goddamn look at her

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Agents of H.E.A.R.T.E.Y.E.S.  😍 😍 😍

Until Death Do Us Part

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LOIS:  Look, Clark, I know that I got a little thorny when you raised the red flag on A.C.
CLARK:  I was just trying to look out for you.
LOIS:  And I appreciate it.  I’ve just never had someone to help guide me through the shark-infested ocean of romance. … Not that I can’t fend for myself.
CLARK:  You know, I think I was wrong about our friend A.C.

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also this part cracked me up

to be fair it apparently cracked Uraraka up too

Midoriya’s just like “HAVE YOU EVEN FUCKING MET HIM ”

but then he at least managed to turn it into an inspirational speech about how ~no one’s holding back this is about our dreams gender does not matter~

“DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT GENRE WE’RE IN, COME ON”

Mirror For The Sun - Part 7: The Grand Tetons

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 6 - Part 8 

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, super mild smoot (it’s not really even smut)

Word Count: 4501

Author’s Note: This part is way too damn long. I really just like the ending. But I also couldn’t figure out what I wanted to cut so you’re getting all of it.

Originally posted by annutystan

As we climb back to the car, Y/N has slipped off of Sam’s shoulders and shoved past him, nearly running up the trail, farther away from Sam. And from me. When we make it to the top of the trail and the edge of the parking lot, Steve looks to me with a shocked and unsure shrug, lifting his hands up in question. She barely speaks to anyone, only muttering a disgruntled, “Trunk, please” to Steve.

Once we’ve changed into dry clothes, Y/N tosses her now useless phone haphazardly into the trunk and grabs for her dated Atlas before slipping into the car without a word. She doesn’t move closer to me, she doesn’t look up from her Atlas. Goddamn it. She’s so upset. “Go left,” she instructs with a heavy sigh as she flips through the pages until she finds the map for South Dakota. She traces over an already marked road until it reaches the end of the page, before moving quickly over to Wyoming.

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Dark Lovers [4]

An Au Series

Character Pairing: AU!Demon King Steve Rogers x AU!Demon Bucky Barnes x AU!Angel Female Reader

Word Count: 2,975

Warnings: 18+, mentions of torture and violence, nothing major though. Language and King of Hell Wrath.

A/N: As always, @apolla62200, this wouldn’t be possible without you!

One - Two - Three



“You don’t mean that.”

Bucky stood tall, arms crossed over his chest. His eyes had turned black and his wings were spread behind him.

You wanted to smile through your hurt. Bucky didn’t hide his emotions well.

“I do though,” you whispered. “So much has happened in the weeks I have been gone. I fear that I have only made it worse for myself.”

His jaw clenched so hard that you could hear his teeth grind together. His wings relaxed against his back, but his stance was still defensive. “I sense a lot of sadness in you little one.”

You looked at the floor as tears pricked your eyes, “It doesn’t matter.”

“But it does,” Bucky said vehemently. “You were glowing with happiness when you left this chamber. Your eyes and your smile held so much light. But now, all I see is a heavy darkness.”

You shook your head with sardonic laugh, “You’re not wrong.”

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Partners

23. “Just pretend to be my date.” request by anon.

Pairing: kacchako

Word count: short?? they don’t show this shit on mobile

Rating: t, cause Bakugou

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“Pretend to be my date.”

Ochako rubbed her eyes, not sure if she was dreaming or not. After waking up at the sound of strong knocks at her apartment door, she expected if was one of her neighbors wanting to complain about something. What she didn’t expect, was to see Bakugou Katsuki, wild blond hair and angry red eyes, standing in front her.

“Bakugou…?”, she mumbled, voice raspy from being asleep just minutes ago. “What do you want?”

He gulped, as if he was swallowing his pride. “Pretend. To be. My date.”

His voice sounded odd and restrained, like he regretted saying them. Ochako blinked.

“Hum… I’m gonna need you to be more clear than that.”, she said, arms crossed, leaning on the door frame.

His scowl deepened, hands trembling. He was trying to hold some explosions back, that was for sure.

“To the goddamn party Best Jeanist’s gonna host!”, Bakugou blurted out, looking away from her.

Ochako had heard of the party. The now third best hero in the country decided to throw one of those fancy charity events, the profits destinated to a foundation that helped the victims of villain attacks and their families. It was a really nice initiative, but the invites were a bit expensive. The girl couldn’t afford to spend that much, now that she had to pay her own rent.

Which reminded her…

“And after three years since you last saw me, you decided to ask me out at 11:00 pm on a tuesday, because…?”

Bakugou flinched at her sarcastic tone.

“I’m not asking you out, stupid round-face!”, he said, running a hand through the back of his head. He had an undercut now, she noticed. “I just need you to go with me to this fucking ball and pretend to be my date. Don’t blow this out of proportion!”

“Wow, you really know how to convince a girl.”

It’s not like Ochako held any grudges from high school. Despite being a dick to her and all her friends, Bakugou had gone through a great development, and ended up becoming a not so unpleasant company at the end. However, after school was over, she hadn’t heard much from him. They saw each other from time to time, for work-related reasons, but she kinda felt hurt that he never return her calls or joined the rest of their friends when they hung out.

“Look, i know it’s been a long time”, he started, frowning at her hurtful expression. Taking in a deep breath, his stance got a little more relaxed. “And i… i’m fucking sorry, okay?!”

Her eyes went wide open. Bakugou Katsuki, apologising? Not something she ever thought of seeing in her life. He caught her impressed reaction, scowling and letting out a stressed sigh.

“I just, needed to focus on my career. It’s hard enough trying to go solo without any distractions. I don’t have time for it.” he muttered, looking genuinely honest. Her eyes softened a little. “This stupid party’ll be full of government people and potential investors. And i need to make a good fucking impression if i ever want to stop being just a sidekick.”

Ochako blinked, putting the pieces together. “So, you think i could make a good impression?”

He scoffed. “I’ve seen you on the magazines. TV shows. Posters. Gunhead sure knows how to use that round face of yours to promote his agency.”

She blushed, looking away from him. It wasn’t a lie. Gunhead wasn’t exactly the greatest example of charisma, and having her on his office had made a huge difference in his popularity. But Ochako wasn’t just a pretty face, and he knew that. They’ve been a great team during the last few years she’s been his sidekick.

“Besides, you’re good with people. You have this stupid positive attitude, and you know how to use words.”, she felt her cheeks warming up at the strange compliments. “Those old geezers will fall in love with you in the blink of an eye.”

“You, on the other hand, would just make them run away in terror.”, she pointed out, watching as his face curled up in a sneer.

“Yeah, smart-ass. But with you by my side, maybe they’ll actually hear what i have to say. Then, if we can convince them, they’ll land us the money to start our own office!”

She choked, not sure if she heard that right.

“Our office? D-do you mean… Are you proposing a partnership?”, Ochako’s eyes were wild. She must have gone crazy, Bakugou would never ask her that.

“It’s not like that, stupid!” he hurried his words, looking a bit flustered himself. “I mean, just until our names start to stand out as solo heroes. Than, we can on our fucking ways.”

She slowly nodded, starting to understand his track of thought. Going solo was really hard these days, with so many heroes popping out of nowhere. If you didn’t have the money, you had to really stand out from the crowd to catch the eyes of investors and get your office going. Then, there’s the hiring, administration, keeping track of the income, of the popularity, sometimes campaigns and other issues. At such young age, and with barely any resources, Ochako would never make it own her on.

Bakugou, although being one of the best of their generation, lacked every other quality a pro hero should have, such as charisma, patience and cooperativeness. Even if he had the money to start, he would certainly be demonized by media and other agencies would refuse to work with him. If they could rely on each other until they were well recognized as pro heroes, maybe there was a chance for both of them to achieve their goals.

“So? You in or not?”, she snapped from her thoughts, looking back at him. He looked impatient, hands on his pockets, staring at her with expectation. “I’ll pay for your entrance, even buy you a fucking dress if you wa—”

“I’m in.”

His eyes were wide for a second. He stared at her, looking for any trace of sarcasm in her face. “You… you’re in? Are you sure, round-face? Even if we can make it, It’s gonna be a long damn time before we can hire assistants, and there’s the management issue and—

“I said i’m in, Bakugou.”, she had a big smile on her lips, as he stared at her in awe. He expected her to say no, to laugh at him, to send him flying out of the fucking building. But not to actually accept his offer.

“I have some conditions, though.”, she said, and he raised a brow at her serious expression. “No baku-raging at the party. You’ll act like a gentleman, and agree with everything i say. And you’ll call me by my name, from now on. No snarky nicknames about my face.”

He sneered at her, rolling his eyes. “Fine, Uraraka. Anything else?”

She thought about it for a second. “Yes. If we do manage to start our own office, i’ll be the one who’ll name it. You’re awful with names.”

Bakugou’s eyes flared up at the insult.

“What?! What’s wrong with King and Queen of Explodo-Kills?!

At this, she slammed the door in his face, going back to her bed.

And this, was how hero agency Supernova was born, now one of the biggest offices in Japan.

Relief

I just wanted to give Emma a break from her batshit-crazy life and a chance to cuddle on the couch with her husband, but I ended up giving her a cold with a side of angst.

Takes place shortly after the Final Battle.


She’s sick within a week.

Truly nothing serious, but thoroughly miserable nevertheless; she’s put her body and her nerves through too much lately, and now she’s paying the price. Naturally, Killian acts as though she’s dying and given the events of the past few months, she tries to be sensitive about it. He does come from a world where a fever and a sore throat very well could have been the beginning of the end. And, of course, there’s the fact that she very clearly did die (or at least came close to it) right in front of his eyes not even ten days ago.

In a way, it’s a relief. She can’t even think of the last time that she’s been free of gut-sickening adrenaline long enough for her body to succumb to simple illness.

It’s a relief to feel run down and beat up when the cause isn’t some malevolent magical force trying to wrench her away from the people she loves. She’ll take this any day when it means getting to wake up to her husband who still looks at her like she’s the most beautiful goddamn thing he’s ever laid eyes on despite the fact that her eyes are swollen and she can only breathe through her mouth.

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Mirror For The Sun - Part 8: Change of Plans

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 7 - Part 9

Summary: (Bucky POV) Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 3171

Author’s Note: Gah sorry this took so long. I’m already starting on prt 9, so hopefully it won’t be as long for the next one.

Originally posted by gliceria

This morning is a battle. It’s a battle to focus on really anything but Y/N. I’m just not sure what to make of any of this. I have no idea what she’s thinking while she flits around the campsite packing up the sleeping bags and tent while Sam works on breakfast. She doesn’t seem any warmer to me than she is to Sam, playfully dodging his reach when she steals a piece of bacon, or than when she grabs Steve’s arm to get an extra lift to push the tent bag on top of the car. I can’t figure out if this morning was just a weird thing in an emotional moment or if it was something more.

It’s also a battle over the next stop. She’s sitting stubbornly on the picnic table holding her atlas while Sam begs her to get in the car. Steve is rolling his eyes and I’m barely holding back my laughter.

“Come on! You’re being such a princess!” Sam scoffs, “Get in the car.”

“No! Vegas is not part of the plan!” She shouts back defiantly.

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Ok. I need to talk about this. It just occured to me that this is the only time they actually behaved truly “immature” towards each other. See, it took me a while to think about, and I could never quite put my finger on what exactly it was that I thought fascinated me about the particular way in which the Anne/Gilbert relationship was adapted in this version. Casting is great of course, as is their chemistry, no need to argue about that. But what the writers did here, with all their changes and alterations, additions and partly really flying off the canon big time and into AU-land…they made both Anne and Gilbert seem more ‘adult’ than they actually are, also in relation to one another. The books and all other adaptations hint at the romantic potential of the Anne/Gilbert conflict from the beginning…only it is usually a childish, boys-annoying-girls-girls-pretending-to-be-peeved kind of elementary school dynamic. Anne 2017 is of course altogether more “mature” and realist, with the realities of life back in the days shown more starkly and the timeless realities of adolecence and teenage life struggles also being shown in a pleasantly frank way (period talk, the mouse in the pants, etc.)

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