how did she make that jump though

Lost Series - Part Three

Part One :

Part Two :

Pairing : Jerome x Fem. Reader

Originally posted by callmevaleska

Unrelated - But I really love that gif ^^ He looks so cute.

How long has it been? I honestly don’t know. I haven’t seen the sunlight in days. The last time I saw Jerome was the day that I kicked a guard in the nuts and broke the others nose. For doing that, they threw me in solitary. The room was small, with white padded walls. The doctors kept doping me up with something that made my bones feel like mush. I don’t know what it is, but they said it’s to ‘calm me down’. I couldn’t move, or even keep my eyes open.

I haven’t eaten for days because of this. Everyday at the same time they push a plate of food through a slot in the door. Sometimes, I manage to crawl over to it. Eat a few bites before it all comes back up. I feel disgusting. I just want to go home. But that’s the thing, there is no home. To be honest, anywhere would be better than here.

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Alright, I’m sick of all of this “Donna doesn’t deserve this promotion” or “Donna’s being annoying and it’s making me not like her” bullshit. We are gonna stop this right here. 

“she was more fun as a secretary, and she should go back to just rocking her role as that.”
ya know what, harvey’s not doing the greatest job as managing partner and was awesome just having his name on the door, should he just back down? No. this season is obviously going to be a lot about him growing in to his role, and rising to the challenge he has chosen to take. Donna should be allowed just the same benefit of the doubt. Who’s to say she can’t go on as COO and still be the remarkably witty character we know and love? Honestly, if the writers would just give her some damn time outside of having to defend her position to everyone and let her be her damn self, maybe we could actually see her being just as awesome as she was before as just a secretary.

“it was so unreasonable; she’s unqualified and doesn’t have a law degree. there’s no way she’d be partner in real life.”
ok umm if you have this thought, then have you been watching suits at all? the whole basis of the show started off on Mike being a fraud and then coming back to PSL after being convicted and then leaving prison. (did we all forget harvey also snuck mike out of prison so that he could see his fiance and remember how much he wants to go home???)  I don’t see Mike being a big deal for anyone else. you really wanna start on being realistic now? as korsch so kindly reminded us a couple of days ago, this is a tvshow. you can throw all the “BUT IN THE US ABA LAWBOOK #34598389457987 PART 2 A ROMAN NUMBERAL V THIS IS ILLEGAL” in the trash. we care about character development and personal growth, not how accurately this show reflects real life. Harvey’s therapist admitted she had fantasies about him, for christ’s sake. Harvey’s ass wasn’t fired on the spot for hiring a fraud who came in with drugs into an interview. 

“she doesn’t know anything, she’s gonna fuck up.”
yeah, and??? we’re all human??? you’re going to tell me that louis litt’s temper tantrums were justified??? all 6 seasons??? the time he punched harvey in the face?? the time he got upset over his cat??? the time he yelled at Stu and tried to get them evicted even though it was completely irrational?? the time he leveraged Mike’s secret to get his name on the door??? 

and don’t even get me started  on how many times she’s prevented all of these *colorful personalities* from fucking up themselves. Louis throwing a fit about Norma? Handled that. Mike and Harvey can’t make up because occasionally their heads are too far up their asses? also handled that. Louis jumping ship to Daniel Hardman? handled it. Scottie wanting to sort out her feelings with Harvey? handled it. Daniel Hardman himself? did we forget that she slapped him?

“she only got it because Harvey has a soft spot for her.”
Where the hell do you think she got that vote of faith from, buying him a bagel and a coffee every morning? No. You can’t ignore the fact that they’ve been a team for more than 12 years. If she wasn’t competent or capable, she would have been fired long ago. instead, we have scenes with Donna telling Harvey that “sometimes we need a little help” or convincing Louis to be rational and not use the tape admitting Harvey’s in therapy against him. where would harvey even be without her? probably in some jail cell with cameron dennis back in season 1 when he didn’t have the heart turn on his superior. 

“she’s so annoying now, totally ruining suits for me”

truth of the fact is, yeah, maybe it’s a far stretch, but it is nothing out of ordinary in the suits world, nor is it deserving of all this criticism. PSL is an empty shell, everyone left, she has spent a large part of her entire time being everyone’s emotional punching bag and keeping everyone from sawing off each other’s legs, and after 12+ years-

If you were a) a badass secretary who knew everyone and everything, thus making you b) a very valuable asset to the firm and c) had to dictate Louis’s dictaphone at one point on a daily basis at one point in your life, fucking look me in the eye and tell me that you wouldn’t take up this opportunity if it presented itself to you in a heartbeat.


’ We are never going into the woods again! ’
’ I think if you ever want to get in my pants again… ’
’ Affirmative. ’
’ Excuse me, sir, do you have a payphone? ’
’ Uh, this one’s not working. Do you have another phone I could use? ’
’ Do you have another phone I could use? ’
’ Uh… what isn’t long distance from here, right? ’
’ Long distance? ’
’ You cuttin’ wise with me, son? ’
’ I’m running behind and I really need to make a call. ’
’ The highway’s really jammed up. ’
’ Do you know of another route heading south? ’
’ Well, that there’s my only phone. ’
’ Hey, why’s this Bear Mountain Road dotted like this? ’
’ Bet they ain’t got around to paving it yet. ’
’ looks like it runs in the highway about fifteen, twenty miles. ’
’ Thank you very much. Take care, okay? ’
’ If you say so. ’
’ You’re the one who’s gonna need to take care. ’
’ Hey, what’s your name? ’
’ That is not funny. ’
’ Look’s who scared now… Sorry. ’
’ I think they need to be alone. ’
’ Just get me to a motel room and run me a very hot bath. ’
’ Be prepared to provide me with a lot of orgasms. ’
’ Whoa, wait guys, this road isn’t on here. ’
’ That’s because we don’t have the redneck world atlas. ’
’ Let’s make this quick. ’
’ I don’t know, but can you help me find the bathroom? ’
’ Baby, I think this is the bathroom. ’
’ Okay, who lives here? ’
’ If there is a next house. ’
’ What, the next house is gonna have a white picket fence? ’
’ Actually, maybe we should keep walking. ’
’ Can you hold this? ’
’ ‘Cause we’re gonna knock this fucker outta the tree! ’
’ I can’t believe they called us stoners. ’
’ You know, we should’ve just taken her to New York. ’
’ No, you know how she loves this outdoors stuff. ’
’ Yeah. If you ask me, though, nature sucks. ’
’ Well, the next time she gets dumped we’ll take her to New York. ’
’ God, look at this place. ’
’ Yeah, it’s like the garage sale from hell. ’
’ We need to keep ourselves alive, or it was for nothing. ’
’ We’re gonna stay alive. We’re gonna get out of this. ’
’ We’re gonna get out of these woods, we’re gonna find the police. ’
’ We’re gonna make sure those motherfucks are punished for this. ’
’ I’d rather jump than burn to death! ’
’ Okay, you guys go, and we’ll just stay here. ’
’ Where did you get this? ’
’ I found it in my dad’s room, actually. ’
’ Drop your pants. ’
’ When do people always show up, ______? ’
’ Consider it an experiment in probability theory. ’
’ What are we doing? ’
’ No, they’re not. You were dreaming. ’
’ Okay, you’re great. You got the line? ’
’ C'mon, you motherfuckers. Just die. ’
’ Goddamnit! Hey? Did you find anything to eat? ’
’ Y'know, I think this guy must be some kind of doctor! ’
’ Maybe we should get him to write us some prescriptions. ’
’ He doesn’t have any smokes either. ’
’ Where are you? Are you pissing or something? ’
’ Are you pissing or something? ’
’ Why don’t we just wait for someone else to come along? ’
’ Hey, hey, hey. What’re you doing? ’
‘ I was gonna see if they had a phone. ’
’ I’m just thinking West Virginia, trespassing, not a great combination. ’
’ I mean, you guys can wait out here if you want. ’
’ You can’t just go barging into someone’s house like that. ’
’ Well, I need to remind you of a little movie called Deliverance. ’
’ Look, I need to pee. ’
’ We’re gonna find a road, we’re gonna get to a town, and we’re goin’ home. ’
’ And we are never going into the woods again. ’
’ And we’re gonna get married. All right? ’
’ We are gonna get out of this, I swear to you. ’
’ _______, sweet pea, look at me. ’
’ What, like Speed Racer here? ’
’ We’re almost out… ’
’ Did you find anything to eat? ’
’ Whoo! Whoo-hoo! Oh, yeah! ’
’ Say mayday. ’
’ They’re here! ’
’ We’re all in this together. Come on. ’
’ _______, look at me, okay? ______ died protecting us. ’
’ Whatever. Just get me to a motel room. ’
’ ‘Cause you’re the mule. ’
Shadow: Chapter 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Natasha and Bucky rescue someone from their past. Being hunted down, they bring you to the Avengers. Will it be enough to keep you safe?

Warnings: none

A/N: Here’s part 2! Let me know if you would liked to be tagged and feedback is always welcome! Thanks so much for reading! ~J

Masterlist       Chapter 1

Originally posted by bovaria

He feels like the walls are closing in on him as he moves down the hallway. He does remember you, boy does he remember you. But that also means he remembers the last time you had been together, and he can’t bear the weight that sits on his heart.

His thoughts consume him as he makes his way back to his room. So loud that he doesn’t even notice Steve sitting on the edge of his bed and jumps.

“Steve” he glares at the blonde.

“Bucky” Steve wagers back.

Bucky stares at his best friend for a while before sighing in defeat and slouching next to Steve on the bed.

“I know her” Bucky says plainly.

“Yeah, I kind of got that part Buck.”

“I mean I guess I don’t know her. The soldier did. She was in the red room the same time as Natasha.”

“That makes sense. Natasha said she was like a sister to her. How does all this fit together though Buck?”

“I worked in the red room for a while. Natasha said that we worked together before right?”

Steve nodded. “Well, it was mostly me and Y/N working together. Wherever she went, Natasha went. That’s how she earned her nickname, shadow”

“How long were was the soldier there Bucky?”

Bucky stalls for a moment, trying to remember the exact timeline, but all he can think about when he looks back is you. He shakes his head, trying to see if he can shake out the sound of your laugh.

“I’m not sure. Maybe 6 months?”

“That’s enough time to catch feelings.”

“I don’t have feelings for Y/N” he says automatically. But even he doesn’t think that sounded convincing.

He catches Steve smiling at him from the corner of his eye and lets out a huff.

“I can’t have feelings for her.” Bucky whispers.

Steve’s smile falls to a frown as he looks over his best friend. Bucky looks so defeated it almost makes his heart ache.


The question was simple, but Bucky couldn’t answer. He didn’t know how to explain that he was the root of your problems, that he had only brought you pain and suffering when you had given him hope and compassion. His gut twisted just thinking about it.

“I hurt her Steve” is all Bucky can say before tears start to well up in his eyes.


You finish braiding your hair when you see Natalia leaning against the door. You send a small smile at her through the mirror and she reciprocates with one of her own.

“You look beautiful тень”, you snort at her comment.

“I’ll never be as pretty as you Nat. Besides this isn’t about looks” you tease.

You both stand there for a moment in silence, knowing what was coming next.

“He’s here” Natalia says with little emotion in her voice. You turn and look at her and nod. Everyone had been gossiping about the soldat’s arrival for days now. Being the fist of hydra, everyone wanted to work with him. Everyone wanted to get picked for this mission, but you. You knew that being picked for this mission meant that you were the best of the Red Room, there would be no escaping if you were picked.

Natalia lead the way to the main training room where everyone was gathered. Today, Hydra and the soldat would choose their accomplice, whose life they would trap. There had been rumors that it would be between you or Natalia, like always, but you hoped that this wouldn’t be true. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice Natalia come to a stop before you and you bumped into her. You felt the headmaster’s glare on you before you gave a weak smile and stepped in line.  

With all the girls lined up, you could see now that the soldat had not arrived yet. The headmaster went on explaining that hydra would come and pick four girls they believed to be best, they would fight and then the soldat himself would choose. A tingle ran up your spine thinking about him. You had spent all last night awake, thinking of what he might look like.

Suddenly the door opened and in walks in a large, hulking man trailed by 3 others. You don’t notice anything but him. His eyes seemed bluer than the sky you remembered, his hair was long and dark and you wanted to run your fingers through it. You had heard of the metal arm, but you hadn’t thought that it would be this pretty, it didn’t look like a weapon of mass destruction. He didn’t look like a weapon.

Your breath caught in your throat as you made eye contact with him and your face flushed. One of the men with him spoke first “the blonde one second from the left, the brunette in the middle, the red head, and the one with the braid.” They all stepped forward and you realized that you were being called. Your stomach twisted as you took the step.

Before you knew it, you were being separated in pairs. You would be fighting Isobel, a girl you had loathed since you were forced in here.

You looked at her before taking a fighting stance, you had to make this look believable. You saw the determination in her eyes before she lunged you. You ducked half-heartly out of the way. She came at you again and again, landing some punches when you had been forcibly too slow. You calculated that she was getting tired now, and that for her to knock you out, you had to let her win now.

Isobel gave one last huff before she charged you, and you purposefully stayed your ground, letting her tackle you. You saw the gleam in her eye as she realized she had won. You could feel Natalia’s eyes on you. She knew what you were doing, you didn’t just lose to someone you had beat 100 times over in training out of the blue. But you didn’t care, it seemed your plan was working when Natalia had to fight Isobel, taking you out of the running.  

In the end, Natalia stood victoriously over a whimpering Isobel and you had believed that to be the end. The four of you lined up again as the headmaster ran over your names to the guests. You had been barely paying attention, knowing that Natalia was slotted to be the one they chose. Until you heard your name fall from his lips.

Your head snapped up so fast you thought you had given yourself whiplash. Shock and sadness flooded your eyes as you made eye contact with him again. It seemed his choice was not sufficient for his handlers as they started to bark at him. They walked to a small corner to reprimand him but you could see he held his ground. He wanted you. Your stomach clenched again, in fear or something else you weren’t sure.

They returned and with reluctance said your name again, announcing however that Natalia was to also to be helping. You couldn’t focus on what came next. You had to pack your bags as you were leaving that night, you would go to a house with the soldat to live and train while on this mission. You feel Natalia guide you back to your room before you break down crying.

Instead of letting you cry on her shoulder, she packed for you, hugged you and murmured how it would be ok before she shoved you towards them. Seeing the sadness in her eyes made you want to be strong.

The car ride to your new prison was long. You were sat in the very back with the four men in front of you. You were done with being sad, and scared. In that moment you had decided that you would not be broken by them. You would stand strong and you would find a way out.


“Good morning sleepy head” Natasha sang as she waltzed into your room. You groaned and threw a pillow at her. You could hear she caught the pillow and let out a small laugh.

“Come on Y/N, we’re moving you to your new room today!” and poked you on your side. You flinched and opened your eyes to see her bouncing next to your bed.

The day after Bucky had run out of your room, you had been placed in the cradle. Now healed and ready to get back into action, you were being moved into a private room in the tower.

“I have nothing to move” you tried to joke as you sat up and grabbed for the cardigan Natasha had brought for you.

“Well then we go shopping! Wanda has been dying to get out of here” and she continues blabbing about where to go and what to get, but you zone out. You had met everyone while in the hospital wing of the tower and you were shocked by how friendly they were with one another. They were truly like a family you did not have.

Natasha must have noticed you slip into your daydream because she poked you on the side again and laughed when you grumbled. Had she always been this care free you think, before you let her drag you out of the room and towards your new one.

You step out of the elevator and Natasha continues to ramble on about the perks of the tower. “Here is the largest common space, that’s the largest kitchen, every room has a small kitchenette and a bathroom…” but you’ve spaced out, you’ll explore later. You walk up a flight of stairs and take a left, to a branch that had only two doors on opposite sides of the wall.

“Here’s your room” she says as she grandly gestures to the right-sided door and opened it. You’re breath caught in your throat when you saw the room.

It was large, most of the walls were painted a cream color except for the wall of light blue where your bed was. The bed had a large padded headboard with white and blue bedding. Everything seemed so familiar, to the light wooden desk to the gold chandelier that you felt tears rising to your eyes and you looked over at Nat. She looked at you with a smirk on her face and you knew it was her doing. This was the dream room you had described to her when you were in the red room, right down to the gold paintings hanging on the wall.

“Thank you” you managed to get out and pulled her into a bone crushing hug.

“Your welcome. Wanda and I thought it was fun, plus it put the boys to work. Maybe this will convince you to stay longer” she smiled at you and lead you to a door on the right side. She turned on the light and you could see it was a large walk in closet.

“We put some basics in here, but we’ll still have to go shopping for more.” she stated and lead you back into the room. Your room.

You sat on the bed and noticed how comfortable it was.

“Feels like a cloud?” Nat raises an eyebrow, you nod with a heavenly sigh as you lay back.

Another 15 minutes of Nat showing you around the room and the luxury bathroom, she slipped out saying that she had to train, but you were to meet back down in the common area in 3 hours so you could go shopping.

Left with your own thoughts, you wander out in the hallway and try to decide what to do. The door across from you opens and you jump seeing the person walk out.

“Bucky” you breath, settling a hand over your racing heart.

He gives you a small smile and quickly walks away. You stumble back into your room, thoughts fleeting through your mind, but it always came back to Bucky. Bucky was here, he lived in the room next to yours. You were pretty sure he didn’t remember you, that you were a locked away memory from the soldat. This made your stomach sink and your heart ache as you thought about the time you had spent together.

“Y/N!” Wanda gasped as you emerged from your dressing room, “you look amazing!”. You gave her a small smile before stepping to the center of the three way mirror and examining yourself. All of your wounds had been healed by the cradle, but you swore you could see little scars. Your long hair and bright eyes were now duller, exhaustion and being hunted taking its toll on you. But otherwise you looked good. Your fit and svelte body looked goddess like as you spun around in your dress.

From the corner of your eye you see Nat smile at your old habit as she did a small twirl of her own.

“Tell me why we need these nice dresses again?” you ask.

“Tony throws so many grand parties for who knows what. You’ll definitely need it at some point, so why not buy them now?” she teases and walks back to her fitting room.

“Y/N, tell me about how you know Natasha?” Wanda asks from her dressing room.

“I was 5 and she was 8 when I was sent to the red room. I cried my first night there and Nat unfortunately was my roommate.” your eyes dropped a little at the memory. “But she slid into my bed, braided my hair and hummed me to sleep. She kept doing that every night. She was my best friend, my sister.” you smile as you eye Natasha’s dressing room door. You could hear the small sniffle she let out and knew that she was getting emotional at the memory as well.

“What about you and Bucky?” Wanda asks as Natasha lets out a warning sound, but it was too late.

“That’s… We… He and I…” you stumbled, trying to find the simplest words you could, but finding it hard when all you could think of were his blue eyes.

“The soldat and I worked together on a mission before…” you say. Separating the soldat and Bucky made it easier for you to explain.

“That’s not all, it can’t be” Wanda questions as she moves out of her dressing room, many new items in her hand.

You smile as you think of your time with him, “It was complicated.” And with that you walk back into your dressing room, shut the door, and try not to have a breakdown over the soldat that was not and never would be yours.  

Part 3

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“I’m too old” Steve Rogers x Reader imagine

Originally posted by buddyineedyou

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It was obvious for everyone how much you liked each other, even for the two of you. But somehow, every time you brought it up, Steve avoided having that conversation and he would never started it. It was confusing, for you and for everyone else who witnessed it. You two were close, too close, the feelings were evident but then Steve used to push you away, but he would be the one looking for you after a few days.

“What is wrong with him, huh?” You asked Tony. You used to help him at the lab when you were stressed or just needed to relax. “Last night, he was all around me hugging me, saying how much I mean to him and this morning puf! That was gone, he apologised and left”, you told him.

“Maybe that’s how he used to flirt back in his time,” Tony joked, obtaining a death look from you. “Ok, ok”, he laughed shaking his head.

“We have been like this for three months now, for fuck’s sake! When is he going to be a fucking man and have a proper conversation with me about it?” You said frustrated and you threw a piece of metal across the room.

“Hey! Careful, that’s mine” Tony warned you. You rolled your eyes and leaned against the table. “Talk to him”, he said.

“I have tried a million times! He always manages to sneak out with lame excuses.” You said looking up at Tony pouting.

“I’m not talking to him so don’t give me that look”, he said quickly. You whined and sighed. “Go. Corner him in a room, tell FRIDAY to lock the door, and talk to him”

You looked at Tony silently, why didn’t you think about that? Of course! FRIDAY could help!

“Thank you so much!” You said all of sudden hugging him before running to the door.

“I’m still kicking his ass if he hurts you, you know?” He yelled as you left the lab.

You looked for Steve all around the tower and asked everyone if they had seen him but nobody had. Maybe he had gone out so you sat down on a couch, facing the elevator, you wouldn’t miss his arrival. You and the Cap were talking that day and you didn’t care if he liked it or not. You were sick of this situation and needed something clear, or at least you needed to know why he acted that way.

After more than an hour, the elevator doors opened. Bruce and Steve both walked out of it, laughing. You stood up, feeling so nervous now, not knowing how to bring it up and of course not knowing how to lock him up anywhere. It was the Captain America we were talking about. Locking him up wasn’t that easy.

“Hi (Y/N), how are you?” Bruce said smiling the moment he saw you.

“Fine,” you smiled and bite your lip “Is it ok if I steal the Cap from you for a moment?” You asked.

Bruce looked at you and then at Steve who seemed tensed and nervous now. But he wasn’t going to run away. Not this time.

“Sure, I actually was going to talk to Tony about…stuff.” It had always been so funny to you how a bad liar he was. But you appreciate it.

Bruce went to the stairs that would take him to the lab where Tony was, leaving you and Steve alone, facing each other. He was the first one looking away from your eyes since apparently something out of the window was much more interesting.

“I want to talk to you”, you finally said.

“Oh, yeah. Eh… I am going to take a shower first, is that ok?” He asked walking to the stairs as well.

“No, it’s not. This has been going on for too many time, stop running away!” You exclaimed but he just kept on walking to the stairs to go up.

“I’m not running, (Y/N), I just want a shower”, he said chuckling a little. He was a better liar than Bruce but he was still awful.

You were expecting you two could talk properly, sitting on a couch but no, it had to be done the hard way. You took a deep breath and followed him upstairs. You did it silently since you didn’t want him to lock the door if he saw you coming. Once you heard his door being closed you ran to it and opened it, walked in and closed the door. You told FRIDAY to lock it and once it was done, you turned around.

Steve was standing there, with his t-shirt in his hand, looking at you surprised. Well, probably he did want to take a shower but he would have to wait. You gulped as you looked at his torso since it was the first time you saw him like that.

“(Y/N), I told you I’m taking a shower”, he sighed looking away from you.

“Not yet. We are going to talk and you are going to tell me what the hell is going on with you!” You said completely frustrated by now.

“Language”, he said. You really had to control the impulse of throwing something at his face. “And I don’t know what you are talking about.”

He walked to the door of the bathroom but, for the first time, you were faster than the Captain America and you were in front of the door, blocking the way, before he could get to it. He gulped and looked down at you, frowning now.

“Can you move away?” He asked politely but there was something strange in his voice, like he was nervous. You didn’t move “(Y/N), please…” he whispered.

“What’s wrong with you, Steve? I don’t understand you. One day you’re telling me how incredible I am, how much I mean to you, you are cuddling up with me, and the next one you’re pushing me away for no reason. I deserve an explanation.” You said looking up at him. “You know how I feel about you, you’ve known for months and here we are, up and down, and I just don’t get it. Do you even feel the same or you lied when you told me how you felt?”

“Of course it was true, I would never lie to you.” He replied immediately and turned around to walk to his bed. He sat down, put the t-shirt back on and looked at you, “what do you want me to say?” He asked with a shrug.

“The truth”, you said biting your lip.

He locked his blue eyes with yours for a moment and then looked down. What were you supposed to think? He was so confusing and so bipolar, you didn’t know what to think. You thought this time he would tell you the truth but he just stayed quiet. After five minutes of waiting you were just done.

“Fine, forget it.” You sighed and walked to the door of the room. “Look Steve… I’m done with this ok? I’m not going to keep on playing your stupid game because, honestly, I’m tired of it and…it hurts. It really hurts. So…” You frowned. You couldn’t break up with him because you weren’t even together so you didn’t know what else you could say. “…goodbye.”

You told FRIDAY to unlock the door and you left, leaving Steve seated on the bed, looking at the door, not believing what you had just said. Did he really lose you?


Days have passed since you had that last conversation with Steve. You had spent the last few days avoiding him, his looks, and his attempt to talk to you. You just didn’t want to do it anymore, you didn’t want him to fool you anymore. Maybe it was funny to him but for you it was just heart breaking.

Everyone had tried to distract you, especially Tony, but it didn’t work. Not even when he told you he would make you your own iron suit was he able to cheer you up. Bruce tried to make you eat but you barely had more than a sandwich per day. Natasha tried to train you but you didn’t even flinch when you saw her shooting. You just didn’t feel like doing anything so you spent most of the time locked in your room, keeping everybody out.

Almost two weeks after you and Steve stopped talking, you were going down to the kitchen to grab an apple or something to eat but you stopped at the middle of the stairs when you heard Tony and Steve talking and your name could be heard in the conversation.

“Have you even see her? She’s a ghost walking around the tower and it’s because of you, so you go and fix it!” Tony said. You sighed and closed your eyes. He wasn’t going to do such thing.

“And what am I supposed to do? She wouldn’t even look at me!” Steve exclaimed. You bite your lip and looked down at your hands.

“You two are really meant to be, huh? Why don’t you just go to her room and lock her in there to talk to her?” I raised an eyebrow as I heard the same advice he gave me. “It’s not like she’s some Asgardian from a Shakespeare’s play and she can jump out of the window safely.”

“Shakespeare’s?” You heard Thor. So he was there as well.

“A smart death guy, you would have liked him”, Tony explained quickly. “So? Are you staying here while she’s heartbroken because of you or are you going to be a man and tell her how you feel?” He added.

“You should go, Rogers”, Thor said.

“She hates me right now…” Steve said making me frown. No, I didn’t. I wish I did though.

You sighed and got up walking downstairs anyway like you heard nothing. It was obvious he wasn’t going to talk to you and you weren’t going to do so either. So you just walked pass the common room, where the three of them looked at you, and walked into the kitchen. You opened the fridge and took the milk, you would just make some hot chocolate since that had always made you feel better. When you closed the fridge and turned around you stopped on your track, and almost dropped the milk, when you saw Steve standing just behind you. You didn’t even hear him walking in.

You two looked at each other for a few seconds before you looked away and also walked away to take the chocolate from a cupboard and also a mug. You wouldn’t be the one talking this time.

“Can we talk?” He asked quietly. You sighed and looked at him.

He was looking at you with those sad blue eyes, almost begging you to listen to him. You looked at the door and raised an eyebrow as you saw Tony signalling you to listen to him. You sighed and looked back at the Cap before nodding.

“Ok, good.” He said and took a deep breath, “I apologise for my behaviour from the other day and…these last few months. It wasn’t right and I hurt you. I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes and sighed. You didn’t need an apology, you needed an explanation. “You asked me what is wrong with me, didn’t you?” He said. You stopped what you were doing and looked at him before nodding again. “What is wrong with me, (Y/N), is that I am more than 90 years old and I’m in love with someone who is not even 30…” He said.

He had to be kidding you. This couldn’t be an age issue. He couldn’t have been acting these weird for so many months because he was older than you, much older.

“You can’t be serious”, you finally said.

“What? Yes, I am. It’s not like you’re 27 and I’m 37. I’m 94, (Y/N)… I don’t want to steal your life when there are guys much younger than me probably in love with you…” He said looking away. The thought of someone else loving you and you loving someone else was too painful but it was better than you being with such an old man.

“Steve…” You said walking towards him and taking his face in your hands so he wouldn’t look away. “I. Don’t. Care. You get it?” You said slowly. “You are the best man I have ever known, Cap, you are gentle, a gentleman, nice, loving, caring and…you love me and I love you, so would you please stop worrying about such dumb stuff and ask me out already before I lose my fucking mind?” You said.

He smiled a little as you said that and took your hands off his face. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, always looking into your eyes.

“Language”, he mumbled before kissing you slowly, gently. You wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him back with a small smile until you heard someone clapping. You both pulled away and looked at the door to see Tony clapping and Thor with a huge smile on his face.

“It was about time, Cap”, Tony said crossing his arms. You looked at Steve and smiled happily. “Hurt her again, and I swear I will kill you”, he added before walking away followed by Thor.

“I’m not planning to.” He whispered looking at you before kissing you again.

Cheater Part Seven

A/N: I didn’t realize it had been more than two months since I posted part six. This part is kind of a filler but it is important to the story line sorta. This is so unedited so if you see any mistakes, let me know. I hope you enjoy and that this was worth the wait

Word Count: 1093

Warnings: A few curse words but that’s it

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Cheater Masterlist

When you woke up, you felt a moment of confusion before everything came to you. It’s hard to believe that in just one day your whole life was turned upside down.

By your side was Tony, who was still asleep and it had looked like he had stayed asleep all night. Looking at the small clock next to him, you saw that it was a little after eight which meant that Y/D/N was most likely up and bugging whoever had watched her last night.

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vampire!Choi Twins: Bloodbag

Choi Twins x Reader (vampire AU)
Title: Bloodbag

–Unknown has entered the chatroom–

Unknown: …Hello…?
MC: ?
Unknown: Can you see this?
MC: Who are you?
Unknown: I’m sure you’re surprised.
Unknown: It’s not everyday you get a text from a stranger.
Unknown: I’m a bit flustered myself. I found a smartphone at the subway station, but all it had was this messenger app.
Unknown: I want to find the owner, but I don’t see any contact info or call records…
Unknown: I’ve been sending messages with this app but no reply…
Unknown: All I see is an address and some important-looking numbers saved in notes.
Unknown: I’d like to go there myself but I’m currently abroad…
MC: First… who are you?
Unknown: Me? Oh sorry. I didn’t even introduce myself.
Unknown: I’m just… a student studying abroad. I’m Korean.
Unknown: I could tell you my name, but it doesn’t really matter.
Unknown: You won’t find me on search engines. ^^;
MC: I’d like to know anyway.
Unknown: What about that, I will tell you if you do what I’m asking for? ^^
MC: Or I won’t do what you’re asking me for if you don’t give me your name~
Unknown: …
Unknown: So stubborn…
Unknown: Okay then. My name is Saeran. 
Unknown: Will you go there now?
MC: …
MC: I have a bad feeling about this.
Unknown: I told you my name though ^^;
MC: Which doesn’t mean I can trust you…
Unknown: It’s hard to trust a person you just met.
Unknown: But you promised…
MC: …Guess I did…
MC: …Uh…
MC: Send me the address.
Unknown: Th
Unknown: ank
Unknown: you
Unknown: ^^;

The building seemed to be empty. There was a bunch of doors to apartments, but you didn’t hear nor see a single living soul. It was getting late now and the corridors were getting darker and darker, as the light seemed to go off.

Should you really go there? To the address a stranger gave you?

And the code. He sent you the code to the apartment so that you could just enter.

Was it okay to go into someone’s apartment like this…?

No, it was not. And everything inside you spoke so: you shouldn’t go there. You should delete the app, hide your phone and never talk to that stranger again.

Yet you were here. Naively following the stranger’s orders. Going straight into his trap.

You stood in front of the door and hesitated.

You should knock first, shouldn’t you? Maybe someone was indeed inside. That would be weird if you entered the password to this someone’s apartment and just casually walked in.

So you knocked. Once, twice. No one answered. You sighed and, not hesitating anymore, pressed the buttons to insert the password.

The door opened.

You placed your hand on the knob, trying to choose whether or not you should actually go inside.

Of course you shouldn’t.

A while later, the door closed behind your back. You were inside. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, but you didn’t even notice it.

Unknown: Good girl~.

There was a corridor and a bunch of closed doors. What should you do…?

You took out your phone.

MC: I’m inside, what now…?
Unknown: Shouldn’t you leave a note?
MC: Right…
MC: There’s a lot of doors, where should I go? I don’t want to go in somewhere I shouldn’t.
Unknown: You’re a nice person ^^
Unknown: I think you should  go forward. It’s usually the easiest way.
MC: If you say so…

You went to the end of the corridor and placed your hand on the knob.

You were here anyway. There was no point in avoiding it now.

The door opened and you walked in, casually closing it behind yourself right before having a look at the room.

Your heart literally stopped.

Because you weren’t in this room alone.

“Heh… She actually came.”

“I told you she would.”

“How did you make her though~?”

“She was quite obedient.”

“Right, right… Well, good for you. Have the first bite.”

You didn’t want to know what was going on. But this short conversation made you realize that you’ve got yourself in a trap. How stupid could you be…?

You turned around, going to leave as soon as you were able to. You almost managed to go through the door, when a hand collided with it, shutting it in a violent motion. You jumped away from the person, who was standing beside you now.

But you couldn’t put it all together in your head. Because you were more than one hundred percent sure, that a second ago this person was on the other side of the room. And now he was standing here, glaring at you with his bright, mint eyes.

“Are you going somewhere…?” he asked coldly.

The other boy looked at you two, shifting a bit. He was sitting on the windowsill, a soft smile plastered to his face.

“Don’t be so scary, Saeran” he said cheerfully. “We don’t want her to faint here, do we?”

“No, not yet” the boy answered, his lips curling into a smirk now.

Saeran? You instantly recognized the name.

“You… leaded me here” you realized. “W-what do you two want from me…?” you asked, trying to sound brave, even if your shoulders shivered and your heart was beating so fast that you were almost sure that the boys could hear it. You backed away.

“What do we want from you?” Saeran’s smile dropped as he moved quickly, placing one of his hands on the wall beside you, forbidding you from moving further. “Let me show you.”

He leaned closer and you panicked, in an instinctive motion pushing him away with all your strength.

Once again, you tried to reach the door, but his fingers wrapped around your hair, violently yanking you back. You whined loudly, his other hand grabbing your wrist.

“If I were you, I’d try to be more cooperative.”

“L-let go…” you growled, at least trying to sound more angry than scared. Unsuccessfully.

But Saeran’s patience was running out at this point. He pushed you against the wall, pushing his leg between your thighs to forbid you from running away. His one hand was still holding firmly your wrist, while the other grasped your chin, yanking your head to the side.

“Hold still” he muttered, leaning closer; his warm breath tickled your neck.

You froze. Not because he told you to. The fear just paralyzed you and you were too scared to move.

But, what happened next, was even worse. The pain. The sharp pain of fangs piercing the skin on your neck.

You heard a scream. Were you the one screaming? You didn’t know. The pain itself made your vision blur and your head spin. What was going on? Why did you feel that pain…?

“Shut up…” you heard a mumble. The boy drawn away a bit. You saw red stains around his lips, a bit of the liquid dropped onto his shirt.

The other boy laughed a bit.

“You scared her, see?” he said, jumping off the windowsill. “Or were you too rough?” He came closer and frowned, glancing at the wound. You couldn’t see it yourself, but the throbbing pain didn’t go away even now and you could feel the hot liquid running down your cleavage. The boy chuckled shortly. “Niiice…”

“She’s bleeding, Saeyoung. It’s all going to waste.”

“I won’t mind licking it up.” He grabbed your arm, pulling you to him. Saeran didn’t oppose, only stared as his brother looked down at your trembling form. You were in too much shock to even think about fighting back. “…You still here?” He waved his hand in front of your face and you blinked, curling up a bit.

“L-let go…” you mumbled and he chuckled again.

“Guess you won’t give up easily. That’s more fun for us” he stated, wrapping arms around your waist, not letting you fall as your legs suddenly gave up. “There, there~”

He leaned down to your neck, giving the wound a short lick. His eyes flickered, but he didn’t say a word, running his tongue down your throat. He stopped at the cleavage and inhaled deeply your scent, shuddering at the pleasant feeling of your blood’s scent reaching his nostrils.

Saeran chuckled.

“Can’t resist yourself, do you?”

“That’s… nice” Saeyoung stated a bit incoherently, looking up at your face. You closed your eyes tightly to not see his own, brightening in a dangerous way that made you shiver. “What, why aren’t you looking? Are you so scared that you’re falling asleep?” He blinked, tilting his head to the side. “But it’s not over yet… Stay still, I will wake you up.” He raised gently your chin and pressed his lips against yours, making you open your eyes widely – just like he expected.

Saeran snorted in the background.


Saeyoung glanced at him, but didn’t say a word, parting your lips with his tongue. You whined softly, trying to push him away, but in the next moment his sharp fangs pierced your lip. After a mere second he pulled out roughly, drawing blood from the fresh wound. The red liquid ran down your chin and dropped onto his fingers.

He raised his hand to his mouth, licking the blood off.

“Tempting…” he sighed. “I’m getting even more thirsty now… Brother, come here, or I will drain her before you’re done with it…”

“Don’t even try it” Saeran growled lowly, grabbing your arm from behind and pulling you toward his chest. You struggled weakly, unwarily tilting your head to the side. The motion gave the boy a perfect access to your wound and he leaned down, biting down once more, right above the previous place.

You wriggled against his grasp, but as soon as the pain appeared again, you only cried quietly, keeping still in a sudden realization that moving will only make it worse. You heard Saeran smirk against your neck.

“Good girl” he purred, clearly fond of your submissiveness.

He pulled out and leaned lower, to your collarbone. He bit there once more, drawing even more of the blood that was already staining you whole front. His grasp tightened as his brother held your hand, raising it to his lips to bite it, having his own meal in the meanwhile. 

Your blood was floading out of the wounds, making your head spin from the loss. You quivered, the cool feeling filling you from inside as you slowly gave up, letting your body lay loosely in the boys’ grasp.

“Is she passing out?” Saeyoung asked, watching you intently.

“Seems so. Shame.”

“Not much blood for the both of us in such a fragile body…”

“We will have to wait then…”

“And when she wakes up…”

“…the real fun will begin.”

anonymous asked:

Thanks for all your tech posts! They are so clear and easy to read for newbies like me! I read on a forum that "Her (Medvedeva) and Shoma both have the hardest transitions going into their loops (3L and 4L) of the field.", is that true? While I think Zhenia does her loop from a rocker (?), what does Shoma do that makes his transitions into it the hardest? I can't see it :(

You’re very welcome and I can’t tell you how glad I am every time I meet a new fan who is interested in tech talks! I’m afraid I won’t be able to make this answer very easy to read though, because it does require some getting into the weeds with the technical. After you read it through, do let me know if there’s any point you want me to elaborate on.

Ladies first, let’s have a look at Janny’s entry into her triple loop. Here’s how she did it in her SP:

The moves she used were: counter right back outside to right forward outside >>> change of edge to right forward inside (plus change of curve from clockwise to counterclockwise) >>> three-turn right forward inside to right back outside >>> jump. Btw it’s a counter and not a rocker as you thought because she entered the turn on a counterclockwise curve, then made the turn in a clockwise direction - counter to the entry, as you can see in that slow mo on the right (don’t worry though, these two turns are pretty easy to confuse). Overall It’s an intricate, well-planned and well-executed entry: all turns were done on the same foot, the curves of the counter were distinguishable, bonus point for arm movements and bonus point for good speed. Only complaint I could think of is that she should have exited the counter on a deeper outside edge. As it was, there was a point when her edge was almost flat. If that counter were done in a step sequence I’m not sure Janny would have got the credit for it. Still, on the whole I’d say yes, it is true that what Janny did was the most difficult triple loop entry we had last season. If I were a judge I’d have given that entry both GOE bullet 1 and 2.

1. Unexpected / creative / difficult entry
2. Clear recognizable (creative, interesting, original for jump preceded by steps/movements of the Short Program) steps/free skating movements immediately preceding element

Now let’s check out Shoma’s entry into his quad loop. Here’s how he did it in his FS:

The steps he used were: crossover >>> rocker right back outside to right forward outside >>> mohawk to right back outside >>> jump. It is a tough entry, since it includes a rocker, which is ISU-classified as a difficult turn. Same as with Janny’s counter though, I would prefer to see that rocker exited on a deeper outside edge. Also I wish he had kept his free leg a bit further off the ice. Because of the relatively flat edge and the low free leg, again I’m not sure if Shoma would have got the credit for that rocker had it been done in a step sequence (which probably also explained why you couldn’t identify it). One more thing I need to point out is that I call Shoma’s step before the jump a mohawk for lack of a better name. Technically a mohawk is supposed to involve a transfer of weight from one foot to another, which didn’t happen here, since Shoma kept most of his weight on his right foot. Neither was it a three-turn though, because both of his feet were on the ice, and three-turns are supposed to be done entirely on one foot (like how Janny did hers). If I were a judge I would think twice before giving Shoma’s entry GOE bullet 1 and would not give it bullet 2. 

Is what Shoma did the most difficult quad loop entry we had in the men’s field last season? Well, in Janny’s case it’s impractical for me to show you all other ladies’ tripe loop entries so you just have to take my word that it’s indeed the most difficult. Fortunately, in Shoma’s case, things are a lot simpler. Aside from Shoma, there is only one other male skater who is currently attempting quad loops in competition, so let’s have a look at that person’s quad loop entry for comparison:

SP entry: chasse >>> spread eagle >>> cross roll >>> change of foot >>> jump. FS entry: chasse >>> mohawk >>> change of edge >>> cross roll >>> jump. (You can read more about his quad loop entries in @chibura‘s super in-depth posts: here for the SP and here for the FS)

I am, obviously, a die-hard Yuzuru fan, so I would refrain from voicing my opinion as to which entry is more complicated, his or Shoma’s, as whatever I say here would undoubtedly come out sounding biased. I will leave it to you to form your own opinion :) 

If you want some official reference, here are how those jumps were scored in GOEs (take these with a grain of salt though because GOEs are awarded based on more than just jump entry): Janny: +2.00 (+1.40 after SOV conversion), Shoma: +1.43, Yuzu +2.43 (both jumps). You can also check out their Transitions PCSs (again, keep in mind that this score is given on the program as a whole and their loop entry is just one part): Janny 9.04, Shoma 9.21, Yuzu 9.21 (SP) and 9.46 (FS). Those are all from the same event, World Championships 2017.

anonymous asked:

fic request: robert and joseph shamelessly flirting.

 Ask and you shall receive! Hope your don’t mind the slight Robert/Joseph/Mary!

               “Mary, Mary, quite contrary.”

               Some would say it takes balls of steel or a lack of a moral compass to hit on your best friend’s husband. For Robert, it just took a fifth of jack and opportunity. Like Mary’s birthday party. Chris was nowhere to be seen, but that wasn’t surprising. Probably upstairs watching youtube. Christian and Christina were reciting a poem for their mother who seemed more interested in the blackberry wine she was drinking that the creepy little “present”… and Chrish… well… actually, where was Chrish?

               Robert looked around for the little rugrat and spotted him through the door to the kitchen, sitting on the floor covered in cake they hadn’t cut yet. Good kid. Good kid.

               Better yet, he spotted Joseph smiling with concern at the recitation and grinned before walking over and standing halfway behind him. “You know, the poem’s about Mary, the Queen of Scots,” he said matter-of-factly, making Joseph jump. God. You’d like he’d get used to it by now.

               “How does your garden grow?”

               “Oh stop with your stories,” Joseph muttered, but he had that smile on his face that told Robert to keep going.

               So he did.

               “Of course, the garden is her reign over her Scotland. Though, she didn’t do much ruling. She’s was like, six days old when she was made queen and sent off to France to learn how to spread her legs for a king,” he explained with a shrug. Joseph was turned towards him now, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “She wasn’t all that good at it seeing as he died a year later and they didn’t have any kids.”

               “With silver bells, and cockle shells,”

               Robert snorted a bit and smirked at Joseph with waggling brows. “Silver bells are the Catholic church, of course.  They always loved her and claimed she was the true Queen of England and Scotland. As for cockle shells- “ he licked his lips and looked Joseph over tellingly, “it’s a play on the word cuckhold because it’s rumored her second husband… well… he preferred men.”

               Joseph colored and looked at his kids again. They were so little. Of course they wouldn’t know a thing like that! Hopefully they never would. He dipped his head as turned to escape into the kitchen. No. No. That was over! He was better now. He had to be better for his family.

               “And pretty maids all in a row!”

           Robert caught Mary’s eyes. She had that look like she knew he was up to something. All he could do was smile and wink at her before slinking off into the kitchen after Joseph who was now fussing over Chrish and trying to wash him up in the sink.

           “I take it you didn’t like my story?” Robert asked innocent and leaned against the counter beside the sink.

           Joseph looked over with red cheeks and pursed lips before shaking his head and focusing on getting Chrish clean. “Do I ever like your stories? No. But you tell them anyway.”

           “Oh, no!” Robert laughed and shook his head. “You’re the only one who’s got a problem with this, you know. Mary and I don’t mind sharing. What are friends for, after all?”

           “Then how about you bother her with your stories,” Joseph suggested tersely. Then after a moment his good Christian morals seemed to get the better of him and his bristles deflated. “You know I don’t want the kids to find out. It would ruin their lives.”

           Robert rolled his eyes and took Chrish from Joseph’s hands to set the baby down on the floor. His clothes had been taken off but he was wearing a diaper so he should be good. Chrish happily toddled out of the room to where the party was going. Robert used this as his chance to lock his arms on either side of Joseph, capturing him between himself and the counter. Joseph ducked his head and smiled despite him.

           “Stop that. Anyone could come in,” Joseph complained. But Robert translated that roughly to ‘Kiss me, please, dear god, just kiss me’ and he always did the lord’s work. He pressed scratchy kiss to Joseph’s neck and felt the other melt against him.

           Joseph’s arms snaked around Robert’s neck, holding him close as he sighed and closed his eyes like his sins would disappear if he didn’t look at them. “You always do this to me. It’s Mary’s birthday. Shouldn’t you be seducing her?”

           Robert laughed against his skin and pulled back just enough to kiss Joseph’s mouth as one hand pushed roughly through his perfect blonde hair. He broke it again, this time to say, “who’s to say I can’t have both? Done it before.” He reminded him with hot breath rushing over his face. “What do you say? Wanna give Mary a birthday present tonight?”

           Joseph stared for a moment before smiling again. “God forgive me, for I’m about to sin,” he said before pulling Robert close again and crushing their mouths together.

           If anyone saw them? Well, at least they didn’t say anything.

Révéler à trois - Ch 1

(The Boy I Love - AO3)

It was one of those quiet evenings in Paris when the two super heroes found themselves sitting side by side atop Notre Dame. Patrols were rarely eventful but always useful. If there was no other reason, it was good for team building.

“So I’ve been thinking,” Cat Noir said after a lull in their conversation. Ladybug tilted her head to glance at her partner and let him know he had her attention. “I want to reveal my identity to my boyfriend.”

Ladybug turned so she was facing him completely now. “You guys are that serious now, hu?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” the cat-themed super hero said with a self conscious chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck. “We started off as best friends as I’ve told you before and he’s just… He’s really great and I don’t want to ruin things, and… yeah.”

Ladybug tried to suppress the grin bubbling up as she watched her partner gush, not for the first time, about his boyfriend. She couldn’t squash it down completely so her lip quivered with a smirk. “And if I said I thought this was a bad idea, you’d do it anyways?”

Somehow, his smile brightened more. “My Lady, while I would always take what you say into consideration, on this I would disagree if you suggested I don’t. Thank you for believing in me in this.”

Ladybug chuckled, amused he saw right through her polite wording to her heart where she was admiring her friend. She was very happy for him, even if a small part of her was a little jealous.

“However, before I tell him,” Cat Noir continued, “I want us to reveal to each other.”

Ladybug’s eyes went big. It had been a long while since they discussed keeping their identities a secret. While on one hand she didn’t think the danger in doing so wasn’t still very much real, on the other hand she did want to know who her long time partner was, and if he was going to expose a civilian too, maybe it was time to just deal with those new challenges head on. “I’d like that, too. And maybe… Someday I’ll have someone I want to share with too.”

Cat Noir lifted an eyebrow as he adjusted his position so he could rest his chin on one knee. “Has someone new caught Lady Luck’s eye?”

There was a deep sigh on her part. “Not someone new.”

“I thought your crush got himself a boyfriend. Has that changed?” He inquired with curiosity.

Ladybug shook her head. “No they’re still together. No, I’m not trying to split them up or anything. Quite the opposite! Um, the boyfriend, he, well we’ve known each other a long time. So I never really thought of him like, well, and then, the crush happened, and I even found out before they were together that the boyfriend, he had a thing for me for a while too before… Well that’s a long story,” she took a deep breath before quickly continuing. “I think I really like them both a lot and it’s a long shot and maybe a little crazy but I would really like to be their girlfriend, both of them, you know, like together?”

“Oh, oh!” Cat Noir said, lowering his leg as he finally understood what she was implying. “Wow, I bet they’d be flattered at the very least. I mean I know, um,” Cat Noir cleared his throat, “I don’t know how to try for that sort of relationship, but you should go for it. Try at least. I’m rooting for you.”

“Thank you,” she told him with much sincerity. The whole topic was a bit stressful for both of them as Cat Noir sagged a bit in relief before taking both her hands, giving them a reassuring squeeze.  She returned it with a smile. “When do you want to… I mean, I guess we could do it now, but….”

Sensitive and sensible as always, he shook his head. “I think you need a little time to wrap your head around this. I did just spring this on you after all, Bugaboo.  How about this,” and he jumped up, dragging her to stand with him. “Let’s make a date of it!”

“A date?” Ladybug blinked, a little surprised.

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Haikyuu!! Chapter 248: Disparity

Whoa Haikyuu’s new chapter is already up!

The title and the first page is pretty disheartening. 

Oddly though, Furudate-sensei does not let us linger too much with giving us side stories. Is that on purpose? For what purpose though? Not to let our hopes up? Or not to let us worry? Who knows? I’ll just get myself prepared for either outcome.


Karasuno in their ORANGE AWAY UNIFORM!!!! (willingly gets distracted anyway)

Hopefully in the next chapter we have the lineup of the team in their orange glory, there aren’t enough of them all in this chapter. Though personally I still like Nekoma’s away uniform (cough Kuroo in white cough) XDD

PFFT, Hinata is a mandarin. For once, Kageyama’s nickname is spot on. But this chapter really, really makes me happy with so many first-years’ interaction, and in the most interesting combinations. Basically though, Hinata has successfully befriended all first years of the team, even Tsukishima. While Kageyama doesn’t speak much, he chooses to stay around his fellow first years. I cannot help grinning as I’m writing this and looking at those panels. Karasuno’s future look so bright with these four.

Ryuu! Kanoka! (RyuuKano? KanoRyuu? RyuNoka? TaNoka?) I’m rooting for you both!!! Young Ryuu and Kanoka are so adorable. So are their older selves. That’s such a good, healthy relationship there. (EnnoTana is still my guilty pleasure though ahahaha)

Is it just me or does she look a lot like Goshiki? Though I want to give her a high five for being such a good wingwoman for her friend.

This panel really, really excites me.

Is that a foreshadowing? I did mention that now Hinata has seen the actual jump, he has a better idea how to do the jump. He nearly does with Kageyama’s lackluster’s description (the pitiful use onomatopoeia or so what Hinata said, his dry, unimpressed tone really sticks).

This exchange is interesting. Miya purposefully approaches Kageyama and then makes a jab to Hinata. I think he recognizes Hinata as Kageyama’s partner. He is wary of Kageyama, so naturally he is also wary of Hinata, and wants to nip them in the bud, if possible. But nope, it doesn’t look like it works. Somehow Miya reminds me more of Oikawa than Kuroo. With more arrogance though. I might be reading it wrong.

Good job defending your BFF (or BF, whatever your pick), Kageyama! Really, I think there’s no one else has as much regard to Hinata as Kageyama. I imagine he already has a high standard in the beginning, and yet Hinata manages to meet it. He moves it higher, and Hinata still meets it. Somewhere along the way, he stops putting limit on Hinata.

Lastly, poor Daichi. I cackle at the last face he makes. Keishin makes such a rare expression too.

While I know that Karasuno’s dealing with a tough opponent, looking tougher than Shiratorizawa especially, but seeing so many of the starters (Daichi, Tanaka, Noya, Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima) calm and unaffected (with nervous Asahi, which means business as usual for Karasuno) does work wonders. So we’ll just wait and see?

Lost and Found (Part 6)

Prompt: Imagine finding a lost dog, but it’s not just anyone’s lost dog. Who will show up at your door to claim the pup?

Warnings: maybe language, lost dog…Sexual innuendos/adult content

Word Count: 2319

Note: My precious doggie went missing on 6/10 and no one has spotted her or turned her in to the local shelters or anything. I miss her so much, but it inspired this fic. Texts are in italics. Thanks to my darling beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

Tags: @amarvelouswritings @blackwidow-romanoff @cocosierra94 @firstgal34 @harleyquinnandscarletwitch @sebstan01 @camigt1999 @elleatrixlestrange @bittersweetunicorm


The next day at work, you were greeted with more flowers and a mug that said, “This is holding my super power.”

You laughed hysterically when you saw it and sent him a text thanking him for it. He’d already been texting you all morning. You two seemed to really be hitting it off and it was an amazing feeling for you. You weren’t sure what to do or how to take it. But you just went with it, not wanting to make the first move and ruin everything.

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“Thought I really lost you that time, Blondie.”

She scoffed, dabbing her fingers at the fresh bandage around her head as she watched him do the same to the arm that wasn’t held in a sling. “Says the guy with a broken arm and a gash along the other. If you ask me, between the two of us, I should be saying that to you.”

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Dark Angel - Captain Boomerang (SMUT WARNING)

Read this on AO3 here.
Word Count: 2243
This was requested by the lovely @emo-kitty-love! I have finally finished lmao, so sorry it took so long but we got there in the end and I really hope you like it! I got a little carried away with the beginning and middle part so it is a lot longer than I expected :) enjoy! 

I sat on the floor of my cell, staring at the dark wall opposite me. The woman who had me incarcerated was smart - she made sure that I was to be imprisoned in a cell that could not be penetrated by magic or other means. I moved my hand around the red ball of energy in front of my face, I launched it towards the hefty door and for the umpteenth time - nothing happened. I sighed loudly and sat back. Out of nowhere, someone in the cell beside mine giggled. Great, so I’m stuck in a cell that can’t be penetrated by magic but the person beside me can hear everything?

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anonymous asked:

Antiope's sacrifice really was unnecessary though .. that bullet wouldn't have killed Diana bc she is a god & only a god can kill a god. Antiope knows this, yet she still jumps in front of the bullet, making her death unnecessary

It was an effective way to tell the story tho, her death felt impactful for Diana and it gave her drive to leave, how many times have we seen other heroes lose family members to drive them forward. I feel like u all are forgetting that what Patty did was apply tropes often used for male heroes to Diana, and it was effective, it was powerful to see Diana lose someone so close to her, and it drove the story forward, on that same scene we got our first hint that Diana was the God killer.

Also, Antiope knows that Diana can’t be killed but she CAN be harmed, and they don’t know what a gun is, Antiope didn’t want to see her hurt.

I feel like u all forget this is a STORY, the story has to make sense but it’s also supposed to make us feel something, our heroes lose people, and Diana got her first glimpse at this on that beach.

in this fic: Tiz and Agnès badly fail at impulse control.

Past dusk was when Tiz and Agnès finally made their way back to Caldisla’s inn, where they were staying for the last night, but Karl was not surprised by this. With Tiz having helped save the world again, and Agnès having been involved in talks with the king of Caldisla, and their friends setting off for Eternia on the way to their own homes, he imagined they had plenty keeping themselves busy.

But his eyebrows did rise at seeing the two of them walk in with linked hands and a slow gait, the pair constantly looking at each other and only occasionally at where they were going. Between both of them they were avoiding any mishaps, but they weren’t avoiding painting a very open picture of intimacy. Perhaps they had distracted each other from turning in sooner, Karl thought, and cleared his throat to get their attention. They nearly jumped; Karl’s mouth twitched as he fought not to smile at how absorbed they’d been. “…Do you two want dinner? There’s still leftovers.”

“Thank you, Karl. That would be wonderful,” Agnès said, beaming, but Tiz…

Tiz looked once at Karl, and then seemed to get embarrassed, ducking his gaze. The old innkeeper wrinkled his brow. That was a strange reaction. Well, he knew the lad could be easily flustered sometimes. Perhaps he had become embarrassed to realize his feelings were on display.

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Feel Human

A finished Harley and Ivy fic commissioned by @bakapikananoda

If you’re interested in commissioning me, check out my guidelines here: [LINK]

Was that a knock at the door? Against the howling wind of the storm outside her home, Ivy wasn’t sure, and, frankly, she didn’t much care to find out. It had taken her hours to settle into bed; tossing, turning, getting up and pouring multiple glasses of Schnapps, all routine parts of her nightly ritual, the keys to finally passing out. Most days, it seemed no matter how long she stayed awake, she couldn’t get to sleep naturally.

           Being alone never used to do that to her, make silence louder than the sounds of her greenhouse singing of their love for her. She was beginning to realize that Harley was capable of anything.

           Especially surprising her.

           “Oh good, ya here!” Harley smiled weakly. She was soaked to the bone, nothing on her person but the clothes on her back—a shirt two sizes too big for her, shorts obviously cut from old jeans, the pockets peeking out of the frayed edges. “M-Missed you.”

           Ivy closed her eyes, her nails digging into where she clenched the edge of the door in her hand.

           “Why are you here, Harl?”

           “C’mon, that a tone to use at ya best gal?”

           “Best?” Ivy scoffed. “When have I ever been your best anything, Harley? Get real.”

           “Wait!” Harley leaned to the side, to keep up with Ivy closing the door, but was too late. Ivy had managed to shut it despite the raging pain in her heart. “Ya can’t just leave me out here; it’s raining!”

           How dare she? Again and again, she always came back. Picking, plucking, yanking, stealing, and devouring everything Ivy had in her. She could put up fences and set traps or chase her away in person, but Harley would always come back, and soon her gardens would be ravaged, nothing left over.

           Because she didn’t have the strength to end things for good.

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The Proposal

Summary: The day of the interviews comes. More people find out about the engagement.

Chapter: 4/?

Word Count: 4321

Tagging: @wrongshipper @releaseurinhibitions @scu11y22 @lovelycssefan @pleasantfanandstudent @sakura-blossom62

For those who are visual people like me, here are Felicity’s outfits:

Interview | Club | Special Secret Surprise Something


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Where'd We Go Wrong part.3 -George Weasley Imagine (requested)

Request: PART 3!!!

( and the million other part 3 request i got!)


George Weasley’s pov-

Everything felt frozen in time. It was like nothing mattered anymore… expect her. Y/n. My throat dried, my heart tripled its pace, my palms started to shake with nerves, and my mind was scattered like an unsolved puzzle. No pieces fit right and I couldn’t detect the outcome. 

Y/n presented herself as shocked as me. A harsh elbow jabbed itself into my side without a warning causing a loud yelp to sound from my end. Distancing my attention from y/n’s flustered self much to my inner protest, I turned my head giving Fred a stony glare. 

“What!” Now was not exactly the time for my focus to be on anything but the girl of my dreams… the one I hurt… the girl I desperately needed to fix…. the girl I was in love with more than the number of stars in the night sky. Fred raised his slim eyebrow nodding over to y/n. I reminded frozen in front of her table where Fred had been previously sitting. I had not a single clue of what to do.

 "Go talk to her… please. I know how much you miss her and believe she misses you too.“ Fred spoke softly with wise advise but I still couldn’t comprehend a word of apology to say. 

All the things I had been practicing to say to her, in case I ever was to run into her, which was more than anything likely, was all stuck on the tip of my tongue like a wall was holding it all back.

 "Why don’t you come sit down George!” Ginny mused, patting the open chair beside her. I shook my head lightly, taking in y/n’s uncomfortable posture as she shifted back and forth clearly avoiding direct eye contact. 

 "George Gideon Weasley… sit down right now.“ Venom laced every word Ginny spit dangerously locking her dark eyes with my own. "O-okay.” I felt pathetic. Everyone knew exactly what went down between y/n and I. 

Our relationship didn’t have the slightest bit of privacy when all of out friends were as close as they are. Hesitantly, I threw my leg over the side of the wooden sturdy bench, then lifted my other leg, lowering myself down to a stationary position directly across from y/n’s line of sight. Dammit Ginny. 

 The table remind so quiet I feared the whole group could read my thoughts and sense my eagerness to leave before I said the wrong thing. Ron cleared his throat loudly and excused himself from the table stating he had to “work on homework”. It would have been a more believable statement if they rest of the group hadn’t rushed after him using the same silly excuse. 

 Soon enough, y/n and I were left to ourselves with a tension as thick as the fog that covered the school grounds every October night. Lost for words and actions, I decided the best thing to do was try to start a conversation. “So… y/n, how are you? You look absolutely lovely." 

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Y/n wanted nothing more than to scoff at George’s remark, assuming it was a punch of sarcasm. But as she drew her eyes up from the empty plate her fingers were tracing, she realized he was being dead serious. Y/n began to grow self conscious and reached her hand up to feel the ends of her ratty dirty hair that she had thrown up in a careless pony. 

She was now regretting not taking time to ready herself and assumed George was probably trying to be nice and pitied her. "Thanks but uh, you don’t have to lie its fine. I’m aware I look like crap-” George jumped in quickly and shook his head.

 "No, no! You really don’t! Maybe a little… tired? But honestly you look beautiful.“ A crimson red flushed y/n’s cheeks. Oh how she had missed his sweet words. Erasing all their conversations from her mind was more than impossible. Y/n couldn’t allow herself to forget all the good times they had shared and she wanted to make new ones.

She really did. Though something inside of her kept we from doing so. It kept her from running into his arms a day after their argument. It kept her from writing to him to meet up with her or relaying the message through their friends so they two could work their differences out and seek the truth. And out of all this, y/n still had no idea what it was that was holding her back. 

"That’s sweet of you, George.” The strain of distance shone straight through her. George knew she was still upset about the incidence, he knew he would be too if the roles were reversed. He wanted her to know he hadn’t meant a word he said to her that night but he just couldn’t find the right ones to explain it. 

“So… what have you been up to lately? Anything new?” The cluster of students eating in the Great Hall was significantly low in size and George was thankful for this. It gave him a better opportunity to actually have a conversation with y/n instead of just shouting over loud voices. Y/n on the other hand was praying for a crowd of rowdy students to enter. 

She wanted the ear bleeding talkers to enter and to ruin their conversation. She wanted some nosy and annoying students to come up and question them so she could find a way to escape and retreat back to the comforts of her own dorm. Of course then she would have to explain to Ginny and the others why she was without a certain red head but she didn’t mind. 

It was molded into y/n’s mind just how badly she wanted George back as her own and she couldn’t have that happen. Although it was hard to deny how nice it was to have him sitting in front of her looking as sloppy as ever. The thought alone pleased y/n in a twisted way. 

Oddly enough she was happy to see the break up was a struggle for him too. At least then she knew what they had was real. Her worst fear was that a week later George would be hooking up with Angelina but apparently he really hadn’t been. That part stung. It wasn’t that y/n wanted them to be snogging each other behind her back, but that was also one of the main reasons she had George got into such a heated argument. 

Y/n was wrong about the whole thing and her pride was what was holding her back from apologizing. She didn’t care anymore about him missing the date or not spending enough time with her. Y/n knew that George was affected greatly from their split as she examined his distraught self sitting in front of her eyes. 

“No not a thing really. I’ve been a little ill these past few days. I reckon it’s the flu but you never know.” George nodded his head hanging onto her every word. He was truly concerned that she coming down with something and only wanted the best for her. 

“Oh no that’s terrible! Have you talked to Madam-" 

"Yes. Hermione took me down to see her yesterday. She predicted the same thing… or maybe just a small bug but nothing to worry about. Listen I’m not too feeling good right now so I think I’ll just go up to my room and sleep it off. Good seeing you George.”

 Giving a wave of her hand, y/n darted out of the dinning hall and around the corner heading for the nearest stair case and quickest way to the dorm room so she could go sit alone and cry some more. Rounding the sharp wall, a hand wrapped itself around her upper arm pulling her back to a halt. Y/n didn’t have to look back to know it was George who held a grip on her. 

“Y/n darling, please just listen to me! That’s all. You don’t even have to agree or care about what I say but just please hear me out.”

 "George I really don’t have time-“ "Please… if you don’t want to see me ever again, I won’t bother you. That is only if you listen to me, only five minutes, love.” The pet names had a certain way with her heart. Whenever George called her; darling, love, babe, hun, etc. it just drove her bonkers. In a good way that is. 

They sped up her heart and made her weak in the knees with the simplest words. Y/n found herself falling for him again and she couldn’t find the emergency break to stop herself. Drawing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she nodded solemnly and folded her arms prepared to listen with an open mind. 

“Thank you, sweetheart. I just want you to know how much I love you. I truly do. And these past few weeks without you have been like hell and back in a never ending cycle. I kept thinking about that time… I think it was last winter. I had taken you out to Zonko’s during the Hogsmeade trip and do you remember what I did?" 

A soft chuckle slipped through his words as he shot y/n a questioning glance followed by a goofy grin. She shook her head ‘yes’ knowing the exact situation he was explaining and covered her mouth to prevent a cute giggle from spilling out. 

"I ,uh, knock over the love potion display and made Lee Jordan accidentally fall in love with you. And the whole week he kept pestering you and showering you with hugs and gift and it was driving me mad! I ignored him for a whole week and wouldn’t let him near you! But then you asked me if I trusted you. I mean of course I said yes because why wouldn’t I trust you? There would be no logical answer for that. And do you remember what you said back?” The hallway was empty much to y/n’s luck. Her throat was closing in on her and she knew any second a water work of tears would flow freely. 

 "I told you… I told you that there was no reason to worry about Lee and I because you’re the only one for me. The only person I could trust to hold my life in their hands and not put it in jeopardy. The only person I knew well enough to care for me no matter where life might take us. The only one I could ever allow my heart to belong to… my George Weasley.“ Tears trickled down her rosy cheeks as George stepped forward and swiped his thumb along her delicate skin carefully blocking off the salty tears from traveling any farther. 

Leaning forward with caution, George placed his lips as lightly as a feather against her forehead, wrapping his arms around her waist. Y/n leaned her head directly on his chest clearly tired of the bickering and ignoring each other. She was desperate for the both of them just to make up and move on to bigger and better things. She knew their relationship was too good to have ended over a stupid fight. 

George cut the silence short and sighed softly, "Y/n there’s something you need to know and hear from me. I’m being one hundred percent honest with you when I say I never, not even once, ever hooked up with Angelina. I swear on my life I wasn’t doing anything with her. I wasn’t seeing her behind your back or anything. You’re my one and only, I would never abuse you’re trust and loyalty. I love you more than life itself.” He confessed truthfully diverting his eyes back into her own which twinkled with her glistening tears. 

She nodded quickly, reaching up on her tippy toes to take his face in between her hands. Glancing down at his plump lips, y/n wasted no time before interlocking her glossy lips upon his in a loving fashion. George gasped softly although reacted in a record breaking time as he moved his lips in sync with hers. His hands squeezed her sides gently while she locked her hands as one around his neck. 

Pulling back in order to catch a breath, the two love birds lent forward resting their foreheads against the others grinning like fools. “I believe you, Georgie. It was stupid for me to even doubt you. I love you more than you could imagine and I’m so so so sorry for being so rude to you.” The tears of sadness had ceased and were replaced with those of happiness. 

George traced his fingertips along her hips drawing small patterns as he smiled down at her, “I don’t think that’s possible because I love you far more than you could ever imagine my darling." 

 From behind the staircase; Ron, Ginny, Fred, Harry and Hermione all peeked their heads around the stone wall with a pleased smile looking at the happy couple. Fred reached his hand around his younger brother only to high five his little sister. 

Ginny grinned returning the high five to her brother and spoke softly, "Well I guess it worked then. They should be thankful they have us or they’d both still be stuck in their rooms drowning in ice cream and tears.” A chain of laughter followed. “You’ve got that right, little one. Let’s just hope we don’t ever have to do this again." 

 -Daizy 💗

  1. “I came back for you” is putting pressure on Maddie by having Diggie basically say ‘I threw away my last two months in Australia to come get you back’ and making her at fault for Diggie making his own bad choices.
  2. Maddie told Diggie she needed time before she was ready to talk to him, but he continues to try and force her to talk before she’s had time to sort out her feelings.
  3. Diggie asks Joey to bring him to a wedding where he knows that Maddie is on a date with her boyfriend (which she seems really happy on until Diggie’s there to make it uncomfortable.)
  5. Diggie makes a big, public display in front of everyone, so basically all eyes are on Maddie and expecting her to reciprocate because he did this ‘romantic nice thing’ EVEN THOUGH SHE IS SOMEONE ELSE’S.
  6. Liv jumps to the conclusion that Maddie must still have feelings for Diggie and pushes her to ignore the ‘let the universe decide’ mentality that she’s chosen for herself.  Maddie says how Diggie is showing up and making things weird for her (BECAUSE HE IS, HE ISN’T JUST TRYING TO BE HER FRIEND, HE’S PUSHING HER TO DUMP HER BOYFRIEND INSTANTLY FOR HIM???), and Liv’s like OMG IT’S WEIRD BECAUSE FEELINGS! No one gives Maddie a chance to say that for herself, they all put the words in her mouth so then she agrees with them after. 
  7. Honestly even Josh pushes her towards it because his jealousy and insecurity made him say that she’s never looked at him the way she’s looking at Diggie. Um, duh? She and Diggie have history but that doesn’t mean that Diggie is her future. But Josh is basically about to break up with her to explore her feelings anyway, so what else is she supposed to do then? 
  8. Liv literally decides it for her after he sees ONE friendly moment between Diggie and Maddie? She meddles and makes Diggie be the one to sing instead of her, instead of letting Maddie have a private moment to collect her own thoughts.  Also Diggie’s going to leave and Liv forces him to stay??? COME ON WOMAN. Maddie’s clearly unhappy about how public this all is. 

I used to really love Miggie but I’m SO UNHAPPY with the way they went about their reunion, and these last two episodes breaking up really cute, healthy couples in Liv/Holden and Maddie/Josh has really destroyed my faith in Liv and Maddie. 

Other miscellaneous thoughts: 

  • This Miggie “turning point” scene where they’re just throwing rolls together feels much more like a bromance than it feels like rekindling a romance. 
  • When Artie thinks something is right, then it’s clearly wrong. Also Joey. Why would the writing team try to convince us that something that Joey and Artie love is the best thing?
  • I’ve never understood why Parker calls people Munch.
  • I seriously am frustrated by the fact that they conveniently decided to incorporate Ryan’s singing talent into the show almost 3 full seasons later. Like, you’ve done such a good job of making them characters that are so different from themselves, but suddenly when it’s convenient Diggie’s secretly a musician too? BOGUS.
  • I’m so mad they took my favorite song off the Liv and Maddie Sountrack and ruined it by making it a part of this Miggie storyline. 
  • It REALLY irks me that Maddie would break up with Josh one second and then publicly kiss Diggie while he’s still there the next. Like she looks so sad about losing Josh or at least about hurting him and the next second she’s happy and kissing Diggie? At least wait out of respect for Josh, since he was supposed to be there and Diggie wasn’t.
  • Are they writing Josh off? There was that throwaway line about how Garrison shouldn’t get hurt in the finale and the writer lady was like ‘Whatever you need to tell yourself.’
  • Is Ryan even going to be around anymore? Why get Miggie back together just to have Ryan too busy to be Diggie anyway? 

Bad decisions all around. I just want to go back to the perfection that was ‘Home Run-A-Rooney’ and live off the high of that episode forever.