I see prompts are open yay! Please tell me all about Ford finding out about Bitty and Jack.
is interesting, because I don’t feel like it’d be an announcement, but just
something Ford finds out when Jack visits or the like. I mean, it could go the
other way, like Lardo could be, “heads up, Bitty’s dating our ex-captain” and
Ford would be like, “okay? why are you telling me?” (She’s a theatre background,
what is a Bad Bob to her?) I think she’d be pretty chill with it, and coming
from theatre, like being gay is not an issue, esp in college (and even at the
professional level) and esp if we go with the oft reblogged “Ford is gay”
is a small fic that is only half based on the above…
checks the dozens of pages Lardo has given her for the upcoming roadie. She
thought dealing with dressing room allocation was hard (and it is, one hundred
percent) but figuring out room allocations is somehow worse, particularly when
she’s new, and hockey players are more superstitious than the girl who played
Johanna in Sweeney.
was it I’m meant to pair Oliver with?” Ford asks, grabbing for the red pen
she’d stuck into her bun earlier. She comes out with a green one. It’ll do.
But really, he’d be fine with any of the guys in his year.”
makes a note on one of the pages. “Okay, then I think I’m–Oh, shit.”
it?” Lardo looks up from her sketchbook.
double checks through all her sheets before she says anything. She’s not
worrying, because there’s no time for that, she’s just already hating the
amount of extra work she’ll need to do to fix things.
left Eric, um, Bitty,” Ford corrects herself, still getting used to hockey
nicknames, “off the rooming list.”
Nah, you’re good.”
Lardo goes back to her drawing. “He stays with his boyfriend when we’re
playing up there.”
He’s in Providence. And he’ll drive Bitty to the games and practices and stuff. Should’ve emailed you that. My bad.”
“That’s fine.” Ford grabs another pen from her hair, forgetting she already has one in
front of her. It’s red this time. “Just thought I was going to have to redo an
entire afternoon’s worth of work.”
Lardo says. “I can see why the minor freak out.”
you, I did not freak out.” It’s half a lie. Ford has so many notes on these
sheets, but she’s not freaking out, she’s managing. It’s all part of it.
Lardo looks up and smiles at her. “Knew you’d be fine at this.”
takes the compliment with a gracious nod, and goes back to ticking off the rooming
list against the team names. All accept Eric.
Hey guys! Here’s another oneshot for you. I wrote this when I was really mad one day and it actually made me feel a whole lot better! Lesson learned, when upset write some Bucky fluff. I hope you guys enjoy, I really like this one. Happy Saturday!
Warnings: angry reader that turns into crazy fluff
Note: The reader has powers similar to Wanda’s, kind of a telekenesis that you’re still learning to use.
Steve, Bucky and Sam were in the corner of the gym, filling their water bottles, their foreheads dripping with sweat and their tinted cheeks warm from their workout. Their chests were still rising and falling more rapidly than usual as they joked with each other and set up plans for later that night.
The endorphins running through their systems had them on cloud nine. You, however, felt the opposite.
You hadn’t even bothered to change your clothes before blasting into the gym and hoofing it over to the punching bags that were hanging from the ceiling, waiting for you to take everything out on them.
But Steve got in your way.
“Hey, (Y/N), what-”
“I’ll fix it Steve!” you snapped, making him back off.
He crawled back over to the corner and took his water bottle from Bucky who had been holding it for him. You didn’t miss Bucky’s wide, slightly fearful eyes.
You pulled your sweatshirt over your head and threw it on the floor, your agitated powers making slide further away than you planned. Left in your leggings and thin tank top, you started throwing punches into the bag in front of you, making it sway back and forth. Even it was afraid of you today.
“She did that? Tony’s pissed about that.” Sam whispered.
“Her powers are linked to her emotions. She’s… having a rough day.” Steve tried to defend you.
“Seems like more than just a rough day. Did you see what she did to that-” Steve stuck out his hand to quiet him, but you had heard Sam’s mumbling.
“You’re next if you don’t shut up, Sam.”
Sam didn’t dare stick around to see if you’d keep your word. But Steve couldn’t leave you like this.
“Hey, why don’t you tell me what’s going on, try to calm down.”
“This is calming me down,” you sneered with a hard punch.
Bucky’s eyes were snapping from you to Steve like he was watching a ping pong match.
“Come on, (Y/N),” Steve continued.
“I’m fine, leave me alone.”
“At least wrap your hands.”
“I don’t need it, Steve.”
“Yes you do, here.”
“I don’t need it!” You wailed and sent the punch bag across the room, ripping it off its hook with your powers.
Steve stared at the bag in complete astonishment. He’d never seen you use your powers for anything destructive, and he had definitely never seen you yell at anyone. Exasperated, he finally gave up. He stalked out of the room with his hands surrendered in the air with a sharp “Fine.”
You moved to another bag a few feet away and started hitting into it, ignoring the sting on your knuckles from the harsh fabric. You were so engrossed in your abuse, you didn’t notice Bucky quietly standing next to you. After a particularly hard hit, you returned your wrists to your home position in front of your face. You jumped in surprise when he grabbed your right forearm and started folding the black, cotton wrap around your hands.
“By the time you’re done, your knuckles will be raw,” he mumbled.
Within seconds, he was done and walking out of the gym. A pang of guilt ravaged your gut, you had never snapped at the guys before. You decided to ignore your sinking stomach and continue taking your anger out on the bag, you would apologize later.
You carried on until you could hardly lift your arms, thankful for the wrap around your knuckles. You couldn’t imagine what your hands would look like if Bucky hadn’t helped you.
The thought made you smile. You and Bucky weren’t very close, but you still work together, counted on each other out in the field. Though you would never say it out loud, you knew he could read you like a book. The one thing you and him had in common was your stubborn attitude, and he knew how to handle you like no one else on the team did.
Your rambling brain stopped as soon as you jumped in the shower. The hot water soothed your muscles and ran down your skin, leaving streaks in its path. You concentrated on the steam rising in the shower stall and fogging up the glass instead of replaying your awful day in your mind, which you had a habit of doing.
You stood under the water until it ran cold, and only then did you shut it off and change into your favorite pair of pajamas. They were soft and cozy, the shirt was light and the pants long enough to cover your toes.
As you were running a comb through your tangled, damp hair, your stomach rumbled, begging for some kind of dinner. You sighed, knowing that the guys would be downstairs and this was your chance to apologize for being so rude and downright mean to them in the gym.
The elevator led you to the kitchen and before the doors even opened you smelled the scent of delicious pizza. Your mouth began to water and your tummy growled in anticipation.
You walked into the room and received a loud greeting from the guys who were sprawled out on the couches in front of the television.
“Hey! There she is!”
“We have pizza!”
“And movies. All the ones you like.”
Sam’s body was taking up the entire couch, his feet hanging off the arm rest and his arms held high in the air. Bucky was sitting in the lounge chair next to him, grinning brightly at you, and Steve got up from the chair across the way and started walking over to you.
“What? What is this?” you couldn’t hide your excitement or your astonishment.
“We’re having a movie night. Only if you want to though.” Steve slung his arm around you and walked you over to the kitchen counter holding boxes of your favorite pizza.
“We wanted to apologize for being up your butt today at the gym. We just hate seeing our little ray of sunshine upset.” He mussed your damp hair and you scoffed at his teasing.
Steve, not knowing his own strength, pulled you into a one arm hug that resulted in your head being pushed into his arm pit. As you pushed him away, you felt the sting in your arms from your workout earlier. When your giggles ceased, you became much more serious.
“I’m the one who needs to apologize. I was downright mean today and-”
“(Y/N), shut up and eat your pizza!” Sam yelled from the couch, interrupting you.
Steve handed you a plate from the cupboard. You took it with a smile and sighed. “Okay, okay.”
You caught Steve before he made to return to his spot in front of the television. “Steve, uh, thanks,” you said quietly. A movie night was just what you needed.
“Oh, it wasn’t me. This was Bucky’s idea,” he said to you and then turned away and plopped down on the couch, leaving you with a gaping jaw. You caught your pizza slice before it fell on the floor and took a bite, your eyes still wide in surprise.
While Sam was starting up your favorite movie you inhaled your first piece of pizza and hurried to grab another and make it to the couch before the credits started. The familiar music made your heart swell, as did being surrounded by your friends. They were pretty special, you decided.
As the movie went on and the warmth from the pizza fizzed away, you began to feel the chill that was almost always in the tower. You regretted only wearing a thin t-shirt when you felt how cold your skin was.
Luckily, hanging on the arm rest next to you was a familiar looking dark green hoodie. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I throw this on?” you whispered, earning a scowl from Sam who always hated when someone interrupted his Disney movies.
“Not mine,” he mouthed. Then he pointed to Bucky, telling you it was his.
Your head snapped to the right to find Bucky already looking at you. You weren’t sure how he would feel about you borrowing his clothes, so you stood up and whispered, “I’ll just go get one of mine, be right ba-”
“No, no, just wear mine. It’s okay.” Bucky stuck his hand out to stop you from going anywhere. He grinned and nodded again to tell you he was sure.
You smiled in thanks and plopped down on the couch again, slipping your arms into the over sized sleeves and plunging your head through the hood. You wanted to stay inside, it smelled so good. It didn’t smell like cologne or anything you were familiar with. It just smelled like Bucky, not that you noticed he had a distinct smell before you buried yourself in his sweatshirt. But now that you did, you never wanted to smell anything else. You could even go without the smell of delicious pizza if you could always have the scent of old timey soap and after shave ghosting through your senses.
However, you tried to be a normal human and when you emerged from the hoodie, you pulled your hair out of the neck and snuggled into the extra fabric that was wrapped around you. You hoped Bucky didn’t noticed how you pulled the sleeves over your hands and brought them up to your face so every inhale was laced with his scent.
Two movies later, the gang admitted their sleepiness. Sam turned off the TV and you offered to put the pizza away and clean up the kitchen. It was the least you could do, this whole shindig was for you, after all.
You started putting leftover pizza into plastic baggies as you said goodnight to the guys. Sam ruffled your hair and Steve smoothed your locks back down and kissed your forehead before they both headed upstairs.
You piled the empty boxes on the counter and turned to shut the light off before you finished wiping off the counter. When you turned back, the boxes were gone and Bucky was standing there, sponge in hand. His dark figure made you jump out of your skin and squeal softly.
“Jeez, Buck, you startled me. I didn’t know you were still down here,” you said with a hand covering your thundering chest.
“Well, I couldn’t just let you clean all this up by yourself,” he said softly, rinsing off the dirty sponge and setting it on the side of the sink.
It was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room was the buzz of the refrigerator. Your nervous habit of tucking your hair behind your ear struck again, but it made you notice the thick green material covering your fingers.
“Oh, here, thanks for this,” you said as you started taking off his sweatshirt.
“No, it’s okay, keep it for now, it’s chilly in here. You can give it to me tomorrow,” he rambled.
“Okay. It is really warm, I might just steal it.” You winked.
“It looks good on ya, brings out your pretty eyes.” His surge of confidence quickly melted away as he cleared his throat and continued to babble. “Uh, it’s from the army. That’s why it’s so warm, they don’t make stuff like that anymore.”
You giggled and then hummed in agreement. You looked down at your hands and wrung them together, the sting from the punching bag reminding you about the guilt you still felt from this morning.
“I’m sorry I was such a jerk today. Um, thanks for…” you lifted your sleeve covered hand, “helping me.”
“Hey, we all have our days,” he said, taking your raised hand in his and rolling up the sleeve, showing your red knuckles. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently ran his fingers over the red marks. He shook his head and breathed a laugh out his nose. “You’re stubborn as all hell, ya know that?”
Your eyes lifted from your hands to his smirk. “I’ve been told once or twice.”
He chuckled softly and you thought of what you could say to make him laugh again. It was a wonderful sound.
He covered your hand with the sleeve and returned it to your side. “Better lay off the punching bags for a few days.”
“Yes, Sergeant.” You said. He chuckled again and the sound made your chest swell.
You knew the conversation was over, but you didn’t want to leave him just yet. You leaned against the kitchen counter and played with your hair once again trying to find the right words to say.
“Steve told me this was your idea,” you said, implying the movie night.
“Punk,” he interjected, making you giggle.
“Thanks.” You said simply.
“Ya know, Steve calls you our ‘ray of sunshine,’” he mocked. “But it’s true. We just hate to see you upset. I hate to see you upset.” He admitted quietly.
What came out of his mouth was not what you expected. You didn’t know what to say. So you rose to your toes, placed a hand on his chest and kissed him quickly on the cheek before saying “Goodnight, Bucky,” and turning away.
You took two steps and you were about to enter the hallway when a hand wrapped around your wrist, turned you around, and pulled you into Bucky’s strong body. His lips quickly latched onto yours in a gentle kiss.
His hands cupped both sides of your face while yours settled on his waist. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and wrapped your arms around him and tugged on the back of his shirt. His fingers pushed through your hair and held your locks at the back of your head.
If you thought his scent was sweet when you pulled on his sweatshirt, now it was overwhelming. He swam around you and you happily drowned, never wanting to come up for air because it would mean being away from him.
His tongue begged for entrance and you eagerly allowed it, humming happily as it danced with yours and allowed you to taste even more of him. Your brain convinced you if you didn’t touch every inch of him, you’d combust, so you complied. Your fingertips came around from his back and up his chest, pushing his to land on your hips. As your hands wrapped around his neck and tangled in the hair there, his lifted the sweatshirt just enough for his fingertips to land on your skin and leave flames behind.
It felt like years passed, but you wouldn’t mind spending your entire life in his position. Everything he did was so gentle, you’d never felt anything like it. It was addicting. Now that you had a taste of him, you never wanted to let go, and from the way his body was glued to yours, you knew he felt the same way.
You finally pulled away but only far enough to grab a breath. He rested his forehead on yours and held you tightly around your waist.
“If I knew you were going to kiss me back like that I would have done it ages ago.”
You breathed out a laugh and pulled back and looked into his clear blue eyes. Even in the dark they sparkled.
“Well, now you know,” you laughed, running your hand through his hair and trying to memorize the way the his lips curled into that bright toothy smile. You’d never seen him smile like that.
Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester
Word count: 2163
Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride.
Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.
Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got.
Without further ado. Enjoy <3
You hated the
hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your
life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and
bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry
snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was
just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.
You stared at the
clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t
important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that
morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.
Maybe you should
The sound of the
bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running
towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave
out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath.
“Hi there, Y/N.”
Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”
“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured?
youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question
at a time, champ.”
eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident
swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his
forehead puckered just a tiny little
“Where is Dean?”
“Um,” he started,
rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”
“Sam.” you tried
again, a bit more forceful. “Where is
And then, right before
he could actually reply, a little kid
with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view,
wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.
Tbh the time skip between seasons 2 and 3 of Young Justice better be like two years or less. They’ll all be adults if the show does another five year time skip. As much as I love team 2.0, I won’t be able to handle another drastic team switch. That’s just too much.
Bonding for Tim, Conner, and Bart just because they are the OG
YJ team from the comics. Like have them team up on a mission or something.
Barbara Gordon as Oracle, Cassandra Cain as Batgirl, and at least one scene with Stephanie Brown as Spoiler. Because Batfam.
Jason Peter Todd. Because you can’t tease him that much in season 2 and then not use him in season 3.
Red Hood needs to be developed throughout the season. Starting off as an antagonist/ anti-hero and work/ be worked back into the team and then in the last episode of the season, he needs to work it out with Bruce ( at least a little bit)
The return of Wally West as the actual “Fastest Man Alive”
Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy need to be villains together and flirt the whole time they are fighting with the team
Artemis and Bart bonding moments as themselves and as Tigress and Kid Flash
When Wally returns, he should let Bart stay as Kid Flash. By this time, Iris will have had the twins and this would give Barry the opportunity to “retire” and formally give Wally the mantle of Flash
A young version of Kyle Rayner as the team’s own personal Green Lantern
At the end of the season, Damian walks in with Talia and a bunch of ninjas and just says the “Father, I thought you’d be taller” line from Son of Batman. Then all of the Justice League, Team, and Batfam is like “Uh, Bruce?!”
Dick Grayson has to be appropriately distant from the rest of the team at the beginning because he thinks that Wally’s “death” was his fault and that he was a terrible team leader and that everyone hates him (even though no one thinks that)
Roy, Cheshire, and Lian moments
“Original” Roy and Jason Todd are like besties
Tim teaching Cass how to read
Donna coming back and Cassie totally freaking out while Diana just smiles in the background
Lagoon Boy better either be off the team or have a major attitude adjustment (preferably off the team)
Clark and Conner are having family bonding time and then BAM Kara’s pod finally arrives on earth
Raven, Starfire, and Cyborg are all on the team. No explanation. They don’t even need to speak. They just need to be there.
(A/N) How goes my fellow nut busters? I’m jumping right onto the request train by giving you some fluffy and a little smutty study partner Taeyong! While our resident being of perfection may have enough sex appeal to shut down a male stripper convention, I think Taeyong/s sweeter side needs a bit more loving too. So I hope y’all enjoy this one because it was really fun to write!!
Staring out the window of your classroom like some angsty anime character was one of your favorite pastimes. You wished every waking hour you were in this hell hole of a school to be outside, riding your bike through the streets, picking flowers in the park, playing in the stream that ran through town, anything but this class.
It’s not like you were bad at writing and literature, in fact, you were exceptional, the brightest in your class. But you hated the teacher, hated what he made you write. You didn’t want to write about the characters in a Greek tragedy, you didn’t want to analyze Jane Austin, you wanted to write soaring stories about adventurers, magic, and romance. This class made you despise writing, and you loathed that, because writing was one of your secret passions.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Fantasy/College AU)
Summary: An angel from heaven is sent back to Earth to prevent college senior Bucky Barnes from ending his life. But here’s the catch - she only has seventeen days to do it.
A/N: from this point on, i’ll be doing an extended author’s note at the end of every chapter so i’m not ruining the chapter in this note. tags have been kooky with me, but the tagging list for this story is still open! -j. x
He easily pulls you up onto your feet in a fluid motion. “Hey, sorry about that. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” he apologizes.
“Oh no, I’m the idiot looking at my phone and - oh, thank you,” you beam as he bends over to picks up both your phone and suitcase for you. You suppress the appreciative sigh bubbling up your throat as you get a good view of his butt.
Thank you, indeed.
“Why are you lugging around a huge suitcase in the middle of the -” He pauses as he catches your expression of admiration. “Hold up, were you just checking out my ass?”
Rapidly blinking doesn’t help your brain come up with an excuse, so you own up to the question with a sheepish shrug. “Sorry, but it’s a really nice ass,” you confess. “You must do, like, a million squats a day or something.”
A pleased look crosses his face. One hand goes on his hip while the other coquettishly bats the air. “Stop, girl. You’re making me blush,” he unabashedly grins.
Outstretching two thumbs-up, you flash him a radiant smile. “Whatever you’re doing, continue it,” you encourage. “And sorry to bother you, but could you tell me where Pym Hall is? I was looking at the map on the school app, but it’s -”
“- Really small, like it’s made for ants, right?”
Your jaw slightly drops while your eyes arch upwards. “Those were my exact thoughts!” you exclaim with surprise.
“Good to know I’m not the only one who hates the map,” he chuckles. “Pym Hall is just across the quad. It’s the second building with the statue of the lion.” He pauses, his eyes dropping to your huge, green suitcase. “I could take you there if you want.”
“Oh, you really don’t have to.”
“Pym Hall doesn’t have any elevators.”
The polite rejection you’re about to deliver stops at your throat as you recall your room is on the third floor. A sheepish smile curls up and you push the suitcase his way. “I really appreciate it.”
“Hey, no problem. I have nothing better to do, might as well help out a pretty girl,” he winks.
Are all Earth boys super nice? With a smile big enough to light up a city, you hold out your hand, enthusiasm glittering from your eyes. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), by the way. I’m a transfer student.”
He grabs your hand and energetically pumps it up and down. “Sam Wilson, at your service.”
REQUEST: Can you please make an Oliver Queen x reader, where the reader gets hurt and Oliver takes care of them?? Ps: I absolutely love your blog❤️❤️
A/N: Thank you so much for this request and the lovely words! I had fun writing this. Sorry it’s on the short side, hope you like it!<3
Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader
Warnings: injured reader, fluff!!!
“This is ridiculous. I just need an ice pack and some painkillers and I’ll be-OW!” you shrieked as Oliver lifted up your injured foot, the swelling around your ankle had now come out and it looked more like a tennis ball than an ankle.
“What the hell was that for!” you hissed, glaring daggers at the man currently kneeling on the floor as he examined your injury.
He gave you concerned look. “You need this bandaged up, and you need to rest it for a few days. That means no training and no missions.”
You gave him an incredulous look, he couldn’t seriously expect you to be alright with that.
“Oh, come on,” you groaned. “I’ve literally been shot at, chased, kidnapped, arrested- all in the past year while working with you, and you’re putting me out for a freakin’ sprained ankle?”
I mean, I just finished the book and I don’t know how I feel. I think I need therapy after this, specially if I’ll have to wait 2 GODDAMN YEARS to put my hands on QoAaD.
I’ve managed to put my thoughts in order because this book left me with so many questions and too little answers, and I need to share them with someone.
-First things first, I can’t be the only one that is sure that this boy Ash is the son of Sebastian and the Queen, AND the secret deadly weapon Sebastian left behind after his death. RIGHT???? And if I remember correctly, he seemed to be standing on a weapons room that had a symbol similar to the one of the Unseelie King. Maybe the Queen also thinks she should be queen of both realms and wants to put her son on the Unseelie throne? I know she promised the Shadowhunters to put Adaon on the throne, but she could very well do that and kill him five seconds after to put her own son instead, and still wouldn’t count as lying.
-Second, now that Robert is dead, the deal he made with Emma and Julian about Emma’s exile is obviously cancelled. What the hell are they gonna do now about the parabatai curse? The only options I can find right now are a) Using the wicked solution that comes with the Black Volume and b) Summoning an angel. Cassandra hinted recently on her tumblr that angels might have a part to play in QoAaD.
-I think Julian is gonna be totally insane after what happened to Livvy. Like, I think is gonna cross the line between morally ambiguous and pure psycho. I think he’s gonna blame himself and go paranoid about his other siblings and protecting what’s left of his family, and that can’t lead to anything good.
-mY POOR TY OMG. I don’t know how he’s going to cope with this, my pure, beautiful child. On a side note, Kit and him are SO gay for each other.
-I can’t be the only one who’s dying to know who Kit’s mom is, right? It seems to be something odd going on about that. Like when Hypathia (I think it was her) asks him who his mom is at the shadow market, he says he doesn’t know and she looks at him in surprise like she knew something he didn’t. Or when the Ridder tells him he knows him and asks him who he is. I have this theory that Kit’s mom was a shadowhunter that left him and his dad, or that maybe was killed or severely punished for being with a “mundane”, and that’s why Johnny hated nefilim so bad.
-And last but not least… AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT REALIZED THAT RAGNOR FELL IS ALIVE????????????? I mean, the strange warlock that was willing to help the nefilim children at the shadow market. The concealing of his appearance. The green skin. The “call me Shade, though that’s not my real last name”. The fact that he disappeared when he saw Magnus. The fact that Cassie said once that he is the only character she truly regrets having killed. HE IS RAGNOR FELL, RAGNOR FELL IS ALIVE, FIGHT ME.
I used to hate the color of my eyes cause they weren’t blue or green or gray, just plain ol’ brown. But then, this one time during lunch at 10th grade, the boy I liked was talking about something to his friends at our table when he suddenly stopped talking and told his friends to look at me. He literally told every single person eating at our table to stop whatever they were doing to look at my eyes because “it’s beautiful, look at how it changes color when the sunlight hits it just right. Look at it!” My face began to blush at the complimemt and the attention so everyone was telling him to stop being annoying and to apologize for bothering me, and all I could do was cover my face with my hands to hide the smile forming on my lips. I started loving my eye color after that, it’s been four years since.
Name/Nickname: my name is evelyn you can call me eve :) Where you’re from?: Spain Favourite colour: Green and purple Do you like spicy food: yeah Biggest fear(s): i guess getting hate? dunno. Top 3 hobbies: play games and watch YT How many siblings you have: a younger brother iPhone or Android: Android Somewhere you’d love to visit: Ireland and canada :) If you could meet one person, who would it be: all of my friends online
Artist/band you’d love to see in concert: probably NSP or nate Favourite YouTubers: oh boy here we go: jacksepticeye markiplier pewdiepie natewantstobattle mandopony crankgameplays game grumps lordminion777 muyskerm (idk how to write his username) seagull Favourite thing about yourself: i dont really like myself. Something you’re looking forward to: RYC 100 from Sean <3 tag 10: mkay. @painttoolsighs@mimiloverfox@kurokeiko@atomiktaco and evrybody else that wants to do it!
Bellamy Blake:Itall started when you got out of your tent in daze. You had tunnel vision as your grasped someone shoulder. It turned out to be Clarke as she turned you fell to the ground.
“BELLAMY!” She shouted as Bellamy turned around, wide eyes as he saw you collapse. Running over he picked you up and took you into the Ark. He saw how sweaty you were as he laid you down. He brushed the hair off your face as he fought back a sob.
‘B-Bellamy. It hurts.” You whispered as you looked up at him with tear filled eyes.
“I-I know princess but you have to stay with me okay?! Don’t you clock out on me now baby.” He whispered as he ran his hands through your sweaty, wet hair. He didn’t leave your side at all. People bringing his meals which he motioned for them to leave. He never let go of your hand. He only left when he needed to use the bathroom and even then he wouldn’t be gone for 5 minutes.
“Y-you have to eat Bellamy.” You murmured weakly. He shot up as he inspected your body. You coughed and he quickly sat you up.
“Your fevers broke.” He whispered hopefully. “You’re okay…you’ll be okay.” he insisted with tear filled eyes. He pulled you into his chest.
“You’ll be okay.”
John Murphy: Murphy was sick and he knew it. But the plus side he was getting better. He was just kept in quarantine to prevent further infections. He was use to the other being set next to him and some not making it out.
Today was no different. He sat with his eyes closed till someone burst in holding a body. He sat up as he recognized the figure.
“(Y/n)?” He whispered. Bellamy laid her on the cot beside him and he noticed the blood under her eyes. He couldn’t speak as they fixed her.He reached for her hand but Bellamy ripped it from him.
“We don’t need you getting sick again.” Bellamy grumbled.
“You rip my girlfriends hand away from me and you’ll lose yours.” Murphy snarled as he looked at you as you coughed wildly.
“Make it stop Murphy.” You cried out in pain. Murphy sniffed as you passed out. He refused to leave or take his eyes off of you.
“Stay with me babe.” He begged as your eyes fluttered open.
Jasper Jordan: Jasper knew there was a sickness was going around he knew no one was safe. He went with some others to get medicine. When he came back Monty was waiting for him at the gate.
“Don’t…” He whispered as Monty nodded. Jasper stifled a cry as he was led to where you laid unconscious. Your hair all sprawled out as you were pale.
“How long has…has she been like this.” He asked Clarke as he fought a sob.
“Since you left yesterday.” Jasper’s eyes fell back to you.
“We’ve done all we can. She just has to fight and wake up.” She tried as Jasper stared blankly. You didn’t wake up for another day. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt Jasper stroking your hair.
“Good morning.” He chuckled airily.
“What did I miss.” You smiled weakly.
Monty Green: Monty had done his best to keep you from the sickness but the moment he turned to see you with blood streaming down your face as you slowly fell forward, he knew what was happening.
Monty relentlessly tried to find a cure and visited you and hated seeing you so sick as you looked up at him with pleading eyes.
“Help…” You whispered as your eyes shut as he wiped the blood from your face. He only worked when you were asleep. He tried to take his mind off. He ended up visiting you one day to being help sitting up with Bellamy and Clarke.
“Fever’s broke.” Clarke stated as his eyes widened.
“You’re okay. You’re going to be okay. Thank god….I can’t lose you.”
Lincoln: Lincoln hoped and prayed to anything listening that you wouldn’t catch it. He hoped. Till one day when you faced him with blood pouring from your eyes as you fell from your horse.
He immediately took you to Clarke as he begged her with every being to help you. He could only see you at night considering the circumstances. Every time you woke up with a new flower in your head. You’d merely smile before going back to sleep.
He’d ask Clarke when you’d be better every time. He’d sit and stroke your hair and trace patterns on your arms. One day you woke up smiling. Clarke checked your temperature before smiling.
“It’s broke.” And with that he’d sigh as he scooped you up. You left the next night.
“You scared me half to death.”
“Death didn’t like me much.” You chuckled clutching him tightly.
Roan: Roan was aware of a sickness circling Polis. So he kept you in as much as he could. Knowing the sickness was taking some in terrible ways. But when he found you collapsed near your bed he lost it.
He demanded Polis’s best healers and threatened that if you didn’t recover, he would inflict injures they wouldn’t recover from.
He stayed by your side the whole time. Holding your hand and being there when you burst into coughing fits. Occasionally wiping some blood from your face as he grimicaed at your weak nature.
“Roan please make it stop.” You begged as you sobbed in pain. He couldn’t watch. One night he waited out the doors waiting for the healers words.
“She is healing. Count yourself lucky my king.” He burst in as you sat up weakly. He clutched you closely as you hugged him tightly.
Yall imagine Lance slowly realizing that Matt is taking over his place. At first it was with Shiro and Pidge, he over heard them say “wow you might just be out next sharp shooter with that aim you got there.” At first he ignores it and thinks that they both just missed Matt and know that he’s the team’s sharpshooter. Right? Then it was Keith he knew that him and Keith didn’t have the best of relationships but he hoped that Keith at least counted him as a close friend because he was practically family to Lance. He noticed during they invited Matt to a practice training simulation. He heard Keith talking with Matt while they were taking a break. “Wow your really good, you’re even better than Lance and he’s been a paladin for quite sometime. If you guys had a fight you’d probably win!” He knew that Keith didn’t mean that but it still hurt him, he knew that he wasn’t the best when it came to hand to hand combat he was better when it was long-distance. That was the day Lance realized that maybe he should also work hard and become better hand to hand combat. Then it was Allura and Coran, they quickly took a liking to the green paladins brother and often watched him interact they were becoming very secretive and we’re always looking at Lance with judgemental and sorry eyes and he had no idea why until one night. He was up late like always his insomnia preventing him to sleep so he figured he might as well practice on his hand to hand combat skills. On the way there he usually stops at the kitchen to get a water bottle or at least what they thought was a water bottle. He stopped when he heard and oran speaking in hushed voices in the kitchen he was about to leave them to their own private business until he heard them mention his name. “ -Lance. We don’t know what will happen. We don’t even know how the blue lion will react! Coran they have the most powerful bond out of the whole team. Quiznak! We know that if Matt joins the team then that means that we can-” He stopped listening after that he quickly left tears were forming but he quickly wiped them away because he knew that crying solves nothing. He went to the training deck and worked out his worries,sadness, and his anger. He didn’t stop until Hunk stopped the sequence. “Hey Lance go take a shower and go get some sleep alright. I don’t know how long you’ve been in here but go take a rest.” “your right hunk thanks for being here for m-” “-also i just wanna practice with matt he’s so cool he’s teaching me how to get better at hand to hand combat and were going to cook together! Isn’t that so exciting Lance wow i’m so excited-” By that time Lance had already ran off reality hitting him hard and that was when lance realised that he was no longer the 7th wheel. That was when he realised that he wasn’t even apart of this wheel anymore he had fallen off bored of the ship and no one had let go of the wheel to come get him. Lance had become more closed off and was always in his room unless it was for training or bonding exercises. He was waiting counting the days and it finally came he thought he could do this but knew deep inside him that he wasn’t prepared at all for this. It was right after dinner when Allura approached him. At first he was surprised because these couple of days he was the one who started intereactactions with the others but the surprises quickly faded and he realized that today was the day he’s thrown off the team. He was surprised that it last them this long to kick him off the team. Allura looked very uncomfortable so he decided he would be the first one to start this conversation “What did you want to tell me?” “This isn’t easy to say but i have to do what’s best for the team” “I trust you Allura. Do what you gotta do after all you’re the one who started this adventure i guess you can also be the one to finish ot am i right?” he laughed weakly. He saw a look of shock come from Allura and the gazes of everyone on him. “Matt will be the new blue paladin. He is good at piloting, is resources and knows how to shoot and fight. He will be a great asset to Voltron. While you were..” “..just a fill in until someone better comes along yeah i understand.After all i’m just a seventh wheel or now an eighth wheel since we have Matt.” He smiled at her masking his pain and feelings just like always. He looked at her again and said “ so when do I leave?” “She looked at him in surprise clearly not expecting him to be this calm. “I umm what?” She told him clearly dumbfounded. “I noticed that you we were getting closer to our galaxy and was getting ready because I knew this was going to happy so I was honestly just waiting for you guys to tell me. If I’m honest I’ve been knowing for quite some time.” “I umm we- yes indeed we will get there in 4 hours of your human time” “Okay then if no one minds I would like to spend my last couple of hours with blue please that’s the only wish I have.” “Yes please do as you wish with your last ricks here on the ship” They all watched him go a heavy feeling in there heart and with tears in there eyes. “Allura when we talked we didn’t mean this quick what happens to slow but steady!?” Whisper-shouted pudge “In times like this it’s best to rip the bandaid young paladins.” Said Coran in his authority voice. “Should we check up on him? Or do we just let him go?” “I agree with hunk what can we do as the leader we can’t let his last hours be like this can we?” “I have been so busy I don’t even know how he’s been I don’t even know if he’s eaten I’d been to caught up- oh no what if hates me I can’t can I please talk to him.” “I’m sorry hunk but this goes for all of us we should respect lances wishes but we can watch him from the cameras?” They all fled to the front of the castle where they all could watch the cameras. There they saw Lance walking to his room and then coming out with a suitcase and a green ribbon. From there they saw him walk to the hangers and expected the worse.
Lance had a feeling they were probably watching him to make sure he didn’t break down but was quickly reminded that no one has been paying attention to him these two weeks. He walked to his room got his suitcase filled with memories and a green ribbon or the sleeve to his favorite green jacket. He walked to the hanger where blue was. These past week she has been a peaceful humming sound for when he cries which is most nights. “Hey girl” his voice cracking as he goes to sit down in front of her with his head resting against her mouth. Oh god it hasn’t even been a minute and he’s already about to break down. “I need you to listen okay, I’m leaving I’ve finally been kicked off the team so you know what that means” he says while whipping the tears off his checks. The blue lion humming soft but with a hint of anger still listening. “I’m sorry I’m okay just let me calm down.” She hummed softly as he took a deep breath. “Since I’ve been kicked off that means I have to leave you and wait before you do anything please listen to me. I know we just met but I love you you’ve been there with me through many battles mentally and physically and your always calming me down when I get to worked up and I don’t know if I mean a lot to you but I hope I do because right your all I have. I want you to treat Matt good okay because he’s been through a lot and he’s better than me. I’m returning to earth which means you won’t be inside my head which means you won’t be able to feel me anymore so please don’t panic okay. Here’s a piece of my favorite jacket for my favorite girl.” As he got up to tie his jacket that was he realized that blue was whimpering he was so caught up on not crying that he didn’t realize that blue herself had started crying. He dropped to his knees and hugged her as he broke down. Blue telling him to fly away with her but he knew he couldn’t, he knew the consequence and broke down even more. After a couple of minutes he backed up and sat down in front of her agin ready to speack again. Blue was still unstable and was making sounds that sounded if she was crying that broaght the other lions closer to them. They all knew how powerful Lance and blues relationship was and even felt sorrow for Lance leaving. “ h-hey g-girl don’t cry come on if you cry I’ll c-cry m-m-more p-please b-blue” He waited for her as more tears spilled to his checks but he felt more calmed down now. Only when her cries turned into whimpers is when he continued. “Hey I have to do what’s best for voltron and if this is the best then I have to leave okay I love you blue and please cooperate with the other lions when it comes to forming voltron okay and please cooperate with Matt. I’m leaving now because it’s been 3 hours and a half okay and I don’t want to face anyone else. As you know I hate goodbyes but I always know who to say goodbye to when the time comes for one.”
The other paladins abd alteans watched from the “living room” of the castle full out crying trying to overcome the power to go and hug the blue paladin. The paladins all feel guilty and angry about the situation and can feel their lions grief but deep down inside they know this is for the best. Pidge was was tugged deep into a hug with hunk when they both saw Lance cry. Hunk had only seen Lance cry this hard when his abuelita died but this, this he decided was the worst feeling.
YALL ITS 3 IN THE MORNING AND J AHVENT SLEPT GOKD FOR THE PAST 5 DAYS
-edit; hey I just wanted to say that I was inspired by @langsty-mc-langstface post that was called seventh wheel-
Part Two // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]
Prompt: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?
Realtionship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC/ Theo Raeken x Reader/ Theo Raeken x OFC
Warnings: Making Out, Erotic Touching, Swearing, and Angst
Word Count: 1,600
Taking a deep breath, Katalina walked into the chemistry lab and already sat in her assigned seat. She didn’t even bother to greet anyone, too embarrassed on how much she spent the night thinking about and missing Stiles. It made her annoyed and so confused, she just couldn’t take it anymore. And, so, with everything she had in her, Katalina tried to push it all down.
“Hey, partner.” A smiling Scott McCall greeted her when she sat next to him at their lab table.
“Hi.” Katalina cleared her throat, her voice a little rough from not using it until now. “Good morning, partner.”
“Good morning.” Scott chuckled, opening his chemistry notebook to get ready for class. “Did you sleep well?”
Katalina sighed at the question, the memories of her constant thinking and nostalgia over her ex had her up the entire night, tossing and turning in her bed. She tried everything she could to sleep. She listened to classical music, she tried reading to tire her eyes out and she even counted sheep, but none of them actually worked. Thank God for Lydia Martin, however, and all of the makeup classes she has ruthlessly given her. Because of her red headed best friend, Katalina was able to cover all of her dark circles with just the right amount of concealer.
“Yeah.” Katalina forced a smile and before she can ask him the same question, the chemistry teacher began teaching his class.
Katalina could feel his gaze on her and it made her skin tingle. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at her, Stiles Stilinski has no boundaries and he certainly isn’t ashamed of that. Theo, on the other hand, was also watching her like a hawk. Well, her and Stiles that is. Katalina wasn’t a werewolf or anything supernatural, and yet, she could still sense the jealousy coming off of her boyfriend.
After giving a boring explanation, the teacher handed out an assignment to do and she and Scott immediately got to work. It had something to do with mixing chemicals and Katalina was very thankful that Scott had actually been paying attention, the girl too focused on the stares she was getting from two different people at the same time.
“So, why’d you leave the party so early last night?” Scott asked nonchalantly as he poured a green liquid into another empty test tube.
“Oh, uh, I just felt like going home.” Katalina answered and the werewolf scoffed at her answer.
“Even if I wasn’t a werewolf and could hear your heartbeat increase, I would still know that that lame excuse is clearly a lie.”
“Okay, you know I really hate that you’re always one step ahead of the rest of us, right?” She chuckled, accepting the fact that she just got caught like a deer in headlights.
“I do.” Scott laughed and she laughed along with him before a comfortable silence took over.
The Alpha werewolf cleared his throat and turned to look her straight in the eye with a look of protectiveness and care. Two characteristics Scott always has on and she admired him for that.
“Was it because of Stiles?” He asked, his voice soft and careful not to possibly hurt her.
Katalina just nodded, not really trusting her voice to verbally respond. Scott knows about everything that happened better than anyone else. He knows just how much Stiles truly hurt her and he was the greatest friend Katalina could have at that moment. Scott listened to every word her wounded heart had to say and gave her some of the best advice she had ever heard in her life.
“Did you know that he asks me about you everyday?”
“He does?” Katalina asked, her voice more perky than she expected.
“Yeah, he does.” Scott nodded, giving her a weak smile. “Stiles cares so much about you.”
Katalina’s eyes fell to the floor with that small and, yet, painful statement.
“Yeah, well, someone who cares about you doesn’t use you for their own personal interests.” Katalina scoffed, focusing on her terrible handwriting in their notebook.
“He made a mistake-”
“Scott, we’ve been over this way too many times.” She stated with an exhausted voice, looking back up at him. “How about we just drop it?”
“Okay.” The werewolf swallowed, agreeing with her terms. He didn’t want to push her and make her feel worse than she already did.
Class ended soon after Scott finally finished the experiment perfectly. Katalina helped with what she could, but he did most of it. Scott was focusing on his grades more lately, finally knowing how to balance the supernatural with school. It made Katalina proud and happy to see him so invested in his future and not just on the threats that surrounded them all the time.
Once the bell rang, indicating that the students were finally dismissed, Theo immediately made his way towards his girlfriend. He didn’t want Stiles anywhere near her and would do everything in his power to prevent it. The anger on Stiles’ face was so obvious that it wasn’t even necessary to glance at him to know just how furious he was. Theo could smell the chemo signals coming off of the human and he smiled, pleased with himself for causing that.
Stiles grabbed his things and left without even bothering to say a word, his patience too thin to spend any second longer in the same room as Theo Raeken. Katalina watched as he angrily trudged out of the classroom and felt slightly hurt. She just wished things could be like how they used to. She wants to be his friend again and to have him in her life, but everytime she tries to fix things between them, Katalina remembers how he just used her to get to the real girl he had a crush on and it pains her everytime.
“Ready for lunch?” Theo asked his girlfriend, glad Stiles was finally out of the picture.
“Yeah.” She sighed, looking back at him and getting her backpack. “Let’s go.”
The cafeteria was already full of students getting their meals when she and Theo had arrived. They would’ve gotten there earlier, but Theo wanted some alone time with her. Katalina’s pink lipstick smudged on his lips as evidence on just what they were doing before getting there.
Once they got their lunches and sat down at a cafeteria table with their friends, Theo immediately settled his hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him with a confused expression when he rubbed small circles on her bare skin.
Katalina gazed at him with a confused expression, but Theo was too busy looking elsewhere. She didn’t understand why he was being so straight forward, sure they’re very passionate with one another, but they never really show any public displays of affection. It made Katalina nervous and Theo didn’t like to make her uncomfortable in any way.
Her breath hitched in her throat when he slid his hand higher and under the fabric of her skirt. Anxiety rushed through the blood in her veins and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to stop. However, the second Theo’s finger lightly touched her over her panties, she knew she wanted him to keep going.
That’s when she noticed just where he was staring at and everything, finally, made sense. Theo was cockily smirking at her ex-boyfriend as Stiles angrily glared back. Everyone sitting at the table didn’t even seem to notice what was going on since they were too focused in their own conversations, but the moment Katalina realized just what Theo was doing, her entire body boiled with rage. It made her so upset that Theo would do such a childish thing just to spark some anger from Stiles.
The tension between the three of them was strong and once Scott, finally, noticed what was going on, Katalina had enough. She roughly grabbed his hand and urgently ripped it away from her body, Theo’s head immediately snapping towards her. Katalina didn’t say anything, she just watched as Stiles smirked to himself and focused on the meal before him.
“Are you okay?” Her boyfriend whispered in a hushed tone into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her body and she cleared her throat before answering.
“Just stop, Theo.”
Katalina groaned at his attempts of being innocent and it made her angry just how hard Theo always tries to be the victim and never the one doing the wrong thing.
“Stop trying to make Stiles jealous!” Katalina shouted a little too loudly and everyone snapped their attentions towards the couple. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as they watched in awe.
“I’m not trying to make Stiles jealous.” Theo lied right through his teeth and her ex-boyfriend scoffed from across the table. “Well, it was working until you took my hand off your thigh!”
“You’re such a child, Theo.” Katalina shook her head, annoyed at her unbelievable boyfriend.
“And it definitely wasn’t working.” Stiles stated, pushing a spoonful of food into his mouth.
“Please, Stiles.” Theo chuckled, the sound making Katalina cringe. “I can smell your jealousy from over here.”
“Yeah, for me to be jealous would require me actually liking Katalina.” Stiles answered with his mouth full.
The response was something she already knew, but still stung a small pang of hurt in her heart. It’s not like she has any feelings for him either, but ever since last night all she can feel is nostalgia clouding her mind. And it was stupid of her to think that things could ever go back to the way they used to be, yet she couldn’t help but feel the smallest bit hopeful. It was reckless and she knew that. Katalina can’t take back what he did and their relationship can never return to the peaceful state it used to be.
Brown Eyed Girl (Steve Rogers x Brown Eyed! Female Reader)
(TOP GIF NOT MINE CREDIT GOES TO OWNER)
(The picture is actually of my eyes so I guess that belongs to me :))
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Dancing, Reader wearing only Steve’s shirt and Steve checking her out, Also I think there’s like one swear word
Summary: You’ve always had mixed feelings about your eye color. But Steve loves you, his one and only Brown Eyed Girl.
A/N: So I was inspired by Van Morrison’s song, “Brown Eyed Girl”, and also seeing my eyes in the sunlight. The reader’s feelings towards her eye color are based on how I feel/felt about my eyes. This one’s for all my brown eyed beauties out there! (For those of you who don’t have brown eyes, your eyes are beautiful too!!). I hope you guys enjoy!
Some people love ‘em.
Others hate 'em.
You had a memory of telling your parents that you wished you had blue or green eyes. You had said that yours were too boring. You remembered how they laughed and said to be happy with your eyes. That there were some people who couldn’t even see the color of their eyes because theirs didn’t work the way they were supposed to.
So you just stopped mentioning it.
Through your teenage years you slowly began to think that they might be pretty, but maybe it was just the eye makeup talking.
Chat watched Ladybug, she stood holding herself. Arms
wrapped around her like a protective shield.
He wished to never see her like that, so openly vulnerable and
trying to protect herself… from him.
The last Akuma had been a bit difficult. A thirteen-year-old
girl that had been caught up in the whirlwind of her parents’ divorce. She had
been angry and accused them of only lying to her. Hawkmoth took advantage of
her state, and turned her into one of his villains, Truth Serum.
The spy-esque looking teen had carried an oversized syringe of
a green liquid that created a mist on contact. It caused people to spill their
Ladybug had taken a hit for him.
“S-so… now you know…” Ladybug looked away.
Chat’s hand wavered in the air before he reached out to her.
Taking step after step until he pulled her into his arms.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He whispered, hugging her to
The red clad heroine faltered, tears stinging her eyes. “I…
I… haven’t told anyone… I felt ashamed…”
Chat held her tighter, pressing a kiss to the side of her
She came undone at the action,
her face buried into his shoulder. He could feel the heat of her tears and the
shaking of her body.