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.

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.)

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!))

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.”


5SOS: How he likes to hug you in public (4/4)


I think Mikey will like come to you whenever he feels like and just embrace you with his strong arms and he would hide his head on the crook of your neck (like a kitten) if he’s sleepy or just place his head on the top of yours so he can keep doing his thing with you in his armssss


Ash will come and just place one of his looong arms around your shoulder and pull you close so you have your arms aound his torso in a protective and cuuute way.


he will place you in his lap and just wrap his arms around your waist so one of yours would be around his neck and sometimes he would rest his head on your chest or you’d rest yours on his head. 


I feel like luke will be the one hugging you from behind the most, like he would come out of nowhere and wrap his looong arms around your stomach and place his head on yours (bc hes hella tall) and basically luke would be a cutie pie.

AN: You can request preferences for me to do if you like (only 5sos) xx

You Embarrass Yourself In Front Of Him


You and Ashton were outside of the place 5sos were performing tonight. Fans were crowded around the fence and parking garage where the buses were parked. Ashton had a soccer ball out and was kicking it around with you. You wanted to impress him and the fans so you thought out a plan to do so. You planned to kick it off your knee to your head and then jump in the air and kick it. You felt confident as Ashton kicked the ball to you. You immediately hit it off your knee and excecuted your plan. It was all going perfectly until it got to the actual kick. You jumped in the air and completely missed the ball, not to mention you landed right on your face. “Oh my god. Babe are you okay?” Ashton asked through giggles as he ran over to you. you nod, extremely embarassed. The crowd of fans were laughing their asses off, only a few of them yelling to ask if you’re okay. “That was so embarassing,” you say to Ash as you stand up and dust your butt off. “It was pretty cool at the beginning,” Ashton says, trying to make you feel better.


You and Calum were bored one day, so being the silly girl you are, you suggested playing Just Dance. You always loved playing the game, so why not play it with Cal? “Blurred Lines! Pick Blurred Lines!” You yell at Calum while he’s scrolling through songs. He laughs, “Whatever you say, babe.” He selects the song and you guys begin to dance. You get very into the song, and add a bunch of feet movement. You couldn’t dance one bit, but that didn’t stop you from breaking it down during this game. Once the song was over, you see that your score was 100 more than Calum’s. “Hell yeah! How does it feel to lose? Woooo!” You yell, still in the rush of the game. Calum just sits on the couch, laughing extremely hard. “Y/n, you are seriously the funniest dancer ever,” Calum says between his laughter. You suddenly feel incredibly embarrassed and your cheeks flush to a pink color. “Please dance more!” Calum yells as you begin to laugh along with him, forgetting your embarrassment. You pick another song and start crazily dancing again.


You have the tendency of being very clumsy, especially when you’re nervous. Today, you and Luke were going for a walk around a new city. Only a few fans have seen you, so it wasn’t very much of a big deal. However, eventually a swarm of beautiful girls were following you two. Your anxiety was through the roof and you were feeling very jumpy. You guys eventually stopped for Luke to take pictures with them. A couple of girls came up to you, wanted to get information about how Luke is as a boyfriend. “You’re seriously so lucky you have him!” “What’s he like in bed??” “What’s it like to kiss him?” A big swarm of questions and comments were being thrown at you. You wanted to seem cool for them while you answered their questions, so you leaned back. You rested your hand on a bike that was parked behind you and leaned back, which resulted in the bike falling over along with you. You blush like mad as the girls and Luke laugh at you. Luke sticks his hand out to help you up. You laugh it off as you guys say goodbye to the fans. “That was so embarrassing,” you say as you guys walk back to the hotel. Luke simply laughs and kisses you on the cheek.


You and Michael were taking a nice drive. He had the day off, so you guys decided to spend it driving around the countryside. It was very calm and collected. That was until Pompeii by Bastille came on the radio; also known as your favorite song ever. “Oh my God, Michael, turn it up!” You yell while you roll all of the windows down. You begin singing the lyrics as loud as you can, not caring about who can hear. “BUT IF YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES, DOES IT ALMOST FEEL LIKE NOTHINGS CHANGED AT ALL!!!” You sing loudly until the song comes to an end. Once it does, you clap your hands and laugh. You look over at Michael who is staring at you with wide eyes. “Jesus, y/n. I didn’t know you had that in you.” You just laugh, knowing that you made a huge fool out of yourself in front of him. “I like seeing you like that,” Michael adds with a smile. “Thanks babe,” you say. Soon, you guys are both singing every song as loud as you can down the vacant road. 


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.”

  • requested by anon.

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’

Requested ↴

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!

You can send me your requests HERE

Kisses xoxo




By Luigi Serafini

Published by Franco Maria Ricci, 1981

Codex Seraphinianus is probably one of the weirdest book ever published. In the form of an encyclopediae, this book gives to see a totally imaginary world. Continents, animals, plants, meteorologic phenomenons, culture, historical events, diseases, etc, everything is very well documented and drawn by the hand of the artist/author Luigi Serafini. This huge book is not a theoretical work to read about design (actually you can’t read it, the whole text is written in an invented language) but it’s definitely an important book in the history of design and it’s such a strong object that it makes you wonder. It is like a mirror on our world. All the content looks very fanciful but, at the same time, close to what exists on Earth, which can be disturbing. Imagination relies on what we already know, so can imagination really escape far from the natural and cultural existence?

Selected by ECAL / Nicolas Toulotte-Garner

Masterlist for TV and Movies

The Avengers: 


Steve Rogers:


Tony Stark: 

Vampire Diaries:

Damon Salvatore:

Stefan Salvatore: 

Teen Wolf: 


Tony watched as you paced back and forth anxiously across the entertainment floor of the tower checking if everything was in place. Everything had to be in place.

You took your phone out of your pocket to check the time, you jumped there was only twenty minutes left until your family got here, if not less knowing them.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y can you please get Tony-”
“Already here babe.” Tony called as he smoothly walked towards you and wrapped his arms around you and kissed your neck. “I should be the one that’s extremely nervous, not you.”
“I know, I know, but they’re my family and they’re not very accepting of my choices.” Tony had a slightly shocked and hurt look on his face.
“So you’re saying that they’re not going to like me?” You turned around quickly putting your hands on his cheeks in a soothing manner.
“No, no, no, no, no it’s not that they’re not going to like you it’s just that they’re going to think that you’re going to be way too good for me. So they’re to try and hook you up with my sister.”
“You have a sister?” Tony perked up.
“Married 8 time, divorced 5, only goes out with guy for their looks and money.”
“So you’re describing yourself, and why didn’t you tell me you were married to 3 other guys?”
“Why yes I am.” You said amongst a your chuckled. “You know how to cheer me up Tony.”

“Mr Stark and Mr/Miss (Y/N) you’re guest have arrived.” FRIDAY announced. You breathed out heavily shaking your hands.
“Let the games begin.” You grumbled as you made your way to the lobby.


This was going to be longer but it got stupid and lazy.


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*

Mayday Part 2: All Eyes On Me

You awaken to find yourself in the Avenger’s Tower, and everyone seems very helpful. You begin to understand your abilities. Bucky is intrigued.

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: rated R. mentions of mental illness, eventual fluff and some smut

I awoke in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed. I was still in the pajamas I’d been wearing the night before… what the fuck had happened and where was I?

I closed my eyes and images began flooding back. The power outage. Cutting my hand on the glass that I broke in my sink. Captain America and Hawkeye showing up on my doorstep… was I dreaming? I looked at my hand. It had a green bandage on it. I tugged it down a little and saw six stitches. No, I wasn’t dreaming. The last thing I remembered was a tallish man in black stalking in, stabbing me with a sedative, and me trying to attack him while getting groggy. Since I’d been knocked out, apparently that hadn’t gone very well.

I sat up and looked around. I was still feeling extremely anxious, but not as bad as before… I wasn’t sure how long ago. How long had I been sleeping? I was a little bit pissed that they’d knocked me out, but I’d had to have sedatives before, and I had agreed to let them help me. But still… some hit-man commando looking guy running in and stabbing me with a needle had been a little much.

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Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles x Abusive OCStiles x Reader
Warning: Abusive relationship (If you are in an abusive relationship, please call one of the confidential hotlines or the police.  Numbers for the hotlines  Please Protect yourself!)
Writer: unitefandomsoftheworld (I apologize if your name is Sophia..it’s the first name that came to mind.) 
Summary/Request: Requested by anon -Could you do a stiles imagine where the reader is new to Beacon Hills, and she meets the pack. Stiles is in an unhealthy relationship, and the pack doesn’t like his girlfriend, but the reader is like his “knight in shining armor, ” and the pack really likes her.

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