The Girl on the Bridge

Originally posted by samwisefrakkinggamgee

Pre-Serum Steve x Reader

The Girl on the Bridge

Prompt: Pre Serum Steve in modern times and is self-conscious of what his significant other will think of him. Cute fluffiness please please please!

Note: This is suuuuper cute omg. I decided to put a bit of a soulmate twist on it, if that’s okay. Very cute.

Warnings: Precious baby Steve. Fluff. Very fluff.

Steve stared at the timer at his wrist and sighed, sitting on his bed in he and Bucky’s shared apartment in New York. Tomorrow. Tomorrow was the day. Or to be exact: 0 years, 0 months, 0 weeks, 0 days, 12 hours, 37 minutes, and 14…13…12 seconds remained. That meant tomorrow after lunch.

“Nervous?” Bucky asked, poking his head into Steve’s room.

“You think?” Steve chuckled softly. He pointed to the outfit hanging on the knob of his dresser. It was a light blue polo shirt and khakis with a pair of nice brown dress shoes. “Too dressy? Should I go casual?”

“Nah, it’s fine. I’m sure she’ll be dressed up just as much, if not more, than you.” Bucky assured him. He pulled out his phone and checked the weather for the next day. “Should be nice and sunny.”



“Do you think she’ll be okay with…me? You know, being the way I am?”

“She’s your soulmate, Stevie. She doesn’t have a choice.” He laughed. Steve went quiet, suddenly very serious. “Steve, lighten up. Of course she’ll love you. Who wouldn’t?”

“What if she’s taller than me? What if she doesn’t find me? What if we miss eachother?”

“Don’t worry about it, Steve.” Bucky smiled. “She’ll love you. I know it.”

“Okay.” Steve nodded. He laid down in his bed. “Night Buck.”

“Get some sleep, punk. God knows you’re going to need it,”


Steve didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. Every time he dozed off, he ended up having a nightmare about how horribly things could go the next day. When he finally got out of bed, he drank three cups of coffee to wake him up and then brushed his teeth four times to make sure his breath was minty and fresh.


“Buck, I can’t breathe.” Steve sighed, his heart racing. He checked the timer on his wrist. There was only an hour left.

“We’re going to the park. That’s the best place to meet people. Right on the bridge. Real romantic.” Bucky said. “Plus, it’s a nice day.”

“Okay,” he nodded. The park wasn’t that far away. Only a short walk. They could get there in no time. “Let’s get going. I don’t want to be late.”

“You can’t be late. She’s your soulmate.”

“I know,” he nodded. “I know.”


“(Y/N), you’re going to be fine,” your best friend, Sarah, told you for the fortieth time. You were strolling through the park, waiting in bated breath for your timer to run out. 5 minutes. You had five minutes. Your heart raced at the speed of light, and you felt like you might pass out. You were wearing a dress, a cute short lacy blue dress and black flats. Your hair was curled, thanks to Sarah, and your makeup was perfect.

“He’s going to love you.” she reassured you, rubbing your back. “I’ll wait for you over there by that tree,” she pointed to the tree near the base of the bridge. “And good luck. But it’s not like you’ll need it.”

Sarah walked away, her long curly red hair bouncing with every step. You glanced at your wrist, staring at the glowing numbers. You got chills. Any minute now.


Steve looked up to the bridge and swallowed nervously. He adjusted his collar and gripped the bouquet of flowers he had brought tight. A red-haired girl sitting under a tree looked up from her book.

“Are you here to meet a soulmate?” she asked excitedly. Steve nodded nervously. Bucky smiled softly. “My friend (Y/N)’s up there on the bridge. She only has a few minutes left.”

“So does he,” Bucky nudged him forward. “Go on, buddy.”

“O-okay,” he nodded and started walking towards you hesitantly. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He was shaking, blushing, nervous. He felt like he was going to throw up, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. Not now.

Once he was standing beside you, he tapped your shoulder. In that instant, both of your timers dinged together as they reached zero simultaneously.

“H-hi,” you greeted shyly, smiling brightly as you met his eyes. He smiled back.

“I’m Steve. Steve Rogers,” He introduced.

“(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied. He held out his hand to shake yours but you pulled him into a hug instead, holding him tightly. His eyes widened, not expecting to be accepted by you so quickly, but he embraced you nonetheless, his heart racing. “I was worried I would never meet you,” You admitted, beginning to cry tears of relief. “So, so worried something would go wrong. I didn’t get a minute of sleep last night.”

“Neither did I,” he admitted softly, burying his head in your hair. He couldn’t believe you were here. He couldn’t believe you were real and in his arms and so soft and warm. He held onto you like he would never get another chance. “I can’t believe you’re real. And you’re so, so beautiful,”

“Thank you,” You smiled, still not letting go. “Can I just hug you forever?”

“That’s fine with me.”

“Come on, lovebirds,” Bucky called from the tree. “Do you want to go out for lunch, or what?”

“That’s Bucky,” Steve explained. You finally stopped hugging him and just took a good long look at him. He was adorable. You didn’t care that he was kind of short or kind of skinny. He was your soulmate, and there was no one on earth you’d rather spend the rest of your life with.

Hello Detective Chapter 54 (Sherlock imagine)

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The two of you rode the elevator down to the lab for Q to prep you for your case.

“Ah, hello you must be our new 009!” A man younger than what you expected greeted the two of you once the elevator door opened.

“Yes, Y/N Gregson.” You smiled.

“Before we get down to the details of your next mission, I’ll need you both to roll up your left sleeve. Just a tracking device, needs to be implanted. M insisted on it after Miami.” Q said, looking to Bass.

“He still mad about that?” Bass asked.

“Just need to keep an eye on you.” Q smiled.

“What happened in Miami?” You asked as the tracking device was injected into your arm.

“007 stopped a bomb from destroying a Skyfleet prototype that was being unveiled.” Q answered.

“Why would someone want to destroy it?” You asked.

“When they analyzed the stock market after 9/11, the CIA discovered a massive shorting of airline stocks. When the stocks hit bottom on 9/12 someone made a fortune.” Q explained.

“So the same thing was supposed to happen with Skyfleet stock. I’m guessing that someone lost around 100 million dollars betting the wrong way. Do we know who?” You asked.

“Jesus, M wasn’t lying about you being incredibly quick. We think it’s a man known as Le Chiffre. Banker to the world’s terrorists.” Q said.

“Are we certain it’s him?” You asked.

“Well it would explain how he could set up a high-stakes poker game at Casino Royale in Montenegro. Ten players $10 million buy in, $5 million rebuy. Winner takes all.” Q said.

“Potentially $150 million. So we’ll know where he’ll be. But you don’t want him dead do you? This Le Chiffre sounds like he doesn’t have $100 million to lose.” You said.

“Has he been playing the stock market with his clients’ funds?” Bass asked, knowing the answer.

“We can’t let him win this game. If he loses, he’ll have nowhere to run. We’ll give him sanctuary in return for everything he knows. We’re putting you in the game Bass, replacing someone who was playing for a syndicate.” Q explained.

“And am I just a tag along?” You asked.

“You’re to keep him out of trouble, learn the ropes, and work as a team.” Q explained, much to Bass’ displeased look.

The two of you were on a train to Montenegro.

“Where exactly is the money coming from?” You asked.

“The treasury will wire it into my account at Montenegro.” Bass explained.

“I suppose you’ve realized that if you lose, our government will have directly financed terrorism.” You quipped. He smirked but didn’t reply.

“I’ve never played poker.” You confessed. “I suppose it’s just a matter of probability and odds. You play the man across from you, not the cards in your hand. I think I’d quite like the game.”

“You’re good at reading people?” He asked.

“You already know that. You’ve read the blog haven’t you?” You rolled your eyes.

“Riveting stuff. Though it’s abnormal for a police officer to upgrade to a double-0, you must have connections. Friends in high places.” He said, waiting for you to confirm his suspicions.

“I’ve gotten to where I am because I’m good at what I do. Much like you. It doesn’t matter where you come from.” You said defensively.

“I knew I liked you.” He smirked.

“Really? That’s surprising since you consider women disposable pleasures instead of meaningful pursuits. Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side Mr. Bass, and I hate losing.” You said. “Your charm may work on every other woman in this planet, but it won’t work on me.”

He only smirked and nodded, he loved a challenge. He didn’t know how truly broken you were, and that no one alive could fix you.

Your train arrived in Montenegro and a car was waiting to take the two of you to the hotel. A contact slipped Charles an envelop before he joined you in the cab. You raised your eyebrow as he opened in on the drive.

“It’s just last-minute details.” He said, while reading it. “Apparently we’re very much in love.”

“Do you usually leave it to porters to tell you this sort of thing?” You joked.

“Only when the romance has been necessarily brief. I’m Mr. Arlington Beech, professional gambler, and you’re Ms. Stephanie Broadchester.” He said casually, hiding a smirk.

“I am not.” You argued, while trying to grab the papers out of his hand.

“You’re gonna have to trust me on this. We’ve been involved for quite a while, hence the shared suite.” He smirked.

“But my family is strict Roman Catholic, so for appearances’ sake it’ll be a two-bedroom suite.” You smirked back, two can play this game.

“I do hate it when religion comes between us.” He smiled.

“Religion and a securely locked door. Am I going to have a problem with you, Bass?” You asked.

“No, don’t worry. You’re not my type.” He answered honestly.

“Smart?” You asked.

“Single.” He answered, looking out the window as the car arrived at the hotel.

The two of you exited the car and approached the reception desk to check in.

“Welcome to the Hotel Splendid. Your name, sir?” The receptionist from the five-star hotel asked.

“Charles Bass. You’ll find the reservation under Beech.” He spoke, arrogantly blowing your cover instantly. Had he no respect for protocol or espionage?

You stormed off the to elevator, leaving him to check in.

“Very funny.” You said, “No wonder M thinks you need a babysitter.”

“Look, if Le Chiffre is that well-connected, he knows who I am and where the money’s coming from. Which means he’s decided to play me anyway. So he’s either desperate or he’s overly confident, but either way, that tells me something about him. And all he gets in return is a name he already has.” Bass argued.

“And now he knows something about you. He know’s you’re reckless.” You spoke as the elevator opened and you entered, quickly hitting the close door button before your partner could enter. “Take the next one. There isn’t enough room for me and your ego.”

That afternoon the two of you met with your Treasury contact, Rene Mathis, for lunch. He was an older man with greying hair and a smooth accent. He informed you and Bass that Le Chiffre had arrived yesterday, and spend the time re-establishing old relationships.

“The chief of police and he are now quite close.” Mathis said. “He’s the one with the mustache over my left shoulder.”

You and Bass both focused your eyes on the man with two woman at his lunch table.

“That could make life difficult.” You said.

“And quite possibly shorter. He’s not a very subtle man. I thought about trying to buy his services, but we frankly couldn’t afford to outbid Le Chiffre.” He replied, and suddenly three police cars surrounded the outdoor patio and you raised an eyebrow suspiciously.

“So I decided it was cheaper to supply his deputy with evidence that we were bribing the chief. It’s amazing what you can do with photoshop these days. I think your odds are improving, Mr. Bass.” He said as the police chief was arrested.

Back at the hotel you were in the washroom getting ready in a silk robe when Bass knocked on the door. He entered with a long gown on a hanger and hung it on the back of the door.

“Something you expect me to wear?” You asked.

“I need you looking fabulous. So that when you walk up behind me and kiss me on the neck, the players across from me will be thinking about your neckline and not about their cards. Do you think you can do that for me?” Charles asked.

“I’ll do my best.” You smirked smugly. He exited the room before quickly returning holding up the dinner jacket you had gotten him.

“I have a dinner jacket.” He argued.

“There are dinner jackets, and dinner jackets. This is the latter. And I need you looking like a man who belongs at that table.” You said, returning to applying some mascara.

“How the f–” He stopped himself. “It’s tailored.”

“I sized you up the moment we met. Don’t look so surprised, I told you I’m good at what I do.” You said, and he left the room. Your smile faded and a memory of Sherlock flooded your mind. You missed being constantly outsmarted by him, it was exhausting being the smartest one the in the room with no one to talk to. Alone in the sky with no way to land, and the only man you could save you was dead.


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The Jealous Type

@sunshine51879: A Peter Pan request, if that is acceptable. I would love to see where the reader is on Neverland, and has a reaction to Peter flirting with and saying to Emma “you’ve got fire, I like fire.” Just please give a happy ending.

Warnings: none

You gritted your teeth hard. Seeing Peter with that Emma girl made you rage. You didn’t know why, though, because Emma was old. Peter would never go for someone that much older. Besides, he had you. Still, you were flaming with jealousy.

People from Storybrooke were here to save precious little Henry. You were in charge of him, since you could easily manipulate him in need be. So you babysat him while the rest of the island took care of his friends.

Though you obviously would leave Henry somewhere hidden and walk around to snoop. That’s what you did best; snooping. You would hide and sneak around, listening in on information or pranks or just anything you fell upon. That’s how you knew how Peter was speaking to the Emma girl. She was pretty, yes, but she was old. Surely Peter wouldn’t leave you for her

That is until today. Today you were with Henry, of course. But you left him at Skull Rock, specific orders from Peter. You left him there, sprinkling magic dust on him to put him into a deep slumber for now. Then you left on the little boat, making your way back to Neverland.

Getting back on the sand, you walked into the forest to find Peter. You wanted to be with him when he next approached the Storybrooke people. Only so you could glare and snarl at Emma specifically. Though you didn’t get far when you saw the infamous blonde hair that belonged to Emma. She was talking to Peter. It was your time to snoop around. Hide in the bushes and trees. All you heard was Peter say one little sentence, and that sent you over the edge.

You’ve got fire. I like fire.

You snarled. “You want fire? I’ll show you fire.” You whispered to yourself. You instantly jumped from your spot, tackling Emma. Jealousy had fully taken over your body, nothing but rage. 

Emma fought back, trying to defend yourself. You were so small but you packed a punch. Emma wasn’t prepared at all, though, thus being taken down easily. 

The two of you wrestled, shouting and screeching. There was classic hair pulling and clawing at the skin. Emma tried to block her face as you went at it. Peter only stood, watching in amusement. You always caught him by surprise. But now he had had enough.

“Alright, enough!” He waved both hands across his front, immediately separating both of you ladies. “Love, why the sudden change in behavior, hm? We have to be kind to our guests.”

You glared at Emma. Both of you were now covered in dirt and had messed up hair. A few, thin scratches were here and there as well.

“She’s trying to steal you from me!” You shouted through teeth. “She’s trying to steal you from me, and it’s working. I can’t have her take you away from me, you’re mine!”

Emma gave you a look, as if you were psychotic. Peter only chuckled one time. 

“Y/N, no one’s taking me from you. It’s all part of the game.” 

“Why would I even try to steal that demon from you? He’s a kid.” Emma spoke her mind, beyond confused.

“Shut up!” You seethed at her.

Peter sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked at you straight in the eyes. “We’ll talk about this in a moment. Let me take care of them.”

Before you could even say anything, Peter clenched his left fist, and you disappeared. Though he only teleported you to the treehouse you guys shared. You groaned and pouted, crossing your arms. You plopped on the bed, breathing through your nose. Not long after, Peter appeared.

“What the hell, Y/N? You can’t lash out like that! It’s too soon to be doing that. You know the plan. I toy with them while you hide Henry. The Lost Boys and I tamper with them to keep them farther from Henry!”

“I overheard you flirting with her and she was trying to steal you from me! I was only trying to protect what was mine, I can’t lost you.”

You looked away from Peter, staring at the bedding. You huffed and breathed loudly, trying to hold in your anger. You were getting so angry that hot tears were forming in your eyes. 

Peter lost his rage, face softening. He walked over to you, sitting next to you. An arm wrapped around him, pulling you in. 

“Y/N, please don’t be upset, love. You’re not losing me. Do you really think I’d go after one of them? They’re no fun, especially not as fun as you.”

You still didn’t say anything.“And besides, I wasn’t flirting. I just had to get Emma fired up. She’s Henry’s mother, so of course I have to tamper with her the most.”

“I’m just scared of losing you, Peter. You’re my entire life.”

Peter squeezed you, kissing your temple. “You’re my entire life. And I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Peter held you a little longer, smothering you in kisses until you smiled.

“Let’s get back to our guests, yeah?”

You nodded your head, ready to join the game.

Thranduil’s Guard 2

Words count: 1443

Warning: none

Part 2 of this PART 1

As your healing process went on, Thranduil didn’t leave your side. For some reason your healing took longer than expected, thus making Thranduil even more worried than before. You began to notice how Thranduil held you closer than needed when he helped you walk, or how he stared at you when he thought no one was looking. But you just shrugged it off as him being worried, it wasn’t until…

“I’m fine my lord honestly.” Thranduil said as he helped you walk to your room, he had his hand on your back. “I can walk on my own, just fine.”

“I think you still need help, you still haven’t recovered fully.” Thranduil insisted, before he opened the door to your room, you turned to look at your king. Thranduil’s arms moved swiftly so they were on either side of your torso.

Thranduil looked you in the eye, and just stared at you.

“W-what’s wrong my lord?” You stuttered, before regaining your composure quickly.

“I always believed that I had everything I ever needed, but it’s true what they say ‘you only know what you had when you lose it’.”

“What are you getting to my lord?”

I almost lost you y/n and I only just realized what you mean to me.”

“My lord?” You asked quite confused.

Thranduil’s hands cupped your face, your breathing increased, and you looked at your king your eyes looking at every inch of his face.

Thranduil leaned in and lightly placed his lips on yours, you just stood shocked before you pushed Thranduil away.

“MY LORD!” You exclaimed in horror.

“y/n I’m sorry if it came out of nowhere, but-”

“My lord I’m sorry this can’t happen, this is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong, I am the king.” Thranduil said taking a step towards you and you took one back.

“And I’m just a guard.”

“I don’t care.” Thranduil said desperately.

“Well, I do care!” You expressed strongly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t have anything to do with you in a romantic way.”

“I understand.” Thranduil said stiffly and left you. You closed your eyes and sighed, tears slipped from your eyes and sobs soon followed. You fell asleep crying that night, unknown to you that Thranduil heard you crying when he went to your room to apologize. He felt guilty being the reason of your crying and sadness.

Thranduil was determent to make everything go back the way it was before. So the next day you were back at your work. But you both couldn’t shake the awkward silence, and the tension that filled the room whenever you were alone.

When Thranduil got a litter saying that the war over, and the ring was destroyed. You were sent to the white city to attend the coronation of king Elessar, and bring Legolas home.

You didn’t object and left at once, with a few companions. You all carried gifts from your king to the king of me. You reached the city the day before the coronation. Legolas was waiting for you when you arrived. You smiled and slipped off of your horse and right into Legolas’ waiting arms, you laughed happily.

“Oh I missed you mellon nin(my friend).” You told Legolas as you leaned back, his arms still around you. Your palms cupped his face and you kissed his forehead. You and Legolas had a close relationship. You were almost 2000 years older than Legolas. You helped train him when you were still a part of the guard, and when you became his father’s guard you became even closer.

“I’ve missed you too, mellon nin.” Legolas said feeling at home with you by his side. “Come, Aragorn is waiting for us, he wants to meet you.”

You followed Legolas and your companions following after you carrying the gifts. You were led to a big hall where sat the soon to be king with four hobbits, a dwarf, Gandalf and a few other people.

“Aragorn meet y/n, woodland’s best warrior.” You rolled your eyes at the complement and bowed your head to the king.

“It’s a pleasure to be in your presence, my lord.” You stated.

“’Pleasure is all mine, lady y/n.” Aragorn said and you smiled. “Legolas has told us a lot about you.” You blushed a little and looked at Legolas.

“All good I hope.”

“Nothing, but good things dear y/n.” Gandalf was the one who answered you. You gave the old wizard a smile and nodded before you turned to King Elessar.

“My king sends his regards and wish of good fortune as well as his thanks for you and all who helped end this war and destroy the ring, and he has sent a few humble gifts to show his gratitude.”You said, turning into work mode.

“Tell your king I accept his gifts and hope that the Woodland realm and the kingdom of men will work together in peace now.” You nodded again. “Now I think it’s time for you and Legolas to catch up.”

“Thank you my lord.”

You and Legolas left the hall to his room, where you sat in the balcony that looked at the city under it. You talked for so long, Legolas knew that there was something going on between you and his father, but not in a good way as he had hopped.

“y/n be honest with me, what had happened between you and father?” You sighed and closed your eyes.

“We were attacked a while ago and I got hit with a poisoned sword, trying to save your father. I’m fine now.” You said when you saw the concerned look he was giving you. “For some reason it took long to heal and your father had become worried about me all the time, and one day when he was helping me to my chambers he kissed me, I pushed him away. A few words were exchanged and I rejected him.” It pained you to say those words.

“Why? I know you have feelings for my father, and you can’t deny it.” Legolas was confused.

“I know, but as I told him, he’s a king and Elven king, King of the Woodland realm. I’m just his personal guard.”

“y/n you know he cares for you as do I and as does all of elves in our kingdom.” Legolas assured you. “And you would make a wonderful queen, because someone as you deserves all the best things in this world, and you have been like a mother to me for as long as I can remember.”


“Just do as your heart says, and forget about all the other people, you and father deserve to be happy.”

You nodded and looked at Legolas before you stood up and pulled him to a hug.

“Ni meleth le Legolas.” I love you Legolas.

“Ni meleth le y/n.” I love you y/n.


A week after the coronation, you Legolas and your companions made your way back home, it didn’t take you long to each your kingdom. When you reached the gates of the castle you all dismounted your horses. Thranduil was waiting for your return. He embraced Legolas, showing a rare emotion to the elves around you, but to you that used to be a normal thing. Your conversation with Legolas kept playing in your head. You shook your head and walked to the garden, and you slipped from the scene, your eyes met your king.

You sat on the wooden bench for a while. Your sensitive ears head the light footsteps coming your way.

“Legolas tells me that you wanted to talk with me.” Thranduil said his voice sending chills all over your body. You stood and turned to look at him, you were nervous and you can tell that Thranduil knew you were.

“Yes, Legolas and I had a talk in the white city and…” You didn’t know what to say, you were looking everywhere but him. Thranduil watched you for a moment as walked up to you and raised your chin.

“Tell me what you wanted to say.” Thranduil said softly.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I ignored you and my heart and my feeling. And I’m so sorry. But I go care for you Thranduil I care for you deeply.” You stated and a tear left your eyes. Thranduil leaned down and kissed it away, before slowly turning so his lips were hovering over yours. You leaned up and closed the distance between you two. You kissed him deeply, Thranduil wrapped his arms around you and held you close, you smiled in the kiss, before pulling away. You rested your forehead on Thranduil’s.

“My future queen.”

Predator Prey~ BamBam horror one shot pt 1/?

‘It started out fine, like every other relationship.But he changed, no not over time. Over night,

“Hey Y/N..”
“Bammie!!!! Is everything ok?”
“Yea just…come over”
        The line ended after he spoke, I didn’t think about how distant he was at the time,I was in love. It didn’t hit me until I was on the way over to his house. I was overcome with this feeling of nervousness. Was it because of the way he spoke on the phone? How monotone and lifeless he sounded. Or was it what I heard on the radio as I was driving.
When I heard his name I immediately  turned it up, wanting to hear the new things he had achieved while being an Idol. But I froze. “Just last night Bambam of Got7 lashed out on member Yugyeom and Jackson. Jackson was the victim of a glass to the head while Yugyeom was hit several times until the point of unconsciousness. None of the members have seen them since, and they are still discussing over whether to press charges or not.” I stopped the car, not caring about the beeps coming from behind me. I couldn’t continue to go to his house after that. I was scared I couldn’t just ignore what I just heard. But I remembered. I love him so I will be there for him.
          This lead to where I am now. Standing In front of his front door. Still unsure whether or not if I should continue to go. That thought left when the front door opened, and a dead looking bambam appeared.
“Let me guess…you heard?” I nodded at his words, to afraid to say anything. He motioned me inside with his head, locking and closing the door after I walked in. For a while he didn’t say anything, he just stood their.
           I looked over his features, and he didn’t look like the boyfriend I knew. His eyes were dull, as if there was no life in them what-so-ever. He had bags under them, as if he had stayed up all night, which I thought was odd because he usually goes to sleep fairly early. The next thing I noticed was the stink. Not a stink from not showering, It smelt like death.
             His sigh is what knocked me from any thoughts I had and when I looked back u to him he was staring down at me. I gulped slightly, afraid that I had angered him. He didn’t say anything he just moved to the couch, sitting down before motioning me over. The walk over to him seemed like it took years but when I actually moved over to him, he pulled me onto his lap, squeezing me so tight that I felt as if I couldn’t breath.
“You hate me.” “Never bam” I muttered and he held me close. “Then why do you seem so afraid” As those words left his mouth I felt a shiver go down my spine. The way he said that seemed as if he were amused by me being afraid. “Lets sleep. I don’t have enough energy.”He muttered into my neck before picking me up, taking me to his room. As we got further back The stink became stronger, i almost gagged at how bad it was. I was so into the smell that I didn’t notice him put me down in the bed, him following shortly after. I cuddled into him, not wanting this to be the last time we would be able to be together.
“Oppa, can i wear one of your shirts?”
                As those words left my mouth, he tensed. His head shook furiously as he held me to him. “No just stay in this” he said, his voice slightly shaky. “But your sweaters always help me sleep better…please bammie” I asked, using my best puppy dog face, not being used to him saying no to that. He gave a slight nod after around two minutes of silence. I smiled and kissed his cheek, before hopping up, all my feelings of being afraid gone. As I moved to his closet I could hear him mumble something, but I thought nothing of it. Opening the closet door I froze. Staring back at me were the eyes of a dismantled woman, her arms and legs gone and her head hanging from a hook as if it were meat. Before I could scream, and hand cut my words by a hand to the throat . I was slammed into the wall, before being lifted up from the ground by my neck.
             “im sorry you had to see me like this. But i tried to warn you” His words were the last things I heard before I blacked out.

The end!!! I hope you liked it. It goes with my bambam predator prey mood board


“I told you to stay away from her!” Teddy yelled at her brother, who was hanging out of the photobox.

“I took a page out of Gabe’s book,” PJ said, smirking.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I completely ignored you.”

Arms wrapped around you from behind and you see the words ‘I must  respect the head mistress’ scarred on the top of the left hand, and you realise it’s Fred. You wriggle out of his grip and walk into the great hall. “Oh, come on. It’s been a week and I’ve said sorry more times than I have breathed! What do you want me to do?” He groaned.
“Leave me alone, Weasley.”
“Ouch, don’t last name me, we are on more than a first name basis.” You rolled your eyes and sat down next to Ginny on the Gryffindor table. “Girls are so complicated.” He mumbled to his twin.
“No we’re not, you’re just stupid. Putting a Nosebleed Nougat in her drink was cruel.” Ginny said, making you thankful that she sided with you.
“You can’t be grumpy at me forever (Y/N)!”
“I can try.”

In the middle of the feast Fred stood up on the bench. “What are you doing? Get down or you’ll fall!” You yelled at him.
“Are you going to accept my apology?” He asked.
“No, but breaking your neck for me is just stupid! Get down!” People were starting to stare and McGonagall was looking over with interest.
“ I’m sorry I’m bad, I’m sorry you’re blue,” He started singing, very loudly.
“I’m sorry about all things I said to you,”
“Fred get down everyones staring!”
“And I know I can’t take it back,”
“Fred stop-”
“I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds, and baby the way you make my world go round.”
“Fred-” The whole school was watching at this point, including all of the teachers.
“And I just wanted to say I’m sorry.  This time I-”
“Really really?”
“God dammit Freddie just get down!” You yelled, pulling at his arm for him to sit on the bench. Dumbledore starting clapping, causing the rest of the hall to burst into applause, George being the loudest and adding wolf whistling. Fred stood again to bow and sat back down, giving you an over dramatic wink. You groaned and hid your face in his chest. “You’ll be the death of me, Fred Weasley.”

(The song is ‘Sorry’ by Buckcherry.)

Wake Up Call

Series: The Maze Runner

Pairing: Newt x Reader

A/N: So this was my first EVER imagine! Ahhhhhhjshdkahl I’ve got a long story in the works (basically a self-insert of me in tmr ngl hahaha) but I’m still ironing things out so I decided to practice with an imagine! This is just real simple and cute I guess? I tried haha! Hope you like it! Tell me if it needs improvement or if you want more or something??? idk lol x

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Good for You

Originally posted by claracivry

Warren Worthington III x Reader

Good for You

Author: Morgan

Prompt: Imagine when Warren is a player bad boy but falls for reader with a physical mutation and desperately tries to change his ways in order to win over the reader’s heart.

Note: Awwwwwwwww that’s precious. Reader has an aquatic mutation, meaning she’s a mermaid, but like full-time.

Warnings: None?

Scott caught Warren staring at you from afar. Again. He rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Dude, (Y/N) doesn’t like bad boys.”

“What? What are you talking about?” he asked innocently, eyes snapping away from you.

“She’d rather have someone sweep her off her feet- er, tail.” Scott continued. Warren’s eyes drifted back to you. No wonder you had turned him down every time he had asked you out. Of course, you thought he was hot, but you knew his reputation. Warren Worthington III was a player. Always had been, always would be. As soon as he got bored, he would just leave you for someone better.

“How do I change her mind?”

“Bro, I don’t think you can.”

“We’ll see about that.”


Over the course of the next few months, Warren made an effort to better himself. He started doing his homework, raising his hand in class, helping people who needed it. He hadn’t had any girls over or asked anyone out, not even you. He started playing with the younger mutants and being nicer to everyone.

When he thought he was ready, he approached you, walking over to where oyu were sitting in your wheelchair. A full-time tail didn’t give you much mobility, so while Hank was working on a serum to give you legs at least temporarily, you were stuck this way, not that you minded.

“Hey (Y/N),” He sat at the table in front of you, his large wings folding behind him.

“Oh, hey Warren.” You greeted with a smile. He was dressed up for something, that much was obvious. You had never seen him in a suit before, but you couldn’t deny that he looked good. “What’s the special occasion?”

“You are,” he smirked charmingly. You didn’t look convinced, but then he pulled a large bouquet of roses out of his basket. A picnic basket. He laid them in your arms gently. “I know that maybe I didn’t give the greatest first impression, and I was kind of a player, but…I really like you. A lot. And I promise that if you give me a chance, I won’t need anyone else to be happy. All I need is you.”

“You mean it?” you asked with an impressed smile. He nodded, sincerity in his blue eyes.

“So will you go out with me?”

“Yes.” you nodded. “I will. As long as you’re okay with swimming dates, that is.”

“Anything for you.” he nodded.

“Come here.” you beckoned him closer, and he couldn’t help but oblige. He knelt down in front of your chair, taking both of your hands in his, and kissing the soft skin on the back of each. You took his face in your hands, pulling his lips to yours, and in the instant that they met, Warren’s wings flew open, shocked in the best possible way.

“How about I take you to the pool now?” Warren mumbled against your lips.

“I think that’s a good idea.”



Being a Mikaelson child never was easy, if my father Elijah wasn’t protective enough I have my uncles who are even more protective than hi sometimes, but nothing ever prepared me for the day I’d tell him I had a boyfriend, especially if that boyfriend was Stefan Salvatore and even worst If I didn’t tell him and he just finds out by his own.

‘So you and him are dating?’ he said, he was suspiciously calm.

‘Yes dad, but there’s nothing you should worry about really’ he just looked at me, I could tell if he was happy for me or about to kill my boyfriend. ‘Dad?’

‘It’s okay sweetie, we all knew this day was going to happen. I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me’

‘Sorry, I was just worried about your reaction. It’s not like I’m going to disappear or something, you’ll always be my father!’ I approached and hugged him.

‘I know Y/N, I know. Just remember that no matter what you’ll always be my little girl and I’ll never be completely prepared to let you go. Also, I know that the Salvatore boy takes good care of the ones he loves. However, if he does something to you, no matter how small or stupid it seems, don’t hesitate to call me, I’ll make him pay’

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Anon: Hi can you please make an imagine where the reader is a vampire and is Elijah’s daughter and he finds out she has been having a secret relationship with Stefan? Thanks!

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Kisses xoxo

AN: So I absolutely love this request, I so wish that I had my own little Pietro to take care of me when I feel sick (*ugly sobbing*). ANYWHO, thank you to quicksilverdlife for requesting this, I hope this is what you wanted! *I do not own the gif, found on google (but isn’t he such a cutie in it?). Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro AoU X Reader

Prompt: Can you do an imagine where the reader gets sick and so Pietro stays with her and he ends up getting sick too!! Lots of fluff please ❤️❤️❤️😂

Warnings: Vomit, needles, and all that good stuff

((FYI~ The reader and Pietro are dating!))


“I’m Not Sick”

“Y/N, are you ready to go?” Pietro groaned impatiently from the other side of your bedroom door.

You absolutely hated this. You felt uncomfortable all day, something was off since you had woken up, and as the morning dragged on into the afternoon it only got worse.

“In a minute.” You hissed in the direction of the door, slipping on your dress. All you wanted to do was wear sweatpants and one of Pietro’s old T-shirts, but Tony would kill you if you showed up to one of his parties like that.

Slipping on the most comfortable pair of shoes that you owned (next to the bunny slippers that Pietro got you for Christmas, that is), you slowly slid over to the door and opened it, revealing Pietro with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrow cocked up.

“That only took you forever, what was the hold up?” Pietro said with a clearly not-amused smile, silently worrying about the wrath of Tony Stark.

He was all done up in a black suit and tie, his hair was slightly tame, and his shoes were even freshly polished. Normally, you would go straight for a make-out session right then and there with him looking like that, but you weren’t feeling up to it today.

“I…I don’t know…” You sighed, rubbing your eyes with the backs of your hands. “I’m just feeling a little slow, that’s all babe.”

Pietro’s eyes softened when you called him ‘babe’ (he was always a sucker for pet names), and you could see a flick of regret cross his face for scolding you seeing as you were not feeling 100 percent.

“What’s wrong?” Pietro asked, and before you could even move, he hand moved your hands away from your face and flattened the back of his hand on your forehead. “You’re burning up, Y/N.”

You shook his touch off and walked past him, blinking a few times when the hallway began to blur in your eyes. “I’m fine, Piet.”

Just as you were about to round the corner, your legs nearly gave way beneath you, causing you to stumble and catch yourself on the wall. The room was spinning around you, and all the shapes and colors began to fuse together. You blinked furiously to fix the image, and when things started to clear up, all you saw was Pietro’s face in front of yours. His blue eyes were widened in worry and his lips were parted slightly as if he didn’t know what to say.

“Y/N…” He murmured, holding your waist to steady you as you stood up again.

“I’m not sick.” Was all you said, then you took off down the hall again.

“Right, sure you aren’t.” You heard him mutter sarcastically from behind you, then within a second you were swept into his arms. Before you could protest or try to force your way out of his arms he had already changed you into your pajamas and thrown you onto your bed.

You felt the bile rising up in your throat as the motion of him running you around caught up to your body, but you were able to force it back down. He stood at the end of the bed with his hands on his hips and a triumphant smile played across his lips as you glared in his direction.

“I’m not sick, and we have to go!” You growled, though you secretly enjoyed being back in bed. You didn’t really want to get back up and change back into that god awful dress again, but you also didn’t want him really thinking that you were sick.

“I’ll tell Tony that you were ill, it will be fine.” He rolled his eyes as you tried to scoot out of bed, zooming over to you and gently pushing you back to the center of the mattress and tucking all the blankets around you. “Now, stay here and rest love.”

You gave him a tired look and crossed your arms across your chest like a grumpy child, even puffing out your lip.

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” He grinned. “No amount of cuteness will get you out of bed, do you understand me?”

In a flash, he left the room and came back, now dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt. Clearly he was intending to stay with you and ditch the party.

“Now, do you want any food? I can make you a sandwich?”

Food…even the thought of feeling the food in your mouth and the taste you got from it made your stomach turn. Suddenly, you felt the bile in your throat again.

“Pietro…"You gasped out, the thought of food plaguing your mind. 

"Yes?” He asked, coming over to your side and taking your clammy hand in his.

“I’m going to–” You abruptly shot up from your slouched position and looked frantically from side to side, your free hand covering your mouth.

“Vomit!” You practically yelled, and you could see your boyfriend’s eyes grow wide as he rushed out of the room for a second, returning at your side with a plastic bucket.

He twisted your hair back and rubbed your stomach as you let your stomach go, whispering soothing words from his native tongue into your hair as he kissed the crown of your head.

Tears pricked at your eyes, the painful heaving and the nasty taste in your mouth was enough to make you want to cry.

Pietro handed you a napkin to wipe your moth with when you were done and pressed a wet washcloth to your forehead (when had he gotten those?).

“You’re not sick, huh?” He asked playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

“Shut up.” You muttered and lightly shoved his shoulder, but swaying a little bit because you were still heady from throwing up.

“I should take you to the doctor’s office, or at least Bruce. Maybe they will have a shot or something–”

N-no!” You practically shouted, shaking your head furiously and leaning away from him.

“Why not?” He asked, frowning.

“I just–well, I, uh…” You sighed, running your fingers through your knotted hair. “I just don’t like needles, okay?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “But what if it ill make you feel better?”

You looked him dead in the eye, your gaze as hard as stone. “I would rather puke all day than get a shot.”

“Okay, I won’t force you to go if you don’t want to.” He said, smiling sweetly at you.

Still, you shouldn’t have been surprised when he scooped you up in his arms and zoomed you down to Bruce’s lab anyway.

He set you down carefully, seeing that you were dizzy rom the sudden trip down. But, you still had it in you to send him a death glare.

“You said that you wouldn’t!” You accused, poking him in his muscled chest.

“I lied.” He shrugged.

Bruce looked between the two of you in confusion, clearly feeling out of the loop.

“Hi…” Bruce started, his brows furrowed. “I was just about to head out to the party, why are you here?”

“No can do, doc.” Pietro said, picking you up like a little baby and placing you on one of his tables. “Y/N’s got a flu or something, and I need you to check it out.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” Bruce sighed, undoing his tie and taking off his suit jacket. “I was looking for a way to get out of Tony’s party.”

After looking you over and making some general observations, Bruce dug through some cases and pulled out a needle and a small little bottle of clear liquid.

You swallowed, backing up into the corner of the room and shaking your head. “No needles!”

“This will help you, I made it myself. It waters down the flu symptoms and fights off the invading pathogen that has caused you to be ill.” Bruce explained while he put the liquid in the shot.

Before you could protest any more, Pietro had you in his arms, holding your arms steady for Bruce to put the injection in. You kicked and shouted, but in the end, Bruce was able to give you the shot.

A few things happened after that:

1.) You wouldn’t talk to Pietro directly for the rest of the night.

2.) Your fever and nausea had gone down.

3.) By the next morning, Pietro was throwing up as well.

((Meh. I had a horrible time coming up with ideas for this one, I am not sure how it turned out. Thank you to everyone who sent in some inspiration for me. I am sorry if I didn’t include your idea specifically, I simply got so many different ideas that it was crazy! Thank you all!))


Fire Emblem Fates Vassals Anthology

Chapter 6

For the Anon that wanted to see Kagero.

Ok, sorry for this one, I can’t understand what they are talking. But it looks that Niles and Odin find Kagero outside of the onsen, waiting for Corrin to finish her shower. Kagero is also a bit impressed of Niles and Odin, and it looks that she has a weird idea of them, just look at the second picture, in which Odin and Niles are having a small fight but Kagero has something called “Kagero vision” and in her mind Odin and Niles look chibi and are playing instead of fighting.

In the end she wrote like a report of Corrin’s activities and give it to Saizo (???)


*Plz, take in account that my interpretation of the dialogue can be wrong*

Masterlist for TV and Movies

The Avengers: 


Steve Rogers:


Tony Stark: 

Vampire Diaries:

Damon Salvatore:

Stefan Salvatore: 

Teen Wolf: 

election blurb: a soft comfort from harry xx

if you are a trump supporter, i respect your view the same way you respect this democratic post: completely / congratulations on your victory, i hope you do make this country great.

Originally posted by betamaya

“i’m so….disappointed.” “i know you are, i am too.” harry holds you tighter. impossibly tighter. so tight your ribs hurt, but you don’t say anything. if it wasn’t for his arms, you’d be a pile of limbs and fragile bones on the floor. it was three a.m. and the election polls are locked and finalised. donald trump is the winner of the 45th us presidential election. “i’m so scared,” you cry into his shoulder, and he rubs gentle circles into your back. “i’m so scared.”

“i am too,” harry pulls away a bit and you can see his tears are stained with tears as well. “it’s okay,” he runs a thumb across your face, killing a tear. “we’ll get through this. everybody will be alright.”

your lips quiver, and your eyes dart over to the coffee table–where your phone buzzes alive with messages from your…muslim friends. you squeeze your eyes tightly shut as harry practically jumps up to reply before you can cry any more. you can’t even imagine the messages: what do i do? do i leave the country? where do i go? 

“2016 was supposed to be brilliant,” you whisper.

“it will be,” harry comes back to your side and presses a soft kiss at the side of your cheek. “everything will be brilliant. i will not allow for anything less.”


Daniel: “I have to tell you something. I..uh..I always had a crush on you. I still do. And I wanted to tell you, because I couldn’t hold it any longer.” (he laughs) “It sounds so stupid, now that I said it.”
You: “It’s not stupid. Daniel, I love you too. Don’t you see that? I’m so glad someone finally said it. Because we’re both really stupid.”
Daniel: (laughs)“We definitely are.”

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