i want to stop worrying

Two can play at this game

April Fools’ Day… the Snowbaz possibilities are endless. Also: @snowbaz-feda looks great and everyone should go check it out

March 31.


‘What did you do to him?’

Snow’s girlfriend has followed me out of the dining hall, her hands on her hips and her pretty eyes glaring.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ I say, arching one eyebrow, and it’s true; I have no fucking clue what she’s on about, except that it’s about Snow. Everything is about Snow.

‘So this isn’t your doing?’ Her eyes are still squinted suspiciously.

‘Sadly, I can’t take credit for whatever has befallen Snow, but I’d love to hear about it.’ I pretend that I’m not worried. I tell myself that I’m glad if he’s hurt.

She huffs. ‘Just stay away from him, Baz.’

‘That’s going to be difficult, given that we share a room,’ I drawl. I suppose it’s no use telling her that I can never get far enough away from him. (I can never get close enough, either.)

‘I’m serious. I know you’re enemies and all, but that’s just politics. If you break his heart I swear Penelope will curse you so hard you’ll still be screaming from across the Veil. Hell, I’ll even do it myself.’ She’s practically spitting fire at this point.

‘Wellbelove, what the fuck are you on about?’

She sighs and crosses her arms. ‘Simon broke up with me.’

I try to squash down the hopeful feeling in my chest. It’s not like this is going to do me any good. (Anything is possible). (No, not this.)

‘My condolences,’ I say drily. ‘Or perhaps I should deliver them to Snow.’

‘He broke up with me because of you,’ she snaps. ‘Because of his feelings for you.’

‘Excuse me?’ I try not to let it show on my face. How fast my heart is beating. How much I want this to be true.

‘Just don’t use this to hurt him,’ she insists. ‘That would be low, even for you. Just leave him alone.’

‘Sorry, I’m still stuck on the part where you said Snow has feelings for me?’ My voice sounds too high.

‘Yeah, well, so am I,’ Wellbelove mutters. ‘I mean it, Baz. Don’t hurt him.’

‘What makes you think I can?’ Either Wellbelove is mistaken, or I must be hallucinating. Snow can’t have feelings for me. Snow hates me. He thinks I’m every kind of evil he’s ever known.

‘Because he told me,’ she says. ‘He says he’s in love with you, and I sure hope for his sake that it’s not true. I know you don’t think I’m much of a threat but I promise you, if you hurt someone I care about, I’ll fucking end you.’

‘Right,’ I say. I’m not scared of Wellbelove, but the way she’s looking at me right now, maybe I judged her too quickly. I want to tell her that she doesn’t need to worry, because I’m so in love with Simon Snow that even on good days I think it’s going to kill me, and all of this sounds way too good to be true.

‘I mean it,’ she says, and turns to walk away.

‘Noted,’ I manage to choke out, and now that her back is turned, I let the mask fall. I’m standing rooted to the spot staring after her with what must be a completely shell-shocked look on my face and – Aleister fucking Crowley.

Simon Snow can’t be in love with me. It’s impossible. It’s brilliant.

I look back through the door to the dining hall, and I see Wellbelove walk back to her table, and I realise Snow has been watching for her to come back.

Wait. There’s something I’m missing.

Why would she tell me that Snow has feelings for me, if she thinks I’m going to use it to hurt him?

And then I remember. Today is the last day of March. And that means tomorrow…

I draw in a sharp breath. It feels like I’ve been kicked in the gut. Fuck him. I fucking believed her, even if it was just for a minute. Fuck him for doing this to me. I want to march in there and drag him out of his chair and beat the living daylights out of him (I don’t. I don’t want to hurt him). I want to break down and cry, right here in front of the entire school. Natasha Pitch’s son, the vampire, a heartbroken, sobbing mess.

Alright. Fine, Snow. Fucking fine.

Two can play at this game.

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I’m seeing a lot of young transgender or non-binary people out there freaking out or going completely silent and removing all their info from their bios in light of the recent news in America. And I get that, I really, truly do.

But I also want you guys to know that it’s safe to come talk to me if you’re feeling pressured or scared or angry or whatever you’re feeling. If you’re comfortable with talking to me, go for it. :)

Secondly, if you’ve spoken to me about your gender for whatever reason, and are feeling scared about someone else finding out or you being being outed for any reason, please know that I will never reveal anything we have spoken about, anything you have sent to me or asked me about (as an anon or not) to anyone. What we discuss is private, and unless you give me permission to respond publicly or speak about it to others, it will stay between us. Always.

anonymous asked:

Are you ready to see Clarke being the commander? because that's totally going to happen. The foreshadowing is there. JRoth's intentions are transparent. Clarke following L footsteps and two endgames. Don't tell me it's not perfect.

I’m tired™

Listen, you can think whatever you want, I can’t control how you feel. I understand why people are worried and I totally get how problematic it would be if Clarke took the flame. (if this happens, the only thing that could keep me watching the show is Bob/Bellamy, and I’m not even sure)

but the point is I don’t see that happening.

Let’s make a list:

Reasons to believe she will.

- She’s a nightblood

Reasons to believe she won’t.

- Their society and the world will be gone in 6 days.

- The flame is kind of in no man’s land.

- They’re moving away from hierarchies.

- Polis and the tower are going to be destroyed in 4x13.

- COL is gone. In my opinion there’s no way to communicate with the commanders.

- The flame was a religious symbol, now it’s just an USB. Some grounders reject it because it’s technology.

- Society+ Religion+Politics = Commander but….. Non society + USB= ???

- Grounders wouldn’t or shouldn’t accept her since she’s not a real nightblood. She’s an experiment and that’s blasphemy (Echo said something like that)

- Before this season, having nightblood was a gift/curse, but now it’s nothing special. If it’s not special, there’s no tradition.

- Raven is connected to Becca’s mind in some way. Clarke doesn’t need to take the flame.

- When Clarke decided to inject herself with nightblood she was rejecting L’s leadership.

- Clarke doesn’t need an upgrade. If they make her take the AI it would be like erasing her character, her leadership, the lessons she learned….

- All the commanders have led alone. Clarke was already isolated in s3 and it was her worst moment. She needs her people and shipper goggles off, this show is about Bellamy and Clarke and their leadership. I mean, Together is their motto.  

- It’s no coincidence this season we’ve seen many characters calling her out. Monty, Murphy, Jasper, Emori, Arkadia!!… They’re pushing Clarke away from God’s rol. “You know, it’s too bad that you weren’t a real Nightblood because then you could’ve been Commander. Imagine how many people you could’ve killed then” The commander’s rol has pretty negative connotations, don’t you think?

Maybe they managed to add a plot where Clarke feels tempted to take it to save her people, but she would ultimately reject it. This is the only ‘Clarke as commander’ plot that I can see. The narrative isn’t going there.

I’m not going to tell people how they are allowed to feel and react to a situation.

The way I see, what’s done is done.

If they haven’t written that. I’m spending weeks worrying over nothing.

If they have written that, my worries are not going to change their story. If that happens I’d drop the show or I’d turn into a casual viewer. It’s as simple as that.

never have i ever (m)

Originally posted by apgujeon

in which a game of never have i ever, which you probably wouldn’t have played under more sober circumstances, opens a box of hidden desire. 

Member: Jungkook

Word Count: 1.9k

It was a foregone conclusion that whenever you and your friends were at a house party, you’d end up in the basement. Which is why as soon as you entered the house, Jungkook grabbed your hand and led you towards the stairs.

“What’s with the urgency?”

“Someone’s trying to convince me the world is gonna end in three days unless I let them stick their fingers-” You held up your free hand to stop him.

“Don’t worry, I don’t want to know.”

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All I want is to stop having to keep this a secret. I want to be able to hold your hands and tell our friends about the date we went on last night. I want to stop hiding, stop worrying what will happen if someone finds out. I want to stop wondering if maybe I’m not worth it to you.

Originally posted by corn-flacks

when your mans is lookin like a snack

Pairing: Zach x fem!reader

Request: Okay here is something that came to mind, just a idea for someone to work off of, okay so today I was watching 13rw & thought of a smut were Zach & his gf are both virgins or at least she is & after a while of dating they fuck & b/c she’s like Tonys height Zach had to like pick her & fuck her against the wall (ect) & he gets carried away b/c she’s a flustered mess under him & the next day she comes to school & her back hurts & she lost her voice & it’s just funny smut

Warning: sin {oral - male on female, rough secs?}

Word count:1043

This is my first Zach imagine and smut! I hope you like it! I hope it’s accurate lmao. 

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anonymous asked:

what do you think about lena being part of a organization called checkmate? i've seen some ppl talking about it because of that shady thing with the chess piece ppl think she could be a white knight (its like a title, im bad at explaining so probably would be good to google about it sorry)

i Don’t Think,,,, white knight just moves like an L and she’s a lesbian, there is nothing shady going on she just wants to buy kara flowers and eat donuts with her Let Her Live Leave Her Olone

Disposable pt 16

Being friends with benefits with Min Yoongi can be complicated (at best) by itself. But when you accidentally tell your family (and his boss) that the two of you are dating, things get messy. It only complicates things more when you blackmail Yoongi into pretending to date you, and neither of you can quite keep your feelings separate, no matter how much you try.

Angst, fluff, slight smut at times.

Yoongi x Reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

The house was fairly quiet when you woke up, and upon venturing into the living room, you found Namjoon, Jungkook, and Hoseok talking quietly. You were almost relieved that Yoongi wasn’t sitting with them, you weren’t sure if you were ready to face him just yet. You were embarrassed by the things you had said, and didn’t much care for the idea of admitting to him that you were wrong—even if he was wrong too. The conversation halted abruptly when you walked into the room, and you looked down at your feet.

“Sorry about last night.” You muttered, and you saw Namjoon shake his head.

“Don’t be. Fights happen. But we need to talk.”

You didn’t like the sound of that, but you sat down in a chair across from Namjoon anyway. “Have you seen Yoongi this morning?” You asked, hoping to stall. Maybe you could use the excuse of apologizing to him as a reason to leave the room. You thought you might even bring him coffee as a sort of peace offering if he was still in bed.

“Yeah, I have. A few hours ago.” You looked up at your oldest brother, seeing the seriousness of his face.

“A few hours ago? Where is he now?” You weren’t sure why you were suddenly so nervous, but you glanced between Namjoon and Jungkook, looking for some clue.

“He’s gone.” Jungkook said quietly.

“Gone?” You asked, a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. “Gone outside?”

“No…” Jungkook started, but you didn’t want to hear the rest. You had a horrible suspicion of what he meant.

“Gone to the store?”

“Gone, gone.” Namjoon sighed. “His flight was at eight.”

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WESTWORLD | 1.10 | Felix & Maeve

Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?

Happy birthday precious child *^*

i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole namjoon

Namjoon builds up the courage to approach you standing by the sidewalk of where he lived instead of putting on a blind eye. Two weeks since the breakup, he hasn’t been able to look at you the same way he used to without threatening to cry at least five times but each time he past you by and headed straight to the lobby and elevated up to his unit, he can’t help but take a glance back down the window to see you were still there… like how a part of him wishes you would.

He doesn’t know why you’re here but you haven’t said anything about it or to him. So Namjoon takes action on his own to walk up to you on a Saturday night he intends to spend alone but is now trying to fight his loneliness with someone he used to call his everything.

“Y-Y/N?” Damn it, you just had to stutter, didn’t you?

Your hood falls back a little when you tip your chin up and black on black on black is a good combination for you to light up the rest of your face. As far as you can get to blend into the night, the moon could never take your spot in having this glow on your cheeks, the sparkle in your eyes and the glitter framing your smile like losing him meant nothing.

“Oh, hey… Namjoon,” You lower your phone and he doesn’t pay much mind to it, eyes gazing into your own as you speak, “What’re you doing here?”

He scoffs a laugh, “I live here,”

With the clicking of your tongue and the bucket of cold awkwardness poured over the two of you, you can only offer a sheepish smile, “Ah, right… your point?”

“Look, I’ll be honest, okay? I’ve been seeing you here since we broke up and you keep coming around here so I’m going to be direct and ask did you miss me?”

You shrug, “You could say that,”

Could? What the fu-”The notification from your phone cuts him off and he squints at the screen. When your fingers try to cover it from his view, this is one of the few times he’s agile enough to snatch it from you. He tries his luck to key in your passcode he remembers by heart and miraculously it unlocks. He pulls the bar down and taps on the wi-fi, revealing that - “You’re using my wi-fi?!”

“You know I’d never lie to you so…”

“You’ve been coming back here just to use my wi-fi?!” He shoves your phone back into your hands and the look that fills his eyes crosses between anger and… disappointment. “I thought you missed me the way I missed you and to think we could have another shot but you stooped so low to come back just to use my wi-fi. What the fuck?”


“Don’t Namjoon me. I don’t have anything else to say to you and by the way, I’m changing my password so good luck coming around here-”

“Would you suck up your pity party and shut up for a minute?” You get up from sitting by the brick partition jutting out from the wall, looking up to him. “Sucks, doesn’t it?”

Namjoon’s furrowed brows and creased forehead only shows his confusion.

“How does it feel like to have someone so close but feel so far away from you? How do you think I feel whenever you come home to me but all you do is shut me out? I’m not complaining or anything but think about it, Joon. You are no different than I am now compared to when we were together,” That shuts him up completely, so you unlock your phone to pull up your web browser to continue where you’re searching for - “By the way, I was looking for a good place to getaway… with you,”

“…using my wi-fi,”

“Will you shut the fuck up about your damned wi-fi? If we’re talking about this then how about we talk about you using up almost a bottle of my whole body wash for a fucking bubble bath, you eating up all my cereal and milk along with two doors you broke down during the timespan we were together?”

You take in a deep breath and exhale, putting your hands into the connecting pocket of your hoodie and stepping back, “Go ahead and change your password if you want. I won’t come back anymore so you can stop worrying about-”

“I’m sorry,”

“…for what?”

“For… shutting you out. For not opening up more and… using up all your body wash and eating your cereal and all that,”

“I didn’t come here for an apology,”

Namjoon opens his mouth and you stop him before he can say anything.

“If you bring up your wi-fi one more time, I will shove my foot up your ass-”Namjoon stops you from speaking when he lunges at you to pull you into his embrace. Long arms sliding around your waist as his face buries in your neck, Namjoon hasn’t felt at home since and now it’s all coming back to him when your scent and presence alone overwhelms him. He squeezes you tight, and tighter when you put your arms around him.

“I’m really sorry… for everything,”

“…I’m sorry too. I wasn’t exactly the best girlfriend in the world,”

“But you loved me,” Namjoon whispers to your skin, syllables shaking, “And that was good enough for me,”

“Not loved,” You create a gap between the pair of you but it’s still enough for Namjoon to count the stars in your eyes, “Still do,”

He picks out all the stars and fills them up with words, saying in return: “Good. Because I do too.”

Saved By Vodka

How long has it been oh my lanta. 

I’m trying to catch up on some requests rn so here’s one I’ve recently finished. Again, I got carried away haha, but nonetheless I hope you enjoy. 

Yes, I can. I’m sorry if this is a mess huhu

Originally posted by gyllxenhaal

Saved by Vodka 

(Pietro Cutie Tipsy NOT DEAD Maximoff x Cutie Angel Pie Reader) 

It was a quiet day at the tower. Yes, the windows were shattered and the floor as still littered with broken glass and fallen debris, but it was nothing but quiet. Y/N’s brother and his super-friends were out of town and she had the lab all to herself. Don’t get her wrong, she was worried about the battle in Sokovia, and was pretty pissed off at Tony for having created a megabot that wanted to destroy all mankind for this new “perfect” generation to reign, but she was requested by Tony and the rest of the team to stay put in the tower and wait until they got back. They made it pretty clear that she was much more useful here than there. So she obliged- she had her music plugged in, the speakers up in full blast as she worked on some apology notes and checks to the towns and cities the Avengers have recently destroyed. She was very known to the UN by her charm and her notes and donations were always greatly appreciated.

Her music was cut by a phone call… from Pepper.

“Oh shit,” she mumbled before answering the call and shutting her eyes, bracing herself just as Tony should be, “Hi, Pepper,”

“Y/N, where in hell is your brother?!” She screamed on the other end of the line. Y/N winced at her tone, proceeding with her work. Her voice came out casual but at the same time strained, as if she didn’t want to have the conversation, which is most definitely true, “He’s at Sokovia-,”

“Sokovia? Where’s Sokovia?!”

“Eastern Europe, if I’m right.”

“What? Did he really create that murder bot?! Patch me through to him, now!”

“Sorry, Pepper,” Y/N sighed, sliding her chair from one end of the room to another to retrieve her juice box, “I can’t,”

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“Pretty busy right now,”

“Ask Jarvis!”

“Jarvis isn’t available right now either.”

In the background from Pepper’s end of the phone call, the sound of the screams on television alerted Y/N that she was watching the news… which is probably what she should be doing too… “What’s that purple thing?!”

“That’s Vision,” Y/N informed her calmly, “Jarvis is kinda in him.”

“There’s another murder bot?!”

“Not really, he’s kind of the good guy… which Tony also kind of created.”

“Oh my-” Pepper’s volume was lowered just as she began her rant as another voice joined in on their conversation. “Hey, Y/N,”

“Hey, Tony,”

“Tony fucking Stark!” Pepper exclaimed and Tony’s face visibly scrunched up into a cringe, “Hey, honey, how’s Canada?”

“Don’t you how’s Canada me! I leave you alone for two minutes and-”

“Baby, look, I love you, okay? But we have a life on the line and I really have to go. Talk to you later, I’ll send you flowers, I miss you, I love you. Bye,” Tony ended her call from his suit and went back to talking with his sister. He quickly turned to her and glared, “Did you tell on me?”

Y/N shook her head, “Nope. What’s the sitch?”

“We have a fallen soldier. Need you to get to the medical bay ASAP. Don’t worry about the doors. I’ll be there with Helen and the body in ten.”

“The body?”

“Bye, Y/N, I love you, I miss you, I’ll send you flowers!” Tony smirked and hung up, leaving Y/N a confused heap.


Y/N watched as her brother walked on the launchpad, a jet following after him. He phased out of his armor and brought his sister into his arms for a hug. They acted so casual, as if there wasn’t just a worldwide threat going after their asses. The thing was, Y/N had been born into this life. Their father worked for SHIELD, so she knew the risks of losing a family member. She’s been more of a homebody- always tinkering in the labs and, more recently, the medical bay. Ever since she found out about her abilities, she’d spent more of her time in the clinic, helping out with injuries within the team.

Y/N had the power to heal any type of injury, although she hasn’t really explored them all that much. Only Tony knew about what she could do- she’d almost told Bruce once but she had second thoughts… So up until now, she was an inexperienced healer.

“I need you to revive a body,” Tony deadpanned, walking with her to the clinic.

“A body?! Like a-a dead body?!”

“His heart just stopped beating six minutes ago, there’s still time,” Tony shrugged and pushed her into the clinic where some agents had already carried a body in. She gaped at the dead man on the table and looked at Tony, “I can’t do this,”

“Yes, you can,” Tony said, his voice lowering, turning serious. “Look, this guy saved Clint’s and a kid’s life. He’s a good kid… And he has a sister.”

“Tony… I don’t…”

“I just thought that, if I’d lost you and I knew something could be done,” Tony frowned. He cared about his sister dearly, having been the only family left in his life, “I could never live with myself.” Tony put his hands on her shoulders and gave her an almost pleading look, “I know you can do this,”

That was enough to get her up and going, doing everything she could to fix up the dead man on her table. First, she healed his wounds, speeding up the process of the regeneration cradle, next she fixed all the internal bleeding, and then she started him up. She placed both her hands on his chest and took a deep breath. Tony was in the corner, watching out for her, ready to help her if it got too much for her to handle. Helen and a few more nurses who were in the room were asked to step aside as Y/N used her abilities. It was a sight to see for them- a “medical phenomenon”, Helen had muttered under her breath.

Y/N’s hands began to glow a misty gold as she gave everything in her to get his heart beating again. She felt the energy in her slowly starting to drain out. She didn’t notice Tony’s hands holding her upright.

“Okay, I think that’s enough,” Tony told her, yet doing nothing to pull her away. He knew better than that. Y/N shook her head, glancing at the heart monitor

“No, I almost got it,” Y/N slurred. Her vision getting increasingly blurry as she tried to focus on the man’s- Pietro’s- paling face. She’s never done anything to this extent with her powers before. It was draining her.

“Y/N! I said that’s enough!”

“Shh, Tony,” Y/N mumbled, exerting everything into the situation at hand until there was a beep and then there was a gasp and then there was nothing.


Y/N opened her eyes to her brother towering over her. She was on the couch, in the living room, surrounded by the Avengers. From the looks of it, they’d been watching the whole fiasco in the clinic and they wanted answers.

“Hey, Superstar,” Tony smiled once Y/N came to, “How you feeling?”

“Drained,” Y/N rasped, “Thirsty. Hot.”

“Got iced tea, extra ice and, um…” Steve frowned, looking into the glass he’d been holding, “No tea.”

“Water. Iced water.” Tony rolled his eyes and grabbed the glass from Steve to give to Y/N. With a little chuckle, she accepted the glass and sat upright. It was then that she noticed the new girl who was standing beside Clint by her feet.

The girl introduced herself as soon as she noticed Y/N’s attention had been directed to her, “Hello… I am Wanda Maximoff.”

“Hey,” she replied, reaching out to shake the girl’s hand. Wanda took a quick glance at Tony hesitantly before she looked back at Y/N, “You saved my brother. Thank you.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief. So he was okay… so she did it.

“It’s not a problem,” she said and gave the dead man’s sister a soft smile. “I’m happy to help.”

“I was wrong about you, Mister Stark,” Wanda confessed, “Ever since I saw your name on the shell that killed my parents, I had thought you were the evilest thing the world could conjure up.”

Tony let out a puff.

“I thought that ending you would make things easier, save more lives; rid the world of such animosity… but I was wrong. I had never thought you and your family would bring me back my only family left. For this, Mister Stark, I humble myself. I’m deeply sorry for misjudging you.” At this, Tony smiled, and reached forward to shake Wanda’s hand.

“If it’s any consolation,” he said, looking around him, “It looks like you’ve gotten more than you’ve bargained for.”

Just as Wanda was to ask what he meant by that, Clint already had an arm around her, “Welcome to the family, kiddo! We have Taco Tuesdays and the rest we either get Chinese or pizza.”

It was no surprise that Tony threw a party a few weeks after that. In the span of that time, Y/N had only seen Pietro twice, only because she’d been busy going around to pay for things Tony broke. She has bonded with Wanda a few times though, when they would go out to shop for clothes.

That night would be the third time she would encounter Pietro.

She was sitting on the bar, having her third drink and chatting with Steve when Pietro saw her from across the room. Just as the other times he’d seen her, he felt a tug in his heart that made him want to get closer to her. Oh how he wanted to just talk to her, to be able to spend some time with her and show her how grateful he is to her for bringing him back.

“Party, drink, nice outfit,” Tony listed as he approached Pietro, eyeing him closely, “Eyes on my sister- something is bubbling in that little white skull of yours and I don’t think I like it.”

Pietro didn’t drop his gaze, “Hush, old man, I am thinking.”

Tony groaned, “If it’s about Y/N, I want you to stop.”

“How did you…”

“I already have Steve to worry about.” Tony explained. Upon realizing this, he chugs down his drink in distress. When he resurfaced to tell Pietro off about his little crush, the asshat was already gone. Tony looked around and then at his glass, “I need a bigger glass.”


“No way, so you’re telling me the boats were too heavy?” Y/N laughed at Steve’s story. He nodded and raised his drink in confirmation, “No one really understood what the beeping noise was all about until we all got off.”

Y/N laughed, “That’s amazing,”

“Yeah, well, it would have been much better if you were there.” Steve smiled, looking at her almost a little too flirtatiously, “Things are always better when you’re around.”

Y/N’s face flushed as she looked down to take a sip of her drink, “That’s so sweet of you, Steve.” Steve was a nice man, with an extremely amazing heart of gold. The world could only dream of having someone as amazing as he was, yet although he shows her a certain amount of interest- and she appreciates it- she doesn’t think she’s just the right person for him.

“Captain, hello.” Wanda suddenly was beside them. She gave Y/N a smile and addressed her before she gave Steve her attention once more, “Would you like to dance?”

Steve gave her a kind smile and accepted. Y/N laughed as she watched the two fumble around like idiots to the beat of the music, questioning herself whether or not she thinks any of these two can dance.

“Your laugh is just as beautiful as you are, draga,” a voice said from behind the counter. She turned to see Pietro pouring himself a drink of vodka. She clicked her tongue, “That’s a strong drink, Pietro,”

Pietro chuckled, “I think it is what I need right now.”

Y/N twisted in the swiveling chair she was sitting in to face Pietro who raised a glass of champagne. She allowed him to pour some more in her glass. Pietro took a moment to just stare at her, to just look into her eyes before she pulled her gaze away from him. Y/N couldn’t deny this connection she had to the dead man. As if after the day she’d healed him, all she wanted to do was be by his side. Although time and life said no, she’s now with him, right now, and maybe, just maybe, life was saying yes.

“Beautiful,” Pietro breathed once more, taking a large gulp of his vodka. She blushed and took a big gulp of her drink as well. She knew of Pietro’s reputation of being a flirt, but that didn’t exactly make her immune to it.

“You clean up pretty nice too,” she told him, gesturing to his button down shirt and slacks. “True bachelor get up,”

Pietro chuckled, “I try,” and again, another sip. He was getting tired of just drinking it all away. He needed to say it now, get it out his system. He promised himself he’d take it well, if she doesn’t feel the same, it would be no problem. It would suck, but he won’t make a fuss about it.

“Y/N,” he finally started, sounding a bit distressed as he did. He was caught off guard by her eyes on him. “I- I… Ever since you saved me that day, I have had this feeling…”

Y/N’s breath hitched. Pietro made no comment to that but proceeded to what he was saying, “That I wanted to just be with you. Be close to you, physically and e-emotionally, you know? And because of that, it has fueled me to get to know you more. From our brief encounters in the past, as quick as they were, I’ve… fallen… to,” Pietro cleared his throat, “to… like you a certain amount. A very big amount, actually,” he chuckled. Y/N giggled at his nervous tone, masking the fact that her heart was beating as fast as the man in front of her could run.

“With that,” he cleared his throat again, eyeing the drink in his hand, “I was wondering if you would allow me to better get to know you, so I may, finally admit to you how much… I do, truly…” He looked up at her, “Love you.” as soon as the words left his mouth, his one hand reached for the bottle of vodka to his left and took a big swig out of it. Oh how he loved the drink so much more now than he ever did in his life.

Y/N found this cute, and as he was speaking, she had already mulled over the fact that she too may share the same feelings he has for her. She had realized that she hadn’t said anything for about a minute which made Pietro very, very anxious.

Y/N glanced around, spotting Steve already by the pool table and Tony entertaining Pepper (whe was still fairly angry). She then gave Pietro a warm smile, “You want to get out of here?”

In a second, the two were already walking down the sidewalk outside the building. “I’ve always wanted to try that Shake Shack everyone has been talking about.”

“We have the whole night ahead of us,” Y/N told him. “Let’s have some fun.”

“I have approximately a full bottle of Vodka in me,” Pietro grinned, “I think fun I can guarantee.”

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Moar Fics by me (with love)

Okay. Stop.

Don’t doubt yourself. Don’t.

All the people around you can and will (which is normal), including the ones you care about the most, of course.

But you? Nope. Absolutely not.

Why? Because you’re wrong.

You can do it. You can.

Sure it may look like you’re at the end of the line but just stop for a minute. Look at where you’re standing now, and look how far you’ve gone.

All that crap thrown at you and that you’ve trudged through all this time.

You did that. YOU.

And I don’t know about you but, that is awesome.

And you know what else is awesome about that? You’re still here.

And if you’re still reading this, then I’m willing to bet that you’ll still be here later. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

People will doubt you. Maybe not at first, but once they do, it’s usually a continuous downpour from there. The people you love are usually the last ones, too, because they’re the ones closest to having the patience of saints. Terrible timing, isn’t it?

And it hurts. GOD, does it hurt. To have all of them look at you and think that all the effort you’ve made wasn’t worth it? That everything you did was ‘exaggerated’ and ‘unnecessary’? Nothing can literally make you feel more like shit than that.

But here’s the thing. You’re still here. I know, I said that already, but that fact alone is what makes this all so amazing.

Despite everything, you’re still pushing yourself. You’re still reading this and you’re still fighting.

That is amazing.

You are amazing.

So please don’t doubt yourself. You may not know it yet, but pretty soon, everything will be okay.

And if you really feel like giving up, then okay. Sure. But I certainly won’t. (And trust me, that’s gonna be annoying as hell so better just forget about giving up entirely)

Don’t doubt yourself. If you do, then that’s unfortunate because I don’t.

I believe in you.

You can do it. :)

anonymous asked:

49. Paperhat with soft, vulnerable Black Hat. Hurt/Comfort. Love your blog!

“I don’t want to screw this up.”

The mansion halls were dark as night settled over the land. Shadows grew taller, and the creak of floorboards underfoot became more pronounced. Through these lightless hall wandered the owner of the mansion, his path undetermined, as he was lost in thought.

Blackhat couldn’t sleep. He’d tried to lay down, close his eyes, and slow his breathing, but none of it worked. His mind was much to active; he couldn’t stop thinking about… about him.

He and Dr.Flug had started dating about a month back. Part of Blackhat liked to think that everything was going good, but after yesterday… During filming he’d grabbed the doctor a little too roughly and the man had ended up with a sprained wrist. And then later that day, when Flug had come to Blackhat to see if he could steal some affection, the eldritch had waved him off with a cold shoulder. That evening, Blackhat overheard Flug saying something to Dementia about ‘my temperamental boss boyfriend,” and had been unable to shake a growing feeling of uncertainty.

Is Flug getting tired of me? Blackhat thought. After numerous rounds of walking the mansion, the eldritch still couldn’t shake himself out of his state. On this round though, he paused just outside Flug’s door. After an internal debate, Blackhat glided forward and opened the door. Quietly, he entered the room, and was surprised to find the bed made, but no one sleeping in it. He quickly shut the door, and made his way towards the lab. He found Flug slumped over at his work station, blueprints scribbled out in front of him, and an empty mug of coffee near his outstretched hand.

At first, Blackhat hesitated to draw near in fear of waking the scientist, but then he decided that it would be better for Flug to sleep in his own bed than at an uncomfortable desk. So he approached on silent feet, and slipped his arms under his boyfriend knees and around his shoulders. Carefully, Blackhat lifted him up and shifted him so that his head was resting against the eldritch’s chest. Then he made his way back to Flug’s room to place him gently in his bed.

As Blackhat was pulling the blanket up, Flug shifted and gave a groggy groan.

“Blackhat?” Flug mumbled.

“Go back to sleep, Flug,” Blackhat whispered, his throat tightening as his thoughts from earlier came pouring back in. He finished with the blankets and pulled away, getting ready to make a swift exit, but Flug stopped him by saying,

“You’re not gonna stay?” The thoughts swirled more violently around his head, he couldn’t breath, and before he could stop himself he blurted out,

“Are you sure you want you temperamental boss staying with you?” Flug was wide awake now.

“You heard me talking to Dementia…” Blackhat kept his back to Flug, but he nodded. “Did hear me tell her how much I still love you even though you can be frustrating, after that?”

“No, but I…” Blackhat’s heart contracted, a mix of emotions washing over him.

“Blackhat, I don’t hate you if that’s what you’re thinking.” With that, the eldritch whipped around to face Flug.

“How can you not!” he shouted. “I’m not good at this love thing, I can barely express my emotions properly, and I’m constantly rebuffing you, or even hurting you!” Flug was silent, and Blackhat slowly began to fall apart. “Flug, I… I don’t want to hurt you! Flug, I…” Blackhat fell to his knees gripping the sides of his head ; his mind was reeling and tears dripped down his face. He felt so exposed in this moment, so vulnerable, like he could be destroyed just by the wrong words. He met Flug’s gaze, and felt as if someone was crushing his lungs.

“Flug, I don’t want to screw this up.” he rasped. “I’m scared to losing you, but I don’t know how to keep you either… how do I show you that I care?” There was shuffling on the bed, and the blanket was being held up in invitation.

“Come up here,” Flug said softly. All the energy drained out of Blackhat as he heaved himself up onto the bed, and then crawled under the covers. Flug reached out, and took both of his hands in his own and  lifted his bag to kiss them. Then he pulled them close to his chest as he freed one had to cradle Blackhats cheek. He swiped at the remaining tears with his thumb, and leaned in to press a kiss to Blackhat’s lips.

When he came away, Blackhat’s expression screamed of heartache and a certain helplessness. Flug pulled his bag the rest of the way off so that he could make sure that Blackhat saw his soft smile, and reassuring gaze.

“I do love you, Blackhat,” he said. “It’s hard sometimes, but I know that you’re not human, and that you don’t feel emotions that same way that I do.”

“I wish I did, cause then this would be easier,” Blackhat muttered.

“Well you can’t, at least not yet, so I don’t have an expectations for you to be the most affectionate, or most open boyfriend that I could imagine… I know you’re still learning.”

“I want to be able to be there for you through; be a better boyfriend and not be some-”

“Stop.” Flug pressed a finger to Blackhats lips. “I want you to stop worrying about trying to be better, and realize that I love you for who you are. You’re not perfect, but nobody is, Blackhat. If you let yourself grow naturally with the relationship, that’ll be better for you AND me, than trying to force yourself into something you’re not ready for.”

Blackhat leaned forward to press his forehead to Flug’s with a soft sigh.

“Thank you, Flug,” he whispered. The doctor smiled and yawned.

“If I needed to, I would have this conversation with you 20 time over, just to help you realize what you mean to me.”

“Not tonight through, you’re tired and should get some rest.”

“Will you stay with me?” There was a pause, and then an grey-skinned arm found it’s way around Flug’s waist.

“Of course I will.” Not long after, the mansion was quiet once again; the night settling in around the walls were a man had been pacing. Now only the stars kept the moon company on this still night.

This Blackhat needs 50 hugs and another blanket, anon. I hope this is to your liking, my friend, I really enjoyed writing this one. Thank you for the request and the compliment, and have a great day!

This is for you anon, and that anon who requested either 49 or 50 in the prompts, so both of you enjoy!!! And thank you for the requests!!!