his hands in his pocket.

“Will do.”

You walked into your quarters and sat down with a smile on your face next to Rocket. You laid your head back on the couch, sighing in content before you felt eyes on you.

“What?” You asked, meeting rocket’s eyes.

“Never trust a guy with a metal arm.”