i never know what to tag her with

Sew (A Needle Pulling Thread)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Rating: M for Mature

Length: 11 Chapters, ~30k total

Synopsis: You’ve stitched him back together physically, but somehow you’ve stitched him back together emotionally too.

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, guns, implied sex, mature language. (If I didn’t tag something that’s considered uncomfortable for anyone, please let me know.)

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 (Epilogue to come)

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anonymous asked:

Idk how old that post is but thank you for defending Hinata! I keep seeing those Naruto confession posts in tags that have nothing to do with the confession. She's so biased it's not even funny, posts that praise Hinata are tagged anti-sakura.

I never liked naruconfession cause she is, of course, a narusaku/sakura fans. I was once a narusaku/sakura fans too. always defending her wrong doings and thinking she better than anyone else (besides me just liking her pink hair ) over the fact she the main character. but I saw her fucking flaws that these people just LOVE to walk past through. And I gave up on her character and also for narusaku cause naruto doesn’t know what love is when it comes to a child-mind and also the fact he has no family to shows the meaning of love. Naruto performance for sakura attention was a wasted since he is shown accepting sakura love for Sasuke three times and even he knows she shows more care to him then ever which break his damn heart. and sakura just Don’t even like him which NS should’ve known by now over her constant care for fucking Sasuke. there was no hope for sakura character or the ship ever happening.
I mean remember how sakura breaks into tears over figuring naruto had a “love-crush” on her claim by sai to later calling him a fool to just take his love and force him into stopping him to recuse Sasuke. I know she did that to just keep him away from getting hurt but at the same time, You’re still hurting him. Cause for naruto he wants team 7 to stay together.
he doesn’t want anyone leaving.
I mean after his stroke and sakura again betraying her village to be with Sasuke to later kill him and failed to later being recused by naruto again.
It’s just a complete mess.
Kishimoto claim it as a red-herring joke ( you could see why) and also mention his regrets to sakura character development into admitting she’s a bad character. For me, you can tell there was no point of me defending this awful ship/character cause even the creator of the story acknowledge how badly he fuck up.

I mean I hope he notices how awful the fandom is too since they are literally going to drag a loveable side character down to the ground to bring upon their queen sakura up to feel better.
Like sakura a main female character, she is shown way a lot more than Hinata. How the fuck are you going to use that on Hinata thinking you’re going to win this fight, bitch. Hell, it even gets to the point how they are just insulting her for everything. Whether she tripped over, whether she insults herself or cry for others they will always try to find a problem in Hinata character development because they are so damn insecure to admit she a fuckin terrible ass character.
Hyping her up as if she can win every fight, claiming she more attractive than all the female ladies compare to ino and even the point of praising her bad embarrassing moments.
Like ok.

And for the pros tagged in the narusaku tag. umm, Tumblr fault. All tags are tagged on the wrong tags. Maybe because of too much of you posting about it, cross tagging, or it’s just surprisingly there. whatever.

You’re going to need a person in your life who makes you smile even when you’re mad. Who knows your heart like the back of her hand and calls you out on your bullshit. Who says, “screw him,” and “I love you,” and, “you got this,” and really means it. Late nights of long phone calls and laughing until your ribs hurt. You need a person who sees you for what you can be, what you will be, and never lets you be any less. A weirdo, preferably. Who yells your name across street just to embarrass you. Who holds you when he breaks your heart and keeps you strong when he comes crawling back. Who tells the truth when she talks about life and makes you feel a little less alone. A person who is beyond words, beyond thanks, beyond what you could have asked for. Find this person. Trust me. You’re going to need her.
—  a thank you to my best friend, who is all of this and more
Give Me Polyamorous Power Couple Hamliza Or Give Me Death

~Eliza growing up having constant crushes on both men and women and trying to articulate what she wanted to Angelica but never being able to explain it the way she wanted

~When she’s in a relationship: “I want her” “But you’re dating Peter” “I want him too” “But you have to choose” “Why do I have to choose?” When she’s not in a relationship: “Ooh, Liza’s got a crush! Spill it!” “Well, there’s Arthur and his girlfriend, and Sally and her girlfriend, and Jason, and Mary…” “Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, how many crushes can you have?” “Shush, I’m not done”

~When she meets Alexander and quickly falls into her most serious relationship ever she expects the multiple crush thing to stop (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t)

~Eliza feels like a horrible girlfriend because she’s so happy with Alex but then Susan from work will start up a conversation with her in the break room and she’s instantly all heart eyes

~Tearfully she admits it to Alex one night and he’s thrilled because “no there’s nothing wrong with you I promise!!!! You’re just polyamorous!!!!”

~They spend the rest of the night talking about it

~Eliza needs some time to adjust since she’s spent so much time trying to push it aside that she doesn’t really know what else to do but Alex is very helpful

~The first time she tells him about Susan he’s instantly chanting ask her out over and over until she’s laughing and blushing at his antics

~Half a year later and Eliza is subtly sending Alex updates from her dates while he sends her multiple thumbs up emojis and does the same with his own

~She also sets up him and Angelica and when Angelica gets confused about it she’s like you need to stop sacrificing yourself, let yourself be happy

~They share embarrassing stories about him with each other

~He meets John and them after Eliza in this one and it’s all separately

~Hercules comes first because Eliza’s father invited them to a fancy dinner party and Alex needs a suit and since he’s not well educated on these things yet she comes along to help

~Hercules is instantly smitten with Alex and Alex is instantly 😍 because “Eliza look at him!!! He looks like a damn quarterback but he’s so sweet and gentle!!!!” “Either you ask him out or I will”

~Hercules not-so-subtly likes guiding Alex around even though he thinks he’s being smooth

~“Alex there was really no point for him to put his hands on your waist like that, he could’ve told you to just move to the side one step” “… Yeah but did you see how well they fit there he could probably lift me up so easily” “Wow you’re so easy” “Do I need to bring up that cute barista the other day” “pLEASE DO WE HAVE A DATE THIS WEEKEND”

~By the end of the time there Alex is going out to lunch with a pleased but confused Hercules and Eliza is eagerly awaiting every cute picture and text

~From then on he has to deal with both Eliza and Alex stealing his clothes but he can’t really fight since they both look so cute in his sweaters

~The rest come really quickly after that

~Lafayette meets Hercules before the others because they come in requesting a special dress to be made and Hercules is Gone

~“You… You want a dress with a full skirt… But when you pick at a stitch on it the dress falls down into a ball gown?” “Yes, exactly!” “Can I ask why?” “Why? Well, chéri, it’s because I must ensure that I always am prepared for any eventuality and at the top of that list is a need to always look beautiful but entirely unattainable. Oh, that reminds me! It needs to be floor length with my being in eight-inch heels, I have a pair with me so you can measure accurately” “Oh holy shit”

~It takes them exactly one weekend to be brought into the relationship (Alex sees them and instantly is stunned into silence, Eliza flirts and within two minutes they’re already co-conspirators)

~John is next and he struggles with his sexuality and anything that comes from it so he’s very much in the closet when they meet

~John and Alex immediately are best friends and Alex tries asking him out but John very quickly refuses him and Alex takes a step back

~The combined power of the four of them helps to bring John out of his shell even though he’s very shy about it all so they’re respectful and let him suggest everything and move their relationship forward in his own time

~The first time he asks to spend the night with all of them there’s a little fight over who gets to sleep next to him

~Eliza and Hercules win, Lafayette and Alex pout

~Aaron and Theodosia Burr AKA Theo, Eliza, and Lafayette kill and the rest of them are literally powerless against them

~Dates are really fun with them because now there’s enough people to go on group dates and everyone can have a supposed other instead of it being just the mess of them (They still do it as the whole of them, its just more fun to have the people think they’re all separate couples then watch as they get more affectionate as the night goes on)

~Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the Washingtons

~George favors Alex and Laf, Martha favors Eliza, Angelica, and Theo, George is platonic with John, Hercules, Aaron, and the girls, Martha is platonic with everyone but her girls and sometimes Alex and Lafayette (She likes showing off that she’s perfectly capable of stealing them away from him but is graciously letting them stay with him. George jokes back and tries to rally Laf and Alex to joke too but they need time to come back to that plane of existence)


~Eliza and Alex get so many kisses and cuddles since they’re the heart of it all

~Alex dragging everyone outside to look at the stars

~Lots of hot chocolate when Alex drags them outside

~Lots of spiked hot chocolate when they think Martha isn’t looking

~She totally knows since John keeps giggling but she let’s them have fun


~Eliza starts flirting with him to bug Alex

~Eventually she starts flirting with him for Alex no matter what he says

~“Look at the tension good god” “Betsey I swear…”

~Eliza has a near constant stream of frustrated texts from George

~“Eliza I’m suffering” “What is it this time, dear?” “They’re arguing again and they look two seconds away from making out” “I’m working on it. Have patience” “I can’t have patience anymore I can’t have meetings because this happens in every one”

~All the hate sex

~All the Jeffmads+Alex hate sex (I would include Aaron but the frustrations are over Washington but Aaron knows why Alex is favored by him and has worked out his own balance with George so he’s not jealous)

~Alex pulls them into the dynamic and they finally understand

~George doesn’t mind them finding out, he’s just glad the tension is gone (Though he has cut more than a few work days short because he walked in on them fucking on his desk because Alex wanted to tease him and he can’t handle that so he just walks out)

~There’s multiple incidents where they try to tease Angelica but she is Not Having It and takes great joy in showing them why

~Angelica Schuyler is my queen she wouldn’t handle any bullshit from them


~Elizabeth “If you touch one hair on my girl’s head I will personally kick your ass from here to California don’t test me” Schuyler

~Obviously she moves in with them immediately and spends every night sleeping between Alex and Eliza

~When things become too much in the city Eliza and her take a trip down to Mount Vernon for a girls-only retreat

~Maria and John never start a romantic relationship but they hit it off very quickly since they’re both abuse survivors (Her with James, him with his father) and John is more healed than she is but there’s wounds he’s still licking and sometimes its nice to just spend the day in silence with someone who understands that company is more important than conversation

~Eliza and Alex creating a crazy huge family for themselves which has confusing interconnecting romantic and platonic relationships but they love it so much they can’t describe it

~Whenever anyone asks about it Alex shows them the graph he’s made for them all

~Everyone has a specific color and one poor soul asks why he chose those colors and spends the next 45 minutes listening to him talking about why each of his signifs was given that very color choice

unpopular opinion: i think pidge crushing on at least one of the paladins at some point would be not such a bad thing and, actually, pretty realistic,,,,,

How long?
  • Molly: *glances over at Sherlock silently working* Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: Mm?
  • Molly: Remember when you said I'd always counted and you'd always trusted me?
  • Sherlock: *looks up, suddenly interested* Yes.
  • Molly: Well, when you said "always" what did you mean by that?
  • Sherlock: *gaze shifts in confusion* I meant always. How was that not clear.
  • Molly: Yeah but, I mean, from when exactly? How long did it take you to feel that way?
  • Sherlock: *gazes at her silently for a long moment*
  • Molly: *rapidly becoming self conscious*
  • Sherlock: Do you remember the day we met?
  • Molly: Yeah of course.
  • Sherlock: Ok...that day. *goes back to his microscope*
  • Molly: *unsure* That day? That very day? You mean it didn't take you any-
  • Sherlock: *looks over again* It took me no time to see that I could trust you and you'd be someone who would matter to me. Certainly not minutes, and barely seconds. No time at all. When I said always...I meant it.

something i would love love to see happen if sana is the main next season: her and isak still have classes together and they just sort of hang out sometimes, and once she hangs out with isak and even tags along and somehow they start discussing something related to islam and even…actually knows what she’s talking about and he adds to the conversation because he’s read the quran and sana is pleasantly surprised because she’s never met a non-muslim with that much knowledge and understanding of her religion 

What Happens In Vegas: Part 8

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: To celebrate reaching 4k followers today, I decided to put out part 8! Sadly, I’m so busy that I never have time to do decent celebrations. But i want you all to know how amazing you are, and how much I appreciate and love you. You guys are so amazing, and I do this for you. Thank you to my amazing friend @bovaria for looking over this for me. She is one of the biggest reasons why I am even somewhat established in this fandom, and I love her so much. Let me know what you think. I love hearing from all of you ♥

Word Count: 1,287

- language.
- slight violence.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

“Steve!” you shrieked, as Bucky’s back made contact with the floor with a dull thud; the back of his head bouncing off the carpet, a thick trickle of blood running down his lip from his nose. “What the fuck?!”

Steve’s fist was still cocked back, waiting to distribute another blow. There was a splatter of Bucky’s blood across his knuckles, his chest rising and falling, his face and neck turning angry red. You immediately felt like you were going to be sick, your stomach churning inside like a stormy sea.

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I Can’t Save Her: Part 2

Originally posted by wintertracer

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1133

Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings are for him.

Author’s Notes: Catch Part One of the series here.

Tags are at the bottom. Let me know if you would like to be tagged!

“What the hell Buck?” Steve chastised him as they sat at the bar.

“I don’t know why Y/N was so upset. I swear Steve; I didn’t do anything. I didn’t even hear her walking down the hallway…. This is all your fault!” He huffed and looked at Steve accusingly. “If you hadn’t invited that woman back to the compound…. Oh my god I never thought I was going to get her to leave,” he said sourly as he downed the rest of his whiskey and motioned for the bartender to bring another.

“I know Buck… I just thought maybe… I mean how long has it been?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

 Bucky snorted and replied, “Rogers, should you really be asking that question?” Steve turned slightly pink as he laughed into his glass.

“Alright, Buck. I’m just worried about you. But what about Y/N? Is something going on that you haven’t told me about?” Steve asked with a little bite in the last few words.

“No, I swear. I mean don’t get me wrong… I’ve thought about it, but I’m afraid of losing her. She’s one of the few people I’ve connected with since everything happened. I enjoy being around her, but she’s never even indicated interest in me other than just being her friend,” Bucky replied bitterly. He was running his hands through his hair – one of his nervous habits that Steve always noticed.

 Steve snorted, “Whatever you say, Buck.” He paused and clapped his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “I care about both of you and you are both really good for each other. Just be careful…” he trailed off.

Bucky didn’t respond. He was too lost in thought thinking about how angry Y/N had been. How had he not picked up on her feelings? It had been three years since he had met her, and had been attached to her since. He had just never allowed himself to go down this path… not with her… she was too important, and the thought of losing her paralyzed him with fear.

Trying to keep up with Steve during the morning jog was brutal. My head was pounding from the tequila that I had consumed the night before. I made a mental note to remind myself that my alcohol tolerance was nowhere close to Nat’s. I slowed for a second to catch my breath and Sam followed suit.

“So that thing with you and Barnes the other day?” he asked rather timidly. I huffed to myself and side-eyed him. He gulped and continued, “I was just wondering…”

“Hey are you two going to pick up the pace or are we going to finish the jog when we’re ninety?” Steve interjected sarcastically as he jogged back to Sam and myself.

“Steve, I hate to break it to you, but you are already considered a senior citizen,” I replied sardonically as he grinned back at me. “Some of us aren’t super soldiers… Sam and I needed a small break,” I complained.

“Yeah.. I was just asking Y/N about her chick flick moment with Barnes the other day,” Sam retorted as I jabbed him in the arm with my fist. Steve looked embarrassed as he stared at his feet awkwardly.

 I eyed him cautiously. “Spill it Rogers. What do you know?”

“Oh me? Nothing.. I know nothing. Really it’s nothing,” Steve shuffled his feet awkwardly.

“You’re a terrible liar, Steve. Just tell me.” I bit my lower lip – it was always what I did when I was nervous.

Steve looked reproachfully at Sam. “Good job at bringing this up man.”

Sam shrugged, “I was just curious.”

I cleared my throat and crossed my arms… waiting not so patiently for Steve to spill the beans. He huffed in frustration and threw his hands into the air. “Well Buck and I went for a drink last night, and I asked him about the whole…erm…incident between you two. It’s honestly my fault. The woman you saw… it really wasn’t what you thought. I pushed Bucky to bring her home…Really I invited her back to the compound… I thought it would be good for him. He told me that he didn’t even talk to her until he finally asked her to leave. I’m guessing that was shortly after you spied on them… what the?! Ow!!!” Steve was cut short because I had jabbed him in the ribs with my elbow.

“I had a night terror… I was going to talk to Buck… I didn’t know. That isn’t spying… I didn’t mean to…  Also it wasn’t talking that I was worried about obviously!” I sputtered in anger.

“Real smooth, Steve,” Sam said irritably as he rolled his eyes. “It’s okay Y/N. That’s not what Steve meant, was it Steve?” Sam finished with a very visible side-eye in Steve’s direction.

“Right…that’s right,” Steve muttered—the red rising in his cheeks.

“We just wanted to know what the deal was. Did something happen between you two or..? Sam trailed off.

“No,” I looked at my hands feeling really uncomfortable. I wanted to be anywhere but here. I was still trying to figure out why I lashed out at Bucky. Having this conversation was making the whole situation seem much more real. “I just…Buck is such a huge part of my life. When I saw him with…with her… all I could think about was losing him and I panicked. Before Bucky I was just kind of drifting through the world… he’s been my anchor,” I stuttered on. “I mean I obviously love you guys and you’re my close friends but Bucky…” I trailed off.

“I know,” assured Steve as he rested his hand on your shoulder. “You should talk to him.”

“I…yeah…. I know,” I trailed off.

“Okay let’s get back to it then,” Steve shouted back at Sam and I as he began jogging the two miles back to the compound.

“Man…I really hate him sometimes,” Sam snorted as we began following him at a distance. “But Y/N, Steve is right. As much as I don’t care for Barnes most days… You really should talk to him,” he quipped as he looked at me but I was too busy thinking about Bucky to even notice anything else.

As I was jogging back to the compound I felt foolish for the way I had acted towards Bucky; especially once Steve had confirmed that nothing had happened with the blonde. I was never the jealous type, and I had never indicated to Bucky that I had romantic feelings for him… because… well… I hadn’t known that I had romantic feelings for him until that night. Did I? I huffed to myself as we rounded the final block to the compound.

Well, I thought to myself, I better damn well figure something out before I see him again.

Tags: (I apologize if the tags didn’t work correctly. It didn’t want to let me tag some people).

@marvel-lucy @lbouvet @aweways @your-puddin

a beauty that is so surreal,
i myself cannot fathom.
the sparkle in her eyes,
similar to that of a star in the sky.

i’ve never been so sure of something before,
but today i am so sure that i love her.
i want to do anything and everything,
to make her happy.
i want her to smile,
i want her to laugh.
i want her to understand,
that i want her,
in my arms.

—  k.f
Lionhearted - Part 1 - Nessian fic

Summary: Modern AU - Nesta and Cassian run into each other frequently due to her sister’s engagement to his best friend, and the encounters never go the way either of them want. Tension boils over at the rehearsal dinner and then the next day at the wedding, where they say and do things they can’t take back.

Notes: Thanks to @blxckbeak and @acourtofstarsanddreams for talking to me about this fic! More specifically, about Nesta. Also I want to tag @christina-dh because she asked for me to tag her in a certain type of fic if I wrote it… which, the thing doesn’t happen until the second part, but I don’t want to spoil it. :) And I hope the anon who sent me this prompt also enjoys it! (The prompt was “the hills are alive with the sound of bullshit”.)

I’ve never written a modern AU, plus it’s nessian, so… let me know what you think!

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Lionhearted (Part 1)

The evening before Feyre and Rhysand’s wedding, Nesta prepared for the rehearsal dinner by getting a drink alone. The bar of the hotel had seemed like as good a place as any for an over-priced gin and tonic, especially if it meant she didn’t have to wander alone down the sidewalk and be subjected to the inevitable leering of men who hung out on the city street corners at all hours of the day. She could play nice and support her sister, but she knew she needed something extra to smooth her sharper edges before she showed up at the restaurant. Edges that would inevitably come up against a certain infuriating best man. And combined with the fact that her father would be there… yes, she definitely needed this drink.

Sipping from her glass slowly, she listened to the hum of quiet conversation just outside the bar in the cavernous lobby of her hotel, to the first tentative sounds coming from the instruments of the jazz band that was setting up for the evening. She had chosen a hotel where few of the other guests were staying, a decision that she had explained to her sisters as the result of poor last-minute planning, but really had more to do with not wanting to be surrounded by the sycophants who clamored for her future brother-in-law’s attention. The kind of power that Rhysand’s family wielded would ensure security for her sister - for all of them, really - but Nesta had no intention of being caught up with his crowd.

She was seated at the end of the bar, close to where the bartender was cleaning glasses. There was no use in sitting too far away from the man with the bottle, she figured. Nesta was sure that no one she knew would show up here, at a generic hotel bar. Among the many privileges of being on her own was the fact that she could pretend to be ignorant of the group’s plans of where to meet, when, to think about having to please everyone else first. She was responsible for and answered to no one but herself.

As she drank, she thought about Feyre and Elain, the recent changes to their lives that had them seeing a bit more eye-to-eye. A week ago she had talked to Feyre alone, for the first time in ages. The strain between them had become less and less, lately; in fact, it had been the first time that Nesta had spoken frankly to her sister about their mother, their father, the way that Feyre had had to take responsibility of the household when they were teens. Nesta and Elain had left as soon as they could, Elain moving in with her now-former fiancé as soon as she had graduated college and Nesta just… moving on.

Nesta had told herself that their father, if left to his own devices long enough, would figure out that he was needed. That maybe one day he would get his act together and take care of her younger sisters. By leaving the moment she turned 18, she thought she was washing her hands of her responsibility towards them, forcing him to take it on himself. That didn’t happen, though, and she watched from afar as Feyre struggled to pick up the slack at far too young an age.

She told herself that the anger she reserved was for him, but it had a habit of being aimed at the wrong people.

When she had met Feyre for lunch, Nesta hadn’t expected to rehash the past. But over salads and microbrews, the two had come to a sort of… détente, if not outright understanding. Nesta knew her youngest sister would be fine, had found a life worth living, whether she had Rhys or not. And Feyre knew that Nesta had done what she felt necessary at the time, though it had come from a resentful, scornful place. Growing older had the effect of putting their childhood in perspective, and they were both ready to put aside animosity.

Nesta had asked about Rhysand, about how Feyre had met him - there was an ex, someone Rhys knew, who had had a hard time letting go. Nesta had been… displeased to find that her sister had needed help in that way. That she had experienced something like this without reaching to her sisters for help. Not that she could blame her little sister. But if this Rhys was everything that Feyre claimed, then she could be happy for her. She would give him a chance. Which was why she had flown out here and had even helped her sister with some of the wedding planning.

Checking her phone for the time, Nesta saw that she had planned perfectly. She had enough time for a second drink before leaving for the dinner at a new Italian place that Mor had clued Feyre in on, the kind of place where they cured their own meat. Finishing the last sip of her drink, Nesta asked for another and was waiting patiently when a voice came from behind her, smooth and taunting.

“Nesta, sweetheart.”

Her shoulders stiffened and she closed her eyes, cursing under her breath. Shit shit shit… Of all the hotels in the city, of all the bars… Turning her head while keeping her body facing the bar, she answered him.


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Finn Balor x Reader Oneshot

inspired by the song ‘Poison’ by Alice Cooper

wordcount: 1752

Tagging @50shadesofadamcolebaybay@sjwrites22@p0tat0catofwesteros​ because I’d love to know what you think about this

Originally posted by msgem

He never thought this could happen to him. Anybody but not him, Finn Balor the Demon King. He was married to his wrestling carrier, no commitment to anything or anybody else!

And still he stood there, head over heels in love with her. It was just so different with Y/N. He had an instant connection when he first met her at NXT. They laughed over the stupidest things togheter and shared their deep passion for wrestling. Often times she was his voice of reason regarding expenses like certain lego sets or other, more “adult” investments.

He wasn’t sure what to do. One the one hand he had sworn to himself to concentrate on his career, no distractions. But one the other hand, Y/N was just perfect. He knew he would never find someone else who was like her. Like a seeked puzzle piece, a soulmate she completed him. Finn was torn apart.. does he even have time for a relationship?

“It’s just, everytime I see her I’m thrilled. I can’t think straight.” he confessed to his best friend.

“I don’t see your problem Finn.” Sami shook his head. “You two are perfect for eachother! Just go and tell her”

“It’s not that simple.. you know I don’t need any distractions.” ‘And it’s not like she would be interested’ he thought to himself. Y/N, too, was very focused on her carrier. She only made it to the main roster 3months ago and was involved in a big storyline and he was supposed to comeback to Raw in a few weeks.

“Oh.. wow” Sami chuckled “Now I know what your problem is. Have you ever tried, like, not to see a relationship like a distraction and more like an enrichment? I mean, especially with Y/N! Has your friendship with her ever restricted you in any way?”

“No, bu-” Finn wanted to interrupt, but Sami didn’t stop rambling.

“See! You two always gosh about lego or wrestling and since you two train togheter you would also have time togheter. I mean you already spend most of your time with her. So this wouldn’t even be that much of a change. Heck, just grow some balls Finn! Where’s your confidence? Not so demon anymore more I guess.”

Finn scoffed but he knew Sami was kinda right. But new doubt raised. Finn wasn’t ready for a relationship at least that’s what he told himself. And even if he would have the guts to tell Y/N the risk of rejection and therefore loosing her was too high. With no voice of reason to his side he had decided to back up from Y/N for almost a month now, to leave his thoughts time to rearrange but mainly he hoped to reduce all those feelings for Y/N. 

“Well, we never know” he murmured to himself.

“Please don’t tell me you already screwed it up!” Sami questioned him.

Finn didn’t answer. Instead his gaze was fixed on something behind Sami. As Sami turned around he saw Y/N making her way down the corridor. She smiled at the two men and waved. Sami smiled widely, waved back and turned around to look at Finn again. But he was already gone. Sami saw him stomping down the opposite hallway.

“What was that about?” Y/N asked as she reached Sami.

“I don’t know.” Sami shook his head.

“He’s so distant at the moment. I think I might have upset him with something but I don’t know what I did.. do you know anything?” Sami saw how hurt Y/N was.

“He…I-I…,” he let out a long breath “You know what, I think it’s better if you ask him that yourself.” he gave Y/N a quick side hug, pushing her to the hallway Finn walked away.


“Finn!” a way too familiar voice called after him. Her words ferrling like needles and pins

“Finn! Come on, stop walking.” But Finn refused the request, not willing to stop in his tracks and face the cause of his misery. Y/N began to grow more and more frustrated.

A cold little hand grasped Finns wrist, turning him around with a sweep. His wrists enflaming under her touch.

“Finn! What the heck is wrong with you??” Y/N huffed breathlessly because she had to hurry to reach Finn with her little steps. “What have I done to upset you so badly?” she questioned him. She looked deeply concerned and hurt. Finn hated himself that he made her feel that way. And he hated himself even more for what he was about to do… or what he wouldn’t do. He just looked at her, an unamazed expression.

“So you’re not going to answer me then, are you?” she was dissapointed. Dissapointed in him for beeing so stubborn and in herself because she just couldn’t figure out what she had done to him. And to her she obviously had done something terrible since Finn refused any kind of interaction.

“Please Finn, just tell me what I did! If I offended you, please, trust me, it wasn’t on purpose…” she silently sniffed, tears brimming in her eyes.

‘Why is she so pure.. Why does she care so much??’ Finn thought to himself. 'Can’t she just make it easier and leave me be? She makes it so hard for me..’ He began to shift nervously.

“Was it because of the conversation last month at the diner? Since then you’re weird… all I said was that I personally think that legos gets too expensive these days.. I mean that’s not even a lie, it’s a fact. But I also said that buying them is a justified expense that I’m-” before she could end her rambling two strong arms pulled her against Finns chest. He hugged her tightly, afraid that what he was about to do would make him loose her. So he wanted to hold just one more time, knowing that when he let go of her, he would loose her forever.

Silence fell over them. Finn enjoying the closeness which he had missed for almost a month. Y/N too surprised by the sudden embrace but hugged back.

“Erm…,” she began after some time “I’m still not entirely sure whats going on” mumbling against his hard chest.


“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like this… but can you just tell me what’s going on in your mind right now?” Y/N said slowly pulling away from Finn to look him in the eyes.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Y/N pulled away entirely, visibly shocked by Finns declaration.

“W-what? What do you mean, Finn?” her eyes getting bigger and bigger.

“Exactly what I said Y/N. I can’t do this, us anymore.”

“Why not? What have I done wrong?” she breathed out.

“Why not?” he laughed sarcastically “ Why not? Because you’re like poison.”

“Aha, poison?” she huffed. A total change in her manner “Care to explain?”

“Y/N, I don’t think-”

“Try.” crossing her arms over her chest she gave him a death glare.

“This!” He pointed at her gesture. She looked rather confused so he tried to explain more “You know exactly what I think about distr-.. about things besides wrestling.” She nodded.


“And, well.. doesn’t it explaines by itself?” Finn was anxious. He didn’t want to spell it out. But Y/N still didn’t seem to get his point. He could see that she began to grow more and impatient, frustrated and confused. It would be the best to just be blunt. She would be gone after this conversation anyway, so what did it even matter?

“I never felt anything more than friendship to anyone. Or at least that’s what I told myself. Everytime we’re togheter you make me so happy, you just know me. You always show that you care and then you get even more perfect and we share the same intensive passion for wrestling, music and so much more. And it scares me. I never felt that way for somebody.

I’m helpless, it’s like I’m caught in your web. I wanna hold you but my senses tell me to stop, I wanna kiss you and I want it too much. I don’t know how but you got under my skin. It physicly hurts me to see you, to hear you, to feel you. I want you so badly. But… but I can’t have you. I can’t have you because sooner or later I’ll hurt you and then I’ll loose you anyway. And I’m not willing to do that because.. because I love you. It would kill me.” Finns gaze went to the floor, not willing to met Y/Ns. The whole time she had just listen creasing her eybrow, watching how every word spilled over Finns lips. An unreadable expression on her face.

“And you never thought of telling me that?” she asked after what felt like centuries for him. Finns gaze went slowly to her face. Tears brimming in her eyes. He knew it, now she would hate him, hate him for not controlling his emotions and ruining their friendship. But then there was a smile too… a timid little smile. Wasn’t she mad?

“You can be really stupid sometimes, you know that?” she hit his chest. “And all this time I thought I offended you. You could’ve just come to me and we could’ve talked about it like friends do! And the last time I’ve checked we’ve been best friends…” now Finn was the clueless one. 'Shouldn’t she be more upset?’

“But you’re right, I guess we aren’t friends anymore” 'There it is..’ “Because there’s more between us!” And without a warning she raised herself on her tiptoes, gripping Finns shirt and leaning in. On half way she stopped allowing Finn to pull away if he felt uncomfotable with her action. But instead he closed the remaining space, lips crashing togheter. His hands rested on her hips pressing her flush against im. 'She feels so good'  he thought.

When they pulled away breathlessly Finn placed his forhead on Y/Ns. He slowly opened his eyes to see Y/N with a wide grin.

“What was that?” he whispered looking directly into her eyes.

“Exactly what I did.” she smirked. Finn let out a chuckle.

“But what about wrestling?”

“I don’t see a problem with that. We already proved that we don’t distract eachother. It’s unlikely to become a distraction.”

“You’re right, let’s take this as an enrichment.” Finn said remembering Samis words earlier. 

“That’s a nice way of putting this” she smilled happily. He pulled her into another hug smiling to himself. 

He was happy, knowing that she finally was his and that if he would let go of her, she wouldn’t be gone.

Arctic Soulmate


Request:What about a Natasha x female reader soulmate imagine where the reader is a mutant who has ice powers and she meets Natasha while finding out that they’re soulmates?

Warnings: none?

Tags: @mcuimxgine

Originally posted by queeniesgoldstein

   Natasha had never been able to see the color white, ever. She had always felt like her life was lacking something but she didn’t know what until one fateful day in that god awful red room someone asked her to grab the white bag, the only problem was Nat couldn’t see the color white. When she tried to explain this (which was a huge mistake) she was told that she was one of the only people in this world to have a soulmate; they were rare and far and few between, making her special. But anything that made Nat stand out had to be extinguished so of course the red room essentially hard wired into her brain that soulmates were a terrible thing and that if she were to ever find her soulmate she was to kill them. 

   At the time it was simply an order, nothing more than that, but years later after having joined the Avengers she realized how wrong she was. Nearly everyone on the team had a soulmate, her and Steve the only ones lacking in that area. Nat thought that perhaps the two were soulmates and yet she didn’t feel whole when she was around Steve, it just didn’t fit. It was at a later date that Nat was informed by Steve himself that he actually had a soulmate but that he had died back in the 40’s, leaving Steve soulmate-less. 

   Nat couldn’t even begin to fathom Steve’s pain, having had that special connection with someone only to have it ripped away and never have it again. If there was one thing Nat resented the red room for it was the fact that they had denied her the luxuries of a soulmate. Now she could only hope that all these years late her soulmate was still out there, waiting for her to find them. Little did she know that across the world, sitting comfortably in a mansion was a mutant that just so happened had the strange condition where they couldn’t see the color red. 

    Nat had always wondered what these x-men were, she’d heard a great deal about them from Peter who heard a great deal about them from his friend Wade, who just so happened to be an x-men himself. In fact, all the avengers were so curious as to who these x-men were that they invited Wade over to give them a synopsis of the team. 

    “Well, we’re essentially a team of mutants-”

    “Mutants?” Bruce leans forward, his eyes twinkling with clear excitement. Wade nods, smirking through his mask. 

    “Yeah, it’s pretty badass,”

    “Well, who’s this team run by?” Steve asks, folding his arms over his chest. 

    “His names Charles Xavier but many people call him Professor X or I like to keep it simple with professor-”

    “Is there anyway we could meet these guys?” Tony asks, his own voice laced with excitement. 

    “Yeah,” wade nods, “I know the professor’s been dying to see New York, I could give ‘em a quick call, ask when they could be here by?” The team nods excitedly, bright smiles plastered on all of their faces; except Natasha’s. But she kept her comments in until Wade had left the room, sighing in relief when he had. 

    “I don’t like the sound of this team,” Nat murmurs, turning to look at the team with a serious face.

    “Why not?” Steve asks maturely, staring at Natasha with curious eyes. 

    “I don’t know- this whole thing seems off and-" 

    "The professor can be here by tomorrow, you wouldn’t mind if he brought some of his class A kids would ya?” Tony smiles, nodding his head ecstatically. 

   "We’d be glad to have them here,“ 

     "Great, I’ll be sure to tell him,” Wade smiles, giving the group a little wave before leaving the room to call the professor once again. Nat grumbled to herself, obviously very displeased with the way things were turning out. 

   Well, she may not have a say in what happened but she sure as hell wasn’t going to be happy about it. If the team wanted to bring in a bunch of strangers into their home then so be it but she wasn’t going to let them off easy. 

    The next day arrived quickly, which Nat wasn’t too thrilled about. The professor had stated he’d arrive at 12 and at 12 on the dot Friday’s voice rang through the tower, alerting all the team members of the the other teams presence.

    “Send 'em up,” Tony stated as he quickly rose from his seat on the couch, trying not to show his excitement. The rest of the team followed behind, Nat lagged behind in her movements. But just as she joined the group of everyone else the elevator doors opened and in walked the professor, an elderly man in a wheelchair, and a gaggle of students behind him. In that moment something clicked for Natasha, like an internal light had just been switched on for her. 

   The world around her slowly began to morph and that which had once been gray at one point was no turning white and it took Nat all but two seconds to figure out why. Straggling at the end of the group was a white haired mutant, their hair nearly as white as snow or so Nat predicted given the stories of the crisp white flakes everyone had ever given her. The mutant was looking around them in amazement, most likely seeing some color for the first time as well.

     "And this,“ Charles gesture behind him, ushering the white haired student forward. "Is (Y/N), one of my best students and greatest fighters,” (Y/N) smiled shyly as the looked at the team meekly, their gaze stopping and landing on Nat. Their eyes went wide and their lips parted in surprise. “(Y/N), why don’t you show them what you can do?” But (Y/N) wasn’t listening, not when they were suddenly seeing their soulmate for the first time. “(Y/N),” Charles coughed lightly, reaching out gingerly nudge (Y/N)’s arm. “Show them,” Charles words must have pulled them out of their momentary trance because one minutes they were transfixed on Nat and the other they were suddenly creating billions of snowflakes in the air, the room dropping a couple degrees in temperature as some of the furniture around the room began to freeze. 

    “(Y/N) control the element of water and all of it’s forms, her mutation’s been a great advantage to our team but-” Charles stops short when Nat surges forward, immediately enveloping (Y/N) In a tight and warm hug. Despite the fact the two had said anything to each other Nat knew she loved them with her entire heart and she could only hope (Y/N) felt the same. 

    “Woah,” Tony chuckles, raising his hands I surrender. “What’s going on here?” Charles merely smiles as the two part only to have their lips meet in a slow and loving kiss. 

     "They’re soulmates Mr. Stark, hence the fact that the two can now see color,“ Tony turns to look at the two with a huge and excited smile but they remain wrapped up around each other tightly, refusing to let their lips part for even a second. "It doesn’t take a telepath to figure out that we are intruding on their moment,” Charles whispers, his smiling steadfast upon his face. “Perhaps we should continue to discuss this elsewhere?” Tony nods, guiding his team out of the room, the x-men not far behind. Only Nat and (Y/N) remain, kissing until their lungs couldn’t handle it anymore. When they part Nat couldn’t help but smirk a bit, her heart swelling with love and pride for the mutant in her arms. 

    “I’m Natasha Romanoff,” she whispers, her lips already grazing against (Y/N)’s once again in a desperate attempt to keep (Y/N) as close as possible. 

   "I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N),“

Sting of Rejection

The last scene of Season 12x03, in the eyes of the reader.

A/N: This is really sad. I’m just forewarning you, and it also contains spoilers from the 3rd episode of season 12 so, if you’re not caught up, don’t read this. Ever since I saw that important scene, I’ve played it over and over in my head and imagine how horrible it must have been for Sam and Dean to just get their mother back, and for her to leave again. So, I wanted to write it in the readers eyes. Let me know what you think, I’ve never written anything like this before. ♥

Word Count: 1,495

- angst.

Tags: @balthazars-muse @winchestersnco @kayteonline @manawhaat @aprofoundbondwithdean @spnashley @pada-ackles @winchester-writes @oriona75 @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @loveitsallineed @hymnofthevalkyries @melbelle45 @zanthiasplace @xtina2191 @salvachester @sis-tafics @rizlow1 

*gifs are not mine.

You saw it, the moment his emerald eyes dropped down and he wouldn’t make eye contact with his own mother; the moment he was punched in the gut for the thousandth time. With your back frozen to the chair you sat on, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his expression. He was a broken man in that split second he let his vulnerability show, beaten by the fact that the one person he chased for the better part of his life didn’t want him anymore.

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Request: Hello. I just went to comic con.And I was wondering if you could do a Bucky/SebastianStan x reader. Where the Avengers or the actors cosplay as their characters(It’s your choice.And no one knows it’s them.They just think they are really good cosplayers)go to comic con for fun(Tonys/RDJs idea).The reader cosplays as female Bucky.She sees The real Bucky(not knowing its really him)and asks for a picture with him.Bucky finds her really attractive.You can make up the rest😊btw love your work❤❤

Blog Tag: @leah5684

A/N: Fem!Reader. I’ve never been to a con, but I’m going in March to my first, so I may rewrite this later when I find out what one is really like or do another one. I’m not sure, yet. Open for a part two if anyone wants one!

Warnings: I don’t know how ComiCon really goes

Word Count Total: 431

Short Imagine #64

Title: ComiCon

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Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 747 (Ya see what I did there?)
Requested by @sabriel-38:  I saw the Before he Cheats request and I was wondering it you could do something similar with 747 by Lady Antebellum, please? Dean x Reader, please. Thanks in advance~ 

A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, send me an ask.

           She didn’t know where I was. She didn’t know what my plan was. But I could tell she was tired of waiting for me. She was tired of not knowing how long it would be before we were together again. And she would never have guessed I would be getting on a plane for her. But that was the plan.

           Her words on the phone rang in my ears; I don’t know how much longer I can take being alone, Dean.

           I never wanted to be the reason for her sadness. She was everything to me and it broke my heart to know that I wasn’t showing her that. I had to show her I loved her.

           I didn’t fly. I hated planes. But I had to get to her. I had to make sure she knew how much I loved her. So, a plane was the fastest way to get to her and show her that I really meant everything I said.

           As I boarded the plane, I could feel the nerves setting in even more. I was really doing this. The last time I was on a plane, Sam and I had to find and exorcise a demon. All I could do was hope nothing supernatural was on this plane.

           “You look anxious, Son,” an older man said sitting next to me.

           “A little,” I nodded.

           “Where you headed?”

           “To see my girl,” I said, “And I hate flying.”

           “She must be something special then,” he said.

           “She’s perfect.”

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Ten Feet Off the Ground

read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/8516998

by Leslie_Knope

“Oh my god, you reek,” Laura says, waving her hand in front of her nose dramatically. “Get away from me. Right now. I never want to know what your desire smells like. Gross, gross, gross.”

(Or: the one in which Derek and Stiles meet in a bar, and it’s basically love at first sight.)

Words: 5010, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/8516998