i am so so proud of how the colouring turned out for this one

Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”


“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”


“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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Punish me (Smut)
I did a thing. I figured it to be best if this was EXO member optional, since with this storyline you could end up with any EXO member really. God forgive me for I have sinned. 

Pairing: EXO member x Reader (You will have to choose one at a certain point, or read it nine times)

Genre: Smut

Edit: Apparently the first part can be classified under ‘humour’. My sister read this and she was laughing her ass off? I did not intend for this to happen but yeah… If it’s the same for you, enjoy.

Word count: 4670 words

Warning: Phone sex, Oral sex, explicit language.

Punish me:

“No, I’m not a free phone sex service!” I shout annoyed through my mobile and immediately cut the call, throwing my mobile onto the kitchen counter. Once, just once, I had been spotted in public with the members of EXO and that was the result; forty calls a day that begin with either “What are you wearing?” or “Tell me how wet you are”.

My mother is the fixed cleaning lady for the Exo dorm, but she broke her leg a few weeks ago. In agreement with SM, I replace her until she gets better. It is summer holiday and that way I don’t need to search for a summer job.

The guys from EXO are my age, so of course the relationship between EXO and me is different than the relationship my mom has with them. Whilst my mom is more a motherly figure, I am more of a friend. That’s why a few days ago, they asked me to go out for dinner with them.

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We Are Young: Chapter 3

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Elide sat perched on the footsteps of the house. The morning sun beamed down on her, the sky a crystal blue. A light breeze picked up, blowing around her hair as she pulled her jacket tighter around her. They were only a week or so into October, and the wind definitely held that harsh, autumn bite. But today, it was chillier than normal. She’d definitely be warmer if she were to just wait inside. But being inside would mean a higher chance of seeing her uncle. And she wasn’t in the mood to start her day off by having a lovely chat with Uncle Vernon. Especially on game day.

After going through her normal, quiet routine of getting ready for school, Elide had made her way downstairs. She prayed to every god she knew that it would be one of those mornings where her uncle was passed out. Thankfully, her prayers were answered.

When she made it to the living room, she found Uncle Vernon asleep on the couch. A half empty bottle was clenched in his hand as he snored loudly. Not wanting to risk waking him and getting yelled at this early, Elide went outside. Which is how she found herself sitting on the front steps of her parents’ old home.

She didn’t remember them well, her parents. They died when she was young. She grew up with her Uncle, who was always a cold evil bastard. But when his business burned down years ago and he last basically everything, that’s when the drinking started and things got worse…

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I have a lot of feelings about this headcanon and I really need to talk to you about this. Okay? Okay, good.

We all know that the metamorphmagus gene is in the Black bloodline, right? I mean after all Tonks was a metamorphmagus and her dad was a muggle, therefore she had to inherit the gene from Andromeda, who’s a Black.

Now, what if DRACO had inherited the gene?



Originally posted by hellagr8m8

((tagging some drarry squad members! @mxlfoydraco @svlvzvr @julietsemophase @sectumsemprat @pretentious-git @shewhomustnotbenamed @themalfoymanner @drarryismylife101 @drarrylocked @potionbooksandcookies @fangirl383 @hvlf-blood-bitch @actuallydrarry @harpyholyheads @theultimateslytherin))

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Look At Me - Request

Summary: Dean is on the phone and reader wants his attention so she makes him hang up to the person he’s talking to.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word count: 1.946

Warnings: Not much plot, but loads of smut (rough, bit of spanking, bit of teasing, unprotected)

A/N: I turns out, I did have a Dean request among the Sherlock ones and just now I found out. 


Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

A case, a new threat, maybe just someone calling to say hi; it didn’t matter. She wanted attention, and she wanted it in that exact moment. He was at the library, and she was just at the door, preparing herself to get what she wanted.

“Yeah, sure…” Dean replied listlessly to whoever was on the other side of the line. He was writing something on a piece of paper, and (Y/N) didn’t mind to read it. “OK, yeah…” He continued.

(Y/N) took the pen (or was it a pencil?) out of his hand, throwing it behind her back, then she scrunched the piece of paper and threw it away as well, taking its place on the table to sit. Dean watched every move she made with his lips parted and his eyes focused.

“Jody, I will uh… I have to go…” And with that, Dean hanged up the phone.

“That was easier than expected.” She flirted.

“If my girl comes here wearing that… Everything is easy.” Dean whispered.

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Beach Day

Someone sent me a prompt to do a bughead beach day and since I already did a snow day, I thought it would be cute! I had so much fun writing this, its a little longer than I had expected. I always appreciate your replies and comments, so let me know what you think! Much love.

Beach Day:

Jughead and Betty had been on many dates since they’d started dating, but his favourite were probably when they went to the beach.

“Everyone needs to see the ocean, Jug” she’d raised her eyebrows at him, as if her reasoning was the perfect excuse, as she leant back in the seat and lazily gripped the steering wheel.

“Not when they’re supposed to be at school, Betty” he retorted, he was already in enough shit at school, skipping wasn’t going to help him. A smirk crept onto her face, the glint of rebellion that was so uniquely ‘Betty’ shone in her eyes.

“Especially when they’re supposed to be at school, Juggie” she breathed a laugh. “Come on, we’ve both been so stressed out lately. I just wanted to do something nice for us” she spoke more quietly, causing Jughead to avert his gaze from the passing scenery and look at Betty. She was nibbling her bottom lip anxiously, her grip tightening on the steering wheel. His heart sunk suddenly, an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. She thought he was mad at her.

Easily defeated when it came to Betty, Jughead sighed and moved his hand to cover the one closest to him, her knuckles gradually turning white. “Hey, don’t do that” he whispered quietly, all too familiar with how Betty’s hands could cause her harm. He brought her hand away from the steering wheel, interlaced his long, bony fingers with her petite, nimble ones and pulled them to his lips. He placed a tender kiss on the back of her hand, letting them linger there for a moment. From the corner of his eye, he saw Betty’s body physically relax, her posture becoming less rigid as the stress melted away. She moved to rest their woven hands on the console between them as a content smile slipped onto her face.

Jughead cleared his throat, “Well then Betts,” stealing a glance at her still anxious expression, “take me to the beach.” She was right, they needed a break.

But as Jughead watched the excited smile grow on his girlfriend’s face, he observed the vulnerability that glowed behind the surface of her eyes and wondered whether Betty needed to escape more than she let on…

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polymathema  asked:

♖: Soulmates can feel each other’s emotions

One night halfway through Sixth at Ilvermorny, Percival wakes up suddenly. Phantom pain prickles down his spine, a terrible hunger echoes through his bones, and an awful dizzy confusion blankets everything. It isn’t before the sun has risen and his room is dusted in gold that it all recedes, and he’s left with a whisper of contentment, a hot curl of happiness in his belly, and exhaustion that blankets him heavily. His soulmate has been born.

The rest of Sixth is hell, because he keeps falling asleep at the most inopportune moments and his mood swings between cranky and exhausted all the time. His dormmates find it hilarious, and someone gifts him a baby bottle and pacifier for Yule.

Still, the knowledge that his soulmate is just a baby lights a fire beneath him. He will look after them, he will take care of them. It drives him, this innocent child who feels soft emotions; he receives echoes of warmth, of quiet simple happiness, of the peaceful calm of an infant’s sleep. He wants to protect and cherish his soulmate’s gentle innocence, and it’s this drive to protect that turns him to Auror training.

The first time he grew angry, truly angry, after that was when he was nineteen and a brand-new Trainee Auror. Junior Auror Frye, to whom he’s assigned, refuses to listen to him when everything inside him is screaming that the warehouse they’re about to raid isn’t as empty as it seems. “What would you know?” Frye says with a sneer. He’s resentful, because Percival showed him up in front of Director Harkaway earlier that week. Despite Percival’s misgivings, they burst into the warehouse anyway. Trainee Auror Hardewicke is killed, and Junior Auror Frye loses his left eye.

Once the overwhelming fury subsides, he presses his hands into his stomach. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers, as if his soulmate could hear him.

His soulmate’s emotions are indistinct still, childish half-formed things. Percival’s anger and impotent rage has frightened them; he can feel the trembling fear, like a shivering animal trying to hide.

Except this time, unlike the handful of times when his soulmate has felt afraid before, the fear doesn’t reside. It grows stronger. Fear, and confusion, and the very real feeling of loss that builds in his chest until he can’t breathe. He has to take two days leave before he can even get out of bed, and still the awful grief trails him. Something awful has happened to his soulmate, and the impotent rage threatens to consume him again, because he can’t do anything to help the little life he promised to protect.

His soulmate’s childhood passes in this way. The fear slowly gives way to dull acceptance, heavy melancholy, and above all, roiling self-hatred. It grows worse in the evenings, and every Sunday Percival is confined to his bed, hardly daring to breathe in case it nudges the awful knot of pain, terror, and loathing that has settled beneath his breastbone.

It is around this time that his soulmate disappears for hours on end. The first time it happens Percival nearly faints, thinking his soulmate is dead. He is alone in his emotions for the first time in six years. Some hours later, his soulmate returns, exhausted and angry. Percival weeps then, full of fear. Don’t go, don’t go, he tries to beg his soulmate. There is no answer but the habitual sorrow that blankets his soulmate’s every action. The episodes of blankness happen again, and again, and again. He has no idea what they could be.

Percival tries to compensate for his little love’s overwhelming misery. He works himself to the bone, solving case after case, chasing the sensation of righteous justice that flares inside him when the criminals he arrested are declared guilty. He graduates from Auror training with flying colours and fierce pride in his chest.

His soulmate’s tenth birthday arrives and he waits with baited breath for their joy when they receive their Ilvermorny letter. But there is nothing; the usual sadness, shame, and grief echo in the marrow of his bones. For the first time, Percival wonders if he soulmate is a Squib, but resolves that he doesn’t care. He will find his soulmate when they are old enough, and he will give them enough joy to drown out the echoes of this miserable childhood.

He is promoted from Junior Auror to Senior in a handful of years, and savage joy leaps in his chest every time he sits at his own desk to himself in a corner of the bullpen. He hopes his soulmate feels his positive emotions just as keenly as Percival can feel their misery, and so every morning he lingers over the sight of his badge that reads Senior Auror Graves, trying to conjure up the sensation of pride, of joy, of determination.

I am proud of you, he tries to tell his soulmate through his emotions. I will find you. I will make you happy.

The years pass. He doesn’t find his soulmate. The echoed emotions he feels become muted and dull. His soulmate turns seventeen but feels no joy. Percival wishes keenly that he could find them, pepper them with the love they’ve been so starved of their entire life save those blissful early years.

Although his soulmate is now of age, Percival can’t bring himself to partake in the amorous dalliances that are common in unmatched witches and wizards. Even though he no longer has any moral compunctions, he can’t bear to hurt them. He wakes up some nights flushed with a lust that isn’t his own, toes curling and belly clenching for a touch on his cock. The first time he tried to take himself in hand through that dizzying haze, his desire echoing his soulmate’s echoing his, there’s a sudden snap of emotion and clarity before he’s drowning in a sea of horror and disgust, the ever-present shame and loathing growing stronger.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers, winding his arms around his ribs and thinking of love, of forgiveness, of safety. Slowly, his soulmate’s emotions recede, and they fall back to sleep.

Percival gains a reputation among the rest of the Aurors of being utterly unflappable. The truth is that he doesn’t want to make his poor soulmate feel any worse than they already do every day. His insatiable drive to protect, as well as his reputation of having nerves of steel aids him professionally, and at the age of thirty-four, he’s promoted to Director of Magical Security when Director Harkaway retires. He lingers on the feeling of joy for days. His soulmate’s life is devoid of it, otherwise.

He is beginning to lose hope he will ever find his soulmate. He’s not even sure if they’re in the same time zone as he is. Senior Auror Sunbowe’s soulmate was on the other side of the planet before they found one another, and she’s mentioned how she’d feel tired and ready to sleep halfway through the day, and wake up halfway through the night. Percival’s soulmate is weary at all hours.

The only good thing that comes of his imprisonment under Grindelwald is that there is something in his soulmate’s life causing them to feel hope for the first time since those handful of years when he was a teenager. It flutters weakly at his breast like a wounded bird, and Percival hopes fervently that, wherever they are, his soulmate’s awful life is about to get better.

It’s a stupid hope. Their entire life has been nothing but agony and misery. Why should this be any different?

The periods of blankness become longer and more frequent. One night, he is woken from sleep by all-consuming rage and terror so incandescently bright that he manages to break through the seven layers of wards Grindelwald’s wrapped him in, and apparate straight to the office of Seraphine Picquery, where he blessedly loses consciousness.

He wakes up three days later in hospital, Junior Auror Porpentina Goldstein wringing her hands nervously at the foot of his bed. He listens to her explanation with half an ear.

He is once again alone. There is no familiar echo of emotion in his bones, no whisper of sadness inside his skull. His soulmate doesn’t come back to him. Recovery is made longer by the crushing loneliness that dogs his steps and consumes him when the Healers turn the lights off each evening.

It is months before Percival wakes up in the middle of the night, back at his apartment. A steady thrum of quiet emotion trembles at his fingertips. Hope, uncertainty, weariness. He lurches out of bed and opens his front door.

A boy – young man – stands on his doorstep, thin and in need of a haircut, his face all sharp angles and liquid feline eyes. Hope blooms inside Percival’s chest, answered by a hushed thrill and a tremulous smile on the young man’s face.

“Hello,” the young man says.

“Hello,” Percival replies.

NCT 127 reaction to you blushing easily


Anon: Could you do a 127 reactions where their s/o blushes really easily. Like if they catch them staring at them they blush, or like if they do cute couple things their face gets bright red. Thanks ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I hope this is okay anon! I haven’t written for a while and technically I shouldn’t be posting this right now, but oh well lmfao😂Hope you like it anyway! Also thank you for 4k again! Thank u for everything❤️❤️❤️ <3


Originally posted by taeiloves

Taeil would notice your tendency quite quickly and would try to make you blush as much as he could without making it too obvious lmfao ok. He wouldn’t point it out, he wouldn’t tease you about it nor would he try to embarrass you; but very quickly, he’d notice how easy it was to make you blush and what kind of things would start you off. Like Taeyong, it’d make him feel really good in your relationship, as if he was doing something right and it was working. He’d watch you dotingly, a small smile playing on his lips, as you hid your face in your hands and turned beet red. It would get to the point where he literally couldn’t help but make you blush all the time, especially if he starting singing and serenading you. Sometimes, if you were blushing over something like other people telling you how lucky you were to have Taeil as a boyfriend, or how well he could sing basically blushing over other people gushing over Taeil lol idk it I made it clear enough, he’d coo and pinch your cheeks, finding it adorable about how you reacted. It’d also be very confidence-boosting for Taeil that you only blushed at his words and his compliments and his actions, not anyone else’s - he’d feel quite special.


Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

Probably the member to tease you the most about this lmfao johnny y r u so mean :(( jks. He’d laugh and point out your blushing cheeks, asking whether or not they were because of him. It’d only make you blush even harder, covering your face with your hands as you tried to hide your cheeks. He’d mimic your protests and defences, flapping his hands about frantically and putting on a silly voice. He’d tease you and imitate you in the moment, but later on when he’s alone, or in times where you weren’t together because of his schedule, he’d think back to moments like these and appreciate them. Eventually you’d both calm down eventually, him reassuring you that he was only teasing and didn’t mean it. But he’d definitely start bringing it up randomly throughout the rest of the day, just to make you blush and stutter again. Being the big masculine guy he is lmfao who am I kidding?, he wouldn’t tell you, or anyone in fact, this, but he’d really like how you blush easily. Not because it gave him an excuse to tease you, but because it just meant you really really liked loved him, and he’d really appreciate that.


Originally posted by taeyongworld

I’m honestly unsure on how Taeyong would be like in a relationship in the first place. On the one hand, he might be able to confide and trust in his significant other easily, opening up to them and being very affectionate and loving. But I also see him as finding communication in your relationship hard, so sometimes he’d close himself off instinctively and distance himself, unsure of his affections and compliments. So, he might react to an easily-blushy S/O in different ways. He might find it a reassuring sign, something that’d boost his self confidence a bit and make him feel special. He wouldn’t tease you like some of the other members, but if you were around them at the same time and they caught you both blushing, there wouldn’t be an end to their teasing (for both of you too lol). He’d blush along too, biting his lip subconsciously and giggling at you. His other reaction might be that he finds it quite awkward and not really have a reaction. If it were early in your relationship, he’d find it even more awkward, not knowing how to react or what to do or say. It’d look like he didn’t care or didn’t like it, but really, he would - he would just be unsure on how to react without making things awkward or doing something stupid.


Originally posted by taei

He’d spot the colour change your face even before you noticed yourself. Smirking to himself, he’d compliment you just a little bit more, giggling at your hushed thank-you’s and smiles. Eventually, he’d just have to do something to tease you though, leaning down closer to you so his face was only a few inches away. He’d stare at you lovingly, watching as you looked down and your sweaty palms. His hands would cup your cheeks, but quickly retreat as he hissed, blowing cool air on his hands. “Ahhh! Y/N! Why are you cheeks burning so hot? I nearly burnt myself!” He’d tease you playfully, acting as if his hands were actually burnt from touching your skin. You’d gawp back at him, hitting him on his shoulder lightly, rolling your eyes annoyingly but still smiling. He’d laugh, head thrown back, enjoying how you played along and weren’t offended, before bringing you into a tight hug and swaying you from side to side squealing with laughter. His reaction would honestly be so cute and fluffy and he wouldn’t be able to help but fuss and gush over you.


Originally posted by dovounq

At first, Doyoung wouldn’t even realise it was blushing. He’d honestly think you were sick or something, looking at you weirdly when you blushed after literally everything he said. He’d be just telling you how he’s proud of the work you’ve been doing for college, praising your writing and hard work, when you started blushing furiously. Doyoung always had a way with words that made them feel more genuine and sincere than anyone else could. But he’d be oblivious of his effect over you, not thinking that his words could make you feel those kinds of things. Raising an eyebrow suspiciously, he’d stop talking and would place the back of his hand on your forehead to check if you had a fever or were ill. “Are you alright, Y/N? Why are you so red?” He’d laugh awkwardly; for once, he wouldn’t actually understand what was going on. You’d hum a reply of reassurance, but your face would only turn pinker at his touch. Eventually, it’d click and he’d realise what was going on. It’d be a little awkward, him looking away from you quietly in thought. Yeah he’d find you cute, but he wouldn’t be able to see the signs and would feel bad for it (honestly it’d always end up like this, but he’d get over it quickly and it wouldn’t feel awkward anymore :) )


Originally posted by jihansoul94

Honestly, he’d find it really hard not to blush too, but would try to contain them just to look cool and chill about it. He’d be a little cocky about it, boasting about it to his members and trying to make them jealous about it. In the moment, he’d want to blush and be flustered too, but would hold back and try to make the most of the situation. He wouldn’t tease you but would just keep trying to make you blush. Playing with your hair, complimenting your clothes, holding your hand and kissing your cheek innocently, were all ways he tried to make you blush, all of which, succeed. Eventually, I think he’d get too embarrassed and wouldn’t be able to hold back in shyness and blushes, so would bury his face into your neck and blushing deeply. This’d only make you blush harder too, gasping suddenly the swift action and skin contact. There’d be a lot of giggling and teasing, and very playful; it’d always end up like this too, no matter how hard he tried to not let his guard down.  


Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

Sicheng would be the type to apologise every time he made you blush. He’d blush along too, and probably accidentally make the situation more awkward than it had to be. I don’t think he would really know how to act or what to say to make things better, but everything he did try would be genuine and sincere. He’d be quite flustered and probably blush harder and a deeper shade of pink than you! You’d kind of have to take the initiative in these kind of situations and change the conversation subject or something. If you were around other people, the members in particular, the situation would be a little different. WinWin would probably say something quite sassy and sarcastic if anyone started teasing you for your easily flustered state. He’d be jealous if anyone else other than himself managed to make you blush; it’d probably be the only times where he’d get jealous in general too. Deciding to grab your attention and affection, he’d become very clingy and affectionate, which wouldn’t help the situation and only make you, and him, blush even more and even harder.


Originally posted by nct-marklee

He’d be a lot like Doyoung, finding your easily initiated blushes weird and worrying. Although he’d absolutely love it when you blushed at his compliments or touches, he’d be confused and worried when it started happening all the time. Honestly, he’d feel a little bit insulted and offended. You’d not only blush at his words, but also the words of other people including his members. It’d make him doubt your relationship momentarily before he knocked some sense into himself and told himself not to think like that. However, when it got into the further months of your relationship and you were still blushing so easily and frequently like that, he’d be irritated. He’d think that his words and compliments no longer had an effect on you and things that were supposed to be more heartfelt and sincere, were just getting the same usual reaction from you as the smaller gestures did. Why were you still so sensitive and easily flushed this far into your relationship? He’d confront you about this maturely, asking if you were uncomfortable with him or if there was something going on. After a few words of reassurance and explaining how it was literally just something you instinctively did, he’d feel more relaxed and comfortable about it (and be able to enjoy your blushing more too!)


Originally posted by dovounq

Contrary to what a lot of people would write him to be like, Haechan would find your blushing state infectious and would quickly flush bright pink whenever you blushed. He’s still really young and would be a little shy in your relationship when it came to the cutesy-sickly-romantic-stuff-that-couples-just-have-to-so. Especially if another member pointed out your blushing, he’d find it hard to not blush too. He’d never use it against you like some of the other members though. Sure, he’d tease you a lot about a lot of things, but never about you blushing. It’d be something he actually rather liked, although you might find it in embarrassing; it’d make your relationship so easily romantic and cute and adorable, which would be something he’d worry about being “bad” at sometimes.

The Serpent Or Me - Part 1 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Characters/Pairings: Jughead x Betty, Serpent!Reader.

Warnings: Kissing.

Word Count: 2142

Notes: Firstly I’m sorry this is out later than planned, I’ve been teasing this piece for way too long. Secondly I stuggled a bit getting into Jughead’s POV style. I think this just gives me an excuse to rewatch the season again and pick up on his narration style. Finally if you have any suggestions on where you think this should go let me know, I have the next 2 parts planned but I am intrigued to see where you think it will go. Collabing is my fave! Anyway, enjoy.

Originally posted by littelmix

Jughead’s POV

Southside High was certainly rough around the edges. Riverdale was a beauty in comparison.

The metal detectors were new to me, I’d never been searched to go to class before. It was a sign of the times, I guess. Just another new thing to get used to. I headed to my locker, headphones on and eyes to the ground. I was still the new kid after all. I took out my math textbook and a copy of ‘Of Mice And Men’ for English, luckily I’d read it at Riverdale so I wouldn’t be unprepared. I checked my phone, killing time before first period. Betty had already text me twice, despite us being on the phone only twenty minutes before.

Betty: Riverdale feels weird without you Jug. I miss you :( xx

Betty: I can’t wait to see you again. Friday can’t come quick enough xx

Me: I miss you too Bets. Being the new kid is strange. Friday is going to get me through though. Can’t wait to see you x x

At Riverdale, I may have been the outcast but I had Betty Cooper by side. Betty was the strongest person I had ever known, I knew if anyone could handle this distance it was her. I had moved here to keep her safe, I just hoped she wouldn’t get herself into trouble. Considering the current state of affairs that was the town of Riverdale however, trouble could be anywhere we turned.

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Here's some fluffy Jeddy for ya'll! 😄

Ok so this is based on that soul mates AU where your soul mate’s hair color is the colour of your eyes. Your eyes also change colour to match their hair if they dye it.

James hated his soul mate. Who even changes there hair color five times a day? To be honest, the person seemed pretty cool and James loved all the attention he got, but waking up at 2 am to have a very late midnight snack and being scared out of your skin when you look into the mirror on your way back because your eyes are suddenly a bright  bubblegum pink is not so cool.

James was pretty sure he was dead when he felt someone jump on top of him. He opened an eye and Lily shrieked immediately. “Your soul mate’s a punk! Honestly, who has yellow hair?” Lily asked, laughing hysterically.  

“I can’t go to your party like this! What is wrong with this person! Oh and happy birthday by the way…” James sat up, scratching his hair and yawning.

“Hah! You remembered!  Don’t worry big bro your soul mate changes their  hair every hour, It’ll be neon green by night! Lily said, before running away as James threw a perfectly aimed pillow at her.

“I didn’t get you a present!” James shouted after Lily  as she closed the door to his bedroom behind her.

James groaned and buried is face into his pillow. He hated getting up early. And most of all he hated taking a shower.

It was a Sunday morning and he couldn’t believe he was already in the shower. 8 am was just too early. It’s Lily birthday, he thought to himself, everybody’s going to be there at the party. No, he had to look presentable.

He dried himself up with a flick of his wand and got dressed quickly. He wasn’t joking about not having a present for Lily yet. What do you even give to annoying little 16 year old girls on their birthdays?

James decided Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes would be the best choice, it was his and Lily’s favourite shop after all, he also hadn’t visited his uncles Fred and George in a while.

He apparated to Diagon Alley and was greeted by a bunch of Weasley kids.

“Hey James!” Rose waved towards him “You’re going to Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes too, aren’t you?  We could all go together!”

“Sure!” James said, walking towards the the noisy little group.

Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes was tightly packed with young witches and wizards as always. James caught a glimpse of his uncle Fred demonstrating a new trick to an excited group of kids. He walked over to where the dung bombs were kept and found his uncle Sirius (technically they were his granddad’s best friends but grand uncle sounded quite weird…Sirius agreed with him) there looking way more excited than the kids uncle Fred was with. Remus was standing behind him looking defeated.

“What do you even do with dung bombs?” James asked, walking towards them with a wide grin. Sirius was his favourite uncle.

“Oh don’t ask. He drags me here every month!” Remus said, glaring at Sirius.

“You’re going to be there at the party too, right?” James asked, picking up 6 dung bombs in one hand.

“Yeah sure, we’ll be there!” Sirius and Remus said together.  

“Love the turquoise eyes, James! Bet they were bright yellow just this morning.” Sirius said, winking at James and then quickly turning to Remus with a knowing smirk.

“How do you know?” James asked, he was sure they knew something he didn’t.

“Oh, forgot we said anything! We’ve got to go now! See you at the party, James!” Remus was now walking away from James, full speed, dragging Sirius behind him, who was waving at James.

James sighed. Real weird family he had…but he loved ever last one of them, even if they were total nut cases.

James knew Lily loved dung bombs and he was quite proud of her to be honest. She could be really annoying sometimes, but James and Lily got along really well. The amount of hexes Lily knew made James really proud and scared him at the same time.

It was almost time for the party, James had spent half the day brewing up a hurricane in his closet. He had finally settled on his favourite black tee which said ‘Mischief Managed’ on the front in gold. He had charmed it to work like an exact replica of the Marauder’s Map but only the person wearing it could use it. It wasn’t that useful, but James loved it. He looked into the mirror, his eyes were indeed a beautiful mix of green and blue. This he could live with.

“People are going to be here any moment now, James! - Oh hello, Scorpius!” Albus sounded really excited. James was sure he had something going on with that Malfoy kid.

James apparated downstairs, ( why walk when you can apparate, right? ) the hall looked amazing. Their mom had gone a bit overboard decorating the place. Christmas was around the corner and so Lily’s birthday party was Christmas themed. They had even bought a tree and the roof was charmed to look like the night sky with soft snowflakes falling occasionally and disappearing into thin air before falling to the floor. A bunch of mistletoe hung around every corner, and trays with cups of hot chocolate flew around the hall.

James got himself a cup and then proceeded to blast some muggle rock music, which he and Lily adored, in the highest possible volume at which the neighbours wouldn’t consider calling the police.

In half an hour the room was tightly packed with people. James went over to where his grandparents were. He found Sirius and Remus next to them. Remus was an exceptionally good dancer, he noted with a grin.

“Hey dads!” he heard someone call form behind him. As he turned around to have a look at who this person was, he felt time freeze. The person before him was just a bit taller than him, he had a beanie on but the blue-green hair peaking out from the front of it was unmistakable.

James spent the next few minutes staring at Teddy as he talked to Sirius and Remus. He had never really seen Teddy before…well, actually he might have, when they were kids, but he didn’t remember. Teddy was quite scrawny actually, but in a really cute way. He had really long lashes but James couldn’t really make out his eye colour. He so hoped that they were dark brown.

“Hey James! You haven’t met Teddy yet, right? Come over here!” Sirius was full on smirking at him now, he had one arm around Teddy’s shoulder and Teddy was looking straight at him. For a moment James couldn’t breath. And going by Teddy’s face he looked like he couldn’t either. His lips were slightly apart and James could swear he was blushing a bit. As James walked over to right in front of Teddy, he could see his eyes were the exact shade of really dark brown as his hair.

“Hello Teddy… I mean I’m Teddy..uh hi!” Teddy said, extending a hand towards James. James shook his hand, they were still staring at each other and it took James a bit (way too much actually) longer than it should have to realise that they were still holding hands and he hadn’t said a word.

“Uh I-I’m James, nice to meet you Teddy!” James couldn’t control the blush that was slowly creeping up to his cheeks. He abruptly let go of Teddy’s hand and ran it though his hair, which he had spent hours on to make it look perfectly messy.

“James…” Teddy repeated his name, just loud enough for James to hear. Hearing his name on Teddy’s lips made him want to kiss him senseless right in front of his family. He decided he couldn’t trust himself enough, he had to go find Lily.

“I-l’ve got to go find Lily…see you around Teddy!” he turned around and disappeared into the crowd. He could hear Teddy asking him to wait but he needed to get away before he dragged Teddy into a room or something.

“Lily, help.” James was out of breath when he found Lily.

“So Teddy Lupin, huh?” Lily turned to him with a smirk.

“Well. Yes, and how do you know? And why is everyone smirking at me like that!? Ugh.” James buried his face into his hands.

“It’s my birthday, silly! He came to wish me, I noticed the turquoise hair, he’s cute. Now go kiss him!” Lily’s smirk was only getting more ridiculous.

“Merlin, LILY! I can’t just kiss him! I need a plan, ok?” James was beginning to get sick of that evil smirk.

“Ok here’s the plan. You go find him, ask him to dance. They I play some sick beat and you casually sneek him into your room and then you snog him for eternity!- Oh look there he is!” Lily had that mischievous spark in her eyes which she had gotten from her mother.

“Yeah, that sounds about right…wait, what?” James turned around and was pushed into someone. “Oops!” he herd Lily giggle behind him.

Suddenly he couldn’t think straight anymore. Strong arms were around him and his heart was in his throat.

“Are you ok, James?” Teddy whispered into his ear as he pulled him back up and took a step away from him.

He didn’t want him to move at all, James had gone all weak at the knees and was sure he’d fall if he didn’t find a support soon enough.

“willyoudancewithme?” he blurted out, resting his arm on the table next to him in the most awkward way possible.

“Um…what?” Teddy asked, in confusion. He looked really cute when he was confused.

““W-Would you like to dance with me?” James was trying not to stutter but Teddy was still staring at him.

“I’d love to!” Teddy exclaimed, laughing, and just as he pulled James close and placed his hands on his shoulder ‘Voices’ by ‘Cheap Trick’ started playing and everybody in the room whooped and clapped in approval. James cursed under his breath.

Teddy was a very very good dancer and James was struggling to keep up. Teddy was laughing into his ear as he pulled him closer still. James was falling for him every second.

“Can we go somewhere quite?” Teddy asked, weaving their fingers together. James could actually feel butterflies in his stomach.

“Sure, Follow me.” James led Teddy through the crowd of people towards his room. They were still holding hands and James was finding it hard to breathe.

“Um…this is my room.” James said, opening the door.

Teddy stared at him for a while and then pushed him into the room and pinned him to the back of the door in one fluid motion, closing the door shut in the process.

“Where were you all my life.” Teddy whispered, fixing him to the spot with his mesmerising gaze, it was impossible to look away.

“Where were you all my life” James whispered back. Teddy was too close to him. Their bodies were pressed together in all the right place, there was absolutely no space between them.

“Let’s talk later ok?” Teddy said before kissing him slowly at first, savouring each second.

James felt fireworks explode in his heart. He had never been kissed before, and this was the most amazing feeling in the world. Teddy bit down on his lower lip gently and James just couldn’t control the little noises that were escaping his lips. Teddy’s tongue was in his mouth and James had his fingers  tangled in his hair, gripping it tight enough to make Teddy moan in a way that was driving him crazy. Every kiss was like a promise for more to come, little glimpse of the eternity they had before them.

When they finally broke, apart both of them were gasping for air.

“Your eyes are bubblegum pink.” Teddy was giggling now, their foreheads touching.

“Your hair is bubblegum pink.” James laughed along with Teddy, twisting his body so that it was now Teddy who was pinned to the door.

“You’re going to have to visit a lot more frequently from now on.” James said, nibbling on his lower lip.

“Hmm, looks like I will be visiting quite frequently.” Teddy replied, pulling James into a hug.

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Colours (Barry Allen)

BLURB: every person you love leaves a colour on your skin. Some people are stained everywhere with colour, some with none at all. But there is always one simple rule, once you find your soulmate they wash away all the other colours. 


 The soulmate colour AU with Barry cause lets be real, everyone needs this in their lives.  

 Also I apologize, I wrote this at three AM.


The waiter that handed me my coffee had hands stained with blue, bright blue standing out against their dark skin. Guess they got lucky, found someone to wash away the rest. Or perhaps they never had any to wash away, their hairline is stained too. Signs of gentle touches. 

 Yeah I know most people use words like ‘painted’ or ‘caressed’ to describe the colours. I use ‘stained’, because thats what they are. Stupid marks that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard you tried. Marks that show everyone your personal life. Stains that show if you love too much or not at all.

 You see I hate the orange stains that lace my body, the constant reminder that my only love left me. Ran away with someone who could mark them with deep purple, wash away my pitiful gold. 

 Most people think gold is an amazing colour to leave behind, not him. He hated it, said it reminded him of all the medals he should have won. 

 Oh well, at least I’m not stained with white 

 That’s the worst, white means you’ve fallen in love. But they don’t love you back, so every time that person touches you your skin is bleached. A constant reminder that they don’t love you back 

 Most of the time those people find another soulmate, someone to wash away the bleach. To give them colour again 

 There’s one person in this city that I know of with skin bleached. 

 A CSI, I don’t know his name. But it’s obvious, I always see him interviewing patients at the hospital I work at.

 See their sympathetic looks as their eyes trail along his bleached body. 

 I’ve never spoken to him though; hell I’ve never even looked him in the eyes. I’m too scared I’ll see myself in them, see the same hopeless look all people left by their colour match do. 

 Yeah I get that there’s still hope. That by some miracle you might find a real match. Someone to wash away the other colours. Or paint over the bleach. It had happened before. 

But then I look at the bleached CSI, and I lose all hope. 


 As I walk to the hospital I see him again, running in. He’s always late, that much is obvious by the annoyed scowl of the police captain as he arrives.

 The annoyed scowl stained with yellow. 

 I went to my next patient, trying to ignore the bleached soul behind me as much as I tried to pretend my hands aren’t stained with orange. 

 “Y/N?” one of the nurses called. 


 “The CSI has to question your patient.” 

 “Alright, send him in,” I replied as I carried on taking my patient’s vitals.

 There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to not be in that room.

 To not see my own fate reflected in his eyes. 

 I could ignore him, I thought. I could carry on my duties and pretend I didn’t see the other person in the room, I could just make sure the patient was stable and handle the rest once he leaves.

 Easy. Until he enters. 

 He’s much taller than I expected, about half a head taller than me (yeah I’m tall urgh). He walked in and tried to introduce himself. Tried to shake my hand.

 I ignored him, I couldn’t possibly address him. That would mean addressing all of him. 

 I try not to notice the sad looks my patient is giving him.

 I did my full exam without even looking at him, and then practically ran from the room. 

 Thankfully the rest of the day went fine, a couple patients commented on how happy I must be of course. Because that was the only option when a colour stains your body as much as it stains mine, no one presumes that person could have left. 

Because somehow everything revolves around this stupid colours.


 As I was walking home that day I heard running behind me, as I turned around I saw the CSI running towards me. 

 No. No. No. 

 This cannot be happening, I thought. There was no way he could about to reach me, none at all. I avoid him as much as possible. This isn’t happening.

 “Hey! Wait,” he called, running up to me.

 When I turned to look at him I saw just how bad off he was, his hairline, his cheeks, the outline of his lips. All bleached, like every bit of colour was drained from him. 

His pain painted on his face by some cruel artist. 

 He held something in colourless hands, “This fell of your neck while you were examining that guy, thought you might want it back.” In his hands he held my gold necklace that my brother gave me, I hadn’t even noticed it had gone. 

 “Oh my god, thank you so much! I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost this!” He smiled, he was different when he smiled.

 Almost like a trace of his former self somewhere in there, fighting to resurface.

 “No problem,” he said as he handed it back to me. 

 As he gave it to me our hands touched, I almost screamed. 

 Where he touched me, the orange had changed to a deep maroon. I looked at his hand and saw gold, the bleached had been painted over. 

 “Hi,” he whispered, a broken smile on his face.

 “Hey,” I laughed back, tracing his face with my hand, watching as the bleach there changed to gold.

 It’s been five months since that day and I’ve got to own up to something, maybe soulmates weren’t so bad after all. I’ve learned his name is Barry, I’ve he’s the Flash (his colour is maroon for god’s sake). 

He’s in and out of the hospital all the time now.

 Only I don’t avoid him now, I watch with pride. As the patient’s smiles change from sympathetic to hopeful as their eyes trail down the gold paint strokes that lace his body.


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Hooked on a feeling

Originally posted by supernovares

Peter Quill/Star Lord x Avenger!Reader

Words: 5605
Just an idea I’ve had rumbling around in my head.

Why you believed that Peter Quill might just be able to save you, you couldn’t say. Of course, it had been him to get you into danger in the first place but his steady hand over yours and his sincere gaze catching yours as you hurdled towards a battle against a Kree overlord, well it was suddenly easy to forgive the fact that he’d bargained your life away to the Ravagers.
It was hard to ignore Rocket’s mocking kissing noises and Drax’s booming laughter echoing through the ship behind you but you managed it – barely. Quill’s face flushed and he squeezed your hand with his before retracting it, trust those arseholes to ruin a perfectly good moment. Though you shouldn’t be having moments with a man that you barely knew, you could practically hear the words lectured at you in Clint’s voice.
God how you missed that arrow wielding idiot, he could make you feel save, even in the expanse of space. But Quill was turning out as a good second and you were so well on your way to being smitten that it was hard to imagine your life back on earth now.

Your life on earth was exciting enough – or it had been before your adventures in space.

As a Shield Agent you had seen some of the most beautiful and dangerous people and places in all over the world. You were a fighter and a damn good one at that, it didn’t run in your genes your mother had always been against violence but you’d grafted your whole life to work to the top of your field so you provide a good life for yourself and your mother. She’d fallen pregnant with you as a young teen and, having been ostracized by her whole family, she’d raised you singlehanded sometimes working two or three jobs.

But it didn’t matter, you had each other and when you introduced her to your close friend and mentor, you gained a stepfather. She became Laura Barton and Clint refused to stop lording his new positon over you on missions.
He even adopted a special ‘Dad voice’.

It was impossible to hold it against him, it was cheeky and adorable and was laced with the same mocking humour that your half siblings had inherited – thank god for Natasha and her unbelievable Russian vodka for drunken nights of debauchery to keep you sane.

That sanity came under threat, as it did for most people, the day that you met Tony Stark and the rest of The Avengers. It wasn’t the best circumstances for them to meet you, truth be told, Clint being abducted was at the very top of your worries. You didn’t give a shit about the Aliens, no matter how muscular and blonde the one who wished to call you friend was.

Life could never be the same after that.
For one, you now knew that aliens existed and they had Army’s. But mostly it was because you’d been drafted into the world’s ultimate boyband and you doubted if either Clint or Tony would ever recover from their individual traumas. You tried your best to support them and taught the other Avengers how to handle panic attacks. Clint was fortunate enough to have you at home as well to help him if he felt like he needed to get away from your mother and siblings, though he hardly ever showed when he was overwhelmed.

These small tokens helped both men greatly and eventually Tony felt strong enough to share with you the footage of space that his suit had recorded when he dis-guarded the bomb.

And it was beautiful.

Sans the awaiting Alien invasion, you enraptured by the galaxy stretched out in front of you, colours swirling and crashing – the stars dancing just for you.
The sight painted your mind; it was your happy place when Clint and Tony were attempting to make Bruce snap and the closing scene of your thoughts every evening as you settled to sleep.

You had to see it for yourself.

You could practically taste the despair of your family and friends when they learnt of your plans but they were powerless to stop you and they knew it.  
“Impossible to get logic through to her brain with a skull that thick.” Tony had mocked and Clint crossed his arms and agreed and fixed you with his best parental stare. Both he and Natasha had spent the last few days prying into your business to see if you were trying to escape something or someone and constantly asked if you were happy.

And you were, how could you not be happy when your family so big and loving?

But you craved adventure and had perfected the art of staying close to other Avengers when Clint was around, they knew that you were close but they had no clue about your real relationship or the rest of your little family and both of you wanted to keep it that way, by staying close to Tony or Steve then Clint couldn’t emotionally blackmail you with thoughts of your mother.

Which he barely had to try to do anyway, she’d cried uncontrollably when she realised that even her superhero husband couldn’t dissuade you of your plans. Her only consolation was that you wouldn’t be alone, you had your ‘Blonde Alien Bestie’ as Clint had once dubbed him. Your mother may not have ever met Thor but she trusted Clint’s judgement on him.

It turned out that getting a hold of the Asgardian prince was harder than you’d anticipated and in the end you got in touch with Jane, Thor had given you both each other’s details so that you could check on her for him and so that she could contact you if she found herself in any trouble because Thor rarely got back to earth these days.
‘Lots of work in space.’ He’d laugh every time you had seen him; he looked older since you’d had to defeat Loki, heavier with the weight of reality and the Realms.
When he arrived unannounced in your room at Stark Tower, he looked more a king than ever.

He was barely in doorway to your room before you were up and embracing him, he gave a hearty laugh and returned the gesture, he always seemed so happy of affection after your initial coldness to him.

He placed Mjolnir down gently on your bed next to your over spilling backpack. He studied the backpack for a moment before pointing at it and catching your eye, “Jane informs me that you need my help with something. Are you in some form of trouble?”

You rolled your eyes but it was hard to be mad at his loving nature, “Why does anyone assume that I’m a trouble causer –”
“-Because you are.” He interrupted with an enormous grin.
You barely resisted the urge to stick your tongue out at him before continuing, “I wanted to ask a favour,” his expression turned serious, “I want to go explore the galaxy. I want to see every creature, every star. I want to live it all.”

If he was angry at your request then he didn’t show it, instead he spoke like the calm ruler that he was becoming, “Do you think that wise?”
“Does it matter if its wise?” You asked, “I’ve seen the footage from Tony’s suit Thor, and its beautiful and I need to see it.”
His large grin split his face against, this time filled with pride and he shook his head lightly, “I should have expected no less passion from such a mighty warrior. I would be proud if you were to accompany me to Asguard as my guest. We would be honoured to host one of Midgar’s mightiest heroes.”

You didn’t suppress the small squeal as you dove at him giving him a tight and laughing embrace.

The day you left was full of tears, at you home you bid farewell to your mum, brother and sister promising to be back for their birthdays. Cooper and Lila where told that you were just going away for work like you usually did, you couldn’t tell them about space because they were only young and you didn’t want them fearing for you safety.
You were the oldest, worrying was your job not theirs.

Afterwards Clint drove you to Stark Tower where you said goodbye to him and Nat first before joining the others and, after nearly getting crushed in Steve’s bear hug, you finally finished your goodbyes. Thor waited patiently; assuring them all that you’d have every luxury during your stay in Asguard, which quietened Tony’s moaning about only taking one backpack.
But you had everything that you needed including clothes (Thor promised the finest robes as well), weapons of your own choosing and some sneaky extras that the others had snuck in. Tony had made you bracelet that when you flicked your wristed aggressively transformed out into an Iron Man gauntlet, it was the same colour as his suit but felt heavier.
He’d been experimenting with technology that could survive space after his experience with the fall and he was about 57% sure that the gauntlet should work as it would on Earth.

But the colours were just so that you wouldn’t miss him, the charmer that he was.

Having seen Thor leave Earth with a flourish on more than one occasion, you weren’t sure how smooth the journey would be and in the end when you arrived with a crash on the other side, you were glad that you’d clung to Thor so readily.
After a few moments of queasiness, and a long string of curse words, the world came into focus and you met Heimdall for the first time after hearing of him from Thor.
“Lady Y/L/N, I am Heimdall,” His voice was deep and his eyes hinted that he knew everything about you, he was unnerving but you found yourself trusting him almost instantly, “Welcome to Asguard.”

“Nice to meet you Heimdall,” You smiled and extended your hand to shake which he took but bent down and kissed the back of your hand.  When he pulled back you dropped your hand and offered him a cheeky grin, “I’ve heard all about you from Thor. Truly awful things really, you should ashamed of yourself. Oh, and please call me Y/N.”

Thor looked ready to dive into an explanation about Midgardian humour but Heimdall was already smirking at your joke.
Huh, maybe he did know everything about you.
“Have a well journey, Y/N.” He told you and returned his focus to the other realms as Thor led you away.
“Hey Thor, why didn’t you warn me that he was hot?” You asked your friend as you walked away and Thor rushed you along as though he was worried that Heimdall had heard you and when you glanced back at the smirk on his face you knew that he had.

Days in Asguard flew by and Thor was true to his word when he had promised that you’d be treated like royalty, everyone was astounded to meet the Midgardian who had helped defeat Loki and had not been put off the pursuit of adventure.

Odin seemed indifferent to you and you had a suspicion that he felt superior to humans and hated the idea of Thor loving Jane but that really had very little to do with you. A fast and hearty friendship had found you and Lady Sif and you were extremely grateful of her company when Thor had to go play at being royalty. On her part she admired your warrior nature and was fascinated by her sense of humour, her favourite thing being your skills when it came to practical jokes.

Together you found that your phone wouldn’t work properly in space – shocker­- but certain functions such as the camera and the calculator still worked even though were slow and laggy. The bracelet-come-gauntlet that Tony had given you certainly did work and had resulted in both you and Lady Sif fleeing the Armoury after blowing a hole through the wall and bending one of the swords round into a circle.

Fuck, Tony had come good on this gift.

Inevitably, you became bored.

Asgard was glorious but after a few weeks of exploring it, being held as a hero and having people dote treasures onto you (seriously you could probably retire when you went back home) it became boring and you itched for the adventure and wonder you had set out looking for.

After spending the day bothering Heimdall with silly questions like, ‘So you see everything, are you Santa?’, ‘Can you see through walls?’, ‘How many people do you see picking their nose a day?’, and ‘How cool did I look kicking Alien ass? My hair looked good right?’, Heimdall must have sensed that you were close to going out and potentially causing trouble and warned Thor.

So on the first opportunity to go on what Thor described as a small errand, you jumped at the chance. You were to go and check on a man known as The Collector with two of the royal family’s guards. Thor and Lady Sif both looked bemused at you as you ran towards them in your Earth Attire with your backpack slung over one shoulder, they had both expressed regret at being unable to attend but they had ‘an urgent matter to deal with’.

Secret Asgardian business you guessed.

“It is only a small errand, Lady Y/N.” Thor reiterated as he gestured to your fighting clothing.
You clicked your tongue at him, “For one Thor, I look great so shut it. And, you can’t be too prepared.”
Thor shook his head and smiled in resignation and Lady Sif laughed, “A good point well made. Do take care of our men.” She nodded her head back towards the guards that you accompanying and the pair of you shared a giggle before you left.


This was the type of adventure that you’d been craving, a seedy bar inside the decaying head of a massive celestial being?

Yes please!

It hadn’t been hard to ditch the guards, The Collector or whatever he called himself was freaky and after several comments about what a prize one of Earths Mightiest Heroes would be for his collection you had excused yourself and ran through some back alleys to the bar.
It was a novelty to soak up the atmosphere.

During your time with Thor you had learnt of a few species that looked especially Human, like Xandarians, and some that really didn’t but you couldn’t pronounce their names, it sounded a bit like blowing bubbles through custard.

Keeping up with what they called you was the hardest, on Asguard you were a Midgardian, everywhere else you seemed to be classed as a Terran. But everyone seemed to know that you were one of the few humans to have fought and defeated Loki who had been using Thanos’ army, it made you very famous and when you really thought about it, it wasn’t surprising.

It seemed that as big as man’s ideas were on themselves, no one in the galaxy cared about the little laughable planet that had barely managed to explore its own moon. The fact that it had taken only a few of its inhabitants to hold off and defeat and invasion of that magnitude and volume, well, it had sent out a message to the universe loud and clear.

The Earth was defended and it was ready.

Though most of the establishments focus was on the betting and music, you grew sick of the feeling of being watched and ventured out onto the balcony with your drink that looked like gravy but tasted like Sherbet Lemons.

Barely a moment of peace had passed before you sensed someone behind you on the balcony thanks to all the years of training with Nat and Clint, who coincidentally were the only people who could beat you at hide and seek because of it. You turned to face your follower in no mood to relive your fights on Earth for anyone tonight when you were confronted with a man; well he certainly looked like a man, with his hair swept to one side and tidy facial hair.

Where those headphones around his neck?

His hands where splayed slightly as though he was ready to calm you of any anger or fear from him suddenly appearing. You watched him lowly and sipped your drink.
“You’re Terran.” He said, his eyes disbelieving as he took in the sight of you.
You watched him steadily, “So they tell me. And you’re following me.”
He gave a charming smile, “I didn’t mean to scare you –”
“Good because you’d have to try harder.” You sipped your drink to hide your amusement at his eyebrow irking your interruption. This guy was a talker for sure, always trying to talk his way out of a tight spot but you could see in him that he wasn’t shy to throw his weight about if he needed too. He reminded you a bit of Steve that way.

“Sorry, I’ve just not seen another Terran in a long time.” He spoke still looking marvelled at your existence.
You nudged down the balcony, silently giving him permission to join you, which he did, before asking, “How long is long?”
He let out a low whistle and rocked his head slightly as he weighed up his answer; it seemed that he chose honesty, “Over twenty years.”
You irked your eyebrows in response but said nothing because it was none of your business and he seemed happy that you didn’t ask.

You spoke idly for some time, he explained the betting games they were playing inside and different breeds of Alien that you could see inside the bar. It was only when you spoke about the songs on his tape and complimented his song choice that he introduced himself.

“Star Lord?” You asked slowly, watching him for any hint that he might break into laughter. He didn’t, he looked incredibly proud and smug with himself like he expected that the mere mention of his name should be enough to get women to start stripping off their clothes.

You, however, were not impressed.

“Famous badass outlaw?” He added with a huff, seemingly defeated by the lack of recognition.
“What’s your real name, outlaw?” You asked with a grin.
He pouted and sighed but extended his hand and gave his name anyway, “Peter Quill.”
“Nice to meet you Quill.” You grinned at his awaiting expression for you to offer your name and usually you would have but it was just too funny watching him gesture for you to continue and watching how the tips of his ears turned red when he was annoyed.

In the end the decision was taken out of your hands.

“Y/N L/N.” A voice hissed and you turned back to the club doorway to face three Kree males, “You are to come with us.”
“Oh, they’re blue.” You spoke calmly which made Quill’s head snap in your direction, he studied your bored expression before stepping closer to you between you and the Kree.
“They’re Kree and not all of them are blue, most of them look Terran but the strongest, the ‘pure bloods’ are blue and they seem to know you, you owe these guys credits or something?” He asked you as though he was ready to talk you out of whatever situation you’d gotten yourself into.
You shook your head, you didn’t know them and as far as the credits things went, Thor had given you a communicator of sorts that held these credits and Lady Sif had been in the middle of explaining how it worked before you’d left.

He nodded to himself and turned to the Kree, specifically the smallest at the front who seemed in control of the bigger, uglier two. “Sorry guys, think you’ve got the wrong girl.”
The Smaller Kree ignored him and focused his attention on you, “Y/N L/N you are to come with us. And shut your pet up.”

Peter gave a shout of indignation at his new nickname but you caught his arm with one hand and urged him back towards you before asking your confronter, “How do you know me and what do you want? If you don’t answer my questions I will not be cooperative.”
He seemed to roll his options around in his head before answering, “Everyone knows of the Terran’s that defeated Loki. You would fetch a good price.”

You growled to yourself, that fucking collector, you knew he was a freak. Quill’s head snapped around to your again so fast that he nearly head-butted you, apparently this was new information to him.
You patted his arm that you were still holding onto, “Careful now Quill, you’ll give yourself whiplash.”

“Enough talking.” The smallest Kree demanded in a voice that he assumed was commanding but it didn’t bother you nor Quill and he inclined his head towards the both of you. The bigger of the two stormed towards you and Quill jumped inelegantly between you and him and punched the Kree straight in the nose.
He fell back instantly but his buddy shoved Quill to the floor with a crash.
“Y/N!” Quill hollered in warning as the other large Kree dove for you. Jumping back you threw your empty glass at his face which gave you enough time to snap your wrist letting your bracelet transform out into the gauntlet. Whipping your hand up, you flexed your palm and shot energy like Iron Man did at the larger Kree sending him back crashing through the wall.

Quill lay on the floor staring up at you and the smaller Kree stumbled over his words until you held the gauntlet up in his direction and he ran off terrified.
“Er what was that?” Quill asked you as you helped him up and he wiped the blood from his lip. You retracted the gauntlet and Quill stared at the innocent looking bracelet on your wrist.
“Just a leaving present from a good friend of mine.” You smiled and held your wrist out so that he could examine it, you could tell that he was eyeing it up, “Try to rob me and I’ll smash your tape player.” You warned.

He gulped and released your bracelet, “Noted.”

Crashing in the bar alerted you both and Quill groaned, “Ugh, those fucking idiots.”
He gestured for you to follow him and suddenly you were in the middle of a fight between a massive tree, a racoon and a diluted Hulk.

Well…you did want adventure.

Quill defused the situation, like you knew he would and after he introduced you to his associates he invited you along to their meeting with The Collector.
You huffed, “No thanks that guys a freak. I think those Kree men where sent by him.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Rocket snapped, “I don’t care if you want to get your pants in a twist about another Terran but I don’t care. She is not getting a cut.”
Groot and Gamora made noises of agreement.

“I don’t want a cut, but my ride back to my friends is at the collectors. I’ll hang around outside, I don’t care about seeing him again.” You defended yourself and they seemed to accept the answer.
You followed them to their meeting with you and Quill bringing up the rear and chatting idly.
“Soo,” He started after a moment, “A hero of Earth? How’d you get all the way out here?”
You shrugged, “I wanted adventure and a friend who didn’t mind me coming to stay with him.”

“So your friend let you come out here on your own?” He snarked and you couldn’t help the flutter of excitement when he accentuated the question as though he was testing the waters to see if you were single.
You smirked, “Yeah, Thor of Asguard. I keep an eye out for his girlfriend while he’s up here and he lets me take an extended vacation in space.”  You dropped the hint in, not as subtly as you would have liked but he caught your eye and gave you a cheeky little smile.

“Asguard, eh?” Rocket caught your attention, “Plenty of expensive treats out there.”
“I am Groot.” Groot agreed.
Laughing, you warned them, “I’d be careful, they get really whiny about people touching their stuff. I blew a hole in the Armoury and Odin will not let me hear the end of it.”
“You blew a hole in the Asguardian Armoury?” Rocket asked before nudging Groot, “We’ve been hanging out with the wrong Terran.”

“Hey!” Quill snapped as you said, “It was an accident!”


Waiting for people was one sure fire way to get you in the mood to cause trouble.
Outside of the entrance to The Collectors ‘den of creepy’ you were scouting the area when you found the guards.
They were both dead.
You stumbled away from them and whipped your knife from your back pocket and surveyed the area.
Whoever it was had long gone. The men’s necks were cut hastily and without skill, if you had to guess it was the Kree men that The Collector had hired to acquire you.
You kept your knife in one hand and extended your gauntlet as you headed back into the lion’s den. You weren’t sure where the fierce loyalty to the group had come from all of a sudden and you inwardly you blamed Nat and Clint’s years of influence.

Even though they hid it, they both had bleeding hearts.

The explosion came when you’d barely reached the doorway; it knocked you off of your feet and sent you rolling over. Groot and Rocket landed next to you and you rushed over to check that they were okay.
Quill and Gamora stumbled out of the doorway.
“What was that?” You hissed at Quill as he came to stand next to you, his hair was a mess and he looked freaked out.
“Something that can destroy a planet and I’ve been carrying it around in my bag!” He huffed and gestured wildly at the orb in Gamora’s hand before settling and looking you up and down, “Didn’t find your ride?”
Putting away your knife you slid your finger across your neck and his face paled but he didn’t get chance to ask you anything further as Rocket stormed up to you.
“Why do you still have that?” He pulled at his face.
“We have to give it to the Nova Core, maybe they can contain it.” Gamora told them and you vaguely remembered Thor having mentioned them before.
“We’re wanted by the Nova Core, just give it to Ronan!” Rocket argued, his voice getting higher.

“So he can destroy the Galaxy?!” Peter exacerbated.
“What are you, some saint all of a sudden?” Rocket snapped, “Just because you got a new Humie hanging around, stop trying to impress her!”
You raised your hand and ignored Quill’s slightly flushed face, “I may not fully understand what’s going on but I am in favour of the Galaxy not being destroyed.”

Rocket ignored you, “What’s the Galaxy ever done for you? Why do you want to save it?”
“Because I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!” Quill snapped.

Gamora pleaded with Quill to take it back to Nova but he suggested finding another seller. You quirked an eyebrow at him, you knew that he was implying that you take them to Asgard so that Thor could purchase it, Asgardian gold was highly valued – which was why you had a bundle at the bottom of the backpack.
Gamora snarled at him but as she turned to storm off the ships arrived and were greeted by a bellowing Drax.

“Isn’t he one of yours?” You asked Quill who groaned in response.

“Quill! Don’t you move boy!” A voice bellowed and your eyes found yet another blue man. Quill hissed a curse word and snatched your hand as you chased after Gamora.
You caught up to her as she bundled into a small pod and Quill stopped you, “I gotta get up there, you think you can stay out of trouble?”

You scoffed at him, “No, but I can be your cover on the ground.”  
He looked sceptical until you pulled him out of the way of enemy fire and stared at you wide eyed and accepting.


Hissing every Russian curse word that Nat have ever taught you, and let’s face it that’s all she ever taught you, you thrashed against your captors as they carried you through the ship.

Or at least you let them think that you were struggling.
That was another trick that Nat had taught you.

When Yondu was told that his men had caught one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, he thought of one thing: how much money the ransom would fetch.
What he hadn’t expected was for the hero to be so unassuming and nor was he expecting Quill and Gamora both to stiffen and panic as the hero was thrown to the floor in front of them.

But damn did it make things more interesting.

Hitting the floor dramatically was something that Clint had taught you, not through choice but it was easy to copy the expressions that he gave when Nat threw him around on the mat during training.
“Y/N you good?” Quill’s voice was steady but you could sense something lingering in his tone, he had done something stupid, you could tell.

“So this is Y/N.” Yondu clicked his tongue and smirked, “I wouldn’t have let you use her as bargaining tool if I’d have known she was would be so easy to catch.”
Quill practically flinched as Yondu threw the statement out into the open.

That fucking asshole.
Who did he think he was?!

Heat flushed to your cheeks and your heart quickened, Clint had done a lot of work with you to help you combat your anger but sometimes you just couldn’t help it and unfortunately it was a close Ravenger to suffer.

You swung around and whipped your hand out and up letting your bracelet slip into its gauntlet form and with the added strength it gave you seized the closest man around the throat and lifted him high.

“I am no one’s bargaining chip.” You spoke slowly.
His hands scratched at the gauntlet but it didn’t waver, he whimpered and you didn’t need to look around to sense the weapons trained on you. Your captive squeaked, “He d-didn’t mean to, he was trying to find out if you were injured down on Nowhere.”
You shot Quill a small smile over your shoulder before focusing your attention on Yondu, “You seem to be the man in charge. Tell your men to put their weapons down for I’ll rip this guy’s lungs out.”

You jerked the guy in your hand for added effect and he squeaked. Yondu stared you down and you hoped that he’d make his decision soon, because this was heavy even with your gauntlet and you could feel the strain in your arm.
“Do these guys even have lungs?” You asked Quill.
You could picture his shrug without turning to face him, “They do, but not how you’d think. Yondu we need her for our plan.”

After another moment of deliberation Yondu nodded his head and when the men had lowered their weapons you dropped the man to the floor.


As you moved back to Quill’s ship, Gamora caught your attention, “The Army that Loki used to attack Terra belonged to my father and what you did back there, I’m impressed.”
Unsure of the sincerity of her statement you raised a brow, “Should I be happy about that?”
Quill pouted, “Well I’ve never got it out of her.”

You gave him a cheeky grin, “That’s because you’re not impressive.”
Quill scowled at you and Gamora chuckled softly as she stalked further into the ship towards where Drax and the others waited for you.
When Quill slowed to a stop you joined him and for a moment you stood awkwardly in the hallway before eventually you decided to save him from wrestling with the words trapped on his tongue, “I forgive you for accidently bargaining me away to space pirates.”

He gave a low breathy laugh and looked up at you through his dishevelled hair, “Yeah I guess I did kind of do that didn’t I? I’m sorry.”
“It happens.” You shrugged because it did; Tony Stark had managed to accidently do it twice. For a genius he was an idiot.

His hand caught yours and squeezed it reassuringly, “I mean it, I’ll get you out of this. If we survive this and the Galaxy is still in one piece then I’ll drop you straight off at Asgard, I’ll even take you right up to Thor’s front door.”

You smiled and, you still never knew what possessed you to be so bold, you reached up to push his hair back, “I know you will, not even Ronan would be brave enough to fight the famed Star Lord.”
He grinned at your comment and brought his hand up to cover yours and guide it down to his cheek so that he could kiss your palm gently.

An oddly soft gesture from an outlaw badass that made you swoon.

Hope you guys liked this, just had the idea knocking around for a while.


(Chlonath Day 4 - Rescue/Transformation)

Nathanael was used to akuma attacks, it was something most Parisians had come accustomed to as of late, but what he wasn’t quite used to was falling off the edge of a building. 

This is a oneshot for Chlonathweek2k17 - Day 4: Rescue/Transformation!

This is based off the greatest AU headcanon from @twindoodle​ and based on her cute af art for today’s prompt

Here’s some more links to her AU’s art: (link 1) (link 2) 

(ao3 link)

He was falling.

Nathanael felt the air rush past him. He reached to push back his hair as it wildly flew across his face but found his limbs frozen against the free fall he found himself in. His mouth opened to scream, but no sound seemed able to escape him.

He looked up at the bright blue sky. There was barely a cloud in the sky and the sun shone beautifully. It was a lovely day.

And yet, that didn’t seem to stop Hawk Moth from planning another attack.

The school was in absolute chaos, a whole side of the building had been smashed open, and unfortunately for Nathanael, he found himself teetering dangerously over the edge of the now extremely open concept classroom.

He had looked up just before he lost his balance. His eyes meet Chloe, who was staring straight at him, standing at her desk. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open in shock.

And then he was falling—

—Until suddenly, he wasn’t falling anymore.

Strong arms held onto him, one wrapped around his back, while the other tucked under his knees, holding him bridal style as his hero flew upwards to meet him.

He gasped at the change in momentum, having gone from falling to his death, to now flying freely in the arms of his saviour.

Now when he looked up he caught the same colour of the sky in her eyes. She looked down at him and her eyes narrowed in annoyance.

Uh oh.

“You really should bee more careful.”

He had no words to reply with. Perhaps he was still numb from the shock, merely surprised by her rescue—but was that a pun? His mouth stayed open, wide and agape, as he continued to stare up at her.

Her black and yellow mask only seemed to make her eyes pop more even as she glared at him, and unconsciously a blush bloomed across Nathanael’s face.


“Hey!” she interrupted, jostling him lightly in her arms as she pulled him closer until their foreheads almost touched, “aren’t you the one that said secret identities are supposed to remain a secret!”

He gulped, nodding as she flew higher and higher.

And then he made the mistake of looking down.

“Ahhh!” he shouted, seeming to find his voice as he stared down at the city below them. They were so high in the air that the Eiffel Tower looked like a miniature replica of itself. Instinctively, he looped his arms around Chlo—erm, Queen Bee’s neck and held on for his dear life.

Bee didn’t seem to mind, giggling—most likely at his expense as she slowly started to descend back towards the school.

“If you’re scared of heights, then you probably shouldn’t be looking down,” she muttered, bringing Nathanael’s attention back to her. He watched as her ponytail flew upwards waving in the wind behind her, long blonde strands weaving together, tangled as they were on their drop. His arms around her neck didn’t show any signs of loosening.

“Nath,” she sighed impatiently, “it’s fine! I’ve got you!” She emphasized this point by tightening her grip on him. “Seriously,” she continued, looking immensely proud and haughty, “I don’t think I’ve ever flown that fast before!! You’re lucky am so good at this!”

“Well, t-thanks,” Nathanael replied, internally cringing at his continued stutter. Idly, he wondered if in her haste to save him, she had tired herself out; the redness on her cheeks seemed much deeper then her usual makeup.

He glanced down at his arms—which were still wrapped around her, then back up at Queen Bee. Suddenly, he realized how close they were. His arms immediately loosened around her, and with his hands he pushed himself away from her against her shoulders, throwing them slightly off balance. He flailed for a moment, while Bee held on, her mask moving along with her scowl.

“Hey! Stop moving you scaredy-cat!” she said as she held him close to her, she scanned the spaces below them, looking for signs of the akuma and for a safe place for refuge, “You’re fine! I got you!”

Nathanael looked up at her, the superhero, who he knew under the mask was Chloe Bourgeois—the Chloe Bourgeois—the girl that was the cause for more than half the city’s akumas (Nathanael included); the girl that constantly demeaned and bullied him on a daily basis; and the girl who, when he walked into an empty classroom one day looking for his sketchbook, was covered in golden glitter and what he could only describe as magic, transforming her into the latest hero of Paris, Queen Bee.

Chloe Bourgeois was Queen Bee.

Queen Bee was Chloe Bourgeois.

“O-okay,” Nathanael eventually replied shakily, filled with nerves. The Chloe he knew would drop him in a second. He wrapped his arms around her once more.

This time he held on tighter.

They continued their descent, Bee choosing the school as an appropriate spot. The akuma seemed to have left the school in its wake on its rampage. And soon they were landing on the school’s roof.

Queen Bee didn’t seem quite so ready to put him down yet; instead she gave him that same annoyed look before pursing her lips. And then she smiled.

“You’re like, really light,” she laughed, bouncing him up and down in her arms, “I’m not even tired!”

Now to this Nathanael took some offense, he knew he was small, but Chloe’s condescending tone didn’t help the matter. He was so sure that whatever magic gave her her powers of flight and agility, surely also lent themselves to added strength.

And so he leaned back in her arms, crossing his own arms over his chest to meet her glare with one of his own.

“It’s probably your superpowers, Cl—Bee, I doubt you could lift me untransformed.” Nathanael said dryly.

“Oh really?” she challenged.

Nathanael nodded, “Yeah!”

Queen Bee squinted her eyes at him, tilting her head to the side, surely about to let lose a torrent of insults and rude remarks, when a sudden loud noise from across the street caused them to both jump—well for Queen Bee to jump bringing Nathanael closer towards her and for Nathanael to wrap his arms around her again.

The two shared a quick glance at each other before simultaneously moving away from each other. The arm Bee had tucked under Nathanael’s knees promptly dropped, and Nathanael stood up, releasing Bee from his hold. Each stepped back a few small steps to increase the distance between them.

“Well…” Queen Bee began, her voice uncharacteristically soft and quiet. She stared across the street at the crumbling rubble, expression becoming quite serious, “I got a city to save…so we’ll have to test that theory later.

Nathanael cleared his throat. “R-right,” he said, “well, um, thank you for the save back there. I—“

“Hey Bee!” came a shout, “A little help!?” Ladybug swung past them on her yo-yo, kicking herself forward in a rush, her words interrupting the pair on the roof.

“Yeah!” Chat Noir shouted, following closely behind his partner. Using his baton, he vaulted through the street, turning to glance at Nathanael and Bee, “I’m sure you can be away from your boyfriend long enough to help defeat this akuma!”

Nathanael didn’t think it was possible for anyone to blush anymore than him in that moment…that was until he turned and saw the look on Queen Bee’s face.

The Girl Who Waited

Summary:Somewhere along the line while she was on his team, learning to become a shinobi alongside him, Sasuke stopped being just a good-looking, smart boy to her. Sakura got to know him – the darkness he wore like armour, and the light he only revealed in his rarest, most unguarded moments. [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 1 – Prompt: “Valentine’s Day”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. A gaggle of pre-teen girls will taunt you a second time should you be found plagiarizing.

Warning: Spoilers for pretty much everything up to Chapter 699.

Canon-Compliance: As close to canon as fanfiction can possibly be. With a few personal additions :P Takes place during Part I, Part II and the Blank Period.

Fanon-Compliance: Takes place several years before An Inch of Gold and Unplanned.

AN: OC alert! There is an OC in this story! Ohmygosh!

Beta Reader: Sakura’s Unicorn


Nine-year-old Sakura Haruno hides behind the shoji door of the classroom, clutching an immaculately wrapped package to her chest. Her heart beats a frantic rhythm against her ribs so loud that she thinks even he can hear it inside the room.

After all, Sasuke Uchiha is a prodigy who can already do so much more than the other students at the Academy. Super-hearing would not be that unbelievable.

Her stomach flip-flops a little, and she would tighten her fingers around the large box if she didn’t fear tearing the paper; the lady at the sweets stall did such a nice job wrapping it. Sakura didn’t even consider doing it herself because she’s all thumbs these days, and this gift has to be perfect. After all, she saved her pocket money from a year’s worth of chores so she could afford the finest box of chocolates they had.

It’s still not as nice as the one she saw last year in the fancy gourmet chocolate shop. Her mother wouldn’t let her buy it; Mama said it was a waste, and they don’t have a lot of money to begin with. That’s why Sakura had to save up this year.  She wanted it to be extra special because she knows Sasuke’s all alone now.

About nine months ago, he lost his entire family.

She doesn’t know what actually happened to the Uchiha clan, just what Iruka-sensei has mentioned and the whispers she hears from her parents when they think she’s not listening. And, of course, the rumours the other kids spread – some benign, others ridiculous, still others far too terrible to contemplate.

Sakura doesn’t care how it happened. All she knows is that Sasuke is on his own – he has no mother or father anymore, or even his big brother – and he must be lonely. And so, she has decided that even though she isn’t brave enough to tell him she likes him, if she gives him a nice enough gift for Valentine’s Day, he’ll understand that he’s not alone and that people are thinking about him all the time.

And by people, she means herself.  

If only she could muster the nerve to walk over there and hand him the package.

Just do it! There’s no one around, so no one will see if I mess up – shannaro!

“What’ve you got there, Sa-ku-ra,” someone drawls behind her, making her wince with every syllable of her name.

Oh, no! Too slow!

She turns around and finds herself facing Ino and at least three other girls from their class, all of whom are holding their own closely guarded packages.

“You’re not actually thinking of giving that to Sasuke, are you?” her former-friend derides, the curl of her lip suggesting Sakura has something decayed in her hands.

She squares her shoulder and juts her chin out defiantly. “So what if I am? I don’t think it’s any of your business.”

“It is our business if you’re going to dishonour him with something as flashy as that,” another girl interjects.

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YOU ARE MY WHITE BEAUTY (Negan x albino reader imagine)

Summary: Y/N is the only one in the whole sanctuary who is an albino. Negan is a fan of her beauty. But the days in the sanctuary are not easy for her because some saviors are mobbing her. What will Negan do?

(English is my third language but I tried my best. Sorry for grammar and word mistakes)


Y/N has been in Sanctuary for 2 weeks.
Dwight had found her in the woods. She was alone and hurt. Now she worked in the Sanctary for points. But she was different. She was not like the others. She was an albino. The only thing she saw in the mirror was white only white.
She had heard a lot about Negan, but she had not met him yet.
One morning she was woken up by Dwight.

“Come on you have to clean up Negans room”

She stood straight up and changed her clothes. She walked with Dwight through the long corridors

“You will not touch anything else besides your work, have you heard me?”, said Dwight with a strong voice

“I am not deaf, and I am not interested in men’s affairs”

Dwight looked at her angrily.
When they arrived in Negan’s room, she looked around the huge room. It was so nice. She had not seen such a beautiful thing for a long time. A huge and probably very comfortable bed.

“Stop looking around and do your work”

Dwight went back again 

She stayed in the room and began to clean up Negan’s bed. He was probably awake. At that moment, Negan passed through the corridors and held Lucille in his hand. When he arrived in his room, the door was open. He slowed his steps. When his room became visible, he saw Y/N.
He was admired.
She was so beautiful, so fantastic. He walked slowly into the room and looked more closely at the girl. She did not see him, she folded the blanket. He knocked with Lucille on the door frame, Y/N frightened and looked quickly at him.

“What do we have here?”, he said in a calm voice.

She was ashamed and looked down He went with loose steps to her until her faces were only 1 cm apart. He grabbed her chin and lifted it so that she looked into his eyes. 

“Look at this beautiful angel”

He went smelled her smell

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

She said nothing

“Ou our beauty is mute ha?”


“There she is, you are not mute, I knew it”

“No I’m not”, she said in a shaky voice

“You look pretty pale honey, are you okay?”

“I’m not pale

“What is it then honey”

“I’m an Albino”

“Albino? What the hell is an Albino?”

She was shocked that he had no idea what an Albino was.

“O , you don’t really know what it is?!”

“No, but maybe you can make an explanation”

She took a deep breath and began to speak

“Albinism is a condition some people and animals are born with. This condition is caused by a lack of pigment (colour) in their hair, eyes, and skin. A person or animal with albinism is called an albino. Many albino people prefer to be called a “person with albinism”. There are ten different types of albinism.
People with albinism can have white or light blonde hair. They can have very pale skin. Their eyes are blue, or rarely pink-ish. People with albinism can have problems such as bad vision and getting sunburnt easily. This is because people with albinism have less pigments in their eyes, skin and hair.Albinism is rare in the United States. One out of every 20,000 people in the United States has albinism. There are about 15,945 people in the United States who have albinism”

When she was finished she took a deep breath and said,

“Oh no I forgot to breathe again”

Negan laughed and was shocked that she did not worry about her own situation. She acted like everything was normal.

“Where do you know this everything?”


He began to laugh

“You are a smart girl and you have humor. I love girls like you?”

“I-I-I have to go”, she said in a shaken voice

She broke from Negan’s grip and walked away with quick steps until she heard Negan’s voice behind her.

“I would be very glad if you would visit me again”

“If I would not disturb you sir,” she said politely

“A come on doll it would be an honor for me”

She smiled at him and disappeared. Negan lay down on the bed, thinking about her beauty.

The weeks passed and Y/N and Negan got to know each other more and more.
Negan could not tell his feelings for her because she was a very shy girl. He wanted time.
One evening Y/N wanted to get something to eat and stand in the line.
There were a lot of people in the Sanctuary who were making fun of her, but she did not care because she was bullied at school too.
It was normal for her. But today it was too much

“Hey, you’re immune, or something why did not you turn to a walker, when were you bitten?”

A Savior said loudly and laughing

She turned to the voice 

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you kidding me look at your death skin. It’s so pale that I sometimes think that they have forgotten to bury you. When did you die tell the truth? ”

Many men began to laugh

“Where is your color sweetheart?”

“How old are you actually because your hair is so white How much 100???”

She had slowly tears in her eyes

“Sometimes I think if you’re a human being or an alien?”

They laughed more
They suddenly heard a whistle and a knocking. It was Negan. He had heard everything.
He quietly called Dwight to his side

“Everyone who has laughed at her and bullied her, you can throw them out to the walkers, they’re hungry,” he said almost screaming

The men becoma scared and went to Negan 

“Negan please, we were just having fun, please do not do that,” they said panicky Negan raised his eyebrows


He looked at Y/N and saw the flowing tears.

“If that was so funny, if it was really fun, why is she crying?”

He said seriously, looking at the men badly.

“I’ll tear anyone’s tongue out that says her something bad. No one can hurt her in my sanctuary, but if someone does they will be punished" 

Simon and Dwight pulled the men out to the walkers.
The men begged Negan, but Negan’s decision did not change. When they were completely gone, Negan held Y/N’s hand and led her to his room.
They sat down on the huge bed. Negan took her face between his hands and wiped her tears with her thumbs.

“Be proud of yourself.”

She looked at him with wet eyes

“I’m ugly”

He was shocked. How could she say something like that. She was the most beautiful woman he ever see.

“Hey hey hey I do not want to hear this again, I love your white skin, I love your rarely pink-ish eyes, I love your light blonde hair, I love your color. I love you the way you are ”

He hugged her, stroked her hair as she cried even more.

“Sssshhhh, I’m with you now, I’ll never leave you in my life, do you hear me, I promise you”

“I love you,” she said in a weeping voice

At that moment, Negan’s men were eaten outside by the Walkers.

Note: Be proud of who you are. Don’t be ashamed. Albinism is beautiful❤

Model: Beata V.

Klangst Week: Day 3 - Hurt/Comfort

Summary: They both knew that their first time would be wild. Morning after au.


A blinding light shone through Keith’s eyelashes as he slowly comes back into consciousness. He scrunched his face tight as to stop the light from getting through. He rolled over under the warm covers in his otherwise dark room; to avoid the sun coming through the gap in between the curtain and the window sill, only to find something blocking him in his way.

Keith sits up slowly, trying his best to keep his eyes open; rubbing them and stretching out all of his muscles in the process.

‘Oh yeah, now it’s all coming back…’ he thought as a smug grin crept up onto his face as the memories of last night returned to him. Him and Lance had waited purposefully until they were back safe on earth to go to this level in their relationship. They wanted to see if they could maintain it here as well as they did in space.

Their theory proved successful and they made the jump. A warm feeling took over Keith’s stomach and he ignored the weird feeling of being 100% naked in bed, he always had at least warm boxers. It was a good, exciting feeling. Then there was the actual sex. That was even better.

Their first time was perfect, a little awkward and they had no idea what they were doing, but perfect.
Keith’s sleepy grin widened.

Now that his eyes were properly adjusted to the room he turned to face the sleeping boy next to him; the love already evident in his eyes at the thought of how his precious boyfriend would look while sleeping.

But as his eyes focused on the peaceful boy next to him all the colour was drained from his face. The warm feeling from moments ago was long gone and his eyes held the most astounding look of terror.

The perfect flawless face he expected to see was no where to be found underneath the bruises and scratches that littered Lance’s face.

He wanted to scream. Wake Lance up. But at the same time he didn’t want to see the rest of Lances body if just his face was so badly damaged.

What had he done! Had he really been that wild? How do you even bruise someone there? He knew he would transform into his Galra state last night; but he never thought that this would happen. What had he done!

Finally the shock and horror and anger towards himself built up and Keith exploded in a massive cry. The Cuban boy resting next to him jumped awake from his slumber, ready to attack.

Lance stopped mid sentenced and hissed in pain, holding his bruised ribs and shoulders.

This only made Keith panic even more, spluttering out apologies and cursing himself.

Upon realising his boyfriends distress, Lance let go of himself and stopped examining the damage; engulfing Keith in a massive hug, shushing him and telling him that it’s all okay.


“Hey, hey baby it’s fine. I’m okay. Please calm down.” He soothed as he wiggled closer to Keith.

Keith pushed him off and manically clambered over to the other corner of the queen sized mattress; concealing his lower half with the blanket, scared to let himself anywhere near Lance.

“No… no… don’t come near me.” He struggled to catch his breath. Just as he would begin to calm down, one look at Lance would send sobs wracking through his body and he would be back to square one.

He wanted to look away but he couldn’t. Scratches, bite marks and bruises marked every inch of lances chest, arms and neck.

“I’m so sorry Lance. I’ll, I’ll never do it again, I’m so sorry.” He whimpered.

“No Keith please. Last night was so much fun. I wouldn’t have let you do anything if I wasn’t okay with it. I knew you would turn Galra. That’s what excited me. Please Keith, come here.” He told his boyfriend, stretching out his long, injured arms.

“No I can’t. I’ll hurt you. I’ll never forgive myself. I, I hate what I am.” His voice was barely a whisper as he spoke. His throat was sore from crying, mixed with just waking up, it was raspy and so hoarse.

Lance didn’t know what to say after that. He took a proper look at himself for the first time since being woken up. There wasn’t a visible spot on him that was mark free. It was a lot to take in, but to be honest he was proud to bare every single one of them. He was Keith’s and he wouldn’t mind if everyone knew. Last night had been the best night of his life. He would 100% do it again.

But Lance looked back over to Keith to see him resorted to laying his head between his knees, shaking and cursing himself, over and over, telling himself that he was a monster.

Lance never wanted Keith to feel like this. He tried to get to his knees, but any movement sent waves of pain shooting from his lower half to every other part of his body. Man they were rough.

He wanted to wince, cry out, hold his injuries to dull the pain. But nothing he was going through could be nearly as bad as how Keith was feeling about himself. And that was the priority to Lance.

He moved slowly over to where Keith was and carefully wrapped him in another bare hug. Keith was to upset to protest.

“I love you.” He whispered in Keith’s ear before kissing the side of his head. Keith didn’t budge and continued to tremble. Lance slowly moved down to kiss behind his ear then down under his jaw before Keith pulled away.

He looked at Lance in the eyes and sighed exhaustedly. Lance’s heart broke at the sight of red and puffy eyed Keith; out of breath and cheeks streaked from crying.

Lance never broke eye contact as he rested there foreheads together.

They breathed together in sync for a few seconds before Lance couldn’t help but smile. They had really just done that, IT!

Soon Keith bore a smile to match and they found themselves exchanging small chuckles to each other.

“Well, we better find the big sweaters and turtle necks.” Joked Lance, which made Keith feel really guilty and tear up a little again but he sniffed it all up and just nodded his head in response.

“I wonder if anyone heard us.” Lance added.
This only made Keith’s eyes grow to the size of some of the hickeys on Lances chest. And that’s saying something.

Compliments And Complements

Originally posted by 0chlophobia

Pairing: Hannah Baker x Fem!Reader

Request: “I was wondering if you could write a Hannah baker x fem reader for your prompt 28 “you look sexy in these glasses” Thank you! I absolutely love reading your stuff!:) Have a great day:)”

“Pls do more Hannah Baker imagines!!! I can’t think of any ideas to request right now tho lol but I’d love to see more imagines with her”


28. “You look sexy in these glasses.”

Word count: 1.421

Posted: 13th of May 2017

A/N: Another Hannah imagine is up! I was posting this last night, but I fell asleep before finishing it. I was so tired and I am so so sorry! I hope that you enjoy this one and you can always send me some feed backs about it. I hope you have a nice day and thank you for requesting!

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests of my prompt imagines! Sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name. A little bit of swearing

It was your free day and, luckily, you haven’t got any extra school activities to attend to. You needed a break from school because you were so stressed for your homework and group projects, for your needy teachers and for some shitty students that kept on fantasizing about the ass and the body of your girlfriend, Hannah.

“Hey, (Y/N).” You shook your head to bring yourself back to the reality. You looked at Hannah, who was sitting on the driver’s seat, and she had her sweet and lovely smile, one of the things you really loved in her. “We’re here.”

“Oh, sorry.” You laughed a little bit and you left a quick peck on her lips, earning some soft giggles from her. “Let’s go.”

“Yup.” You both got out of her car and you entered the mall with your hands tightly intertwined.

During the first months of your relationship, you were both afraid to hold each other’s hands in public because of people’s prejudices, but then you became more confident as the time passed by. You would still get some dirty looks from the people or you would still hear some judging mumbles behind you, but you would just shrug them off. You loved Hannah and you would never be ashamed of her, of your relationship, because you hadn’t got a reason to be one and you were proud of what you had with her.

“Finally, relax!” You heard Hannah exclaiming. You let out a heavy sigh of relief as you agreed with your cheerful girlfriend. “We both needed this.”

“I know, right?” You both laughed thoughtlessly as you lingered your relaxing day together.

You were happy that you’ve got some time to spend with Hannah. At least, she would stop thinking of those bullies, of the list that someone evil has created. She was giving weight to herself for something that those assholes have done and she wouldn’t stop thinking of it. Sometimes she would even feel observed by the people, while they fantasized of her butt. People sucked, didn’t they?

“What would you like to do, babe?” Hannah happily asked and it was obvious in her voice that she was so excited to spend some time with you too. She appeared less pensive and less absorbed in her thoughts.

“What do you suggest?” You smiled at her as you passed by different type of shops and restaurants. You never planned your dates with Hannah, you’ve always went with the flow and followed where your feet led you. It was unpredictable, more fun and less delusional.

“Wait,” She suddenly stopped in front of a shop and she tightened her grip on your hand to stop you. “Mum is planning on buying some eyeglasses and she asked me a favour, to look for something that might fit her well or something that doesn’t cost that much.”

“Sure!” You smiled at her and she smiled back at you before she dragged you to the store in front of you. “Olivia’s eye-sight is getting worse?”

“She told me so.” She raised her shoulders as she answered you. She then left your hand and headed to one of the shelves full of glasses. “She’s aging too fast because of the store, the stress.”

You nodded your head as you roamed your eyes around the shop. You were surrounded by different shelves with some different type of eyeglasses and sunglasses. There were shelves with boxes of contact lenses too, divided by their colours.

“Babe, how do I look with these?” Hannah called your attention and you smiled at her while walking towards her. You admired as the glasses enhanced her face and her eyes.

You look sexy in these glasses.” You honestly complimented her and she formed a big and wide smile on her red and full lips. You knew that she felt confident whenever you would give her some compliments and you loved her even more because she wasn’t one of those people who brag about their looks and their beautiful features.

“Flatterer!” She bit her lip as she tried to hide her red rosy cheeks. She was blushing and you couldn’t help but smile because of it.

“I was just stating the truth, my lady!” You rolled your eyes as you gently nudged her.

“Fine!” She raised her hands in defense and you both let out some loud laughs. She tried other different glasses, forgetting that she was looking at them for her lovely mother.

“These glasses would complement me to admire your ass better, Hannah!” You both turned around to reveal yourselves Marcus Cole, one of the maniacs who has always spat rude and sexual comments after the list at school.

“You would complement that trash bin if you threw yourself in there, Marcus!” You sassily replied as you defended your now hurt and sad girlfriend. How could something go wrong just like that?

“Wow, what a great compliment, (Y/N)!” Marcus smirked as he noticed how annoyed you were. Hannah took the glasses off her face and she stood beside you as she observed Marcus carefully.

“Get over yourself, Marcus!” You rolled your eyes as you lividly slapped Marcus on one of his cheeks. A loud and sharp clack was heard in the shop as you dealt with your aching and throbbing hand. You saw Marcus with his eyes wide open as he dealt with the sharp tingling sensation on his face. Your little group gained some attention from the crowd and they gave you some dirty looks because of it.

“(Y/N).” Hannah softly murmured to say that you didn’t have to do such thing.

Marcus was so rude to Hannah and you couldn’t stand that. Hannah was always the passive one, the one who’ve just received insults and abuses from people and she would never defend herself.

You were the exact opposite, you would always defend yourself with some heavy words, but words weren’t always enough to stop people from being annoying and assholes, they would always cross your line, if you ever let them to, even just once.

“You would pay for this, (Y/L/N)!” Marcus threatened you as you tightly grabbed Hannah’s hand. You bumped Marcus’ shoulder as you walked pass through him.

“What would you do, Cole? Humiliate me in public, just like what I did to you right now?” You harshly asked him and you waited for his answer but he remained silent. “You better behave yourself, if you don’t want to lose your fucking valedictorian shit title.”

You dragged Hannah out of the shop, while she silently apologized to the people in the store, and you continued on walking angrily, not taking care of the stares of these curious people. Why didn’t they mind their own business?

“Hey!” Hannah sweetly stopped you as she caressed your hand. “Thank you for defending me.” She gave you a sweet kiss on your cheek, calming your rage a little bit.

“Anything for you, beautiful.” You faced her and you gave her a true and wide smile. You might have made a scene in front of some people, but you didn’t care about it. You did it for Hannah and you believed that you just did the right thing. “Just don’t listen to those maniacs, okay?”

“I will try!” She suddenly wrapped her arms around you and you hugged her even tighter. “I love you, Babe.”

“I love you too, love.” You replied as you left a sweet kiss on her cheek. You hugged each other in the middle of the mall and you didn’t care of what people might think of you.

“You are the best!” Hannah whispered in a sweet voice and you admitted that she made you smile with those four words, shooing the anger that your body emanated.

“Flatterer!” You playfully said and she shook her head.

“I was just stating the truth, my lady.” She said as she copied what you had said to her before. You both let out some soft and contagious laughs to shake the bad thoughts off, you should be happy and not sad.

In fact, you were happy because Hannah was with you and she was happy because you were with her. Only God knew how much you completed each other’s lives. She was weak, but you helped her to be strong, you helped her to stand up for herself and to be brave. You helped her to be a better person and you saved her, you saved her from drowning in a sea full of shitty stuffs from shitty people.


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Prompt: Heyy, if you’re up for it, can I request an imagine where Negan was coach before the apocalypse (your 18-19 now) and  he finds you by  the road, realising you were his student and he takes you back to the Sanctuary and is really protective of you?? Sorry if it’s too long, love your blog <3 – Via @maddiemoo16602

Ships: None
Words: 1,369
Warnings: Curses
Category: Angst with a dash of fluff


You were walking down a street of an abandoned town, dilapidated houses either side of you. You kept your eyes peeled for any sort of movement. You heard nothing except the winds rushing through broken windows and long absent streets.

Ivy crawled up the once neatly panelled houses like a parasite. The neatly trimmed lawns and flowers which may have once been well kept and colourful were now overgrown with weeds which had killed the beautiful roses and daisies that once bloomed there long ago.

Your stomach rumbled as it had been for the past week. You had eaten nothing but a dead rat and even then you only ate half of it, its milky eyes felt although it was staring at you from beyond the grave.

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