one point or another they fall for each other

Humans Are Weird

Ayup, jumping on the bandwagon

So, humans are weirdly aware apex predators with crazy survival instincts (though sometimes we seem like we might not have any)

There’s been talk before about predictive behavior and pattern recognition, but what about the ley lines?

And liminal spaces?

We will swear up and down about not messing with the Fae, have so many stories about things that happen, of those you do not speak of  lest they take it as in invitation

And disassociation?

And gods beware if of what happens when a damn human dissociates while walking in a liminal space, taunting things their alien companions are hissing at in fear and worry; ‘where did you pick up this human, why did you let them off the ship for krellnak’s sake put that back!’

Humans using peripheral vision to dodge incoming attacks and casually throwing an incendiary device over their shoulder into the enemy without looking, grabbing an injured companion and walking (seemingly) calmly to a med clinic.

Humans who sit for hours or weeks alone in their quarters, refusing to give an explanation afterward

Yanking smaller alien partners up with one hand before they step in something unpleasant

Warning about incoming attacks or foreseeing something, their alien friends staring in wonder and confusion because how could they possibly know about that?
Being treated with suspicion at first because of worry about double-crossing spies, human rolling their eyes and explaining yet again about gut feelings, and instincts

Another human pulling aside the commander to explain in whispers about humans who do have abilities, who practice the Craft

Humans explaining about different religions, about those who don’t follow one faith or another, ones who shrug and point at the windows and smile, saying, “Well, we found each other, other life among the stars, who knows what we might find next? Isn’t it exciting?”

Restless humans who pace along the viewscreens, impatiently badgering technicians about how far they’ve gone, where are they going next, how does that work?

Humans who, once they’re on planets, fall to their knees and stay that way for hours, and no, they don’t require a medic, they just want to stay here for a bit.

Humans who are constantly exploring everything, being called up and questioned about their whereabouts, how did they even get there? They shrug, saying they were learning

“Learning what?” Asks the alien leader

A smile, baring teeth that remind them that humans are omnivorous predators. “Everything we can.”

Why Wonder Woman was so Important to Me

I had the opportunity to see Wonder Woman recently, and I was left awestruck.  Wonder Woman is such a timeless character, and I feel this story and the way the film was made really captured the heart of the original character.  With DC’s track record, it had a high chance of being lazy and bad.  But it wasn’t.  It was original. Refreshing. I cried a lot, and here’s why.

1. Women Are Strong 

I’m not one to loudly complain about the misrepresentation of women in media (though we often are).  We’ve had some really awesome and strong female characters over the past couple years.  But somehow, Wonder Woman took this in a completely new direction.  Watching the Amazons fight the invaders on the beach nearly brought me to tears.  It was so special for me to see women take on roles we rarely see them in.  They were the fighters, the protectors, the providers.  There are many women out in the world right now who are fighting their own battles, much like the Amazons.  They’re providing for their families or serving their countries through the military.  It was a pleasant reminder that while men and women have differences, they are equally strong and skilled.

(Also yay for a female director!)

2. Actions Speak Louder

Many times, Wonder Woman is questioned.  She’s scoffed at for being a women (which would have been very common during that time).  She’s underestimated.  But what’s so amazing here is that she never has to prove herself to the men.  It would’ve been so easy for the movie to fall into that common trope.  She never argues with a man and she focuses her attention on others instead of herself.  She wants to kill Ares and stop the war. And in the end, her actions speak louder then her words ever could.  What I took from this is to rise to action.  Stop talking and start doing.  Ignore what others say, because you know what you can do.  Hold your head high and rise above.

3. Mutual Respect Brings the Most Success

As I said before, it would have been easy for the film to fall into certain tropes.  A trope we often see nowadays is a woman proving that she (or all women) are better then men.  That’s never a point of conflict in this film.  Her love interest, Steve, fights as her equal.  He isn’t clumsy or weak to make Wonder Woman look stronger.  He believes in her and helps her to the best of his ability. When they become interested in each other romantically, they both hold their own.  They love each other but are not dependent on one another.  We see the rest of the men in their gang react the same way later on.  They all eventually come to love and respect Diana.  It’s a great reminder that feminism is about collaboration and equality, not one gender being better then the other.  We each have something to bring to the table and our differences are what makes us stronger. 

4. It’s Okay to not be Okay

There’s a really interesting character in Wonder Woman’s gang named Charlie.  He’s supposed to be the world’s top shooter, but time and time again he fails.  He seen some things that have damaged him pretty heavily.  What’s really interesting about this character is that we never see this issue resolved.  He doesn’t have his big “hero moment” where he is suddenly able to shoot and save the day.  This is so much like real life.  We’ve all been hurt, and it’s ok to be damaged.  You have nothing to prove, but your great efforts will help everything to turn out right in the end.  At one point, Charlie even says to Diana “You don’t need me, you’re better of without me.” To this she replies “No, Charlie, if you’re not here, who will sing?” This implies that Charlie is still a valued member of the group, despite his shortcomings.  His friends are able to recognize his other strengths when he cannot.  


5. There is Much Darkness in the World, But Love Will Save the Day

Not much to say here, as Diana said it all in her own monologue:

“I used to want to save the world, to end war and bring peace to mankind. But then I glimpsed the darkness that lives within their light. I learnt that inside every one of them there will always be both. The choice each must make for themselves - something no hero will ever defeat. And now I know… that only love can truly save the world. So now I stay, I fight, and I give - for the world I know can be. This is my mission now, for ever.”

Often times love is portrayed as a great weakness. But it isn’t.  To love is to truly see beauty in the world.  To love is to be brave and strong.  Love is the greatest power of all.  

Additional Notes:

We must learn to forgive.  Diana had the opportunity to kill the chemist responsible for Steve’s death.  And she chose not too, instead focusing on the larger problem at hand and in turn leaving the past in the past.

There were not gratuitous or sexualized shots of the women in the film.  The framing was based around the action.  The women were all beautiful, but the film relied on it’s story and the strength of it’s lead rather then her beauty. 

There will always be hardship. There isn’t always one bad guy to fight.  We all will have to continue to fight our demons and endure through our trials.  But it’s the light and the love, those precious moments, that we fight for.

Thanks Wonder Woman.  You inspired me, and I’m so grateful.  I don’t think I’ve seen a superhero movie with more heart.  There will be many days ahead where I think “What would Wonder Woman do?” 

*I may edit and add on to more of this at a later time, but I wanted to get my initial thoughts out!

it seems like people forget that even if they’re in love, lance and keith are Rivals. they’re Arch Enemies and they wouldn’t let a little thing like dating change that:

  • keith convinces lance to go on morning jogs with him, but they always turn into sprints real quick bc one boy starts edging in front of the other and so on
  • “I bet I can kiss you longer without stopping for air.” 
    • “um? no way dude you’re on.”
    • shiro finds keith and lance making out but they’re both turning blue and keith is punching the wall for some reason? keith breaks away and gasps in a huge gulp of air and screams “DAMMIT” at the same time lance just like. dabs or something
  • they get into an honest-to-god hand holding contest. whoever lets go first loses. 
    • “guys, we have to start afternoon training.”
    • “I don’t think you realize the gravity of the situation, shiro. I can’t let keith win. jesus, are you insane?”
    • “keith, then–”
    • “nope. already lost the kissing. I am not about to go o-for-two here.”
  • everything, absolutely everything turns into a competition, and the more in love they fall the worse it gets. 
  • like, before it was just bc they “hated” each other. but now? goddamn if lance is gonna be shown up by his boyfriend. and keith needs to keep lance’s head from getting too big or he’s unbearable.
  • who uses the most pet names in a day? one point lance. who reaches out for little touches always? another point lance. makes the other smile the most? keith’s on the board. the best at complimenting?
    • “your mullet is actually ridiculously attractive and your hair in general is so soft and I would actually commit murder to know your secret.”
    • “yeah? well, your skin is like, spotless, ok? do you even have pores?”
    • “it’s called moisturizing, babe. and when I’m stressed I get backne! I’ve seen you shirtless a bazillion times and your body is perfect!”
    • “no way. don’t even say that. my core needs some serious work. you have abs, lance. I could wash my jacket on those things.”
    • I have a good body? have you looked in a mirror? someone carved a v in your hips with a freaking chisel!”
  • this becomes a regular game over dinner, and team voltron barely even hears them bicker anymore.
  • just. keith and lance being an Old Married Couple. they were made for each other. 
Feysand Growing up HC

-What if Rhys and Feyre were raised in Velaris together?

-Being economically successful, Feyre’s father is close friends with the High Lord. Both  their respective wife and mate have children around the same time. 

-The Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son are practically raised in unison.

-They nap together. They take their first steps together. They’re potty-trained together. They share toys as toddlers. They finger paint together. They take naps together. They take lessons from Rhys’s mother. Basically, they live together. 

-When they’re 3 months old, they’re sharing a crib and boom the bond clicks. Though, not so boom because they’re babies and they don’t feel it.

- Their parents don’t know because the only thing they notice is that their kids are now sleeping right next to each other. 

-They become an iconic childhood duo.

-The one thing everyone wonders, though, as the two run down the Rainbow, is “When is their mate bond gonna snap?”

-Feyre and Rhys can’t tell, they just believe that this is what a best friend is supposed to be like, since Rhys’s parents are their only mate example.

-When Rhys starts to learn how to fly, Feyre is pissed. Her dialogue for two weeks is a relentless stream of “This is not fair.” “Why do you get to fly?” “You’re not even grateful, you prick.” “I want to fly.” “Why can’t you take me with you?”

-Rhys, being a child, sticks his tongue out at her.

-Momma Rhys watches from the kitchen. Once Feyre storms out, she calls to Rhys, “You are not my boy if you don’t go out of your way to take a female in your life flying.”

-Momma trains her son real quick in the art of carrying someone else while flying. 

-The dispute is solved.

-After years of the best childhood ever, Rhys’s mom declares that she’s raising her son as an Illyrian. 

-Feyre and Rhys say their goodbyes, and when he’s finally gone it hurts

-They both write it off as distance from their best friend. 

-For a few years, they remain pen pals. 

-”Remember that savage, Cassian? We are starting to get along.” 

-”My sister Nesta is becoming almost intolerable now. I miss your mom.”

-”My mother says hello. She misses you too. We have a new addition in our home. His name’s Azriel. He’s very quiet.”

-”I wish you could come and take me flying.”

 -Slowly, they piddle out until one of these letters becomes the last.

-Feyre’s family loses their status, not to the starving devastation of ACOTAR, but enough so that they fall out with the High Lord. 

-Rhys finds comfort in Cassian, Azriel, Mor, and Amren. Feyre becomes a recluse, until the tale of the Merchant’s daughter and the High Lord’s son becomes an obsolete story.

-Feyre and Rhys try romantic relationships with others, but they always fall short. 

-Years later, after the blood rite, Rhys returns from the camps.

-A large party is thrown in his honor, and neither looks for one another.  But, like a compass that always points North, somehow the two find each other. 

-It’s as if they were spinning in circles for years, stumbling, trying to recover, until they smile at each other. 

-The looks hits hard, only comparable to the instant when the world seems rightside-up again after all that turning. 

-It’s a night like no other. Years have passed, but they recognize each other. Conversion is easy. They don’t sleep, talking all night. 

-When he leaves again and the pain that faded all those years ago becomes incredibly strong once more, they know. 

-Rhys doesn’t even question his duties before he hauls ass back to Velaris letting the tug in his chest drag him through the city. 

-She sits alone at a café, slowly nursing a tea to ignore the ache growing in her chest. 

-No thoughts pass through his mind as he dives down and collides at full force with the street outside the little fence that surrounds the café patio. 

-A large cloud of dust forms. People scream and hide. Chaos ensues for fear of attack.

-Feyre stands calmly, throws a leg over the fence, and walks into the cloud. 

-Rhys looks around like a wildcat for her.

-She sees him. She loses her breath. A cataclysmic force runs through both of them as the bond snaps fully at their eye contact. 

-”There you are. I’ve been looking for you.”

-They’re in each other’s arms. They’re flying. They’re laughing. They’re kissing because oh gods it makes sense. All the years, the friendship, the pain. It makes sense. 

-”I can’t believe it,” Rhys says, breathless in-between kisses, “it was you. All this time it was you.”

-More kissing, sloppy kisses as they grin like fools. 

-”I’m glad it’s you,” Feyre whispers.

-He leans his forehead on hers. “Me, too. Darling. Me, too.”

Dating Zach Dempsey Would Include...

Originally posted by joeck

Requested to do the ‘dating Zach Dempsey would include’ but with a booknerd fem!reader :)

 

- Getting to see how smart Zach is, everyone thought Zach was under average when it came to smarts but when you start to date him you find out just how smart he is, not in the stereotypical Asian guy can do any math way, he was terrible at math but he was an A+ bio student and knew more about marine life than anyone you’ve ever met.

- Hand holding lots of hand holding, Zach is big on holding hands whether it’s while you’re walking to class or under the table during lunch or even at the library while he stands patiently next to you as you take your time looking at all the books, you don’t mind all the hand holding since your hands are always cold and Zach’s much larger ones are always so warm and soft.

- Going on dates to the aquarium, your favourite place to go to on weekend dates is the aquarium, you like watching all the fish swim around therapeutically and you love watching Zach’s eyes light up as he sees the aquatic animals he’s usually reading and studying about in textbooks.

- Cuddling on cold rainy days, Zach is a massive teddy bear when it comes to cuddles, he loves to be cuddled and also loves to be the cuddler and when it’s a cold rainy day that’s the perfect time to sit on the couch and watch movies while cuddling each other.

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Tips for Writing Romance from A Passionate Defender of the Genre

Here’s the thing: romance is not inherently interesting.

It’s not automatically compelling.

Romance is one of the hardest things to write, but if you’re clever and careful and pay attention, romance can also be one of the most powerful tools a writer can wield. Not only because love is a powerful and complex emotion worthy of exploration—although it is that—but because romance can function as plot, conflict, character motivation, development, world-building, etc. It can do so much heavy lifting for you, and in a way that is engaging, evocative, and tone-setting.

But you can’t simply cry “Love!” and wait for the applause. You gotta earn it. 

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Imagines

Imagines:

The One With The Internship

You’re an intern on the late late show and Harry is beyond rude.  

The One Where You’re Sick

You’re sick and Harry comes home to take care of you.

The One Before The Wedding

You get nervous the night before the wedding.

The One Where He Cheats Part Two

Harry cheats on you and you’re not sure what to do.

The One Where You Get Jealous

Harry writes about another girl and you can’t stop thinking about it.

The One Where He Saves You

In which he is a life guard and you fall off your float.

The One Where You Drive Me Crazy

Y/N and Harry are in a lip sync battle and she gets him a little flustered.

The One Where Your Families Meet

Y/N speaks another language and plays translator between the two families.

The One Where You’re Just Friends

Y/N is shy, too shy, to the point Harry thinks she hates him.

The One Where It’s Empty

Y/N is left alone while Harry goes away and the house feels empty.

The One Where You’re Class Buddies

Y/N and Harry are both shy, staring at each other, cheeks pink. So What happens when they work together on a project?

The One Where They Meet Again Part Two

After a bad break up Y/N and Harry meet again at Niall’s party.

The One Where She’s His Little Secret

Y/N is a private person, and she made that clear to Harry, they were fine until pictures were posted of the two cuddling.

The One With The Interview

Harry can’t stop talking about Y/N and the cute faces she makes.

The One Where She Comes From Old Money

Y/N has always been spoiled, which leads to a fight between the two.

The One With The Surprise

Y/N buy’s Harry one of his dream gifts.

The One With The Smoothie

Harry meet Y/N at a smoothie bar.

The One Where You Fake It

Y/N fakes her orgasms.

The One Where He’s Sick

Harry is sick and grumpy.

The One Where She’s Stressed

Exam grades are coming out and Y/N has never been more stressed in her life.

The One Where She’s Welcomed To The Family

Anne supports Y/N.

The One Where She Get’s Into Her Dream School

Y/N has been a nervous wreck all week wondering if she got in or not.

The One At The Juicery

Y/N sparks Harry interest in juice.

The One With Miss America

Y/N can’t be home for July 4th, so Harry takes matters into his own hands.

The One With The Curls

Harry is in love with Y/N’s hair.

The One Where She’s Pregnant (AU)

Harry is a poor bartender who knocked up Y/N.

The One Where Harry meets Y/N While Volunteering 

Harry and Y/N lose contact after Africa

The One With the Shit Driver

Y/N can’t drive to save her life.

The One Where He Forgot Y/N’s Birthday

Harry forgets her birthday but Y/N literally doesn’t care.

The One With The Plane Ride

Harry and Y/N encounter a rude fan.

The One With Cold Remarks 

Harry has always been cold towards Y/N and she finally breaks.

The One With Cookies

Harry really likes his best friend Y/N who always seems to be in a relationship. 

The One With Summer Camp

Harry works at a summer camp where he really hates people and kids but Y/N is an exception.

The One With The Boxer  Part Two

Boxer Harry Styles hires, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.

Chains and Blindfolds

heyheyhey you can thank @potato-fan-girl  for telling me to write this :)


Keith tugs at his arms, but all that achieves is making his shoulders ache even more.  The Galra sentry yanks at his arms, and Keith grunts.  He can hear Lance yelling, but does he listen?  No.  Why?  Because it’s Keith.  

Lance grunts as he’s thrown against the wall of the cell and Keith can only watch as the Galra pulls Lance forward by his hair and wrap a gross, greenish cloth around his eyes.  Lance tries to turn his head and wiggle out of their hold, but he just manages to get slapped and kicked in the ribs.  Keith tries to run forward, but, again, all that does is make his shoulders hurt even more.  

They throw Keith into the ground as they chain Lance’s hands into the chains hanging from the ceiling.  There’s enough chain for him to sink to the ground with his arms above him, and he does just that.  From his slumped posture, Keith can tell that Lance is lost and very afraid–uncomfortable, even.  His breathing is quick and his head is moving like he’s trying to see.  His hands are limp before him, chained together and useless.  

Keith struggles as they chain him to the chair in the corner of the room.  He can’t figure out why they have him so heavily chained rather than having Lance.  Of course, Keith has been fighting them since they knocked Lance off that ledge he was shooting from and tackled Keith while he was distracted with making sure Lance was okay.  

The Galra leave for who knows how long.  Lance’s hard, panicked breathing is all the fills the silence.  

“Lance,” Keith rasps.  “Lance come over here.”  Lance shakes his head, mumbling.

“I don’t–where?”  Lance replies.  He fumbles around for a second before he’s facing Keith.

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Heat (M)

Character / Genre: Jungkook x reader | Smut, Fluff

Summary: He needed to clear his mind. And you were his only cure.

Prompt: “I’m not done with you yet.”


Originally posted by jjks

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A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other. Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late or maybe forever.
—  500 days of summer
That's my name

(A/N):I LOVE SOULMATE AU’S

Request:  Could I request a Bucky x reader? In a soulmate au where everyone has their soulmates name on them like a tattoo in matching places. And the reader is an engineer, who has been living under a fake name and hiding the mark on their left wrist, that Hydra wants to capture and while trying to protect the reader Bucky finds out its them, but he’s been thinking that his soulmate is long gone and is pretty shocked and happy about it. Please?

Warnings: swearing


Originally posted by captaincentenarian

   Bucky had made a slow recovery, it had taken years of therapy, years of medicines, years of pain and hell but he had finally done it, he was finally the old Bucky again. He still struggled with the PTSD, the nightmares, but that was expected, other than that his mind was free of Hydra, of brainwashing, of words and codes that made him bendable to hydras will, he was finally free. He was free to live his life, to do what he wanted , eat what he wanted, sleep when he wanted, love who he wanted- no, that part wasn’t true, he couldn’t love anyone he wanted.

    Once upon a time he’d be destined for someone, just as everyone was in his world, soulmates actually. Back before he had lost his arm he had the name (Y/N) (Y/L/N) printed on his wrist in small, black lettering, but after the fall he had lost his arm. Then hydra immediately began with the brainwashing, making it nearly impossible for him to remember the words that had once been printed onto his wrist. 

   He clung onto the name for dear life and yet he never could, he couldn’t even remember his own name much less someone he hadn’t even met. Needless to say after years and years of brainwashing he had completely forgotten that he had a soulmate, the idea was almost foreign to him but after coming out of Wakanda a new man he remembered that everyone in this world had someone and he didn’t. He remembered the name printed on his wrist all those years ago but that was exactly the problem, it was years ago, he doubted his soulmate had survived 70 years, it was pointless to even try but fortunately the universe had a funny way of working things out, soulmates included. 

   The avengers had been sent on a rescue mission, a rather valuable engineer, one that shield wanted to rescue (for reasons unknown), but Hydra had their best agents scoping the poor thing out. No one knew the ins and outs of hydra better than Bucky so of course he was assigned to the mission, of watching (Y/N) until shield could intervene and help Bucky bring them in. So that’s how he ended up where he was now, scoping (Y/N) out as they ordered some coffee from a small cafe. 

   "If you wanted to be less obvious maybe not constantly talking to a com in your ear would help,“ A sudden voice whispers to him, nearly making Bucky jump out of his skin. He whipped around, glaring at whoever had interrupted his mission but he froze when he realized it was his mission and they were staring right at him. "You new to this whole agent stuff?” The agent asks as they sit down, casually sipping their drink. Bucky looked at them dumbfoundedly, as though he couldn’t believe they were addressing him like this. “Since you’re not aiming a gun at my head or making any attempt on my life I’m assuming you’re one of the good guys?” Bucky coughs a bit, clearing his throat immediately afterwards. Well they sure as hell were…forward. 

   "You know people can hear you right? You still have agents on your ass even if I’m here,“ They smile gently, sipping at their drink gently. 

   "I’m not worried, I’m sure you’d scare them off. So I assume you’re here to protect me, right? Keep an eye on me, intervene if anything happens?" 

   "Well that was the plan until you sat down and completely foiled every plan I had,” They smile gently, this time a bit more genuine than the last time. It was…it was really cute.

    “I’m Alex,” They offer their hand to Bucky, extending their left hand out to the agent. 

   Bucky goes to shake their hand, gripping it gently but he stopped when his eyes caught their wrist. They had tried to cover something on their skin with makeup but due to their sleeves and the rather terrible weather it was beginning to melt away, revealing a few small, black letters. 

   He knew it was stupid to hope, after all, millions of people could have the same tattoo in the same place but then his eyes caught onto the last name Barnes. His last name. Bucky gulped as his eyes scanned the entire tattoo, the entire tattoo of his own name. James Buchanan Barnes, printed in the same black lettering that he once used to have. 

   "That’s my name…“ Bucky whispers, his eyes still transfixed on their wrist. 

   "What? Alex?" 

   "No,” Bucky shakes his head, gulping as he does. “James Buchanan Barnes,” Bucky gestures to (Y/N)’s wrist, alerting them that they were exposing a rather personal detail about them self to Bucky. (Y/N) looks down at their hand, immediately ripping it out of Bucky’s grasp as they pull their sleeve down. 

   "You’re name isn’t really Alex…“ Bucky whispers, his brow furrowe an nose crinkled in thought. "You’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” Alex- or (Y/N)- looks around them in fear, shushing Bucky not so quietly. “You’re my soulmate,” Bucky was in sheer shock, he thought (Y/N) had died, he didn’t even think he had a soulmate anymore and now they were sitting right before him. After 84 years of waiting Bucky had finally found his soulmate. 

   "Yeah, well prove it,“ (Y/N)’s tone is slightly venomous, almost defensive as they glare at Bucky, their arms folded over their chest. Bucky looks to his metal arm, the left one, the one that once had a soulmate mark. His fingers reached for his sleeve as he pulled his gloves off, exposing the metal hand. Then he slowly rolled his shirt sleeve up, exposing the shining metal plates. 

   "You may want to check a ravine in Europe, that’s the last time I saw my arm,” Bucky whispers as he traces his wrist, right where the soulmate mark should have been. He felt almost naked without it now, all strange and exposed. 

   "No one knows my real name,“ (Y/N) bites their lip as they reach out, brushing their fingers along Bucky’s wrist. "I’ve been living under a fake name for years, there’s no possible way you could have known that-" 

   "Unless we were soulmates?” (Y/N) nods, gulping as they do. Bucky looks up at (Y/N) biting his lip as they traced all along his wrist, as though trying to see if they could feel a remnant of the tattoo that once used to be there. 

   "Well,“ Bucky smiles gently as he shifts his hand a bit, just enough to clasp (Y/N)’s hand in his gently. "You made quite the introduction, soulmate,” (Y/N) smiles a bit as they look at their intertwined hands, staring at the stark contrast between metal and flesh.

    “Didn’t you say we were being watched,” (Y/N) looks up at Bucky, their smile growing a bit by the minute. “If we don’t want to end up shot within seconds I think we should continue this conversation somewhere safer,” Bucky smiles as he rises to his feet, taking (Y/N) with him. Even now they don’t let go of each other, their hands remained locked together. 

   "We’ve got a safe house a few miles from here,“ Bucky can’t help but feel a bit giddy. A safe house for him and his soulmate- the one he was destined to be with. "Then shield will come pick us up Tommorrow," 

   "Shield, guess I was right about you being a good guy,” Bucny chuckles softly as he begins to walk through the cafe, taking (Y/N) with him.

    “You sure were,” one day he’d tell them about his past, about how at one point he hadn’t been the gold guy, how he’d been a part of the same organization that was hunting them but that was for another day, today was about getting to the safe house and holding each other as though their lives depended on it. 

   Bucky may not have been able to fall in love with whoever he wanted but now as he held (Y/N)’s hand, guiding them through the streets, keeping them safe, he realized he wouldn’t have wanted anyone else to love.

highladyfxyre  asked:

Girllll pls can you do some pure feysand fluffy headcanons (about anything read bc I need me some feysand rn and you write them amazing) thank you!!! 💕💕💕 (ALSO I WAS WALKING HOME AND SAW A GUY IN A CORSA TALKING TO THIS GIRL ALL I COULD THINK WAS ERIS 😂)

LMAO ERIS IS EVERYWHERE

and dw babe i got u

Mission to self: write fluff without any innuendos or reference to sex

MODERN AU FEYSAND HC’S - some of these are influenced by DLB 

-midnight phone calls. These two can just talk for hours. Sometimes there calls can just consist of silence while theyre doing stuff like homework. 

- they have phone sex at three am when they can’t sleep and they need release

*Feyre call’s Rhys* “I really need to get off right now.”

“Thank fuck, so do I.”

- When Feyre is sad and on her period, he is there (like come on he probably has Feyre’s period on his calendar just so he can send her shit like chocolate.) he turns up at her house with hot water bottles and her favourite foods. Then cuddles, lots of cuddles, and forehead kisses while they squeeze together on her bed. They have period sex. They definitely do not have period sex

- Handshakes!? like Feysand can be 18 or 45 they have a secret handshake for everytime one of them makes a funny joke or pun or slays the shit out of everyone. They are one anothers No. 1 supporters. 

- They try and find each other the most novelty gifts ever, like their is full of inflatable unicorn hats and toilet golf

- Trying to make each other laugh during sex  they have a point system and everything

- Touching, they have to be touching somehow. Whether that Rhys’ arm thrown around her neck, or his hand down her back pocket. They play with one anothers hands quite a bit, like it’s become this natural thing where Rhys will just be touching her fingers while she tells him about her day

-when they get ready for bed their routine is weird, dancing stupidly while they brush their teeth, racing each other to get into bed first, Rhys brushing her hair while she takes her makeup off. 

-falling asleep on top of one another. 

- Rhys has a picture of Feyre asleep as his phone background

“Rhys I’m fucking drooling in that picture.”

“Which is why it is my favourite.”

- Selfies, what is it with these two and selfies. They always try and top each other for the funniest captions

- Rhys always has a daily SC of Feyre where he just videos her for like 20 seconds while constantly zooming in on her face until she sends him a glare.

- Feyre has a weekly sc of Rhys standing outside her front door with the caption like ‘ffs he is back again who even r u’ or ‘has anyone lost their child???‘ 

- scaring one another, they have a tally for that too

Rescue

*shows late to femslash february with starbucks* oops. Oh well, @breeeliss gave us a challenge and here is my try. I hope I did it justice, especially given it is 4 am and I’m about to fall asleep on my keyboard. It is kind of short tho >_<


Look, Alya loved Ladybug, okay? Ladybug was the best superhero in the world and she would physically fight anybody who says otherwise. But even Alya, the crowned queen of ladybug fangirling and appreciation, questioned the superheroine’s rescuing methods sometimes. Because it was the second time when Ladybug locked her in a closed space for her safety. The zoo cage at least didn’t require her to share all her personal space and oxygen with someone. A broom closet? Yeah, not so much. And while Alya could have dealt with it reasonably in any other situation…

(Hey, Ladybug cared enough about her to force her to safety!)

… but being stuck in a broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all people was too much.

“Ugh, I have no space! What is this place?” Chloé exclaimed in a tone full of indignation.

“A broom closet.” deadpanned Alya.

“It is horrible! It is dusty and small and I have to share it with you out of all people! I’ll have a word with my papa about this when we will be out.”

Alya rolled her eyes as silence fell over them. It wasn’t only squeezing, annoying and hard to breathe, but it was also awkward. Oh, boy. They stayed like that for long enough that Alya was surprised Chloé was so silent. Not that she wasn’t appreciating it. They were already sharing way too little space (along with some brooms), the last thing Alya needed was Chloé’s complaints and screaming.

“Well, why aren’t you saying anything?” Chloé inquired.

Alya rolled her eyes. “Why do you care?”

“Because I hate awkwardness, of course. Not that you would know anything about proper social interaction.”

“Listen here you little… ”

They bickered like that for what Alya guessed must have been around ten minutes. She wasn’t too sure, but time always flew by whenever she and Chloé argued. Damn her, she always knew how to ruffle Alya well enough and raise her temper to the boiling point. Honestly, the argument could have continued for a long time, if a shout that clearly belonged to an akuma didn’t interrupt. Alya wanted to scream. Seriously? Her eyes adjusted enough to the dark to see Chloé was about to scream. Instinctively, Alya covered her mouth with her hand. The last thing Alya was in the mood for was to become a minion. She hated when that happened. As if to spite her, Chloé covered Alya’s mouth. They kept glaring at each other in the dark until the noise caused by the akuma disappeared. Pulling their hands away from each other’s mouths (as much as the space allowed.

“I can’t believe your lips are so chapped!” Chloé exclaimed.

“Why do you ca… hey, what are you doing?” Alya narrowed her eyes, as Chloé pulled a chapstick out of her… bra? The light from her phone would have been really useful if she could actually reach for her back pocket. “Did you just pull a chapstick out of your bra?”

“What, you don’t use your bra to store things?”

“No? I actually have boobs to fill mine properly.”

Chloé stopped dead in her tracks and Alya could have sworn she saw a hint of a smile. “Touché. Now pucker up those lips.”

Alya sighed. This was by far the weirdest day of her life, she decided as Chloé was applying chapstick to her lips. When she was done, Chloé nodded.

“Nice enough. Moisturize properly. I’d even say ready for kissing, but no one would actually want to kiss you.”

Alya growled. “I’ll let you know I had kissed lots of people.”

“Oh, please, everybody knows quality over quantity. And let’s be real Césaire. Everybody knows I’m the better kisser.”

Alya snorted. “As if! Who did you kiss beside the Ladybug posters? No way in hell you are a better kisser than me.”

“I am!”

“Prove it!”

From the many scenarios Alya pictured for the day, having an intense make out session in a small broom closet with Chloé Bourgeois out of all damn people, was certainly not one of them. Yet, here she was. The kissing was pretty much just like any argument between the two of them went. Heated, intense, each one trying to prove a point to the other. And even though she will never ever admit it out loud Chloé was a pretty damn good kisser. Seeing neither of them was yielding, they could have kept it up for quite a long time. Until the door of the closet opened, making both of them fall in a tangled mess on the floor, on top of one another. Looking up, they noticed a pair of blue eyes surrounded by a red mask, looking at them curiously, obviously awaiting an explanation. Chloé and Alya exchanged a look. What can one do when Ladybug catches you making out with someone you supposedly can’t stand. Especially if both persons in question would rather prefer kissing the superheroine. Well, for once, they were both on the same page.

“It’s not what it looks like!”