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New Year’s All-Day! Because of the way that time differences throughout the world work, it is possible to travel heading east and stay at one specific time for a whole day. In recent times it has become a common pastime for wealthy jet-setters to board private high-speed jets and consistently celebrate 12:00AM on January 1st for an entire 24 hours!

Black & White - Chapter 8

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Bad Boy AU // University AU // Fluff

Word Count: 5.4k words

Plot: Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.

Black and White: Mini Masterlist

Your arms stretched above your head as you relaxed your muscles. Your eyes diminished in size, squinting to adjust itself to the glowing ray of sunlight that penetrated the glass windows placed on the walls on your room. A small smile played cheekily on your face.

It was early. Way too early for you too be indulging in a state of giddiness but you couldn’t help it. Not when the first thing that cracked your skull open and slipped into your groggy mind upon waking up was a replay of the events that happened the day before. The kiss you shared with Baekhyun was on loop and you couldn’t fight the urge of your lips that threatened to curve upwards. From his agonizingly wet and smooth lips to the manly scent your senses were rewarded with from every inhale, you willed yourself to calm down. How he still smelled so good despite having not showered yet baffled you. It wasn’t fair.

The moment you reluctantly pulled the snug and comfy blanket away from your body, a blast of cold air smacked itself against your skin. Floor tiles felt icy beneath your feet and you yawned. Today was going to be a long day.


Your head was slightly tilted back to a certain degree as you read the words imprinted on the piece of paper pinned to the centre of the notice board. The results of the class for one of your recent assignments had been put up and you studied it while humming silently to yourself.

From your peripheral vision, you saw a figure on your right leaning itself against the notice board. His jet black hair was pressed against the surface behind him and his head was facing the direction opposing yours. There was no need to flicker your eyes towards the figure to perceive his identity, that would have been deemed pointless. You already knew who it was.

His presence itself was unmistakeable. From the confident way he held himself to the distinct aura that surrounded him, it was impossible for you not to know. You could even feel stares behind you and you knew that if you turned, you would have been met by curious eyes. This was the kind of attention Baekhyun usually received, the gender percentage mostly girls. You had been seen multiple times in campus with him and people were presumably wondering when   and how the two of you had gotten close.

“We all know you got a good score already, so come on. Lets go grab some lunch, i’m hungry.”

You resisted the smile that tried to fight its way to your lips. He was beside you and you knew that if you inhaled breaths deep enough, you might just be able to catch his addictive scent once more. Instead, you pulled your gaze away from the thin paper and towards him instead.

“I can’t. I have a class starting soon,” you frowned. His expression changed to mirror yours, albeit marginally. It was just a minimal tick of his lips downwards but you still noticed it. “Which is a pity because lunch would have been my treat today.”

“What? You paying for my lunch?” he questioned, his face sporting an amused expression. “What’s the occasion?”

Baekhyun pushed himself away from the notice board and began sauntering away, following you to your desired destination.

“Just because.”


“Because?”

“Because I want to,” you grinned.

“Aww, I am eternally inconsolable. I can’t believe I’m going to have to miss the grand opportunity of you buying me lunch. Don’t talk to me. I’m sad.”

Small laughter escaped your lips as you listened to his words. He was being irresistibly cute at this moment without even meaning to. Cute may not be an adequate adjective for him and you were sure that if you had not known him personally and you were observing him from afar, you would be nervous. He exhibited a very attractive and alluring look with his charcoal mop of hair, penetrating eyes and intimidating resting face. However, you had met him and you had gotten to know him and you knew what he was like. You listened to his words and you decided cute was the perfect adjective for how he was right now.

“What about dinner? Oh! There’s this new restaurant that just opened and I heard it’s really good. Lets eat there,” you beamed.

“Really?” he chuckled. “Alright. Lets go tonight then. Will you pay?”

“Sure,” you shrugged.

“I’m just joking,” he chuckled. “I’d never ask you to pay for me, you silly girl.”

“But I want to,” you whined softly.

“Nope. Now stop looking so cute, you’re really making me want to hug you in front of everyone.”

Your heart skipped a beat. He was being ruthless with his words, throwing them at you without even the least bit considerate of how it made your insides scream and squeal and shout all at the same time.


“I’ll hug you if you let me pay for your dinner.”

“That isn’t fair,” he groaned. “Either way, my answer is no.”

Now it was your turn to groan. Baekhyun really almost usually has his way most of the time. Your efforts to change his mind remained in vain.

“Don’t look so sad,” he laughed. “You’re actually making me feel guilty for not wanting you to pay.”


“Good. You should be,” you mumbled.

You arrived outside the lecture hall. The hallway you were both in was nearly empty, only one or two students dotting its path at the other end. It was understandable since you were early by ten minutes.

“Well, i’m already here. You go and have fun eating lunch all by yourse—“

Your words were cut short when his lips came into contact with your cheek, planting a chaste kiss in its wake.

You were done. You were done fighting the smile that had threatened to find its way towards your lips so you gave up and you let it happen. Baekhyun leaned back and looked down at you, a satisfied smirk displayed on his handsome countenance.

“There,” he piped. “Much better.”


The two doors of your wardrobe opened, exhibiting all your pieces of fabric ranging from blouses to jeans to shorts and to dresses in a variety of colours.  After more than half an hour of debating with So Hee over which outfit would be satisfactory for tonight’s dinner, you ended up choosing a snowbound white top tucked into a pastel pink skirt that stopped marginally below your mid thigh. Pairing it with white knee-high socks and a beige cardigan, you swore you could still feel the ringing of your ears as an effect of So Hee screaming things along the words of “YES, THAT IS PERFECT!” into the speaker of her phone whilst you both were face timing. You were the only one to blame for leaving such a close proximity between your ears and the device that was cradled in your hand.

You climbed into Baekhyun’s car and flashed him a grin to which he returned, his one being more boyish and handsome that it made your mind go haywire.

“Alright, you’re throwing me the directions, kitten,” he started. “I’ll be driving the princess.”

He winked at you and it made you giggle. Curse him for being so charming. Google eased your process of finding the location of the desired destination and before you knew it, you both had arrived. The place was packed with people but to your fortunate luck, a couple was just finishing up so it was merely a curtailed wait for you to land a table. Despite the crowd of people dotting up the restaurant sporadically, the noise level wasn’t too loud neither was it too soft. The tables were draped with cream white cloth and the eclectic decor simply enhanced the overall look. Glass windows lined the walls and the ambience was just appropriate.

It didn’t take long before your mind was set on what to order so while Baekhyun was flipping through the menu, you pounced on the opportunity to study his appearance for the night. He was dressed in a button up shirt and jeans with oxford shoes. They were all black, the typical color associated with him that you don’t think you would ever get tired of seeing. The combination of his outfit was simple but when you paired it with Byun Baekhyun, it would instantaneously become lethal.

How lucky of you to be blessed with such a breathtaking view. Baekhyun underneath the high ceiling lights with his flawlessly tousled hair and ridiculously handsome face strayed far from the usual bad boy image he put on yet he still pulled it off. The subtle glances and stared from other girls thrown his way were solid evidence of that.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his voice calling out to you. He was staring straight at you with his piercing eyes that had grown friendlier to yours as time had passed.

“I said, do you want to order now? I’ve chosen my meal already,” he informed you.

“Y-yeah, sure,” you stuttered in reply.

“What’s the matter? Do I look that good that you can’t keep your eyes off me?” he joked with a smirk plastered on his face.

You pinked under his gaze upon realizing that you had been caught staring. A small and deep laugh emitted from the man seated in front of you.

“I’m just messing with you,” he chuckled. “Cute.”

As soon as the waiter arrived at your table and pulled you away from your short-lived misery, you and Baekhyun placed your orders. Baekhyun settled with small talk as you both waited for the food to arrive. You felt at ease like this. There was no need for you to exert effort into keeping a conversation going with him, it had its own natural flow of coherency.

“Oh finally,” he addressed the moment the food came. “I’m ravenous.”

You chuckled at his behavior before looking down at the plate of pasta laid before you. The aroma that met your nose was mouthwatering and you hoped it tasted as great as it looked. However, with your first bite, you weren’t the least bit disappointed. You weren’t the only one enjoying your food, it seemed. Baekhyun groaned in satisfaction upon the first scoop of his meal entering his mouth.

“That good, huh?” you quipped.

“Yes. Hell yes. This is amazing,” he admitted. “You did a good job choosing this place. I knew there was a reason I like you.”

Your breath hitched in your throat.

He liked you? Sure, you noticed that his actions towards you were more than platonic and they certainly weren’t what normal friends usually did with each other. Friends don’t make your heart race and they definitely don’t kiss each other. But he never addressed the situation before this and you did not want to get your hopes up.

Judging by how he wasn’t the least bit affected by the final words he had spoken and how he continued going about without any signs of hesitancy, you presumed it wasn’t just a slip of the tongue. You pushed whatever thoughts out of your mind and resumed eating your meal. You did it fairly well because just minutes later, you were indulging in conversation with him once again with no trace of the previous thoughts contaminating your mind.

“Why do you move your garlic to the side?” you inquired his odd actions as you stared at the cubes of garlic placed messily near the egde of his plate.

“I don’t like raw garlic,” he stated.

“Really?” you questioned, eyes widening just a fraction in shock. “Give them to me! I love raw garlic.”

“You what? You love them?” he replied. “You are horrific.”’

“You not knowing the art of appreciating raw garlic does not equate to me being horrific.”

“But anyone and everyone who likes raw garlic are.”


“Hey!” you whined.

“I’m just kidding,” he clarified. “Everyone but you, baby. You’re special.”

Dinner with Baekhyun was refreshing. You both spoke a lot and you continued to learn more things about each other. He shared funny stories of him and his friends that had you clutching your stomach at some point while you told him about how your old friends were like. For dessert, you and Baekhyun settled on sharing a slice of strawberry cheesecake.

The cake was presented exquisitely on a slate grey ceramic plate. A plump strawberry was planted tastefully on it and sauce was smeared in a curve on the surface of the plate. As you and Baekhyun began digging in, it was clear to you that the restaurant did not only specialize in appetizers. Their desserts were on par as well.

“You eat the strawberry,” Baekhyun insisted.

“It’s alright. I’m already full, but thank you,” you denied. To be honest, you still had room available in your stomach for more but you decided against it. Baekhyun had once told you about his profound love for strawberries and you wanted him to have it.

“Really?”

You nodded your head in reply and smiled when you watched his face scrunch up in delight after holding the fruit captive in his mouth. The waiter came with the bill and when you once again offered to pay, he turned it down.

“That’s not fair,” you pouted. “At least let me pay for what I ordered.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that.”

“What about the cheesecake then?”

“No can do,” he grinned.

You accepted your defeat because the man really left no room for arguments. It made you feel horrible that he was paying, even though he reassured you multiple times that you completely should not feel that way at all.

“Thank you, Baek,” you spoke as you both left the restaurant. Your genuine words were directed at your companion for the night, hoping he could hear or feel the pure sincerity behind them.

He hummed lightly in reply, a small smile playing on his red lips. The heels of your shoes padded against the rough stone pavement as you both walked to his car. However, just as you were nearing the vehicle, his movements came to a halt.

“Let’s go for a walk near the river,” Baekhyun piped up.

You looked ahead of you and spotted the Han River metres away.

“You wanna cross the bridge?”

“Sure, at the walkway so we can walk off what we just ate,” he shrugged.

You nodded in agreement, eager to spend more time with your company because you didn’t want it to end just yet. The night was still alive in Seoul and the city lights shined lustrously in the sky, lighting up the caliginous view. It was a bustling day and a myriad of shiny vehicles lined the tar roads of the wide bridge. The wintry wind was blowing against you but you tried your best to ignore it. Your hair was floating all over the place and you ran your fingers through your locks to fix it. Mini clouds of white air formed with every huff of your breath and your fingers were beginning to turn numb. It generally wasn’t much of a cold night —tolerable really— but the chill of the weather seemed to amplify the longer you stayed. You didn’t relent, though. You were enjoying the night way too much to offer a twinge of your care.

No words were exchanged but you didn’t mind. The silence was comforting as it floated in the air overhead like an invisible cloud before the wind blew it away from the two of you. When the highest point of the bridge was reached — which also was the midpoint — you stopped walking. You leaned against the railing instead, absorbing the picturesque scenery sprawled before you.

Baekhyun was beside you and you tilted your head to look at him. He was staring out at the river so you were greeted with his side profile. You didn’t mind, considering the fact that he looked good in any angle. The breeze was whisking his hair back as well, revealing the smooth skin of his forehead. The pillows of his lips jutted out naturally against the moon, a stark contrast created. You turned your head away and looked at the vast body of salt water instead. An endless pit of black that stretched across for miles on end with ripples that formed underneath the moonlight. You could see everything. Skyscrapers and buildings stood high and tall as they plunged into the sky, yet the monstrous distance that separated you from the structures made them look small and diminutive. Twinkles and gleams of light emanating from the many objects of the city illuminated the scenery, giving it a radiant yet tenebrous view.

“I’m scared of the river,” you disclosed, body leaning on the cool metal railing.

“Really? Why?” he inquired, eyes still facing the outstretched river.

“I have a fear of open water. Don’t you think it’s terrifying?”

You glanced at him to see him shaking his head in a way that encouraged you to go on and continue speaking.

“It’s a constant murkiness at night when the sun isn’t there to shine any light for it. It’s so ambiguous and vague, you’re never certain what lies in the deeper and undiscovered parts of the ocean. I can’t imagine being stranded on a boat in the middle of the ocean. I’d be stuck somewhere massive with so much space around me yet I’d still feel like I’d suffocating.”

From your peripheral vision, you could spot Baekhyun nodding his head to your words. Though he was silent, you knew he offered you his ears and attention which was more than you could ask for. Having someone to listen was already enough.

“I like the ocean,” he opined. “I like it’s equivocation. Everything seems less like a handful when you don’t know what it has to offer. It’s like ignorance, but ignorance is bliss.”

A small laugh released from your body, reverberating from your throat and swept away by the waves of the river.

“My mom used to say I was quite a handful when I was a child,” you quipped.

“That’s why I have two hands for.”

Your bottom lip was forced between your teeth as you willed yourself to hold back the smile demanding to form on your countenance. It was soon erased when a brisk gust of air was exulted against you, the cold that impaled you to the very marrow of your bones sending shivers down your spine. Before you knew it, you felt a compact and firm body behind you, pressed against yours. Baekhyun’s form radiated heat to you, as if he was donating a portion of his warmth for you to drown in. His arms were on either side of your body before he brought it up to capture your hands in his. Long fingers slipping through the crevices between yours as they intertwined with each other. He brought your right hand to the front of his face languidly, your arms folded back to him as you craned your neck to watch him exhale a hot breath of air onto your skin. You could feel the movement of his chest as he did so, repeating it with your left hand and distributing heat to you.

His actions produced a severe fuzziness that was blooming inside of you. It made your heart race and skip a beat at the same time, too unstable to settle for a constant tempo. It catalyzed the movement of the butterflies in your stomach, the flapping of their wings accelerating. He was holding you underneath the moonlight of the city and like this, you think you may have just discovered a new level of comfort. Here, in his arms, you felt serene and peaceful.

“I’m sorry I didn’t bring a jacket for you today,” he spoke into your ear, breath fanning your skin.

“You’re already enough. You make a great heater,” you hummed.

A low laugh resounded from his chest, making you smile. There was a silent pause before he began speaking again.

“I like you. I really like you. I never thought I’d ever like someone, hell I even used to make fun of the boys for being so fucking mushy with their feelings whenever they had a girlfriend. But I don’t think I can keep it in me any longer, I genuinely like you.”

Your lips had widened into a full-blown smile now, stretched to the corners like a giddy child. You were grateful he couldn’t see your face clearly from behind because the crimson redness tinting your cheeks might just be visible in the dark. Turning your body around, you didn’t expect your heads to be so close to each other. Faces centimeters apart, you welcomed his manly scent and cologne you had longed to smell again.

You looked into his brown eyes that were already staring at you. Leaning your heads closer towards each other, time truly felt like it had slowed down before your lips finally touched. The noise and cacophony surrounding you was blocked out and the low temperature forgotten, your mind only focusing on the man you were breathing in. He released your hands so he could wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you closer into him. You raised your arms and slung them around his neck, bringing his head closer to yours while your fingers played with the ends of his soft hair. The kiss was slow and passionate, your lips moved against each other like fluid. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss while his right hand was raised to cup the side of your face, thumb rubbing your cheek soothingly. He slipped his tongue into your cavern and you allowed him to take charge of the kiss. You giggled into the kiss before pulling away hesitantly, your need to replenish your breathlessness becoming too overpowering. Your foreheads rested against each other as you stared into each others eyes, chests raising up and down in pants.

“I like you too,” you whispered.

He flashed you a grin. A wide one that showcased his rectangular smile and made him look irresistibly adorable that you couldn’t help but dart in and peck his lips for another kiss.

“I really do,” you added.

“Be my girlfriend then.”

You chuckled, biting your lip as he waited for your response.

“I’d love to.”

“Good. I’m gonna get so much teasing from the boys for this,” he reckoned. “But ugh, so worth it.”


He pecked you on the lips once again, making you smile for the thousandth time that night.


“Can we watch a movie tonight?” you asked Baekhyun whilst you both waited for the professor to arrive. Your arms were perched on the table, folded with your head tilted to face Baekhyun as you rested on it as if it were a pillow.

He raised his fingers to pinch at your cheeks lightly and no one seemed to notice as everyone was engrossed in their own mindless chatter. He was smiling at you with adoration. You sat next to the window and his body was turned to yours with his back facing everyone else. You knew that he only showed this affectionate side of him to you and you only.

“What movie are you thinking about?” he inquired.

“La La Land.”


“I heard the movie sucks.”

“It got an 8.2 rating on IMDB!” you mumbled, your voice laced with fake hurt. You raised your head from the pillow you had created with your arms and ran your fingers through your messy hair to fix it.

“You actually checked the ratings? Nerd,” Baekhyun snorted.

You grumbled and rolled your eyes at him playfully. He laughed and rubbed your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I’m just kidding, baby. You’re my nerd.”

You giggled and grinned at him.

“So can we watch it?”



“Of course.”



“Good, because I already bought the tickets”

“You did? What if I said no to watching a movie with you?” he laughed. “Wow, you must be very adamant on your decision of paying me back, huh.”


“I bought it because I knew you would agree.” You flashed him a cheeky smile. “And it’s not that. I did it because I wanted to spend time with you,” you told him. “And also because I wanted to treat you.”

You smiled and he cooed.

“What a cutie.”

“You’re awfully charming with your words. Are you sure you’ve never had a girlfriend before?”


He laughed. “I’m sure. I really have never dated before. I just know how to treat the people I care about well.”

“Aww.”


He smiled at you. “So what time is the movie?”

“It’s at seven.”

“I’ll come to your house at six thirty?”

You nodded your head. Baekhyun picked you up that evening. A red beanie adorned his head and it made him look extremely adorable. You both waited in line at the food counter while contemplating what to order.

“I’ll probably get a regular popcorn and coke,” you informed.

“Hmm, I think I’ll be having the same as well.”

“Why not we just share then?” you offered.

“Trust me, I eat a lot of popcorn. I might finish it before you even get a mouthful.”

“Then we can get extra large,” you grinned. “There’s a combo for that.”


Baekhyun ordered for the two of you and he took out his wallet to pay for the two of you. As you both waited for them to prepare the food, you stared at your boyfriend. You really liked how he looked when he dressed comfortably. He pulled anything off, in your opinion.

“You look really cute today,” you complimented him.

“Me? Cute?” he turned to you.

“Mmmhm,” you nodded.

He chuckled. “I’m not cute, baby. You’re cute.”


“Thank you, but you are cute though. You look adorable in your beanie,” you giggled.

He darted a quick peck on your lips before speaking.

“I’m not cute. I’m handsome,” he stated, eyebrows wiggling in a playful manner.

You laughed and hit him on the chest lightly. When the food was ready, you both walked into the theatre room and searched for your seats. You had managed to land good seats even though the movie was quite a popular one and before you knew it, the theatre was packed with people. It was a full house.

You and Baekhyun had been fairly touchy during the movie. The moment the lights dimmed and the theme music resounded throughout the room, your boyfriend had already began munching on the popcorn. The arm rest between the two of you was raised to create more room for you to rest against him and to diminish the space between you both. The side of your body was pressed next to his and he rested his left hand on your thigh, fingers drumming against it.

Halfway throughout the movie, you leaned your head on his shoulder and you felt him plant a kiss on the top of your head. He had resorted to feeding you then, bits of popcorn he would push into your mouth for you to eat and the bottle of iced beverage he would raise to your lips for you to sip on.

“Good girl,” he whispered into your ear when you finished the last few pieces of popcorn.

You tilted your head so you could plant a kiss on his shoulder before returning to the movie. After it ended, you and Baekhyun left the hall.

“Why do you bring the trash out with you?” he inquired as you threw the box you had used in the theatre into a trash can outside. “You knew they do that for you right?”


“I know. I just wanted to help them,” you shrugged. “How was the movie? It was good, right?”

“Hmm, it was alright,” he responded, but you knew better. You could see how he was trying to hold back a smile and you knew it was because he genuinely enjoyed it. You could tell by his how engrossed he was into the film during the times when he wasn’t doting on you or slipping food into your mouth.

“Don’t lie, come on! I know you liked it.”


“Alright, alright. It was better than I expected, okay?”

You nodded your head in agreement, deeming his response good enough.

“Told you,” you muttered, your tone laced with satisfaction.

“I’m surprised you didn’t fall asleep in the theatre just now, since you enjoy sleeping so much. You were leaning against my arm like a kitten, though I have to say my arm is numb now,” he joked.

“Hey!” you whined, your hand swatting his chest.

“I’m kidding,” he apologized, his hand grabbing the one you used to assault his chest playfully and raising it up so his lips could plant a soft kiss on your skin.

“This is what I get when I treat you out for a movie,” you mumbled. “I’m never buying you tickets again.”

He laughed. “I’ll just buy them for us then.”

“As long as it’s not a horror movie.”


“Why? Are you afraid of them?”


“Yes.”

“We should watch it one day. Horror movies are awesome, come on.”


“No way. I won’t be able to sleep for a week.”

“Hmm, one day.”


“One day what?”


“One day I’ll get you to watch a horror movie with me,” he spoke, a naughty grin etched on his face.

“And how will you do that?”

Once you both reached Baekhyun’s car, neither of you got in as you both decided to finish the last of your drink then and there first and dump the paper cup into the trashcan next to the headlights. You were seated on the hood of his car while he stood in between your legs.


“I’m Byun Baekhyun, I can do anything.”


You laughed at his confidence. “Coming from the person who handed a 100 dollar bill to the cashier when the amount was only 10.”


“That was one time! And it happened a long time ago. And I wasn’t thinking straight then. And I’m still awesome.”


“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, loser.”

Out of the blue, he began tickling your sides. His fingers were not relenting one bit and it made you burst out into a fit of giggles.

“Say that again,” he joked. “I dare you.”

You couldn’t contain it. He was mercilessly tickling you and you were begging for him to stop, the drink almost slipping from your hands.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry! You’re awesome, baby.”


His actions finally came to a halt and you sighed in relief, gasping for air after being out of breath from all the tickling. He laughed.

“Yes. Good girl,” he praised.

His arms were planted on the hood of the car on either side of you and he leaned his head in before capturing your lips with his. You smiled into the kiss and reciprocated his actions with just as much fervor. Your lips moved against each other swiftly, softly. Baekhyun broke the kiss, leaning back slightly to finish the last of the beverage you held in your hands before kissing you once again. When your lips were spread apart, you felt the fluid transfer from his mouth to yours. The contrast between the cold drink and the heat of the kiss made you moan. Coke tasted so much better when they came from his lips.

It dawned on you that it was becoming way too sensual and that the both of you were still in public, even though the street you were both at was empty. You broke the kiss regrettably and he licked the moisture off your lips with his tongue before planting a firm kiss on your forehead. His lips felt cold against your skin.

“Let’s get going. It’s getting late,” he announced.

You nodded your head and stood up. He took the empty paper cup from you to dispose it into the nearest trashcan before he unlocked the vehicle, ready to drive the two of you home. The two of you continued your playful banter in the car while your boyfriend drove, one hand on the steering well. The other holding yours.


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Jealousy Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Pairings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Notes: Now taking requests! I need some more prompts for this darling! I’ll post guidelines later.

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“You can do better than that (Y/n).” Your mentor Rachel said as she helped you train before she left for her mission.

“Rachel, you should be going. The jet leaves in 10.” Eggsy came in the training room and looked at the two of us. More like ogled us.

“Goddamn it Eggsy! You couldn’t’ve told me this five minutes ago! Fucking asshole!” She yelled and you laughed at her annoyance. She just glared at you. “Shut your fucking mouth.” She ran out of the room and slapped Eggsy on the back of the head.

“Merlin wants to see us (Y/n).”

“Alight. I’ll be there in a minute!” You yelled and ran off to change out of your workout clothes. It didn’t take that long, but you were curious as to why Merlin wanted to see you and Eggsy of all people. Making your way to Merlin’s office, you heard snickering coming from the other recruits. One look and the all stopped and walked away.

“Thank you Ms. (L/n) for joining us. I know that you’re only a trainee, but we need female agent for this mission and currently Agents Lancelot and Guinevere are already preoccupied.

“Why do you need a female agent?”

“You and Galahad will be attending a gala in three days to prevent nuclear codes from getting into the wrong hands.”  Merlin droned on with the details of the mission and then the two of you were dismissed and ordered to train and get to know each other. So for the second time today, you changed into your workout clothes. By the time you made it back to the training room, Eggsy was already there. His back was facing you and he noticed your presence almost instantly. The two of you sparred for an hour then went your separate ways to change. You planned on meeting him in the lounge so you could talk with him, and get to know him.

“Where do you want to start?” You asked Eggsy as you sat by him on the couch. He looked blankly at you and when it started to get a little creepy, he grinned at you. From there Eggsy started to tell you about him, and you found out that you both had a younger sister, and that you both came from shit homes. This was the routine until the start of the mission. Wake up, eat, train, talk, sleep. Now it was the day of the mission and you were trying not to freak out. You and Eggsy boarded the jet, since it was pretty far away, and that’s when you began thinking. What if I mess up? What would happen if I did? Would I be kicked out? What would Eggsy do? He would probably hate me, and Rachel will murder me. Shit, what have I gotten myself into. You didn’t hear Eggsy as he was practically screaming your name for the last couple minutes. He gently shook your shoulder as a way to jar you from your thoughts.

“It’s going to be alright sweetheart.” He said as your eyes showed how panicked you were. Eggsy placed a hand on your shoulder as the plane landed and the two of you made your way to the gala. Taking a deep breath, you pushed out the bad thoughts and started the mission. It took a couple hours, but you and Eggsy finished it without a hitch. Once you reached the plane, you fell into the nearest seat and relaxed. “See it wasn’t so bad.”

“Yeah, even though there were these old perverts grabbing my ass half the time.” You replied. Eggsy’s jaw dropped as he stared at you.

“What were their names. Do I need to teach them how to respect a lady?” Eggsy growled which sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes bore into you even more as you took too long to reply in his book.

“I..I..” You stuttered trying to contain your flustered state. He leaned in, your lips only a centimeter apart.

“They shouldn’t be touching what’s mine.” He whispered as he pressed his lips against yours in a heated and loving kiss. You wanted to yell at him for calling you his, but that thought was long gone at this point.

“You’re right.” You said as the two of you separated for air, and after this statement, Eggsy slammed his lips against yours desperately.

“How about I show you that you’re mine?” He suggested as the two of you started ripping each other’s clothes off.

“We’ll be-NOT ON THE FUCKING PLANE EGGSY. Couldn’t you keep it in your pants?” Merlin said as he discovered the two of you catching your breath after round three.

“Sorry Merlin.” You said.

“I know you’re sorry Ms. (L/n), but you Galahad. Get some clothes on you two, debriefing in ten. Make yourselves look decent.” Merlin headed back to the cockpit and Eggsy’s hand covered yours as you went to put your clothes back on.

“What?”

“We still have time.” Eggsy said.

“Eggsy, we have ten minutes. That’s not going to be enough time to cover up all these marks and fix my hair.”

“Come on love.”

“Plus I don’t think you could get me off quick enough.” You said.

“Challenge accepted.”

Face the Music - Part 5

Part 5 !!!


When you get to Gotham a week after leaving, you’re not sure what you expect to see. Conner, with several bags at his feet, along with the rest of your family, is not it.

“Well, it looks like you’ve rolled out the red carpet for me this time”

Kon steps forward, drawing you into a hug, “I made my decision, I want to go with you. I talked to Clark, and he agreed that it was time for me to branch off on my own. I want to learn more about your life at the League, I want to continue protecting people”

“And you will. We won’t stop you from saving people, as long as you don’t stop us from doing what we believe is right. You won’t be privy to all of the information that I will, but as an alliance of the League you will be expected to protect our interests”

There’s a glint in Kon’s eyes, “As long as I get you, I’ll follow the rules”

You lean forward, pressing a fleeting kiss to Conner’s lips, before turning to face your father and brothers. “I didn’t expect to see any of you here”

“We …” Jason’s eyes flick to the others before locking on you, “… I wanted to apologize for not being there for you. I knew that you were alone, but I still went away a lot. I wasn’t around, and I’m not going to make excuses for that. I’d like to talk to you, Skype if we can, or call, or even just write letters, something to keep us in contact. I know that I was a terrible brother, but I’d like to make up for that”

“I’ve waited for years to hear one of you say that” For the first time since you joined the League, you actually feel shy, “You don’t know how many times I wished that one of you, any of you, would notice me. I’d like to get to know you, really know you, like a family should.”

You reach out, drawing Jason into a hug, “I’ll miss you, Y/N”

“Promise me something?”

“Anything”

“Promise me that you really meant that” You want to trust Jason, you want to trust that at least one of your brothers is willing to make up for his mistakes, “I want to believe you, Jaybird, I really do, but I need your word. I need to know that it won’t be like before”

“It won’t, kid. It won’t”

“Alright” You turn toward Dick, “I guess this is goodbye, Dickie”

Your oldest brother smiles, “Do you … can I be there when you Skype with Jason? Please? I know that I was never around a lot, and you got hurt because of it. I did the same thing with Jason, and when he died I promised to never do that again, but I failed you, little sister. I left you alone, and I’m so sorry”

“Honestly, I don’t think I’ve talked to you more than 4 times since I’ve lived here. I – I think I’d be nice to get to know you”

Next is Tim, he’s willing to send emails, and texts back and forth. Maybe meet up for coffee if you ever come back to Gotham. You can tell that, while he’s willing to get to know you, he’s very busy, and won’t be able to commit a lot of time to keeping to touch.

Damian and Bruce decide to take you aside, out of hearing range of the other three humans, and you know that Kon will try not to listen. “Are you willing to stay in contact with Damian and I?”

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have agreed to talk to you”

Bruce’s shoulders relax slightly, “I would like to try and make up for what I have done wrong. I - I was too involved with the training of your brother, and you never got in trouble. I didn’t think you needed my attention. I realize my mistakes now, I want to be your father, Y/N”

“Bruce, it’s a little late for you to be my father. I’d like to get to know you as an ally, possibly a friend, but you’re far too late to try and be my father. As far as I’m concerned, Talia is the only parent I’ve ever had. I’ll always consider you my father, and if we ever get a better relationship, I might call you father, but you didn’t raise me like you did Damian. You were nothing but a sperm donor, and I’m sorry if that hurts your feelings, but …”

Bruce nods, his blue eyes filled with regret, “I understand. I know that there’s nothing I can do to change the past, and that you aren’t the 10-year-old that first arrived on my door step. I’d like to get to know the woman you’ve become”

“I’d like that too, Bruce” You pause, glancing at your twin, “Damian …”

“I have thought about what Mother said before you left. I have been a terrible brother. I have ignored you, I have belittled you, and I would like to make up for my mistakes. You are a strong woman, I would be honored to be your ally, and someday be considered your brother”

“That … that sounds really good, Dami. Would you like visit the League someday? See the changes Mother and I are starting? Everything is very different from when Grandfather was alive.”

“I would enjoy that” Damian hold out a hand, which you willingly take, “Until we meet again”

“Until then … brother”

You and Conner settle down on the boat, heading toward the island, where you’ll board a jet that will take you the rest of the way to the League.

“Do you think they’ll keep their promises?”

“I hope so. If they don’t then I won’t be trying again. It will just be me, you, and the League”

Conner wraps an arm around your shoulders, “You’ll always have me, Y/N. That’s not something you’ll have to worry about”

Curling into the Supers side, you flash a brief smile, “You don’t know how relieved I was when I saw you at the docks. I was terrified that you wouldn’t be there, that you wouldn’t want to leave with me”

“I’ll always choose you, Y/N. Always”

The two of you settle into silence, just enjoying each other’s company. There is a lot to catch up on, but for now, not words are needed, for now just the possibility of a future together is enough.


So this was probably the last part! If you guys think I should add anything to the series let me know, and I’ll see what I can do!!

Mirror of the Soul: Part 2 (Loki x Reader)

Note: Reader has the power to see people’s souls when they look in their eyes but doing so almost kills them. I love Tony being an adorable uncle. Please let me know what you think or if you want to be added to any tag lists!

Words: 1545

You can find the other chapters here: Loki Masterlist


               "Put the knife away, Nat,“ Tony said, his eyes fixed on the magazine in his hands.

Slowly, Natasha did as he said but her muscles remained tight, ready to pounce should she need to. She continued to stare intently at the dark corner of the room in a failing attempt to make out the identity of their unexpected guest.

               "She won’t come out if you keep that up,” Tony groaned, throwing the magazine onto the table. He practically jumped to his feet and reached into the shadows, wrapping his hand around you arm and pulling you into the light. “See? Definitely not an assassin.”

You certainly weren’t what Natasha had been expecting and her cheeks flushed ever so slightly in embarrassment. “Oh, hi. Sorry. You must be Y/N.”

Ripping your arm free from your uncle’s grip you took a seat on the floor, resting your forehead against the full length window and taking in the view. “Don’t worry about it,” you told Natasha quietly. “It’s good to meet you.”

Scanning the city before you, your vision focused in on the bright green light shining in a park blocks away. Even from a distance, amid the millions of others that lived around the Tower, you could sense the complexity of Loki’s soul. It called to you and you wished that it were possible to get closer. Sadly, you knew you’d never be able to join him - a thought that made your chest ache. Being in public was far too dangerous for you.

A hand on your shoulder brought you back to the room with a start. A gentle squeeze told you that you didn’t need to worry, not that it mattered. Your fear had immediately dissipated when the distinct yellow mist filtered into your peripheral vision. You knew the feel of Tony’s soul well. Being family, his aura was almost tangible and it wrapped its way comfortingly around you whenever he was near. You often told him that he was like a warm blanket to you, a description that he was secretly delighted by.

               "Sorry. What did you say?“ you asked, purposely keeping your gaze from the beacon of green. Instead, you lifted your gaze to the sky and watched the planes fly by, half wishing that you could just board a jet and fly away for ever.

               "Nat asked how you were, kiddo,” Tony whispered, sitting himself down beside you and bringing you into an embrace. You rested your head on his shoulder and the desire to fly away suddenly lessened. For a second, you felt truly welcomed in his home and in his life but you pushed that comfort away, remembering how dangerous it was to get comfortable.

               "I’m fine,“ you said automatically. A moment later, in response to Tony’s deep sigh against the top of your head, you added, "My head still hurts but today I’m actually… Well, I don’t feel so numb.”

Reflected in the glass, you watched a goofy smile spread over your uncle’s face. “That’s great, Y/N.”

               "Yeah, I guess it is,“ you said, Tony’s enthusiasm contagious.

Your mind had already begun to wander so you missed her exact words but as you half registered Natasha’s voice you turned to face her. Immediately you regretted it. Even without making eye contact, the strength of the assassin’s soul hit you like a tonne of bricks.

Scrunching your eyes shut, you tried to separate yourself from the vision but the tightly wound crimson ribbons shot at you with a fierceness that you couldn’t avoid. You tried to draw strength from Tony, practically praying for his familiar yellow haze to protect you, however it made no difference.

               "Get me out of here,” you screamed, although it came out as more of a tortured whispered. A strong pair of arms lifted you up and bit by bit the burning crimson bonds loosened their hold around you. As cold air rushed back into your lungs, your fear began to drain away until you once again felt nothing.

Sometime later, you murmured, “I tried… She has to understand… I really wanted to…”

               "I know, I know,“ Tony said, gently stroking the back of your head when you curled up against him. He flung a blanket over you both, wrapping you up to reinforce the atmosphere of safe. It helped. Your muscles relaxed and your trembling finally subsided.

Swallowing deeply to steady his own voice, thoroughly shaken by having to watch you suffer and being completely unable to help, your uncle asked, "Can I get you anything? Tea? A sandwich?”

You shook your head against his chest, immensely grateful that he hadn’t asked if you were okay. In your current state, the answer to that question was fairly obvious but that rarely seemed to stop normal people from asking anyway. “Actually, there is something…”

Surprised by the sudden change, Tony straightened and told you that he’d get you anything you needed. You allowed the briefest smile to tug at your lips at his eagerness. Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel the small bursts of grey flashing around him; this pure desire to help protect someone else always made your skin feel tingly.

               "You know those biscuits that you hide…“

               "I knew someone was stealing them!” he exclaimed. Placing a kiss on your forehead, he promised to return with a selection of biscuits fit for the gods themselves.

You heard the door close and finally opened your eyes, almost letting out a scream when you saw Loki appear a few feet away. He immediately held his hands up defensively. “It’s alright, Y/N! I’m only an illusion.”

He waved his hands around a little, as if that would help prove his point, before sitting cross legged in front of you. His gorgeous green eyes met yours, the corners crinkled in worry, as he said, “I heard about what happened earlier.”

               "I thought I could do it,“ you sighed, instinctively lowering your gaze to his hands.

               "Hey, look at me.” Loki went to lift your chin up but stopped just before he touched your skin to save the illusion from shattering. Even though his fingers didn’t actually make contact, the closeness was enough to send a shiver down your spine. “Look at the positive here. You left your room and went out with the intention of getting to know someone else. Even if it didn’t end the way that you’d hoped, it’s a step forward.”

Rubbing the back of your neck with one hand and pulling the blanket tighter around you with the other, you nodded in agreement. “I guess. I just wasn’t prepared for how intense Natasha’s soul would be.”

               "Did you even look her in the eye?“

               "No. It hit me before I got anywhere close. I guess she isn’t one to feel things lightly.” Biting the inside of your lip, you changed the subject, desperate to escape the earlier failure. “How was your walk? I saw you in the park.”

Loki leant forward, intrigued. “You saw me?”

               "I mean, I saw your soul. That shade of green is unique to you. Well, it might not be… I’ve just never seen it anywhere else. And it burns so brightly.“ You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself. You knew you were rambling but Loki didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it made him smile in a way that lit up his entire face. "It stood out in a sea of millions. I couldn’t help but follow it.”

Trying desperately to hide his grin - an action that only seemed to make him smile more - Loki said, “My walk was very pleasant. It is good to get away from this place every now and then. Maybe one day you will accompany me.”

               "I’d love nothing more,“ you said honestly, although you knew it’d never be.  

               "Oh, don’t be sad,” Loki murmured, lifting his hand to your cheek. The amount of control he possessed to hold it so close without touching you was astounding. “My sweet Y/N. It’ll be alright eventually. I believe you are more than strong enough to control this power.”

               "Loki, I…“ you paused mid thought, hearing Tony causing a commotion in the hallway. Your eyes flickered to the door then back to the god. For one long, terrible second you thought that Loki wouldn’t meet your gaze and when he finally did your chest suddenly felt ten pounds lighter. "Will you come back later?”

His intense glare softened and he nodded. “What do you want to…”

               "Bring a book,“ you interrupted, knowing your uncle would clatter through the door any second. "I mean, if you can do that… I’d love for you to read to me.”

Loki nodded, hiding a smirk at the adorable nature of your request. Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on your forehead and the illusion faded just as Tony kicked the door open.

               "Thank you! Oh, god, Tony, look out!“ You squealed just as he tripped over a shoe, lying forgotten in the middle of the floor. He hit the ground with a loud grunt and you couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before you. The two of you were so caught up in hysterics that it barely registered when your gazes met. 


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Bucky Imagine

A Bucky x Reader where the reader falls into really really cold water during a mission, and later at the Avengers tower she gets so sick she faints and Bucky takes care of her?


You ran after the agent as quick as you could through the 2 inches of snow that covered the ground. “I’m following the agent West towards the water,” you spoke into your comm.

“Y/N, keep on his trail,” Steve’s voice rang in your ears. “Bucky is coming from the North and Natasha is on your heels. They’ll be there for backup. He cannot leave, we can’t risk him spreading the information to HYDRA.”

“Copy,” you said short of breath and kept after the man. You continued to follow the man until he stopped at the edge of a small cliff. “There’s nowhere to go now,” you told him. He suddenly pulled a knife from his pocket and went after you. You blocked his attack and reached for the gun you had in your tactile belt. Before you could get a shot off sudden kick sent the gun skidding against the snow. “Y/N, I’m close by,” you heard Bucky’s voice come through.

You got a couple hits to the agent before you could grab your knife and go after him with it. You swiftly cut his arm and thigh as you fought the skilled agent and heard Bucky’s footsteps coming towards you. You flipped away from him, reaching your gun from it’s spot near the side of the cliff, and aimed at the target.

You shot at the man but it was dodged you had to block his feet as they came after you. The man heard Bucky approaching and got his knife ready to throw at his chest. “Bucky,” you yelled a warning and punched the agent who turned and, with a swift kick, sent you flying over the cliff towards the icy water.

You heard a shot as you fell just before you crashed into the cold water. You sunk quickly from the weight of your weapons and struggled towards the top of the distancing top. A crash from the water caught your attention and you saw Bucky swimming down towards you. He grabbed you around your chest and swam with you up towards the water. You gasped for air as you two broke the surface.

“Damn heavy snow boots and dumb Stark tech,” you said kicking off your shoes and tossing your weapons as soon as you were dragged to shore.

“Y/N, are you ok,” Bucky said looking over you with worry written on his face.

“I’m breathing so that’s good,” you said breathing heavily. “Hey,” you said looking at his worried demeanor, “I’m ok. You saved me. Thank you.”

“I’m your boyfriend, and your teammate, it’s my job. Come on,” he lifted you up and put an arm around you for support. “Let’s get back to the quinjet.”

******

You shivered again which made Bucky immediately jump to your side. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Just cold still,” you told him. As soon as boarded the jet you stripped off your wet clothes and put on an extra shirt and jacket that Bucky found on board.

“We’ll get you in front of a fire and get you some warm clothes when we land, ok?” You nodded with your clattering teeth.

Once the jet landed Bucky walked beside you as you shivered down the hallways, heading towards you and Bucky’s shared room. Your shivering worsened and you felt like your legs were ice blocks, barely carrying your weight. “Y/N, maybe we should stop a second,” you heard Buck say. “Or I could carry you.”

“I’m fine Buck,” your voice came out slower and quieter than you thought.

“You’re shivering a lot worse now, ba-”

“I’m fine Bu-,” you said before your vision disappeared and you felt unconscious.

******

Bucky caught you as you fell and felt just how cold you actually were. He took you in his arms and ran towards the medbay as fast as he could. “Cho,” he yelled as he carried you into the bay.

“What happened?”

“She fell in cold water on the mission. She’s ice cold and shivering really bad!”

“Get her over here,” she commanded and guided him over to a bed. “Bucky, we need to get these clothes off her, they’re wet. Take off the clothes while I get some supplies.” She ran out of the room and by the time she came back the clothes you had on were thrown on the floor in a damp pile.

“I gave her those on the jet, shouldn’t they be ok?”

“The water on her skin and hair seeped into them, she can’t wear them. I need to put her hair in this warm towel. I need you to take those warming packs and lay them on her back and near her feet,” she said flipping you over.

******

You woke up sweating in a medbay bed with Buck rocking back and forth in the seat next to you. “Y/N,” he jumped forward as he saw your eyes open. “Are you ok? How do you feel?”

“I’m ok.”

“You said that before and look what happened.”

“What did happen?”

“You fainted walking to the room. I ran you here to Cho. You had hypothermia. You’ve been out for a day and a half.”

“You saved me again Buck,” you weakly smiled. “You’re my hero,” you grabbed his hand.

He squeezed your hand and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s my job, babe.”

lookforanewangle  asked:

Shatt! ;)

I GOT THREE OF THESE ALREADY.  Oh my original love, so glad people are still here for it.

Who said “I love you” first?

Shiro.  Matt mostly doesn’t say it outright still, because he’s a little shit.  He’d much rather call Shiro ‘Starshine’ and doodle on his natural arm and leave him sticky notes telling him his butt looks good in his armor.  Same thing, right?  Totally.  

(He does say it, but it’s in the quiet of the night, when the lights are off and everything feels muffled and slightly unreal.  Then Matt can say it without fear.  The rest of the time he makes do)

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

Matt.  They are all terrible pictures, and he will NOT let Shiro at his phone, because he would delete them.  It’s damn hard to get a properly ugly picture of Shiro, and but Matt’s perfected the art.

Currently, it’s a picture of him first thing in the morning.  He’d been telling Matt to stop chattering before he was awake enough to respond, and he started to sneeze right as Matt took the picture.  It’s his pride and joy.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

Shiro.  It’s only on occasion, and it’s a toss-up if it’s something sweet or something ridiculous.  One time it wasn’t intentional: a thought had occurred to him about a calculation he’d been doing for flying one of the little escape jets on board.  In an effort to get it out of his head, Shiro started to write the equations out on the mirror.  About two thirds of the way through, he stopped to go get a pad and pen since it was starting to face, and found Matt finishing it up in his absence.  

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

Matt.  He’ll get anything he thinks will make Shiro pause.  Now Shiro has a bunch of novelty items and kitsch memorabilia.   This goes double if the item in question is ugly.  There’s a lot of cross-eyed figurines in awful outfits.  Shiro keeps them, but they’re all turned to face the wall instead of his bed.  It’s a problem to wake up to their stares.

Who initiated the first kiss?

Shiro.  Matt wouldn’t stop talking to let him get a word in edgewise, and was working himself into a lather about no, he knows Shiro doesn’t feel the same, he’s not going to make it weird, it’s been the whole times so- wait, no it hasn’t, shut up, forget I said that, it’s fine, it’s just a crush-

So Shiro kissed him on the nose to startle him.  Then he asked if he could kiss him for real, because he’d wanted to do that for a long time now.


Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Shiro. Matt would, except he never, ever wakes up before Shiro.  Because he doesn’t wake up at 6 in the goddamn morning like certain assholes.

Who starts tickle fights?

Matt.  To be fair, Shiro is asking for it when he’s being all reserved and stoic and acting like he’s above human needs like wanting to fool around and relaxing.  So Matt tickles him until Shiro’s smiling too hard to keep up the Black Paladin Seriousness and then kisses him until he agrees to take a break.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

Matt.  He has a very effective seduction technique that involves nearly slipping and falling on his face, holding onto Shiro and then trying to play it off as smooth.  It always earns him a laugh and kisses, and usually something after, so he’s going to count it as a successful seduction.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

They eat together with everyone else, but Shiro brings Matt meals when he forgets them, and they eat together.  This happens less these days, but he’ll sitll occasionally lose track of time and haze out for a bit, and Shiro will stay with him until he’s fully back to himself.

Who was nervous and shy about the first date?

Matt didn’t act like it, but he was.  By this point, Shiro was pretty calm about the whole thing.  They’d basically been dating for months already, so what was the difference except titles?

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Shiro.  Matt would climb the walls to get away from a spider.  It doesn’t help.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

Shiro.  Mind, he’s the one who would loudly proclaim their love anyway, but a drunken Shiro is one that clings to Matt’s side and starts telling him how gorgeous and adorable and smart he is, and then gets distracted with a very empirical study on the effects of kissing on Matt’s neck.

This would not be that strange, except he did it in front of Sam, who hasn’t let them live it down.

🕵🏼 The London Jet Stunt 🕵🏼

☝🏼These are the pics of Erica boarding the jet in London. Joe already got on the plane. 👇🏼 Below are the pics of the jet landing in London on another trip. That is Erica in the same hoodie and black pants.  Taylor and her team never said it was Taylor. They never lied. The hired pap said it was her, and the media ran with it. 

Credit to @whaler13bg and @tallcurlygirl for their 🕵🏼 work 💅

This Is Love: Part Six

Summary: Being Bucky’s PA wasn’t easy and you respond to his grumpy attitude with your own. The two of you have never gotten on, forced to stay working with him because your Uncle Tony insists you have a job. 

Word count: 1870

Warnings: swearing, mentions of panic attacks

A/N: and it was only just getting better for poor Bucky☹️

Part One    Part Two    Part Three    Part Four    Part Five

It’d been almost a month since you and Bucky had shared a rather intimate moment in front of the whole team and although you’d vowed to forget it no one was making any effort to let you. The two of you would be sat together reading, alone in the common area just sat in silence and enjoying each other’s company when someone, usually Sam or Nat, would burst in, declare that they’d walked in on you in the midst of a passionate fucking, as they would so gracefully put it and then they wouldn’t leave. They’d sit with you and tease you relentlessly and, growing tired of their immaturity and wanting to spend some quiet time together, you started going to his room and locking the door. Of course this only heightened their teasing but you knew it would happen and didn’t care, just wanting to spend some alone time together. Yes, you and Bucky had become very good friends, almost inseparable, but it was just that. You were friends and nothing more despite what the others and a certain video might say. This was about to end however when Steve, Sam and Bucky where all called out for duty. It was a small mission, hence why only the three of them were needed, predicted to last a week, maybe two tops but you’d miss him nonetheless.

Stood in the hangar you said quick goodbyes to Steve and Sam before turning to Bucky.

‘Hey don’t get upset’ he tries to reassure you as tears well in your eyes. 'I’ll be fine’.

'I’ll still miss you’ you mumble, looking down at your hands which were wringing together in worry. His heart shatters seeing you like this and he pulls you into a hug to hide from you his own tears.

'I’ll miss you more’ he whispers in your ear before burying his head in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply, trying to remember everything about you before he’d leave, potentially to not come back. You turn and leave then as they board the jet and set off.

'Alright guys any valuables you want keeping safe hand em in now’ Steve yells from the front of the jet. He’d adopted this old military tradition whenever he was on a mission and it made Bucky laugh at how old fashioned he still was. He reached into his pockets and pulled out the last page of the book you were reading, entrusting him with it for him to give back to you when you got there as you had a tendency to read ahead and spoil it for yourself. He smiled at the memory and your serious face as you handed over the page as if it were made of glass. Then there was that picture of you he’d took whilst the two of you were sat outside on the perfectly cut lawn, chatting mindlessly about something or other. He loved the way the sun reflected off of your glossy hair and how your bright eyes danced with joy all complimented by the dazzling smile that graced your features, a smile with enough power to light even the darkest of souls. 'Keep them on you Buck, you might need them for moral support’ Steve says to Bucky, catching the adoring look in his eyes as he glances over your face. He nods and tucks them back into his pocket, mentally preparing himself for the mission. 


It had been a week since your emotional goodbye with Bucky. A week and you were already pining so badly that not only did you walk around in his clothes but you’d asked FRIDAY to give you access to his rooms and even slept in his bed at night. You knew this was unhealthy but you couldn’t help it, you just felt lost without him.

'Alright (Y/N) this has to stop’ Wanda says, stood at the foot of Bucky’s bed watching you nuzzle your face into his favourite red Henley. She snaps a picture of you and taps the screen of her phone a few times. You sit up sharply and glare at her.

'What did you just do Wan?’ You question, afraid of the answer.

'Sent it to Bucky, I’m sure he’ll love how disgusting you’ve become without him’ she says smugly and you groan throwing yourself back into his bed.

'Of course he’ll love it, Wan. You know sometimes I wonder if you understand human emotion at all’ Nat says playfully as she wanders out of his closet with a small notebook.

'Nat put that back, that’s Bucky’s journal you can’t read that’ you exclaim, leaping off of the bed and snatching it from her hand.

'Aw defensive much?’ She says you which you just roll your eyes and return the book to its home. ’(Y/N) Wanda is right this has got to stop. I’ve found a vintage bottle of wine in Tony’s cellar, come on!’

'Urgh fine if it’ll shut you up’ you groan closing the door to Bucky’s room behind the three of you and making your way to the common area with a bunch of blankets, all ready for a girly sleepover.

'You know (Y/N)’ Nat says with a slight slur, a tiny bit tipsy from drinking more than both you and Wanda combined, 'me and Wanda-’ You interrupt her with a hiccup.

'It’s Wanda and I’ you correct giggling.

'Oh whatever. Well Wanda and I know someone who said they want to sleep with you. As in you know do the deed with you, you know’.

'Yes Nat I get the picture’ you say laughing at her confused face as she stumbles on her words.

Little do the three of you know but the guys had just returned from the mission and Bucky, determined to see your face and reassure himself that you were ok, made a beeline for the common area whilst the other two stayed to give a mission report. He’d heard Nat’s words and, fearful that you might find out what he’d said, he knocks softly on the door and enters. He’d been slightly injured but it was nothing he couldn’t handle and seeing you was his first priority. When he lays eyes on you, cheeks rosy from the wine and glowing in the dim light, you take his breath away. He’s only been away from you for a week but he’s forgotten just how beautiful you are and neither his memory, nor the photograph truly did you justice. His heart begins to race as your face lit up when you saw him and when you shake the blankets off of yourself to go to him he sees that you are wearing the sweatpants he wears for training and one of his favourite baggy t-shirts making him smile even wider at how ridiculously adorable you look in clothes several sizes too big for you. You squeal his name as you run to him, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He holds you like this for what seems like forever, lost in your own world together until someone clears their throat and the light is flicked on to reveal the whole team stood watching you in silence, all looking smugly and knowingly at you. You look at Bucky’s face, now only inches away from yours and breath in sharply.

'You’re hurt’ you whisper taking in the gash in his cheek and moving your hands up to ghost across it. He shrugs.

'Just a few bumps and bruises’ he replies, unable to think straight with you so close to him. You hop down so you’re stood on your own two feet and are about to lead him off to be seen to but Wanda shouts your name.

'Remember you’ve got that date tomorrow with Matthew. You know Nat’s friend Matt?’ At this Wanda breaks down into a fit of giggles. 'Your names rhyme!’

'No!’ Nat shouts. 'My name is Natalia so unless his full name is Matalia our names do not rhyme’.

'You’ve got a date (Y/N)? Sam asks, his eyes and for that matter, the whole team’s eyes on Bucky.

'Yeah, why?’ He shrugs. You brush of the weird behaviour, not noticing that Bucky’s gone stiff beside you, his world crumbling around his feet. No matter how many times he told himself that this was right, this was good, you’d get a normal boyfriend and live a normal life he couldn’t stop his heart from shattering into a million tiny pieces. It was like you’d taken it in your own perfect hands and crushed it right in front of him without even realising what you’re doing. He can’t move. He’s frozen to the spot. He can feel you tugging on his hand, asking if he’s ok but he can’t reply. And then his world goes black. 


His eyes blink open to blinding light, the memories of the hours before not yet caught up with him. He looks to his right to see your delicate form curled up in one of the chairs next to his bed, fast asleep and looking beautiful as ever. He smiles before realising he’s in a hospital bed. Not questioning why, just yearning for your touch he gently places one hand onto the side of your face, drawing small circles with his thumb on your cheek. Your eyes flutter open at the slight contact and he pulls his hand away quickly, afraid of disturbing your peace. 'Hey’ you whisper softly. He smiles at you and you continue. 'You know why you’re here?’ You ask to which he replies with a slight shake of the head. 'You had a panic attack’ you say nodding slowly at him. 'You passed out we were all so worried about you. They said only one person could come in at a time and I practically fought Captain America to sit with you so feel honoured’ you say as he smiles at your rambling.

'Why’d I have a panic attack?’ he mumbles and you look at your hands.

'We’re not sure really but you passed out right after Wanda told everyone I was going on a date with Nat’s friend’. At these simple words Bucky’s blissful ignorance is shattered and his blood runs cold. He’d fucked up. He’d let himself he friends with you knowing full well that if he did he’d fall even deeper in love with you than he was before and now his heart was broken and it was his own fault. Now he had to maintain a stiff smile as you rambled on about the guy you were about to meet when before he could have told you just to shut up or that he didn’t care and it wouldn’t have seemed out of the ordinary. He now not only had to be slowly emotionally tortured but he had to be around you constantly as you spoke about someone who wasn’t him. He was now left to question what the hell he’d do without you, now that he needed you and now that you were gone. All on his own. And with a fake smile plastered on his face to cover the pain.

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REQUESTED -- The Importance of Knife Training

Word Count: 1587

Warnings: Swearing, fighting scenes, hospital trip, angst-ish, fluff-ish??

A/N: this is my first request! I hope I did it justice! Please let me know what you think and send me more requests, I had fun!

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

Doing laundry had never been this long of a task for Bucky before.

“Doll, you can’t just keep-” but before he could finish his sentence, the shirt he was trying to put away, was snatched from his hands.

“But I can keep taking your shirts from you,” you teased, now on the other side of the room, holding the t-shirt you’d swiped from his hands.

“I’m not gonna have any clothes left at this rate,” he grumbled good-naturedly. Moments later, when the entire basket of his laundry was gone in a streak of purple, he regretted speaking.

“Darn,” you mock pouted, “guess you’ll have to go around naked then.”

“Really? You’d be okay with Natalia ogling me?”

“Pfft, she can ogle all she wants, she already does anyway. It’s Sam I’m worried about; I can just imagine his face now.” A fit of laughter broke out as F.R.I.D.A.Y called the team to the hanger for an emergency mission.

You threw Bucky a wink, dropped the laundry basket, stashed your stolen shirt, and grabbed your suit all before he’d even crossed the room. He was stronger than you in every way, but you could out run him by miles, an advantage you used to it’s fullest potential, not just to steal his shirts.

As usual, you were the first to the quinjet, having run there at super speed. You checked your weapons while you waited for your teammates; Tony had made you special guns. They could reload and fire almost fast enough to keep up with you. You also kept several throwing knives and a short sword in your gear. Swords and knives didn’t run out of bullets, and they moved as fast as you wielded them so they were your weapon of choice. But Tony, being the mad invented he was, made you the guns anyway, so you’d carry them even if they didn’t get fired, because he made them just for you and you appreciated it.

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anonymous asked:

How about Widow/Zarya/Tracer finding out their S/O was in the medbay recovering after they come back from a mission? (hope this is good practice for ya, writing different characters is good for the soul. Also writer's high five ✋!)

Sorry about the delay and the poor writing.


Widowmaker

“Target down. Mission success,” Widowmaker spoke into her earpiece as she jumped from her perch. There’d be another notch on her rifle had she bothered with that silly tradition. She wasn’t made to focus on those she killed, just who was next. As soon as she boarded the jet she knew that there was something wrong. She was used to the nervous looks from fellow operatives. But there was a new tension in the air this time. All refused to look at her, to even whisper among themselves as they usually did. 

“Is there something someone would like to report?” she demanded, finger tapping against her rifle. The silence still hung until one brave operative could stand the tension- and the threat- no longer. 

“It’s (Y/N), t-they were injured. They’re alive! They’re in med-bay,” he confessed, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for her wrath. They all knew that when it came to you, she was deadly and uncontrollable. 

“Why wasn’t I informed earlier?!” she yelled, marching to the cockpit, “Get us back to base. Now!”

The flight was quick, but not quick enough for her liking. The wheels were barely on the ground and she was off the jet and sprinting towards med-bay, pushing past agents and doctors alike. They didn’t put up much of a fight against the Widowmaker. 

As soon as she was in your room she dropped to her knees at your bedside. She grabbed your hand and pressed it to her cold lips.

“I am sorry, mon cher. I tried to get here sooner. I didn’t know, I-“

“Amelie,” you croaked, running a hand through her hair with your free hand, “It’s fine. I’m fine. You’re here, that’s all that matters.”

“Who did this to you?” she growled, grip on your hand tightening, “I will hunt them down.”

You let out a small laugh before wincing in pain. 

“No need,” you hissed, clutching your wound, “Already beat you too it.”

Amelie leant up and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“That’s my Cherie.”

Zarya
Zarya stormed through the corridors, parting crowds with a single furious glance. Her fists were clenched by her side and she could feel her pulse pounding. During her time fighting Omnics she had never felt fear like this. In her panic she nearly ripped the door to your room from its hinges. Her breath hitched when she saw you. Bruised and bleeding, but alive. She rushed over to hug you but stopped only inches away. Normally she would scoop you into a bear hug, but seeing you look so fragile… She thought she may break you. 

“(Y/N)…” she whispered, voice cracking as tears pricked the corner of her eyes, “You…I…I was so worried. Are you…”

“Zarya I’m fine,” you assured her, flashing a small smile, “Better now that you’re here!”

You reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. She took a deep breath, only now she realised how tight her chest had been since she heard the news. She leant down to press a gentle kiss to a bruise near your temple. The tender moment passed all too quick. Zarya promptly straightened and cleared her throat before scolding you for your recklessness and disregard for your own safety. You let her rant. She needed to vent after the scare she received. After dealing with her lecture for a few minutes you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You grabbed her shirt and yanked her down, slamming your lips against hers to finally shut her up. Getting lost in the moment, her arms slid around you, brushing off one of your current tender spots. You pulled away, hissing in pain. Zarya immediately flinched and stepped back, her eyes wide. 

“Darling I am so sorry!” she babbled.

“I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine!” you quickly assured her, “But how about you save all those hugs and I’ll make them up to you when I’m better?”

“Ha! I will hold you to that,” she promised, beaming at you.


Tracer

“Sorry! Sorry, love. Watch it! Oof- ‘Scuse me,” Tracer called, crashing and she blinked her way to the med bay. She skidded to a halt outside the door. Her watch beeped, reminding her of all the energy she had drained from her chronal accelerator in her rush to get to you. She ignored it, she had more important things to worry about. Lena wanted to burst through the doors but heeded the doctors orders. That didn’t stop her lingering outside the door as they treated you, face pressed to the window trying to see through the opaque glass. When the door was finally opened she stumbled through, almost falling to the floor. She quickly straightened and was at your side in a heartbeat. She reached out to touch you but pulled away, afraid she’d hurt you more.

“A-are you okay, love?” she asked, chocolate eyes scanning you up and down. You weren’t looking the best but you could have been a whole lot worse. She chewed her lip, anxiety practically radiating off her. 

“Lena,” you called, forcing her attention to shift and for her to lock eyes with you, “I’m alright, darling. Just…please slow down before you end up hurting yourself!”

Tracer went bright red as you giggled at her. She gave a sheepish smile as relief washed over her. You patted the bed beside you and Lena wasted no time in hopping into the spot. You rested your weary head against her shoulder. She responded by resting her head against yours. 

“You know (Y/N)…You ought to be more careful,” she told you. You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. 

“Oh that’s rich coming from you, Lena Oxton!”

“Hmm…touché.”

Yellow - Spencer Reid

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

this is so exciting you guys!! this one is inspired by Yellow by Coldplay and I am so hyped.  please do enjoy!!


word count: 1,765


Leaving over the dead body of a young girl was not the situation in which Spencer Reid had thought he would meet the girl of his dreams.  

In the middle of the desert, the body of an eighteen year old girl was found half devoured by the animals inhabiting the area.  Upon discovery of the body, local police found three other bodies scattered throughout the same plot of land, all within three square miles.  Not only this, but the same time the body was discovered by hikers in the desert, another girl of the same physical aspects went missing in a similar situation as the other three eighteen year old girls. Naturally, the Behavioral Analysis Unit was called in on the serial killer case.  

Spencer didn’t mind travelling for work.  Although it was achingly hot here, he was able to adapt to the situation and perhaps just shed a layer or two of clothing he wore previously.  And, luckily, he didn’t have to fly very far.  He was already in Las Vegas visiting his mother when colleague Jennifer Jareau had called to debrief him before he hopped onto a flight to sunny southern New Mexico.   

He was also informed that SSA David Rossi was bringing his niece, who was job shadowing him on special permission for Erin Strauss and Boston University, where she was diligently attending school.  

Spencer wasn’t very interested in the thought of a strange member joining the team, but instead, he was curious as to how Agent David Rossi’s niece would look.  Will she look anything like him?  Or, will it be as if there was no resemblance at all?  

Pushing the thought from his head, Dr. Reid walked towards the body of the girl, which was only a day or so postmortem.  He squatted down, taking in the large bite marks and shockingly brutal marks of torture, before standing straight and covering the body with the large blue fabric once again.  He stood there for a moment, lost in thought, as he spotted David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, and another woman approaching the scene quickly.  He strode over to them with his hands in his pocket, and nodded to his team members. 

His eyes landed on the new member, you were obviously nervous and jittery, wearing well-fitted navy dress pants with a light blue collared shirt.  He took in every aspect of you, making you shift uncomfortable as he was savoring every moment that he was able to look at you before anyone spoke.  

“I’m sorry to interrupt your time with your mom, Spence.”  JJ apologized quickly, bringing him into a quick hug.  

Spencer smiled tightly, but nodded.  “I understand.”  However, his eyes were trained on you.  He had never laid eyes upon something so alluring.  

David Rossi nodded to his as well.  “How is she?”  He asked, referring to Spencer’s mother.  

“Just the same.”  He dismissed, obviously not wanting to discuss it any further. 

Agent Hotchner took advantage of this and cleared his throat.  “Very well.  Spencer, will you and (Y/N) head back to the police station and begin setting things up?  I was informed that they have a large conference room ready for us.”  He instructed and began walking off towards the police chief.  

Spencer’s eyes drifted to you.  So, that was your name.  You looked very little like Rossi, only sharing his eye shape, but he could tell by the way you stood that the two of you got along very well.  There was not a doubt in his mind that you and your uncle shared a very similiar personality.  “Spencer, this is my niece and goddaughter, (Y/N) Rossi.  My brother’s only daughter.  (Y/N), this is Dr. Spencer Reid, the expert on just about anything you could muster up.”  Agent Rossi introduced with a playful smirk.  

“Pleasure,” (Y/N) said with a gentle smile on her face.  You made no effort to reach out to him, aware of how he felt about shaking hands.  

Spencer smiled and nodded in reply, captivated by your simple beauty.  You wore very little makeup, but yet your skin was flawless, and you were a simple kind of beautiful.  

“Watch after her, she’s a troublemaker.”  JJ teased and winked to Spencer as her and Agent Rossi wandered off to follow Agent Hotchner.  

You looked at Spencer with a faint smile.  “So, do you want to drive?”  You asked him quietly.  You didn’t care for driving to begin with, let alone at night.  “It is beginning to get dark and I cannot drive well at night.”  You admitted and smiled sheepishly.  

Spencer nodded as you held the keys out to him.  “Statistically, Saturday night is also one of the most dangerous times to drive.”  He told you as the two of you began walking towards the large black Chevrolet.  

“Did you read that in an article from Boston University?”  You asked him with a large smile and an interested look in your eyes.  Excitement was evident on your face and Spencer adored it.  

For a moment, Spencer was silent as he thought.  The article was in his head, and he was just trying to determine where he read it.  “I do believe it was.”  

You laughed gently.  “I wrote that article six months ago.  It was my first big project for journalism, and it took ages to gather the data from the Department of Transportation in each state.  They do take their time replying to inquiries.”  You laughed again and shook you head as you climbed into the vehicle. 

Spencer hummed.  “You article was very well written.”  He told you slowly and glanced at you as he climbed in the driver’s side of the large vehicle.  

The compliment had made your day.  A broad smile crossed your face and Spencer could suddenly see the David Rossi in you.  Your smile was worth all the money in the world, and as the sun set and the stars were revealed, Spencer felt as if the stars were shining for you.

~.~

As the case came to a close, Spencer had become very close with you.  He had hovered around you every chance he was given, and he was allured by every move you made.  He was also very impressed with how well you did with the entire case, even helping him determine how to find the unsub.  You were a vital part of the case, and Spencer did not want to have you leave once you returned to Quantico.  

As the team boarded the jet, David Rossi sat down on one of the tan leather couches with his arm around you.  He was telling you how proud he was with you maturity and how well you did, and you were all smiles.  

Spencer sat across from you, watching the family interact closely, and listening to what they had to say.  “It was an amazing experience, and I look forward to hearing more about what everyone does.”  You said and smiled to your uncle.  

Spencer’s eyes travelled along your collar bones, taking in youe beautiful structure.  You wore a v-neck black shirt with black dress pants, and you were simply enticing to him.  In Spencer’s mind, your skin and bones turned into something beautiful and he could not get enough of it.  He craved your attention and wanted nothing more than for you to stay in Quantico with the team.  He feared you leaving back to Boston, and not being able to see you again.  He knew that he would have nightmare about you being murdered once you were gone, and he would want nothing more than to travel up to the busy city to see you.  

“Spencer?  Are you all right?”  Emily Prentiss asked, jolting him from his shameful thoughts.  You were David Rossi’s niece, and, in other words, you were entirely off limits.    

Spencer nodded as you glanced over to him.  He looked at you and spoke, “I’m fine.”  He said airily.  

You glanced back to your uncle, who was speaking with Agent Hotchner, but finished when he felt your eyes on him.  “I think when I graduate in two weeks, I am going to move in with you, if that’s okay.”  You said quickly with a small smile on your face.  

David Rossi beamed.  “I would love to have you, (Y/N).  Perhaps, I could even convince Strauss to give you a media specialist job.”  He wondered and glanced at Agent Hotchner, who was smirking.  

“That would be wonderful!”  You told him excitedly, and in all honesty, Spencer was more excited than you.  

~.~

The jet finally landed, and it was already time for you to head to the airport to catch your flight back to Boston for classes the next morning.  Exams were this week as well, and you were anything but prepared.  

After a long goodbye from the team and your uncle, you stood outside of the FBI building with your phone in your hand, texting your parents that you were on your way to the airport as you waited for your taxi.  

Spencer half jogged out of the entrance, looking for your desperately with a book clutched tightly in his hand, until he spotted you waiting near the curb.  “(Y/N)!”  Spencer called, getting your attention.  

You turned, confused, but happy to see Spencer.  “Spencer?  Did I forget something?”  You questioned and glanced at the book in his hand.  

“This is one of my favorite books.”  He said quickly and glanced at it.  “I would like for you to read it, and perhaps tell me what you think when you’re back in town?” He asked quickly and nervously.  He held the book out to you, and you took his graciously.  

You hummed, but smirked, as you turned the book over in your hands, admiring it.  “Are you asking me on a date, Spencer?”  You asked quietly with a blush reaching onto your features. 

Spencer blushed harder than you, and he nodded nervously.  “I suppose I am.”  He admitted and glanced at the taxi approaching the curb.  He wasn’t ready for you to leave quite yet.  

You glanced at the taxi as well, and picked your duffel bag off of the ground.  “I would love to and I look forward to reading your book.”  You told him and stood on your toes, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, and stepping back to climb into the taxi with the book clutched tightly in your hand.  Before the taxi left, you rolled the window down and said quietly, “Until next time, Doctor.”  Then, you were gone.  And Spencer was anxious to see you again.  

city of stars - peter parker x reader

fandom: the avengers/spider-man

word count: 1865

character pairing: tom holland’s spider-man x reader 

warnings: uhhh i don’t think any. they drink champagne LOL i guess that’s underage drinking (don’t do it kids) 

prompt (request): ok can i request a Classic bed sharing fic with peter you’re the only author i trust to write it

notes: this was requested a while ago lol and i jus finished it. it’s kinda messy and all over the place but i had fun writing it ! so that’s cool. enjoy xoxo. 

The Classic™: The hotel only has a king sized bed, I guess we’re sharing.

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You didn’t know what Tony was thinking when he decided to pair you and Peter up for this mission.

It was a simple one, really, but it was also in Paris, France, and the quinjet had malfunctioned somewhere around Brussels, so you and Peter were forced to book a hotel. Luckily for you, you had Tony’s emergency credit card in your back pocket. It was easy to say you were going to get back at him for pairing you up with the guy you’ve had a ridiculous crush on for the past two years or so. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go book a room,” Peter yawned, and you nodded, understanding his fatigue. You handed him Tony’s card, and made to go sit down on one of the comfortable plush chairs in the lobby. “I’ll be back.”

You were exhausted; it had been a ridiculously long night spent on your feet, in the most uncomfortable shoes known to man. Whoever said pain was beauty was right, you thought as you stared longingly at the strappy black heels you wore.

The two of you had to go undercover at a ball hosted by the president of France, making sure no ex-HYDRA (S.H.I.E.L.D, whatever) agents had anything planned for the special event. Someone had tipped you all off about an attack there, and Natasha insisted that someone attend the ball and keep watch. Boring enough, nothing violent happened, but you and Peter had danced the whole night and your heart was thundering in your chest.

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Tis But a Flesh Wound

Originally posted by x-men-headcannons

Request: I’m back!! And thank you for the previous request you write really good and please don’t stop sharing your wonderful talent :3{ I also have another idea for you, so the reader is injured badly (you can come up how) and sarcastically reacts “I’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound” and bby birb boi Warren Worthington is panicky and frantic cause he loves the reader deeply “what do you mean you’re fine? You’re bleeding!” idk I’d like it to be funny and bit angsty please and thank youuu <3

Pairing:  Warren Worthington x reader

Summary: You and warren have been best friends since Apocalypse. After a particularly rough mission you get hurt and feelings fly.

Words Count: 1080

Genre: fluff

Notes:  I love warren SO MUCH. and thank you for the kind words:)

Reader has ice powers like bobby drake with wolverine healing powers just not as fast.


“Chicken wing to ice bitch, come in ice bitch!” Warren says through the intercom.

“Hear you loud and clear chicken wing, where do you need me?” You reply.

It wasn’t often that you got to use intercoms on missions as Jean could tell you what was going on mentally but she was out of commission with a broken leg. Now, you and your best friend Warren had made the best of your time and gave everyone nicknames. Alex was Sparky, Kurt was Blueberry Boy and Peter was twitchy.  Warren was obviously Chicken wing and he dubbed you Ice bitch right after you gave him said nickname.

“could you guys please take this seriously? We’re in the middle of a fight!” Alex yells through the com.

You and Warren both laugh, “Can do sparky” you say.

You create a path of ice and slide up to warren, helping him with the many security guards around him. You were supposed to break out a few mutants from a lab where they were experimenting new anti-mutant vaccinations. Apparently, the security in the place weren’t fond of that idea, and now you were in this prickly situation.  You fight off a few of the people before you feel a sharp pain radiate from your arm.

“(Y/n)!” Warren yells.

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Remember Me - Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: After (Y/N) memory gets wiped by Hydra, Bucky and the others have to figure out how to get it back. Will they succeed or is it lost forever?
Warning: angst, memory loss

Prologue / Chapter 1


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Derek Morgan X Reader: Sleep

Summary: The reader has trouble sleeping, so she stays late at the office. Derek notices, and tries to help.
Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of a serial killer
Word Count: 919
Tag List: @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester, @lucifer-in-leather, @nea90sweetie, @outsidersimagines57, @trumpetsaretheworst
Please let me know if you would like to be added or subtracted from my tag list!

Originally posted by city-in-october


(Y/n) sat at her desk, she sighed as she closed another file. She was the last one at the office, even Hotch had left before her. He had told her not to stay too late, but it was 3:00 am and he had left two hours ago. (Y/n) knew that if she didn’t go home now, there would be no point in leaving at all. (Y/n) looked over at the pile of files on her desk, and decided that one more wouldn’t hurt, but one more turned into five, and five turned into ten, and the next thing she knew was that the rest of the team had started to arrive. Reid was the first to notice,
“Hey (Y/n), aren’t those the same clothes you wore yesterday?”
Before (Y/n) could answer, Hotch walked over,
“You didn’t leave did you? I told you not to stay too late”
“Sorry, but I got twenty reports done, they’re on your desk”
“Yes, I was just in there, there are closer to thirty reports there. You should have gone home and gotten some sleep”
“Sorry”
“It’s alright, just don’t pull anymore all nighters, okay?”
“Yes sir”
The rest of the day was business as usual, the team had gotten a case in New York, they got their bags, and got on the jet. (Y/n) listened to the briefing, but soon felt exhausted. Morgan gave her a concerned look, but she waved him off, opening a file an dreading it. He looked over at Hotch, who just shrugged, and went back to looking over the files. When they landed Hotch split everyone up, (Y/n) was paired with Morgan. The two were on their way to the crime scene of the first victim. They gathered as much information as they could about the unsub, but whilst looking around, Morgan noticed (Y/n) had been spacing out and missing details she would have normally picked up.
“Hey Derek?”
“What’s up (Y/n)?”
“I think our unsub is a woman”
“I was thinking the same thing, we better get this to Hotch, it’ll change the profile”
On the way back to the station, (Y/n) called Hotch. Hotch had agreed with the findings, confirming that the same signatures were found at the second crime scene. With the new information, the team was able to give a complete profile. Within a few hours, the team with local law enforcement, were able to corner the unsub and arrest her. Shortly after she was apprehended, the team had boarded the jet on their way back to Quantico. When they arrived back at the office, (Y/n) noticed that there was a new stack of reports on her desk. She sat down at her desk and opened the first one. To her surprise, the file was closed and put back on top of the stack. She looked up to see Morgan,
“They can wait ‘til tomorrow (Y/n)”
“There’s a lot Derek, they aren’t going to do themselves. Just let me do a couple”
“You haven’t slept in two days, these reports can wait”
(Y/n) sighed, she knew that he wasn’t about to back down, she could see the determination in his eyes.
“Fine”
“Okay, let’s go”
“Go where?”
“I’m taking you home?”
“Derek I’m fine, I can drive myself home”
“You’re tired and I don’t want you getting in an accident”
“I’m not getting out of this one am I?”
“Nope”
“Okay, let’s go”
The car ride was silent. They quickly arrived at her house,
“Do you want to come inside for coffee or something?”
“I shouldn’t, you need to get some sleep”
“Are you sure? It’s late, I have an extra room if you want”
“No it’s alright, I’ll make it home okay”
“It’s late, I don’t want you to get in an accident”
“Using my own words against me? Okay, if you don’t mind, I don’t want to intrude or anything”
“Derek I wouldn’t have invited you in if you were going to intrude on anything. I’m single and live alone. But I do have a dog if that’s problem.”
“Not a problem at all”
“Alright, come on in agent Morgan”
(Y/n) led him into the house, and showed him the room he would be staying in. Then pointed out the room that she would be in.
“and I’m just down the hall, don’t hesitate to come get me if you need anything”
“Okay, thank you (Y/n) really, for letting me stay”
“No problem”
Hours later, (Y/n) was still awake, she got out of bed and went to the kitchen. She was filling a glass with water when Derek burst into the kitchen, gun drawn.
“Sorry I thought someone was breaking in”
“Nope, just me. Sorry if I scared you”
“You don’t look like you’ve slept at all”
“I haven’t”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know, I toss and turn, but I just can’t seem to get comfortable”
“Come on”
“Where are we going?”
“Just follow me”
She followed him down the hall to her bedroom. He pulled the covers back and got into the bed. He pat the space next to him, and (Y/n) lay down. He pulled her close to his chest, wrapping his arms around her and began tracing shapes into her back, soothing her. They lay like that for a while, and before she knew it, her eyes began to droop, and she soon fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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anonymous asked:

Yeah I think if you can't see her face, then it's a waste of money for publications, and sure you can see Joes but he's unknown/doesn't get website hits.

the pictures blew up in the days since. And i think that the one i’m posting below from Vanity Fair is *exactly* what Taylor wanted the public to take away from all this time. things maybe like: – My life is mine not yours for entertainment, since you cant seem to leave me alone, let me prove that to you. You’re tired of me i get it, peace out. Im tired of you up in my rs. When i say im layin low i mean it. You’re gonna be making stories up about me based on pics to make money, i see how it is, im gonna give u nothing now! Welcome to the privacy era! 


IN HIDING Taylor Swift Is Really Committed to This Laying Low Thing, Huh?

The singer was photographed with her boyfriend Joe Alwyn—allegedly. Both of their faces were concealed beneath hoodies.

Ever since Taylor Swift vowed to stay out of the public eye, she’s largely kept that promise. Well, her exact words were, “As far as I know I’m only doing one show in 2017, and as far as I know, this is that show,” spoken during a pre-Super Bowl concert in February. So that’s maybe less of a vow and more of a calendar update. Regardless. In October 2015 she ventured this thought: “I think I should take some time off. I think people might need a break from me.” And then, off-the-record, she told Kanye West in the infamous call tapes, “I’m like this close to overexposure.”

Like many celebrities before her, Taylor recognized that it was possible to be too famous. But unlike many of them, she took action to fix it, and then actually kept her word.

Fourth of July came and went without her annual Rhode Island celebration, known colloquially as Taymerica. The only photos of the star released publicly since the February concert have been taken with new boyfriend Joe Alwyn, and they’re grainy, as if taken with an incredibly long lens. (Unlike, say, the remarkably sharp paparazzi photos that first introduced Taylor and Tom Hiddleston to the world.) There’s the one on a Nashville balcony and the one supposedly boarding her jet in the U.K. The only social media we’ve seen from her is in service of her friends’ music releases—one Instagram for each, Selena Gomez, the sisters Haim, and Lorde, plus a small video shout-out to Russell Westbrook, this past N.B.A. season’s M.V.P., and a word of support tweeted after the Manchester bombing.

So enamored were we with the idea that Swift has been acing the laying low directive that when a Splash News paparazzi claimed the singer was carried out of her Tribeca apartment in a big box, it didn’t feel completely beyond the realm of possibility (the photo service since retracted the claim). And now, for further proof that Taylor Swift is still committed to giving the world a breather from Taylor Swift, compare what going to the gym in 2016 looks like to what going to the gym in 2017 looks like:

Swift is known for her creative paparazzi-avoidance tactics, like walking backward so they can’t train their lens on her face. But all these hoodies and grainy photos just go to show that if the most famous people in the world don’t wish to be seen, they won’t be seen. Swift is no exception, and it’s unlikely we’ll see her until she ready for us to see her—with an album in tow.

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