he was looking at her during this line

Drawing Soulmate AU

Based on the AU where anything your soulmate draws on their skin shows up on your skin too

  • Percy draws on his arms when he’s bored in class
  • Which is nearly all the time
  • Percy hopes his soulmate likes the pictures he draws
  • Annabeth really likes seeing the random doodles show up
  • They help her feel not as alone after she runs away
  • Sometimes they write little messages to each other
  • When Percy shows up at Camp he had a few random words written in Greek
  • While Annabeth is giving him ambrosia she notices the same words on her arms and gets really excited
  • She writes, “You drool in your sleep” on her arm and sure enough it shows up on Percy’s
  • When he wakes up he’s really confused but then he sees Annabeth and they both get really excited because they found each other at twelve.
  • Piper doesn’t write on her arms a lot since it washes off in water pretty easily (and it’s only on your soulmate’s arm as long as it’s on yours)
  • Then Piper gets a mostly waterproof marker and writes on her arm all. the. time.
  • Jason is thrilled when he gets more messages all of a sudden
  • When Jason gets the tattoo on his arm Piper is really surprised since they’re only four
  • The tattoo on her arm fades overtime but it’s never completely gone
  • Frank doesn’t get any marks on his arm for a really long time
  • But the first one he gets is a really amazing drawing of horse on his left arm
  • As soon as that shows up he writes “Hi” in really big letters across his hand
  • Hazel is really excited when the word “Hi” shows up
  • For a while they communicate through writings
  • Every time one of them asks where the other lives they always say “it’s complicated” since they’re not sure how to explain New Rome
  • One day they’re both on guard duty when Frank asks what Hazel’s doing and she says she’s drawing a picture for her soulmate
  • A small cluster of yellow flowers that’s a few feet away
  • Slowly, as she’s drawing, the lines begin to show up on Franks arm
  • He gets really excited but he wants to let her finish the drawing first so he waits before asking to borrow her pen
  • Then, in huge letters, he rights “Hi” on his hand
  • Hazel looks over in realization and they both get supper excited and talk for hours
  • Leo is cracking up during Mark of Athena when they write “Hot Stuff” and “All the Ladies luv Leo”
  • He hopes his soulmate is having a good laugh too
  • He’s never gotten any writings back but he always convinces himself that his soulmate is out there somewhere
  • Calypso feels bad about not being able to respond but she’s glad her soulmate keeps sending messages
  • Will writes notes for himself all the time on his arm
  • Sometimes they’re things like “Clean up cabin” or “Restock Band-Aids”
  • But other times they’re really obscure things like “Look up Sphenopalatine Ganglioneuralgia”
  • Nico can’t figure out if his soulmate just really likes words or if they want to be a doctor or something similar since they tend to be medical related
  • Nico usually writes what the word means on his arm and Will will tell him if he got it right
  • Nico writes phrases in Italian
  • They love the game they have going of looking up obscure medical words and translating Italian
  • When Nico shows up at camp he goes to Will and says, “Hey, you know medical words, can you tell me what this means?”
  • And Will gets really excited and says what he just translated from Italian
  • And they’re both so happy because they finally found each other

Whipped…boyfriend!!!

***

“Boo!”

Y/N isn’t expecting for Harry to be surprised much, at least not for sneaking up on him.

“Y/N, love! I’ve missed ye’ so much, kitten!”

He tucks his phone into his back pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, a grin so wide and a feeling so comforting that nothing in the world could ruin the moment.

“Missed you loads, too, H!” She whispers into his hair, the feeling of his breath on her neck soothing her instantly.

Harry pecks at her neck before setting her back down, his eyes scanning over her every feature. His heart melts at the way she looks up at him, and when he sees her stand on her tip toes, he leans down to press his lips to hers.

It’s a playful exchange of kisses, with Y/N’s hands gripping at the sides of his printed shirt, and Harry’s large hands cupping her face. Kisses with open eyes and big stupid smiles. Kisses that don’t last longer than three second before their lips separate only to press together again. And in between them, Harry whispers ‘missed ye’ too much’ and ‘I love you’ in broken phrases.

Missed. Kiss. Ye’. Kiss. Too. Kiss. Much. Kiss.

He nudges his nose against hers lightly before pressing one last kiss to her forehead and wrapping an arm around her neck so it dangles over her shoulder as they begin to walk.

“Didn’t tell me ye’ were comin’ for a visit, love.”

Not that Harry minds, at all. He just would’ve liked to have been the first person she saw, not some random cabbie or whoever picked her up at the airport.

“Thought it’d be fun to pop by unannounced. Jeff pitched the idea after he overheard Mer talking to me over the phone. Said you could use a little company in that empty hotel room of yours.”

She bumps his hip with hers, giggling for a moment at the famous half smirk he gives her.

“Hm, well if tha’s why ye’ came here then I reckon we should get t’ tha’ empty hotel room, ehh?”

He’s stopped dead in his tracks, moving to stand in front of Y/N to look at her directly. And Harry can visibly see her tense up, the playful look she’d been sporting a few seconds ago gone.

“Y/N-” he begins, eyebrows furrowed into concern, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, H. I know it’s taking forever, but it’s just-” and she’s trying so hard not to disappoint him. She knows they’ve been dating far too long for intimacy not to be part of the relationship already, and it makes her mad that she can’t let herself love him in that way. Not because she doesn’t want to, she knows they’re meant to be together, she just doesn’t feel ready yet.

“No. No, kitten, you’ve got nothing t’ apologise for,” Harry’s hands rub at her upper arms soothingly, hoping to assure her that he’s okay with it, “m'not ever g'na rush this. I want ye’ t’ be sure when the time comes that you want it as much as I do.”

“But I know that it’s frustrating and-”

“-and m'g'na wait as long as I’ve got t’. M'not g'na love ye’ less b'cos of it. Jus’ wan’ ye’ t’ be sure, love.”

He gives her that smile. That toothy smile that can make all their problems fade into nothing. And so she smiles, too.

“Tha’s m'girl.”

***

“Well would ye’ look at this lovely picture.”

A 'wuh-PSSSH’ sound follows the comment, a voice too familiar not to notice.

“Still whipped, mate?”

Harry just smiles, unwrapping his arm from around Y/N to stand up and greet his friend in a proper hug.

“Oh, look at this,” Y/N can hear Harry coo before she’s even got the chance to slip out of the booth they’re currently sat at, “Freddie’s here!”

And to say he completely disregarded Louis at this point would be an understatement, he might as well be invisible now.

Harry stretches his arms out, and Louis complies at letting him hold his one year old.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, Harry. I’ve been great, thanks mate.”

Harry pays the sarcasm no mind as he sets the baby on his hip, and instead smiles and coos at Freddie who looks up at him with happy eyes.

“Don’t worry, did the same to me earlier.” Y/N laughs at the thought of Harry having left her side with out a second thought to hold who she came to find out was an adorable little baby girl named Ruby.

Louis welcomes her into a hug, whispering a low 'outta have kids then’ in her ear.

And that warms her heart. To think that one day, she’ll be lucky enough to welcome a lovely little human that’ll be a mix of her and Harry, she honestly can’t wait. But now she feels even more guilty.

But Harry smiles at her adoringly, baby Freddie in his arms chuckling and trying to grab at Harry’s short but now longer hair.

“I see you two are still disgustingly sweet as usual,” Louis comments.

Just the way Harry looks at you, it’s unreal and anyone who knew you both would swear you were meant for each other, even before either of you realised it. And that’s exactly what your friends thought. Seeing Harry look at you the way he did at the many dinners and house parties everyone would gather for definitely added to those thoughts.

And you two have been practically inseparable ever since New York. You were glad Harry had gathered up the courage to find you that night, don’t know if you’d be in this position if he hadn’t. You were glad he was hell bent on not leaving that hotel room until things were cleared up because “really miss m'best friend. Tell me wha’ I did so I can fix it, kit'en.” And you were glad he’d said those three words that solidified the fact that he was there to make sure you were his, even though you had been all along.

“Will be. So long as this one will have me,” the press of Harry’s lips to Y/N’s has Louis grunting in pretend distaste.

“Better get going, don’ wanna interrupt Harry still being whipped.”

Harry hands Freddie over with a pout.

“Still no complaints though.”

***

To say everything is going perfect would be an understatement. Harry’s music is being praised and appreciated and Y/N can’t explain how happy it makes her that Harry’s happy. His performances are nothing short of amazing, and she loves seeing him gush over “they were singing along, babe! Just a great feelin’!”

She’s been flying back and forth along his side during all this. New York, London, Paris, and then back to New York. And Harry loves sharing this with her. He loves having her watching him from the side lines, singing along as she claps and gives him thumbs up and blows kisses at him for support. He loves getting off stage with so much adrenaline and kissing her so hard because Harry doesn’t take anything for granted, no. He’s thankful he’s getting to do what he loves and even more with his better half by his side.

“A'right. How do I look?” His jazz hands and that big smile plastered on his face are indication of just how hyped he is for this.

“I’ve never seen anyone pull off black better than you, H!”

And it’s true. Harry can pull off any colour. Blue, red, yellow, pink; you name it! But black. Black gives him a sexy sort of mysterious sophistication.

“Think so?” He looks himself over in the mirror, content at his choice.

Y/N looks at him through the mirror from where she’s sat on the couch of his dressing room, nodding a yes as she gets up to stand on the furniture.

“Please no stage diving today?” She’d be all for it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s already tried it and it didn’t go as planned. She really doesn’t want him or any of the fans getting injured.

Harry only chuckles and nods in embarrassment as he strides over to stand in front of her, his head tilting up just a bit to look at her since she’s standing on the cushions.

“M'serious, Harry!” But she smiles anyway, arms lazily slung over his shoulders and around his neck. She brings a hand to tug at the hairs at the nape of it as Harry sets his at either side on her hips, thumbs rubbing at her hipbones.

It’s the last listening party before the album is released, and Harry’s pretty sure the second he mentions stage diving, Jeff will have him pulled off stage. Or carried because it is Jeff after all.

“I’ll try not to, kit'en.” Harry doesn’t know why it was a good idea to do it in the first place. But he had all that adrenaline and he was just so excited. Y/N of course had scolded him and slapped his arm after he got off stage because, “you could’ve broken something Harry!!” But he’d kissed the small amount of anger away.

“I’ll be watching from the sides?” Every time before a performance or an interview she says that, and every time she does Harry smiles just as big.

***

“Congrats, Ni!!!!!”

Finally, after a few months of all the boys doing their own thing, everyone’s finally got a chance to gather up at a small venue for Harry’s pre-launch party. Jeff had asked Y/N for help in terms of invitees, and it’d be outrageous not to have Liam, Niall, and Louis attend.

And so Niall is the last to arrive, and the moment he walks through the door, a very tipsy Y/N can’t contain her excitement at finally reuniting with another one of her friends.

“Oí, have enough drinks for the rest of us have ya?” Niall just about tumbles back with the sudden weight of her body as she throws herself at him, but he catches her in his arms and steadies her.

“You’re late mister,” she’s slurring just a bit, words somewhat coherent.

“Does 'arry know you’re drunk??”

He wraps an arm around her waist for support, in fear that she might be too over her head to even walk with out tripping and falling.

“Drunk? M'not drunk,” she pokes at his chest, and Niall only now notices the red cup in her hand threatening to spill over his shirt, “you’re just sober.”

He lets out a lively laugh. Drunk Y/N is something else, and he’s only ever seen her like this when Harry’s not really paying attention to her.

She hiccups and continues with a pout, “he’s over somewhere. With some girl,” she motions her hand around and nowhere in particular, again, the drink sploshing around in the red cup.

Harry hadn’t meant to leave her alone, he’d been pulled away from her side by someone he can’t even recall the name of, because that’s how out of it he is. So he’s been handed drink left and right, downing them with out retaliation because he doesn’t wanna seem like a downer. And although he really should go find his Y/N, he doesn’t think she’d mind if she’s having fun too.

But she’s not. At least not as much as she’d like. All she wants is for Harry to kiss her and hold her hand, because they’re both affectionate drunks, and it’s always a plus to annoy their friends in that way. But she hasn’t seen him in a while. Last she caught a glimpse was about an hour or so ago, when he was being led over to a group of people she doesn’t really recognise, and it made her notice how out of it she is. She doesn’t remember inviting half the people in the room, but the little attention Harry seems to be giving her has her drinking with out a purpose.

It reminds her of when they were only friends. In the same circumstance, she’d drink the night away in hopes of erasing the imagine of Harry smiling wide, eyes crinkled because some girl was whispering god knows what in his ear. He’d be hunched over just a bit to give the girl better access as she mumbled and giggled. And Harry would nod slightly before moving to whisper something back, face too close to her liking. But it, too, was always nothing, because shortly after she would have to turn away. Try to hide the fact that yes, she might have been staring at Harry for much longer than she’d ever admit to. And when he’d catch a glimpse of her doing just the same with a guy, giggling and whispering and smiling like crazy, he’d make his way over. Weaving his way around dancing bodies to get to her. And he’d smile that drink infused crooked smile of his before whispering something like “let’s get ye’ home, pet,” and leading her out of the place with his palm to her lower back.

So yeah, this sort of reminds her of old times. Only this time, they’re actually dating and he’s nowhere to be found.

***

Harry doesn’t remember getting home. He doesn’t remember taking of his clothes either.

In fact, the last thing he remembers is Y/N kissing at his neck and tugging at his pants.

And..oh no. If that’s how…if they were both drunk and-ah shit! Neither of them were suppose to be drunk when it finally happened. Harry wanted to make sure she would be okay with everything going on. He would have wanted to whisper how good she was taking him. Wanted to assure her that he was there with her, that all he wanted was to make her feel good. Harry just wanted to make love to her the right way.

And now he doesn’t even remember half the night.

So he bring his hand over his face, because not only does he not remember, he also doesn’t recognize the room he’s woken up in.

And then he looks beside him at the body under the white sheets.

He doesn’t recognize the person he’s woken up next to.

That’s not his Y/N.

I’ll take what’s left of you

The wonderful orenjimaru (I put a link because it refuses to tag) drew a fabulous piece with Jack and Gabriel on Tumblr and Twitter

Which inspired me to write this:


Gabriel visited the one Angela called ‘Jack’ every time he was at the watchpoint.

It had taken her weeks to relent and let him inside, she thought his intentions malicious, but that was to be expected. A cancer was growing inside of Overwatch and it was Gabriel’s job to snuff it out. However, that didn’t mean he wasn’t at the top of the list in ‘persons of interest’.

The first time he visited, it was for a routine check-up and the large, bubbling tube of green liquid caught his eye from the exam room. He had migrated to it like a bug to a light, booted footsteps heavy against Angela’s tile floor.

Jack’ was a sight to behold.

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What if Grantaire never saw beauty in himself because he was too busy looking at all the beauty he could see around him?

He saw Jehan’s hair, waving in the air like a red ocean as they crossed the street, Ferre’s delicate and long hands as he kept fidgeting with a pencil during a meeting, Bahorel’s muscles hardening in happiness as he hugged a long lost friend, Feuilly’s tired eyes leaving all his worries behind as he opened the Musain’s door; and also R saw Cosette’s neck, proudly high as she walked through the meeting, Eponine’s hungry eyes while she saw other people’s affection, Musichetta’s eyebrows curving bittersweetly as she remembered her past;
Grantaire kept looking and saw Bossuet’s grin as a drop of blood fell from his nose after he hit again against the door, Joly’s focused glance, his eyes narrowing to a thin line, as his hands polished his beloved old cane, Marius’ freckles vanishing in his reddened cheeks as he drowned is his friend’s embrace.

Grantaire saw a lot, beside Enjolras’ blonde locks and fierce stance, he saw so many beautiful friends and forgot how sparkly his eyes were as he kept looking at those wonders

anonymous asked:

I adore your blog and absolutely obssesed with your new fanfictions! If you would have some free time, please, I beg you, write a story about Nesta and her leaving the Night Court without telling this Cassian - it would be soooo goood to read! I want angst!

Nesta sets off on her journey to seek justice against the human queens and leaves behind a piece of paper for the Commander who holds her heart in his scarred hands. Hope you enjoy this fic!

Parchment fluttered in the breeze on a small table underneath a book on war tactics.

It had been two hours since Nesta left the letter – or what should be deemed as a note considering how brief it was.

Those few short sentences were all she was able to write. Thanking Cassian for being with her on the battlefield. And lastly saying goodbye to him as she decided to leave Velaris.

Vassa had contacted the Night Court – or more specifically Feyre for assistance in concern to the queens who betrayed them to Hybern. The High Lady of the Night Court declined to personally join Vassa.

Nesta volunteered to go in her stead. Perhaps this would provide some relief from the pain Nesta had been feeling. The loss of her father and the soldiers she couldn’t save weighed heavy on her shoulders to the point Nesta imagined she would break at any moment.

It didn’t help knowing that everyone else in the Inner Circle celebrated immediately after the final battle. Nesta didn’t want them to see how the war had shattered her in ways she didn’t think were possible.

Weeks passed by and their laughter would always filter up through the House of Wind. Nesta felt more alone and ostracized than ever before. She wanted to be part of their circle. To be considered their friend and a member of such a close-knit group, but every time her fingers went to her bedroom door handle panic rose from her stomach.

Would they look at her in fear of her powers? Would they remind her of how she failed so many Illyrian soldiers in the war and let them die?

Worst of all Nesta was afraid of how Cassian would see her.

And so Nesta never left the room. It was better this way. Not to taint their happiness with her presence.

They were a family and Nesta was the stranger looking in. Even Lucien had entered the fold with much more ease than Nesta could have imagined. Azriel and Cassian welcomed him as both a fellow warrior and brother.

Nesta can clearly remember his laughter breaking through her depressed state. His deep voice coaxing her to come out even though he hadn’t called out to her.

The thought of it made Nesta cringe. Before the last battle they were finally becoming close. More than close if this thread that seemingly tied her to him was any indication.

But uncertainty clouded Nesta’s mind. She had heard what mating bonds were. Nesta still had yet to ask Feyre or anyone else if that is what she was currently experiencing.

Cassian didn’t appear to notice. In fact he failed to make an appearance more often then not when Nesta made the rare occasion downstairs for food.

Frustration, guilt and sorrow made Nesta’s blood run cold. The fact that Cassian was now ignoring her after their tender moment on the battlefield did nothing to soothe her worries that plagued her mind to begin with.

That didn’t matter now though as she crossed into human territory. It had been hours since she said goodbye to Feyre and Elain. Hours since she had left that note for Cassian in the foyer at the House of Wind.

It would more than likely be weeks before he even read it considering he was at the Illyrian camps. He had been working with the generals for almost a month now in re-arranging the soldiers and helping to train new recruits.

With a weary sigh Nesta entered a large clearing in the forest. A meadow of tall grass and wildflowers swayed in the breeze. From afar Nesta could see Vassa in the distance near a large boulder.

This was where they would begin their journey.

The moment Nesta took another step forward a loud boom echoed from above. The forest immediately quieted and the wind appeared to blow stronger.

As if a force of some kind was approaching.

Nesta turned around. Eyes scouting the sky toward the fae lands in search for whatever created that deafening noise.

Then she heard it. The sound of wings.

A dark shape shot through the clouds heading straight for her. Nesta’s eyes widened in shock as the large mass landed in front of her. The earth trembled under his feet as he righted himself and stood tall in the sunlight.

Nesta blinked as she silently watched Cassian stride toward her.

Sweat shone on his forehead and his chest heaved in heavy breaths. It was clear he made an effort to fly as fast as possible.

His eyes were intensely focused on Nesta. Burning with emotions that almost made Nesta’s knees tremble.

Instead she remained still. Nervously wondering what he would do.

“Shouldn’t you be on a freezing mountain with your troops?” Nesta asked without her voice cracking. A feat in of itself as her fists tightened to restrain the overwhelming need to go to him.

“Shouldn’t you be in Velaris hiding in your room or reading a romance novel?” Cassian tossed back. “Or the better question is why you left without a word?”

Nesta looked at him in confusion. “I told Feyre and Elain my plans. And I did leave with a goodbye if you failed to notice.”

It was then that Cassian unfurled his clenched fingers to reveal the parchment Nesta had left him.

“This,” Cassian raised the paper in his hand, “does not count as goodbye.”

Nesta swallowed at the sight of her writing in his calloused fingers. Could Cassian see how her heart bled into the ink as she wrote down words meant only for him to read? Or maybe he noticed that damned tear stain on the corner that she had been unable to stop from falling.

No matter the reason he was here now. Though she never expected he would fly out to – to what exactly? Why was he here?

“If you’ve come to criticize me then you should consider yourself lucky I even addressed a letter to you in the first place,” Nesta folded her arms in an effort to keep them from shaking. “I wasted precious time preparing for this trip just to write you a farewell that you can’t even have the decency to accept.”

“You’re right,” Cassian took a step forward. Then another. Nesta had to tilt her head up to look up at as he was an arm length away. “I can’t accept this.”

He folded the paper again and stuck it in one of the pockets that no doubt held a weapon or two inside.

“So you flew all the way out here to tell me that?” Nesta let a bit of bitterness seep into her tone.

Cassian smiled. The corner of his lips rose in a way that made Nesta forget that she was angry at him.

“No, I flew all the way out here to join you in search of the queens,” Cassian’s hazel eyes flickered with something Nesta couldn’t quite catch.

“And what if I told you that an invitation wasn’t extended to oversized bats who ought to fly back to train their troops and drink the night away with their friends.”

“Then I guess you’ll be having a handsome bat following you around until you can’t resist his charms.”

“Is that so?” Nesta turned her chin up. Eyes set in a challenge. “I’m sure the others will miss you. Why don’t you go home where you belong?”

Her tone was dismissive. Hardened into steel that was meant to cut and get the point across swiftly.

But Cassian saw through it. And Nesta hated how he suddenly noticed what she vaguely implied. His expression softened and his hand reached to her shoulder.

“Velaris is my home as much as it is yours Nesta,” Cassian gently squeezed her shoulder.

Nesta said nothing. She glanced away from the perceptive eyes that watched her far too closely.

“Besides,” Cassian’s voice lowered as he leaned in close. “I’m exactly where I belong. Right here. With you.”

A small tug in her chest made Nesta’s breath hitch. She shot Cassian a look. Hoping that he felt it too.

His face revealed nothing much to her disappointment. She should tell him to go. Cassian may leave if she requested it, but she wouldn’t put it past him to indeed hold true to his promise by following them during the mission.

With weary sigh Nesta turned to fully look at the Illyrian.

“Fine. But if you do one thing out of line–”

“Then you can punish me all you want,” Cassian winked and made his way to the boulder where Vassa was watching their interaction with veiled interest.

When Nesta turned to follow Cassian she easily caught up to his pace. Their strides matched as they walked the length of the field.

And it might have been her imagination, but Nesta could have sworn Cassian’s fingers grazed hers hidden between the wildflowers as they began their journey.

Together. They would do this together.

Patater Week - Day 7

Feb. 12- Adopting a Pet Together (Bonus points for including Kit!) - 1.5K

Kimmy’s sitting outside the pet shop, fenced in with two other volunteers and about fifteen puppies when the 6’4 guy with the Falconer’ cap comes up to her.

“Puppy for sale?” he asks, his accent thick. European, Kimmy guesses, but she’s pretty bad at pinpointing these kinds of things. He’s pointing at the wriggling ball of fur in her lap, gnawing at a plastic bone.  

“Adoption,” Kimmy says, then cradles the puppy as she stands. “Would you like to hold him?”

“Can I?” the man asks, sounding pleasantly surprised as he sets down his groceries.

“Sure,” Kimmy says. This particular puppy hasn’t really been catching the attention of families throughout the day. He’s a little plain, Kimmy supposes, and shy around strangers. “Just kind of hold him with two hands—there you go.”

The man is astonishingly gentle when she transfers the puppy to him, and the dog looks comically small in his hands. The man’s eyes are twinkling, and he holds the dog close to his chest, kissing it on the head very lightly as he murmurs in Russian.

“His name’s Kenny,” Kimmy says. “We found him in a box downtown, along with a couple others. They’ve all had their shots, gotten fixed, microchipped, it’s all included in the adoption fees.”

“His name Kenny?” the man grins, like there’s a joke behind that. 

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Last Dance

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Summary: With one week left in both of your theme park employee contracts, you struggle with the clash between your blossoming feelings for Bucky and the impending end of your job.

this one is for @buckyywiththegoodhair​, the loveliest pineapple gem to grace the interwebs. nicole, i don’t think you’ll ever fully comprehend how grateful i am for you and how much i adore you. thanks for everything xx

A/N: this one’s a doozy (3100+ words). i’ve always struggled with writing things that are long enough to have a storyline yet short enough to not frustrate readers. i’m trying this new thing where i try not to sacrifice content in the name of comfort. hopefully y’all enjoy this one, and i’d love to hear your feedback!

ps. i also wrote this after taking sleeping pills [for legitimate medical reasons], so it gets sloppy towards the end. whoops. 

The cool air breezes through your limbs as you step out onto the roof of the staff quarters, providing a much-needed respite from the rising temperatures of the basement party Tony Stark is throwing.  You fan yourself and wait for a nervous Bucky to speak. Why he’s nervous is beyond you, but you’re sure it’s nothing you can’t handle.

Bucky remains silent, his knuckles turning white as he grips his fingers tightly, shifting the weight from one foot to another. His downcast eyes flick upwards, the vulnerability in his blue orbs shining bright and true. You’re about to reach out and ask him if everything is okay when -

“I like you.”

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips before the lower lip gets caught between your teeth. You definitely weren’t expecting that, and a sudden rush of nerves suppresses your ability to eloquently speak. “Wow,” you blankly say.

Something sinks in your heart, and you’re suddenly taken back to the conversation you had with Wanda earlier today.

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Have This

Sometimes, the heart demands feel-good smut with feelings (Probably the sweetest stuff I’ve written in a while). I just need for them to have some tender moments, okay? ;). Takes place post-4x05 

Also on AO3 [Part 3 of the Appropriation Series with @bellohmyblake


Clarke isn’t sure the dust will ever settle for life on the ground. The piercing scent of burning rubble hangs thick in the air as the orange glow finally begins to fade, swallowed up by the blackness of night.

After hours of treating inhalation injuries and burns, the stream of patients has finally trickled down to a halt. The makeshift med-bay is completely full of recovering patients, but by some miracle, none of them are in critical condition.

Harper gives Clarke a tired smile as she makes her way over. “I think we’ve got this covered, Clarke, if you need to go take care of other things.”

Clarke squeezes her shoulder with a grateful nod, “Thank you, Harper.”

She takes one more glance around and spots Bellamy on the far side of the room, speaking in hushed tones with Miller. As if he can sense her gaze on him, he meets her eyes with a barely perceptible nod. She fights the urge to squirm under a stare so intense it feels like it’s physically holding her in place.

With one look, she’s transported back to the quarry. She swallows back a bolt of nausea at the vivid memory of the wind being knocked out of her as the bag was pulled off Bellamy’s head. She reminds herself that he’s safe. He’s here. He’s still with her. He wraps up his conversation with Miller and makes his way back to her with slow, steady strides that contrast the erratic rhythm of her heart, not once taking his eyes off her.

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Olicity Drabble 5x20~ Needing You

Originally posted by yet-i-remain-quiet

Okay so yeah I wanted more and I wrote it…It’s set during 5x20 and, again I just wanted this aspect explained after the whole flashback sequence that simply left me utterly confused. 

GIF not mine it belongs to @yet-i-remain-quiet 

No beta so I’m sorry the errors. P.S. I’m looking for a beta so….

“Needing You”

The first time she’d fallen asleep over his chest he’d gently nudged her cheek with the tip of his thumb until she quietly stirred. The second time he traced the line of her jaw with the back of his fingers until she let out a sleepy yawn. This time when her sleepy eyes dared to part she felt his fingers trailing down the back of her head until they’d settled over the nape of her exposed neck.

Felicity growled comfortably, her shoulders ached, her skin smelled of dust, dirt, and oddly enough smoke and, her body felt utterly wrecked from the day’s events. Her voice actually cracked when her low growls finally formed tangible words, “I think I prefer the back of your fingers…”

His voice seemed to trail over her skin like a soothing balm while he gently stroked his fingers along the nape of her weary neck, “I’ll make a note of that for next time,” he teased with an ease they hadn’t shared in months.

Her soft lips became tangled in the folds of his white tee-shirt as she smiled gently along his covered chest, “I can lift my head if I’m hurting you…” she offered in concern since his voice felt tight as the vibrations rattled across her skin.

“Or you could simply share the bed,” he offered when she attempted to stifle another yawn.

Laughing she nudged her nose along his sternum and, huffed out a tired decline. “No, I should go home and, seek comfort in the freshly cleaned linens of my soft bed.”

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O Romeo, Romeo...

So this is my contribution to Marichat May, now no one can tell me I never did anything for it xD I hope you enjoy :) 


“Ugh, this is so stupid, Tikki,” Marinette complained, crinkling the pages of the Literature book she was holding in her hands. “There’s no way I can make this convincing.”

“Not with that attitude,” Tikki giggled. “Relax, Marinette, you’ll be a great Juliette! Don’t push yourself too hard. Besides, you’ll have the book right in front of you in class; you don’t have to memorize anything.”

“I know,” Marinette sighed dejectedly. “But I have to practice this, at least. What if Adrien plays Romeo? I want him to be captivated by my Juliette, and that can’t happen if I just read straight from the book.”

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That’s Crazy (Derek)

a derek fic? what in the world


“You’re pregnant.” Lydia observes as you shove a hoodie into your bag. “Whose is it?”

“Dereks.” You pant, sliding an arm over your counter of makeup and shrugging off what falls on the floor. “It’s no big deal, we hook up sometimes when there’s no one else.”

“Y/N, if it’s Dere-”

“Then I need to go.” You counter, shoving all your items into the luggage bag. “He’d understand.”

“So he doesn’t know, at all.” She groans, crossing the room and sinking onto your bed.

“You’re the only one who does know, and you can’t tell. I have a person growing inside of me, and if I’m gonna keep my little pea safe, then I need to get as far from Beacon Hills as I can.” You exhale a long breath, sweeping your hair from your face. Lydia stares at you and you bite your lip, crossing and sinking into a crouch before her. “You know I’m not to sort to do this if I’m not serious.”

“I know.” She rasps, covering your palm on her knee with her own. “That’s why this sucks so much.”


You beamed at Derek across the sheets and he laughed softly, looking toward the ceiling with a smile brightening his expression.

“Don’t tell me it wasn’t hilarious.” You snicker, sliding closer and pushing yourself into his eye line. “Admit it.”

“It wasn’t really appropriate.” He hedges and you cackle, your finger pressing his bottom lip lightly.

“Anything above bestiality and paedophilia is always appropriate during sex.” You point out, gasping when he nips lightly at the pad of your finger. “A bite from a werewolf! What have you done!”

He laughs, rolling onto his side as you flop backwards off him, your head hitting the pillow with a dramatic sound.

“I like this.” He mumbles softly and you eye him curiously.

“Hanging out together naked? Like without- and when I say without I mean after, sex? I like it too.” You beam and he smiles again, his expression breathtaking. Quite literally so when he kisses you just as you’re about to inhale. “Oh!-” You squeak, pulling back from Derek and earning yourself a glower. “Also, penis to the ear is inappropriate for sex.”

“You are never gonna let that go, are you?” Derek groans, eyeing you disdainfully and you can’t help cackling.

“Der, when I let that go will be the day I’m buried. I’ll hold onto it a few days after death, and when the dirt covers my coffin, will I finally get over it.” You snort, only to glare at the sudden focus in his gaze. “Murder isn’t legal, Der, and really, killing a gal because she keeps telling everyone of the time you prodded her in the ear because you were too impatient? Totally not Zen.”

“It was an accident! It was both our faul- Wait, telling everyone?”

“What?”


Lydia sighs and stands, crossing to your bag and pulling everything out. For a moment, your lips part to stop her and she spears you with a glare. ‘

“You’re going to need everything you can fit.” She glowers, folding items with military precision and replacing them in the bag, and grabbing other items from around the room. “We’re going to Peters, then you can drop me home and disappear.”

“Peters?” You cringe and she rolls her eyes, unplugging your chargers and stuffing it and the powerboard into the bag.

“Peter has money he’ll give you, since we both know you don’t have enough.” She mutters, zipping the bag and hefting it into her arms. “Grab your things, come on.”


The club music boomed above and you could see Derek fighting the bitter look on his face for you. Resting a gentle palm on his arm, you smile at him and he relaxes, the expression instantly turning sour and you laugh.

“The music.” He explains and you nod easily, eyeing the crowd around the bar where you stand. A girl eyes you and Derek and you look examine her.

“Red hair, four o’clock.” You offer and he glances in the girls direction before turning back to you.

“She smells like drugs.” He sighs, flagging down the bartender.

“You can smell that from here? Jeez.” You hiss, eyeing her and blindly accepting the drink from Derek. Taking a sip, you scan the crowd again, locking on a blonde but discarding her instantly. “This is good, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Derek murmurs, arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him possessively. Ignoring whatever’s riled him, you beam up at the dark haired man, running a thumb over his jawline.

“Thank you again.” You smirk and he repeats himself, his thumb rubbing the bare skin of your back minutely.


“You’re pregnant.” Peter says, repeating your words and you nod, swallowing hard. “Okay.”

“Good.” Lydia says, seating herself on his couch and gesturing for you to follow him. Nervously, you do as bid and follow Peter through his apartment, stopping in the doorway to his office.

“How much would you like?” Peter asks, pulling a tablet from a safe and your jaw falls open but no words come. “Two hundred thousand should last you… But with a baby…”

He hums, tapping on the screen before beckoning you closer. “I need your bank details.”

“I- ah-”

“Y/N, it’s okay.” He promises gently, meet your gaze with a serious look. “I don’t think you should run, but you’ve got a Hale inside you. And if Derek is anything like me, he’d have wanted to know there was someone out there helping the mother of his child. If all I can do for you is money, then you can have as much as you like.”

“Thank you.” You croak, not looking at the number of zeros as you type your details into the boxes and hand the device back.

Peter taps the screen a few more times before locking it and setting it in the safe. Locking the box, he crosses the room and pulls open a drawer.

“Here. It has my number in it and you can add Lydias.” He says, offering you a cell phone. “If you’re ever in trouble, something goes wrong, it’ll always be topped up and I’ll always answer.”

“Peter.” You swallow, trying to clear your throat of the lump that’s blocking it.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He smirks, setting the phone into your hand. “Keep it on you and hidden at all times. Okay? Hidden.”

“Okay.” You nod seriously, clutching it to your chest. Peter smiles, his hand gentle as he guides you from the room and back to Lydia.

“I’m glad you brought her.” Peter says and Lydia nods, her gaze level on his.

“I knew you’d help her.” She answers succinctly and he smiles, just slightly. Just as you’re about to move toward Lydia, your phone vibrates in your pocket and something inside you promises that it’s Derek.


“No Josie tonight?” You ask, the phone pressed to your ear and the sound of Dereks rumbly laughter drifts out.

She wanted to see my place.” He explains and you roll your eyes, glad he can’t see you. Commitment-phobe didn’t even begin to describe Derek.

“I know this argument before so I’m not going to bring it up-”

“I just don’t want some creep girls who can’t move on stalking me. Or leaving things behind.” He cuts in and you groan.

“I said I know.” You whine and he laughs, asking for you to come over again. “Yeah, I’ll be there in half an hour.”

Climbing from your bed, you hang up and strip out of the comfy pyjamas you were wearing and replace them with lacy, gold lingerie.

Slipping a giant jumper over the top and leggings, you gather your things and head for his house.


“Come on, take me home.” Lydia coos, and you offer her the phone Peter had given you and slipping yours from your pocket.

“Thanks Peter, really.” You offer, bidding him goodbye, unconcerned when he doesn’t respond.

Come over tonight?

Chewing your lip, you tap out an answer and slip the phone back into your pocket. “Done?”

“Done.” Lydia answers, handing you the phone back and you smile, unlocking the doors of your car.


the end (it’s gonna have a second part ofc)

The Arrangement (Part 6)

Summary: Jess informs you about Dean’s past, and Sam teases Dean. After dinner, Dean brings you home to find someone unexpected waiting for you, and helps you deal with it.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: language, sexual tension/references, a mild panic attack, mentions of breakups

A/N: Part 6 because I have homework I don’t want to do. Hope you guys like it!

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Time To Talk About Deaf West Newsies

- Alrighty Jack is hard of hearing, and his pal Crutchie is deaf or hard of hearing
- Kath is also deaf or hard of hearing, which is how Pulitzer knows ASL. People doubt her as a reporter even more since not only is she a woman, but she’s a woman with a disability, which just makes her fight for her job even harder.
- Davey is hearing, but knows choppy ASL since Les is losing his hearing
- Okey so Jack’s voice acts almost as his protector but, much like Jack himself, he’s overprotective. Jack’s voice is basically is fight or flight instinct. It’s his voice that pulls him away from Snyder whenever he sees him, he pushes him towards fighting off the scabs, and when Jack spots Crutchie being beaten by Snyder, his voice pulls him away, trying to save Jack’s skin rather than Crutchie’s.
- Crutchie’s voice is his optimism. He runs across the roof when Crutchie signs, “Watch me run!”, and before Crutchie shows everyone his strike banner, you can see his voice tying the banner onto the crutch over on the side of the stage. His voice is reading over Crutchie’s shoulder during “Letter From The Refuge”, but after the other kids shush Crutchie, his voice disappears and the rest of the song is just signed.
- Kath’s voice is her sense of insecurity. Kath has to put on a strong front in order to make it in the business she’s in, so while Katherine herself will sign certain lines with confidence, her voice may look more doubtful. Her voice is even inching towards the door during the scene where Kath introduces herself to the boys at Jacobi’s, but Kath has more control over her voice than Jack has over his, and she pulls her voice back over. During “King Of New York”, her voice starts to relax.
- Davey starts out not very fluent in ASL, and he’s always nervous that he’s gonna slip up. That’s why he looks to Jack to translate for the crowd during “The World Will Know”, and then during “Seize The Day”, that’s part of the reason he’s so anxious to begin his speech
- Les’ voice is almost like a playmate of his. They’re usually holding hands or shoving each other around playfully.
- Idk that’s all I’ve got for now, but ask me more questions about Deaf West Newsies, I’m sure I’ve got more ideas in there somewhere

Hamilton Things, in no particular order:

- Philip’s piano lesson is the same melody as the countdown to the duel

- Philip is shot by George Eaker on the count of seven, and seven is where Philip dies during Stay Alive (reprise). Also referenced early, in My Shot (when’s it gonna get me/in my sleep/seven feet ahead of me). 

- Eliza is one of the only mains who does not use the traditionally fast style of rap in the musical, perhaps because she was literally the one given the most time as she lived to 97

- The way the names in this musical are sung are significant. Each person has their own melody for their name. Hamilton typically sings his name in his own style, seen in the title song, even when it doesn’t fit with the current melody (see What’d I Miss). Angelica sings it a different way (see Satisfied). Angelica and Eliza trade each other’s melodies to sing each other’s names in Take A Break

- You knock me out, I fall apart is used figuratively twice. Once during Dear Theodosia in happiness, once during It’s Quiet Uptown in grief. 

- Three people describe themselves as “helpless” - Eliza, Alexander and Maria Reynolds

- I may not live to see our glory/Let me tell you what I wish I’d known, when I was young and dreamed of glory

- Burr hands the narration off three times, once to Angelica, once to Alexander and once to Eliza (It’s Quiet Uptown, Say No To This and Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story). Having Burr as the narrator for the Hamiltons grieving the loss of their son didn’t feel right, so it was given to Angelica. Say No To This is a retelling directly from Alexander’s memories. An argument could be made that Eliza is truly the star of the musical so she narrates her own ending. Otherwise, it seems to be that Burr is the narrator, knowing full well how this will end but powerless to stop it. 

- Washington only raps when he’s frustrated

- Not a coincidence that Burr’s line “fools who run their mouths off wind up dead” is directly followed by Laurens introducing himself

- My Shot’s line “Is it like a beat without a melody” echoes The World Was Wide Enough, where there literally is Hamilton singing with no accompanying music

- Peggy is never mentioned again after “Helpless”

- In Hamilton’s pleading to Eliza during It’s Quiet Uptown, he is, for the first time in the play, putting himself in her position, figuratively and musically. He is singing her past melody as opposed to his own. He uses her “look around” melody as well, in an effort to connect with her. 

is there going to be more of the flash-forward au where claire travels to the 20th century from the 18th? i really need to know what she makes of 20th century life! — kaitrionabalfe

Clutching the pillow to her chest, Claire watched as Jenny clattered about with her medical equipment. She hadn’t yet spoken about the date she’d seen scrawled on the windowsill, or her confusion about it but her body was too worn down to care too much –for the moment.

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arranged marriage; jungkook x reader (part 1)

Originally posted by dream-bts

for better understanding please read the description and foreword here;

genre: fluff, romance, angsty?

word count: 9.457;

a/n: thank you so much for reading this little story with jungkook; jimin x reader as well;  has a few swear words, nothing violent; if you like it please let me know; lots of love and hugs

PART I

Impressions:

“So,” Taehyung paused, adjusting his voice with a sunken cough, “You are her bodyguard, right?” He asked, turning his head to the right in Jimin’s direction as he wrapped his fingers tightly over the drinking glass filled with bourbon. Taehyung despised drinking, but he loved sipping from a classy glass of bourbon from time to time, especially when he was nervous – there was something about the smoky taste of bourbon that offered a sense of calmness to him. He was not an alcoholic, just a casual drinking.

Jimin snatched his glare from his own glass and looked directly at Taehyung, keeping his lips in a straight line during the whole time, “And you are his?” Jimin asked, tapping the bar’s woodened surface with the bottom of his glass filled with just plain water, evidently irritated by Taehyung’s question.

Even if he looked like one, Jimin disliked to be labelled just as your bodyguard, your subaltern. The fact that outsiders saw him as a part of your personal staff and security infuriated Jimin, he was pissed that he was always reminded of his mere position. Not your acquaintance, not your friend – just the guy who stood next to you. Thinking about that, his fingers wrapped even tighter around the glass.  

Taehyung chuckled, “Do I even look like I could be a bodyguard?” He asked as he shook his head in disapproval, “I am Jungkook’s best friend; I am here to guard him up from that kind of a position.” He answered, resting one of his elbows on the counter and slightly touching the bottom of his lips with two of his fingers, “He is not very good with girls, you know.” Taehyung added, subtlety watching his best friend over his shoulder, “He has never been on a date before.”

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The Girl on Set – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested by Anon: May you do a Cody imagine where you are a fan of tw and you win the contest to visit the set in the final season and you’re so happy because you’re gonna met the cast but mostly exited because you’re gonna meet Cody cause Theo is your favorite character, And when you meet him gets an interest on you and take advantage of every break or every moment to go to talk to you and sprayberry can see you caught him so deep and tell him to ask you out or something?? 

Word Count: 2,430

Warnings: None

Pairing: Cody Chrisitan x Reader

Other Characters in this imagine: Holland Roden, Tyler Posey, and Dylan Sprayberry

Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this is the ending you wanted, but I still gave you the same concept you asked for. I hope you like it and feedback is greatly appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

Originally posted by bysamoylova

“Who is that?” Cody asked as he approached Holland and Dylan Sprayberry sitting on their chairs.

Holland looked up and noticed Cody nodded towards the girl by the craft table with Tyler Posey, who were talking and laughing as they put food on their plates. Holland looked back at Cody with a smile, “that’s Y/N. She’s the one who won the contest to visit the set.”

“We met her earlier in the make-up trailer. She’s really nice,” Sprayberry said after looking up from his phone.

Cody looked back and couldn’t help but admire the girl. Her hair was down with long waves that reached just above her butt. She had dark skinny jeans, which showed off her hips and great butt. She wore a black tank top underneath a red plaid shirt, with a pair of matching red Converse. She was too far to notice the small details on her face like her make-up or if she had freckles. However, he knew one thing for sure, she was beautiful. 

“Do you need a bucket?” Sprayberry’s question snapped Cody out of his trance. He gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he would ask such a thing. As if reading his mind, Sprayberry answered, “for all the drooling.”

Holland giggled. “Someone has a crush.”

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Live Stream Lullaby

Pairing: Teamiplier X Reader

Request: Hmmmm…..maybe something along the lines of reader hanging out with Teamiplier during a livestream and they fall asleep and everyone else wants to draw on them but one of the members won’t allow it (you choose the ‘protective’ member) :)
I just think that’d be super cute

Warnings: slight swearing, fluff

A/N: first post for my lovely friends @punkyoutubertrash and @mrenee15


Mark looked at you as he talked, still rubbing Chica’s fur. You rolled your eyes as he winked playfully. You took a sip of your water, making a grabby hand at Chica. Her tail wagged happily as you sat next to her. Chica turned away from Mark, placing her had on your lap.

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Close Future - Avengers x Reader

PART 1 out of (?)

Summary: You were in a special task unit with Sam during your time in the military. What he never knew was that you had the ability to see into the near future. Now that you’ve revealed your secret to him, things become more complicated than you would have liked.

Warnings: Mention of death, scars.

Words: 2 996

A/N: This is part 1 of this little story and oh boy is part 2 good, mm hmm… If you would like a part 2 of 1769, please tell me!

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Originally posted by 30000fps


She looked down at her body which was stripped down to black briefs and a sports bra, electrodes dotting her revealed skin. Bruce was behind her and placed more electrodes to her back whilst continuously looking over to her vitals displayed on a projected screen.

“So, you and Sam have known each other for how long?” He asked upon recalling the brief introduction of her he had gotten earlier.

“Five years.” She stated, following Bruce with her eyes as he walked around her. Tony stood further away and observed in silence, concentrated, interested.

“And you never told him about… This?” It was in Bruce’s nature to be hesitant. He glanced back to the girl who had remained a flawless posture since the second she entered the Tower. It was almost humorously obvious how she had military background.

“It’s not exactly something you just tell people.” She commented, which was a fair point. When Bruce was approached by Sam, which was odd enough alone, it came as a bit of a surprise when Sam explained he had a friend from the military who had just revealed to him that she was a bit more than what met the eye.

“I guess that’s true.” He pursed his lips into an awkward smile, continuing to prepare for the tests she had agreed to take part in.

When she was in the military, she had been one of the best soldiers on the field in history of her division. It didn’t take long until she was picked out of the common men and put in a group of superiors where divisions merged, the best of the best coming together to form a team of elites. She was one of them, and her supreme skill was unexplainable. Others within the squad had gone through extreme training, had advanced gear, but she was just a girl who never made mistakes.

“No, I haven’t.” She turned towards Tony who had his eyes narrowed and glued to hers. Bruce looked between them, lost.

“What?” He looked away from her vitals and lowered the portable, glass, screen in his hand.

“Tony was just about to ask me if I’ve had this ability my entire life, and the answer is no.” She said as if it would make things any clearer. “It first began after I nearly died during a rescue mission in Afghanistan, 7 years ago. We were a group of six men, rescuing two agents under cover who had been taken hostage. We were in unknown territory, walking in a line formation, when the man in the front steps on an unactivated missile. All of them die, except me… I wake up in a small village where the locals had taken care of me as well as they could…”

“That’s where the scars are from?” Tony questioned, looking down at the dozens of scars which mapped her body, none of them being longer than a finger yet they looked brutal nonetheless.

She nodded. “Let’s just say they didn’t have any doctor degree, but they did what they could, and I have my life because of that.” She too looked down at the crooked scars which clearly hadn’t been stitched up by someone with skill.

“So it began after that?” Bruce was amazed by the story and listened to every word. She stood still for a moment, her focus in her own mind as she knew Steve and Sam would enter soon.

“Yes. After I was able to walk again and could contact my superiors, I returned to base and was on leave for a month before returning again. That’s when they began to notice how good I was, of course. After another month I joined the special task force.” She looked up a second before Sam and Steve opened the door to Bruce’s lab. Sam met her eyes for a split second but then broke contact. Ever since she told him about what she could do, he had given her the cold shoulder. Despite that, he had still talked to Bruce and his other friends so that she could receive the help and support she needed and to put her abilities to good use.

“Hi.” She said, hoping Sam would answer. Instead he nodded, still not marking eye contact and remaining silent.

“Eh… Are you ready?” Bruce tried to break the tension. “We’re all set up.”

She nodded again. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just do your thing, continuously, preferably.” He stumbled on his own tongue-twister like sentence before shaking his head clear, turning to look at her vitals measured by the electrodes on her body. Tony took a few steps closer and instead of looking at the numbers on the screen, he watched as her eyes were filled with strange, moving lights and as her look became empty, as if she no longer was watching the world around her, which could be true for all he knew.

“Open the door for Peter.” She stated, subtly glowing eyes still staring blankly before her. “He has his hands full.”

Steve was the only one who reacted and turned around, opening the glass door when Peter suddenly appeared in the hallway outside, carrying two big boxes of files which Tony had requested earlier.

“Oh, thanks Steve- woah…” Peter turned from Steve to Y/N, seeing her scarred body unique eyes which he had not expected her to have when seeing her pass him by that morning. He put the boxes down and joined the others in observing few young woman. He didn’t know if it was rude to stare at her scars, but looking her in the eye at that moment felt equally as rude.

“This is… Unbelievable.” Bruce stated after a while of watching the tablet in his hand. “Her brain activity has gone far beyond what should be humanly possible.”

“What is she doing?” Peter was completely lost. He had understood there was something big going on when Y/N came into the tower and everyone around seemed to put their focus on her. He didn’t know if he was authorized for the information, but seeing as Steve had literally opened the door for him into the room where she stood with her eerie scars, he could only assume that he was allowed to know what was going on.

“Seeing the future.” She said like it was the most normal thing in the world. Peter looked between Steve and Tony before Bruce and Sam.

“What?” He questioned, rolling his lips in between his teeth and raising his eyebrows.

“Y/N has the ability to see the near future.” Tony explained briefly before she decided to explain more clearly herself.

“It doesn’t go very far. About thirty minutes ahead has been my record, and I can only see the future that’s around me, but it helps out a lot more than one might think… Like how I know those boxes are going to fall in three seconds.”

Peter spun his head around and grabbed the boxes just as they began tilting over the edge of the counter he had put them on. He remained balancing them on the edge, lips parted. Not a single word came to mind when he felt as if he should say something. He was truly speechless.

“Or that Tony will be notified that a certain Mr. Lang has arrived right after I say this-”

Sir? Mr. Lang has just arrived. Should I tell him to come up?” Friday’s voice came through the speaker above them in the ceiling. Everyone turned to look towards it with amazement.

“Yes.” Tony said, amazed by how she knew what she did but not liking the uneasy feeling it caused him.

“That’s sick!” Peter let out a sharp breath which could almost be taken for a laugh. “I mean, how cool is it that you can see the future?”

She was silent for a few moments before a subtle smile crept up on her face. “Pretty cool.” She agreed.

“Okay, that’s alright. You can pause.” Bruce let her know and her eyes gradually seemed to turn back to reality. She looked around her and blinked a few times. Bruce, still hesitant, hopened and closed his mouth before being able to get the words out. “What does it look like? When you see the future?”

She stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of a good way to describe the unexplainable phenomenon that was her powers. “It’s kind of like I’m watching a movie at ten times the speed but I still manage to capture every scene, every detail. I both see and hear “the movie” whilst I also see and hear the present… I feel like I’m not making a lot of sense, but I can’t really put it into words.“

“Seeing as I have no way of telling how this is physically possible, I’m not gonna complain about you having to explain it.” Bruce admitted, looking down on the tablet for a few moments and tapping a few buttons. He then slid his finger from it towards her vitals. Two pictures took place on the wide screen from the MRI the electrodes across her forehead had taken. “This one is before you started and this one is after.”

He pointed towards both pictures. The first one was just a picture of her brain, a faint glow to it but nothing else. The second one was lit up like a damn star, glowing vividly and surprising even herself as she had no clue her brain activity was altered when she looked into the future.

“Is that her brain activity?” Steve, who wasn’t very cunning about everything science, asked to make sure and got a nod from Banner in response.

Sam was still silently watching her. All those missions they had been on, all those people that had died, she had seen them. She could have saved those people but she hadn’t. Members of their squad had died on the field, and Y/N had been right beside them. How could she not have done something about that? How could she have let those people die?

He was done. Sam turned around and walked through the room. She had already seen that he was about to and had begun tearing off the electrode-stickers off of her. “Sam?” She called out as he exited the room. “Sam wait!”

She snatched her shirt from a nearby table but didn’t have the time for her pants. She pulled the shirt on whilst jogging after him. She knew they would fight, knew what he would tell her, and simply braced herself for the inevitable.

“Sam, please…” She begged a final time before he stopped, standing in the middle of the hallway and breathing heavily from anger.

“You let them die!” He called out, turning around to face her. “Good men- Our men! They died a few feet away from you and you didn’t do jack-shit…”

“I saved them more times than you’ll ever realize but I couldn’t save all of you at once, continuously for all of our missions. How would it look if I pushed them out of every bullet? People would suspect something.”

“They’d be alive!” He raised his voice even further. Bruce, Tony, Steve and Peter tried to ignore the fight but could hear every word they exchanged. Slowly, they began to exit the lab to the hallway and kept distance from the two as they continued to argue. “I would still have my friends by my side!”

She snapped.

“And if I would have had these powers a little earlier, my friends would also be alive!” Her face grew red in rage. “If you cared for them so much you should have been on the ground with us to save them yourself…”

Sam tightened his fist and aimed for her face, but of course she dodged his hit. He tried again but she avoided that one too, and the next one, and the next and the one after that. Sam began to grow tired and his heart thumped loudly in his chest, his hands lowering for a moment.

“Stop, Sam.” She said as he tightened his fists again. “You know this isn’t going to end well.”

He felt defeated. His mind was in torment. He didn’t know what to think. Should he hate Y/N for wanting her powers to stay hidden and not saving his friends once more? Should he be thankful that she saved their friends as many times as she did and after all years decided to tell him the truth, despite that she had no obligation to? He didn’t know. No matter how many times the thoughts ran through his head, he didn’t know what to feel.

“Sam?” It was Steve, worryingly watching from down the hallway where he had just seen Sam try to beat Y/N to the floor and Y/N unbelievably dodging every punch. “Let’s juts all calm down.”

Sam felt like an idiot beyond compare but valued his dignity too much to apologize to Y/N at the time. Instead, he straightened up and continued to walk towards the elevator like his plan had been when first leaving Bruce’s lab.

Everyone let him this time. It would be for the better.

“I’m sorry about that.” She turned around as the elevator doors closed behind Sam. “Our past should not be a concern of yours, but it’s difficult to keep them apart sometimes…”

She came back from a trip to Afghanistan only two weeks before she talked to Sam. She hadn’t been there on a mission, hadn’t gone there for anything military. She went there to search for answers. She wanted to understand how that explosion in the middle of a dry, grass field had caused her to be able to see the future. She had spoken to the village who had saved her life in hopes that there might be some legend of the place, but there had been nothing. Her journey back to where it all started had been in vain.

As she was there, in the dry heat of Afghanistan, she had felt guilty of the lives she could have saved. Her mind was plagued with the repeating concept that they could still be alive. Her entire world circled around those thought for a week straight, day and night. Never had she endured as many nightmares as she did then. It wasn’t until she thought of the possibility to come clean to Sam that her mental torture came to an abrupt end. Like turning off a light switch, the nightmares were gone. She knew that she had to tell him then and sought Sam out as quickly as possible.

He hadn’t been nearly as shocked as she thought he would be when she told him she could see the future, and after meeting a few of his friends, she could see why her abilities was not that abnormal in his new world. He was distant however, since day one of knowing her life secret. He had understood since the second she explained everything that she could then have saved their squad which was extinct apart from the two of them. Yet, he had been mature enough to not let her go but had instead brought her to the Avengers and to the Stark Tower.

He had expected her to refuse. Even in the heat of battle she had preferred to be alone, but she had gladly accepted his invitation to meet Bruce, which then escalated to almost half of the Avengers, which she didn’t find to be that much of a problem. All she wanted was to change her past, but that wasn’t part of her abilities. All she could hope for was that she would be allowed to make better choices as a part of the Avengers, to do good. She wanted nothing else.

“Y/L/N?” Steve tried to gain her attention as she had fallen into her own mind for a moment.

“Y/N.” She corrected, not liking how much being called by her last name reminded her of the military she left a year prior.

“Y/N…” Steve changed it. “I don’t know what you and Sam have gone through or how difficult this is for the both of you, but we could really use someone with your skills.”

She had known he would ask that for ten minutes before he actually did and she had subsequently thought about it. “I want to change, to be better and use my abilities to save lives, but I have to think about this… After all I’ve done, after everything I’ve put Sam through, I don’t know if this place is right for me.”

Steve nodded understandingly. “Of course. Take your time.”

“I’ll take my time.” She huffed, smiling subtly in hopes to bring the mood up as the air in the hallway had become thick enough to cut through.

“There’s a few spare rooms around. You can stay the night if you’d like-” Tony began but noticed how distant Y/N became. “What’s up?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I’m emotionally preparing myself for Mr. Lang… He’s rather ecstatic.” She admitted as the elevator door opened behind her, Scott stumbled through the doors and looked up in surprise upon seeing everyone gathered and more so in seeing the new face.

“Hello…” He dragged out. “What’s going on here? We have a new addition to the big, happy family?”

“My name is Y/N. I’m a friend of Sam’s from the military. I can see the future.” She turned back around to Tony. “I’ll take that offer, thank you. I need to sleep on this…”

“Wait what?” Scott exclaimed.

“Sure, I’ll show you to it.” Tony nodded and followed Y/N into the elevator which still was on their floor.

“Hey, what do you mean?” Scott continued but was completely ignored. The elevator doors shut and Scott was left as clueless as ever, glancing back to Steve, Bruce and Peter. “She can see the freaking future?”

anonymous asked:

Request: The RFA + Saeran reacting to MC being their soulmate ( w/ the soulmate AU where if you write on yourself it shows up on your soulmate as well) What would they have written back and fourth or doodled on themselves as well?? (thank you in advance I love your blog)

ahhh thank you so much for sending this request it was super fun to write >:3 
and I might try to refrain myself from writing so much for my requests since they take so much time…though I have trouble stopping myself once I get started hahahha…haha…//cries//


so since it’s an AU, basically everyone knows about this phenomenon and all is well and swell


-Sevensity


(Update: I removed the cut for the sake of all of our friends on mobile)



Yoosung:

  • So it goes like this
  • Yoosung has an important secret meeting with his guild, and he writes the time/date/location on the back of his hand
  • But when the time comes for the meeting to start, there’s an unknown character in their midst
  • Immediately, everyone thinks you’re an enemy spy, but you’re just trying to tell them that all the information just showed up on your hand the other day and you decided to check it out
  • “That’s impossible,” Yoosung began angrily, his whole plan to keep the meeting a secret had gone to waste. “The location can’t just magically appear on –”
  • He stopped himself
  • Wait…wait a second
  • is this…what I think it is? Is it possible???
  • Yoosung starts to get really red in the face, and he asks you exactly what day the message appeared on your hand
  • “I think about two days ago, at around seven pm?”
  • Yoosung’s having a mental breakdown
  • Okay, just a moment.  I need to test it, I need to make sure this is real, he thinks to himself. 
  • But he has to come up with something that you wouldn’t be able to normally guess
  • So he writes a sentence on his hand, and asks you to tell him if it appears on your hand too
  • Yes
  • O-okay…what does it say? Yoosung has trouble breathing
  • “I have a crush on…MC?”
  • Yoosung’s pretty sure something exploded nearby
  • whoops maybe that was just his brain
  • cannot compute
  • the sky is falling, people are screaming
  • actually wait no
  • that’s just Yoosung
  • screaming alone in his room
  • whAT iS HAppEnING W H A T???? 
  • Your character logs out, and an hour passes by, Yoosung having migrated under his covers
  • He reaches out his hand, so that the sunlight illuminated the confession he had written
  • But there’s new writing, one that is not of his own
  • “Haha,” it read, “I have a crush on you too (//>w<//)”
  • Let’s just say Yoosung becomes a mini-whirlwind as he zoomes towards Saeyoung’s house to find out wear you live
  • You bet baby sunshine is a blushing mess when he arrives at your door, but the kiss he plants on your cheek is the most gentle of things
  • You can still feel the delicate shape of his lips lingering on your face hours after he had left

Zen:

  • While practicing his lines, he wrote a few of them on his arm to he could read them without having to carry around the script everywhere he went
  • The first time poetic verses started blooming across your skin, you just assumed that your soulmate was some sort of ridiculously romantic person 500% true though
  • You never really wrote anything back because what was there to say?
  • Except you had just finished reading Shakespeare for a class at school, and you were feeling more than a little inspired
  • So there Zen is, reciting his lines alone in his room, when words that he had not written appears on his other arm
  • “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?” they read
  • Zen freaks out and almost breaks his neck falling out of bed
  • He quickly sends a snapshot of his arms to the group chat
  • “They…they finally wrote back?”
  • The chat blows up right away, and it’s mostly filled with Yoosung’s typos because shit the boy is excited
  • But the only person who doesn’t say anything is you
  • What are you supposed to say?
  • How do you casually announce that you’re his soulmate???
  • Seven asks, “So, Romeo, wherefore art thou?” 
  • Zen sends his home address to the chat
  • You idiot how is that supposed to help your soul mate find you? they say
  • So then Zen writes it on his arm instead, adding an “O Juliet, Juliet, wherefore art thou?” beside it
  • When there’s no answer, Zen becomes a crying blob and everyone on the chat is having a hard time getting him to stop sending dramatic lines
  • “Ah, Juliet, did you abandon me? Or have the Montagues taken you captive? My sweet love, where are you?”
  • “In front of your house,” you finally say in the chat. 
  • They’re all just like  ????????????????????????????
  • and then !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Yoosung and Seven’s squealing puts high school girls to shame
  • Jaehee is sad but I’m just a fangirl nothing more I’m just worried about his career and Jumin is saying how he’ll present you guys with a cat show for your wedding pictures
  • Zen rushes to the door and faceplants into it he’s so nervous
  • But finally, he pulls it open and sees you, his Juliet, standing right in front of him
  • “You were always so close to me…” he says, reaching out towards you. “But from now on, I’ll keep you even closer.”
  • Zen pulls you into the biggest,  warmest hug
  • Such a tight hug, squeezing you with all his might…
  • very tight…
  • ….it’s probably been five minutes since you’ve been standing in the doorway like this….
  • Was that a squirrel that just entered his house?
  • Hey uhm Zen I can’t really breathe
  • Anyway
  • He keep his word
  • and for the rest of the day, he holds you against him, never letting you go, a hand around your waist, or your shoulders, cradling you against his chest while you listen to his heart beating fast… unless you have to use the washroom then he might consider letting you go but even then you have a hard time convincing him that personal space is an actual thing

Jaehee: (sorry I wrote this one in the case that MC is a girl?)

  • So you know how in her route, two main things go down:
  • First, she doesn’t know she’s gay
  • second, she has a thing for coffee
  • you help her realize both of those things right
  • now  instead of showing her support in the chatroom, you show support while writing small messages on yourself,  with Jaehee scribbling some back in her short breaks from work
  • actually no, she takes breaks from work just so that she can answer you
  • When Jaehee is stressed and lacks sleep so like every day? your words are right there on her arm, telling her that’s it’s okay, that you love her, and to take care of herself because she is an important person to you and to several others
  • It helps her relax 
  • She sleeps more knowing that you’re looking out for her
  • When Jumin has a stick really far up his ass, you’re right there with her, motivating her, everything will be okay, you’ll get through this, I believe in you
  • Since Jaehee doesn’t know she’s kinda gay, she just assumes her soul mate is a dude
  • Then you guys meet for the first time at the RFA party, you greet each other and hold out a hand to shake and-
  • you see the same message on her wrist that’s written on yours
  • “I hope I can see you soon.”
  • Jaehee looks at you in quiet shock
  • A..girl?
  • But then everything comes whooshing back to her, and she’s hit with the realization that it just all makes sense
  • of course you’re her soulmate, how could she not have known before?
  • In a burst of boldness, she cups your face in her hand and presses her lips against yours
  • “It’s nice to meet you,” she breathes, a blush spreading across her face.
  • Saeyoung becomes your number one shipper that night and starts a fanclub dedicated to you two
  • also writes fanfiction
  • when you open up the coffee shop, you guys scribble some ideas for recipes on yourselves
  • after a hard day of work, you look down and smile at the thing that Jaehee had written
  • Recipe for love: MC+Jaehee

Jumin:

  • Jumin was never particularly fond of the the things that would appear on his skin
  • Meaningless dates, appointments, memos, the occasional flower drawing…
  • He never bothered to write anything himself, and so years passed in this manner, until you join the RFA
  • that is when he first decided to write something back
  • It’s after you had covered your thighs in swirls and clouds that he takes up his diamond pen and places the nib on his forearm
  • “Hello,” he says, “Please refrain from creating such large drawings, they are rather bothersome. Thank you.”
  • Nobody knows why you’re in such a foul mood that night in the chat
  • Jumin says he understands how you feel, since his soulmate had been particularly unconventional with their drawings and now both of his legs are completely hidden behind patterns in dark ink
  • You do not reply for a long time
  • while Zen tells Jumin off for being an ‘anti-romantic assbucket‘, you’re glowering at your phone
  • Jumin Han
  • Jumin Han is my soul mate?
  • No it must be a coincidence…but to be safe..I’ll make sure…
  • “Hey Jumin,” you write in the chat.
  • “Yes?”
  • “Did you, by any chance, tell your soul mate  ‘ Please refrain from creating such large drawings, they are rather bothersome. Thank you’?”
  • “Yes, why?”
  • ….
  • ……….
  • “Ah,” he says, after a long pause. “I must apologize to you, MC.”  
  • Zen’s yelling
  • Jaehee’s yelling
  • Saeyoung’s laughing in the distance
  • Yoosung wants to cry because w h a t?
  • Meanwhile Jumin calls you and apologizes over and over again, assuring you that you can draw whatever you want and as much as you want, and he wont complain at all
  • lol then why was it a problem like 5 minutes ago?
  • he learns to appreciate your meaningless memos and occasional doodle, and discovers that doing it himself is a truly therapeutic thing
  • he’s also discovered that he can use his own body to document the life of Elly
  • so now you get an update every 2 minutes about the status of his cat
  • Elly is gazing out the window, she looks so beautiful…but of course, not as beautiful as you
  • Elly is having lunch now…the way she seems crave her food reminds me of how I feel when we’re apart
  • basically using Elly as a means to tell you cheesy pickup lines is his new hobby

Saeyoung:

  • LMAOOOO
  • right so starting off Saeyoung never really doodled on himself
  • I mean do you see this boy he’s covered in clothes oh my how troublesome
  • however, a while ago, he could see the little marking that would appear on his hands when you doodled during a boring class
  • You have no idea how much those drawing helped him get his work done
  • They were like tiny rays of sunlight for him, helping him see the way out of his dark tunnel 
  • look at me being all poetic
  • He would never write back though, always afraid that you would stop drawing if you knew he saw everything you made
  • But after a while, the doodles become less and less frequent, until they disappear altogether
  • Then you join the RFA, though tbh you guys don’t find out about being each other’s soulmate until much later
  • There’s a sleepover at Seven’s house, just you, him and Yoosung. 
  • There’s also an RFA party the next day, and you guys are the only ones crazy enough to pull an all nighter before the event
  • I mean for them it’s a common practice, sleepless nights
  • hey you could make a religion out of this
  • Anyways, it’s not until six am that you finally manage to fall asleep
  • Yoosung is passed out in the kitchen, his butt stuck to the fridge due to circumstances
  • Saeyoung wanders around, unable to sleep, when he sees your peaceful, unprotected face while you sleep on the couch
  • He grabs a sharpie and gets to work, careful not to wake you up
  • Saeyoung does some doodles of his own, and it takes him a few hours to complete because it has to be perfect so are they really doodles at this point?
  • Meanwhile Yoosung wakes up, unsticks his tush from the fridge, and leaves, because he has stuff to do for LOLOL before the party starts
  • You also wake up, groggy, glancing at the clock
  • it’s 4pm
  • the party starts in two hours
  • You bolt out the door, shouting a quick bye to Saeyoung before you return to the apartment as fast as humanely possible
  • Saeyoung doesn’t answer you
  • He’s busy staring at himself in the mirror
  • “No way….” he murmurs, gently touching his face.

  • By the time you get back home, there’s only one hour to spare, due to the heavy traffic on the way back
  • You have just enough time to throw on some nice clothes and brush your teeth before you have to leave again
  • So basically you have no idea how you look overall
  • Lo and behold, you arrive at the party, and Jaehee greets you with a frown on her face
  • “MC…I don’t know if this is some sort of a joke…but that’s hardly appropriate makeup for the occasion,” she says in a stern voice.
  • Huh?
  • The other RFA members arrive to greet you, but they all say the same thing:
  • “MC, what did you do to your face?”
  • Then Saeyoung arrives
  • “Saeyoung, look at –”
  • They freeze
  • Seven has a perfectly drawn-in twirl mustache complete with monocle and angled eyebrows on his face
  • Needless to say, you also have the same thing on yours
  • “Seven??!”
  • He takes a deep breath
  • Dabbing fiercely, he cries out 
  • “SOLIDARITY!”  
  • and then prances away
  • Basically you’re all bewildered, especially after Zen hauls Saeyoung back and has him explain just what the actual fuck is going on
  • Zen: “He found his soulmate by drawing an ungodly mustache on someone’s face? What has the world come to???
  • and you two don’t even attend the party
  • Instead, Seven brings you to a park where you both lie on the ground, counting the stars in the sky as Saeyoung offers you loving words and sweet caresses throughout the night



Saeran:

  •  Edgemaster Mc Edge gets a Mint Eye tattoo on his arm while he’s in the cult
  • You remember that fateful day where a strange drawing appeared on your skin, and didn’t come of no matter how many days had passed
  • So you automatically knew it was a tattoo and had to question your s/m’s tastes a ‘lil but it gradually grew on you
  • Ok but now listen
  • Days come and go, you join the RFA, and you never have anything else appear on your body
  • Side not: once you tried to initiate a conversation with your s/m but all you would get as a reply was “Fuck off” or “You’re creepy stop talking to me”
  • And then the day arrives when Saeran breaks into your apartment
  • You’re in the middle of putting on a hoodie, but you drop it out of shock when a grown ass man casually Tarzans into your house
  • Saeran has got his whole “I’ll take you to paradise and make you happy and we’ll have sex all day” speech ready and you just kinda whisper what the fuck
  • Why does this guy have the same tattoo as me???
  • So you’re staring at his arm, and he’s trailing off because what she’s not scared? 
  • Actually what is she looking at?
  • His gaze is drawn to his own tattoo, then he looks back at you
  • Is a quadruple take a thing?
  • He just slowly points a finger at you, covering his mouth his a loose fist while you mirror his movement
  • “You’re that creepy person!” he declares, eyes wide, while at the same time you say “You’re that anti-social emo kid!” 
  • “That means…that you’re my soulmate???” you guys yell simultaneously. “No way!
  • Y’all are breathing hard
  • neither of you know what the fuck is going on
  • Saeran tries to run away from his sudden bout of feelies but you launch an aerial attack and glomp him before he reaches the window
  • Basically it’s a very confusing evening that ends in late night emotional syndrome and melting ice cream
  • The only time Saeran returns to Mint Eye is to make sure Rika is taken away and her cult dissolved
  • Saeyoung’s a mess, all tears and joy, because not only did he get his brother back, but said brother also managed to find his soul mate
  • Saeran promises to write you nicer answers
  • your favorite one is when he gets a little bit drunk, and he doodles a little sun and some clouds on his forearm, where underneath he writes a simple
  • “Let’s watch the sky together, my soulmate.”