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Marichat May Day 11 - Age-up Marinette

Chat Noir is hit with a beam that causes its victim to see a glimpse into their future.

Rated G || 2,069 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

A Glimpse

People all over Paris were standing still, staring into space. They were frozen to one place but none of the victims even realized. Some people were screaming, some were laughing, and some were crying. These people, who had been hit by Future Bringer, were seeing a snippet of their future. Ladybug and Chat Noir had gathered two pieces of information, thus far. Those who were struck with Future Bringer’s beam couldn’t interact with what the scene held within the vision and there was a huge possibility these were actual futures the victims were seeing. Had only sad emotions been expressed by victims then the super duo would know these futures were false. Those with joy on their faces are what convinced Ladybug and Chat Noir the visions were real, for if the villain was making up the future events everyone would have an unfortunate future.

Ladybug was in the midst of calling upon her lucky charm when Future Bringer shot a time beam toward her that she wouldn’t be able to avoid in time. Instinctively, Chat Noir jumped in front of his partner, getting hit with the beam instead. He had no way of knowing what went on next as black mist swirled across his vision and he was suddenly in a kitchen.

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Right in Front of Your Eyes - Part 3

Originally posted by marvelheroes

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, all the feelings
Summary: After your parents were murdered mysteriously, you move in with your godfather Tony Stark, along the way your normal life will be turned upside down, due to a Mr Parker and being hit by a bus. It will all make sense eventually.
A/N: Basically, you are Jessica Drew but with your name and a slight twist. BTW you’re British, you’re welcome 😉
Word Count: 1300+

Intro | Part 1 | Part 2

It feels weird walking down a high school’s corridor in confidence, I don’t mind getting stares of awe and appreciation. I mean, before no one would seem to notice me, but now, new clothes and new figure. There were whispers, I mean I got hit by a bus for goodness sake, but they weren’t the only whispers I got. I saw, standing by Peter’s locker, Liz Allen and her little clan. She looked me up and down, and gave me a smile, a fake smile, but I’ll take it as a compliment. I saw MJ putting books into her locker and walked over to her. She took one look at me and said:

“Damn girl! If getting hit by a bus does that to you, I’ll volunteer to stand in the road!” I giggled.

“Seriously, what happened?!” I shrugged my shoulders. “Change of diet I guess.”

“’Change of diet my ass. Where are your glasses?” j

“Contacts.” She nodded, grabbing her physics book and an apple out of her locker. “Well, you better tell me your secrets, otherwise our friendship is over.” Laughing, we made our way to my locker, after putting in my lunch, grabbing my physics book also, we started walking down the corridor arm in arm. As though nothing can destroy our friendship. And I won’t let that happen, ever.  


“Open at page 394.” I hate monotone voices. I swear teachers have a special power which involves putting people to sleep just by talking. There are around 4 people asleep, 2 slowly drifting off and 7 people staring into space. I mean I’d classify myself as one of those 7, but I’m not staring into space, I’m staring at someone.

“I swear I can just see the love hearts popping out of your eyes, cut it out Y/N/N, or you’ll get caught.” MJ whispered towards me. I snapped out of it and returned my attention back to the board, my eyes every so often drifting back to the boy in question. I swear I’m ill or something. Whenever I’m alone I think of him. Always him. It’s as though his eyes put me under a spell, and I don’t know how to break it. He’s with Liz. Everyone knows it. He LOVES her, he told me himself, you can see it in his eyes. She’s perfect. I’m not. I just need to move on, we’re just friends. He’s the only one who knows my secret, and he knows mine. I can trust him with my life. I haven’t been able to say that before I moved to America. I was never safe in England. Even my parents knew that.

“Hey, you okay?” MJ whispered. “You’re crying.”

I didn’t even realise until I brought my hand to my face feeling dampness across my cheeks. “Probably just the contacts…” I put my hand up and the teacher dismissed me, seeing my distress. I felt a pair of eyes following me as I walked out. My chest was hurting, my breathing became iritic, tears pouring down my face.

“Y/N/N are you okay?” Peter. “Hey, hey, hey breathe.” I slid down the wall, bringing my legs to my chest, putting my head between them. I felt Peter kneel next to me, I felt him hesitate before I felt his arms wrap around me bringing me close to his body.

“Listen to my voice Y/N/N, focus on it. What’s wrong?” He put my legs across his, placing his head on top of mine, I snuggled into him, listened to his heartbeat, which is a lot louder and quicker than what I’m used to.

“You can’t ruin your fleeky makeup, can you? I mean you look great today.” My heart fluttered, and my breathing became slower as I giggled.

“That’s it, breathe with me.” I did as he said. “Now can you tell me what happened?”

“I was just thinking about my parents’ funeral and the accident. I-I saw their b-bodies.”

“Why didn’t you tell me Y/N/N?” I shrugged.

“I don’t want anyone to know, n-not even Tony knows. I-I was the one who called the police. I-I want to seem strong Pete. I don’t l-like feeling l-like this.”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell him. This will be between just us okay?” I nodded. He kissed my forehead and held me closer to him. Our peace was disturbed by a cough, it was MJ.

“I can take over Parker. It’s okay. I heard everything.” I felt him nod and MJ helped me up. “I’ll see you later Y/N/N okay?” I nodded and gave him a hug whispering a thank you.

“Anytime.” And with that, he walked off.

“You’re whipped.”

“Shut up.”

“True though.”

“No comment.”



I decided to tell MJ tonight, my secret. I can trust her with that. So, she came over the tower. Her reaction when she saw where I lived her reaction was like a baby trying chocolate for the first time. Mixed. First, she hit me, telling me ‘Why the fuck didn’t you tell me you were rich?’. Secondly, she ran inside, screaming ‘OMFG’ repeatedly. All the way to my bedroom she was asking me questions about all the Avengers when Natasha got onto the lift, MJ fangirled to the extreme and started pestering her instead of me.

“What’s it like living with Captain America? What do you eat to look like that? Does Captain America have a girlfriend? Does he like granola or bran? -”

“Shut up MJ.”



“I love where you live,” MJ said dreamily, lying on my bed, flicking through A Christmas Carol mindlessly. “You wouldn’t, Steve snores really loudly…” She laughed and threw a pillow at me. We heard a knock at the door, I got up from my bed, face masked, pyjamaed in my full glory. Opening the door was Peter. Peter fucking Parker. I screamed and slammed the door closed.

“What the fuck?”

“Operation 102. PETER WAS OUTSIDE.”

“Okay don’t panic. I’ll answer it. You hide in your wardrobe. Seriously, it’s huge!” I nodded and ran to my walk-in wardrobe. I heard MJ open the door.

“Parker! I’ll get straight to the point. Why are you here?”

“I came to see Y/N, you know after today.”

“Oh, yeah she’s fine, but I was wondering why you were actually here? Like how did you know where she lives?”

“I-I’ve been here before, because of the grant.” MJ didn’t look convinced.

“But anyway, I’m glad she’s okay, make sure that she doesn’t inhale too many fumes.” And with that, he was gone. I need to tell her; the contacts excuse won’t surpass forever. I stepped out of the wardrobe and was greeted by MJ who has her arms crossed with a sharp look.

“Okay, Peter’s a terrible liar, spill.” I groaned and went over to my bed. Back-flopping onto my bed.

“Okay, but you can’t say anything, you can’t tell anyone. Only Peter knows.” She nodded and beckoned me to carry on.

“I have super powers.” She stared at me. Just stared. “Okay, say something…”

“Prove it.” So I did. I crawled onto the ceiling, like the spider I am. “Oh. My. God.” She started hyperventilating and asking me questions so quickly.

“You can’t say anything!”

“I know. I know. I won’t, but that still doesn’t explain why Peter was here.”

“He wasn’t lying, he’s been working with Tony on my suit.” She nodded, understanding the situation.

“So, you’re not wearing glasses?” I shook my head. “And you could’ve died in the accident?”

“I did. That’s what Tony said, when I woke up I was paralysed from the waist down.” MJ gasped.

“I promise I won’t say anything. I’ll always be here for you girly. Now back to our night.”

I wish I knew what danger we were in, then I wouldn’t have told her.


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Bad Ideas (Chapter 1)(Spideypool)

Welcome to the Story!
Peter meets Wade, Wade says inappropriate things, Peter likes him anyway. Of course that is how it happens!
Peter in this fic is more along the lines of Andrew Garfield, partly because Homecoming isn’t out yet so I can’t write about Tom, and of course, the age thing (yikes!) Peter is definitely older in this fic!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy, drop me a like or reblog or comment if you’d like to be tagged in updates, I post once a day!

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Wade looked up from his beer when a beat up old van rolled to a stop in front of the garage. He didn’t bother getting up from his chair, not willing to stand for some lost ass hippie looking for directions.
His eyebrow did raise though, when a lanky brunette stepped out of the passenger side and waved the driver on.

After the dust cleared, the man-nah, that’s a kid- trekked up the driveway, holding a faded red backpack.


“What’s up, man?” Wade tipped his beer towards him, noticing that the kid managed to maintain eye contact, even after getting close enough to see the absolute scarred up mess that was his face. “You need a tow from somewhere?”

“Uh, what? A tow? No man, I don’t have a car.” a nervous smile and Wade kind of hated how much he liked it.

“Well, this is a mechanics garage. Why else would you be here unless you had car trouble? Unless–” Wade looked him over and smirked. “I didn’t expect my rent-boy to here until Friday night, but I’m not going to argue.”

“What?” the brunette laughed, and Wade couldn’t help the interest curling through him at the sound. “No, uh, someone in town said you were looking for an employee? Gave me a ride out here. Wanted to see if you were still looking, or if this was a total waste of my day.”

“Employee.” Managing to look completely disappointed, Wade drained the rest of his beer. “Not a rent boy. That’s a damn shame. Ever thought about pursuing that line of work? I feel like you’d make a killing.”

“Well, uh, if you don’t give me a job I might have to, so maybe give me your number just in case? You know, future reference?” With a frankly adorable tilt to his head, a quick bite into about the fullest bottom lip Wade had ever seen, the boy glanced away and glanced back shyly and Wade was fucked.

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people spending their four pm’s outside of their houses, staring into space, existing just like that, as if waiting for something to happen but nothing ever does, really. this is what i miss every time i leave home–slowness. that one heck of a beautiful speck of quiet, as if quiet was ever measurable. also, chickens.

I know the Memory World RPG was ‘seen’ mostly in-universe–that is, in the world of the game–but can you imagine how amusing it’d be to watch Yami Yugi and Yami Bakura narrate what they were doing like in the Monster World campaign?

Yami Bakura: The crowd is cheering your name, Pharaoh. You’d best say something, don’t you think?

Yami Yugi: I attempt to greet the citizens. I roll for diplomacy! *rolls a 2*

Yami Bakura: …Heh. You awkwardly wave to the people, staring into space like you’ve never seen a crowd before in your life.

Yami Yugi in-game: Uh…. Hi.

Yami Bakura: Luckily, the crowd is too far away to note your utter incompetence.

sometimes i stare at people for longer amounts of time than i should and when they notice i play it cool by making myself look like I’ve zoned out and they just happened to be in the general direction i zoned out towards and then i shake myself out of it and give THEM a look like why are you looking at me and i’m kind of proud of this because i can unabashedly check people out when i want to

Kit Walker // Worth it.

I walked through the common room staring at the insane people. Some rocking back and forth, some staring into space and some talking gibberish to themselves. All apart from Kit. Kit was thrown into the asylum after being framed for the bloody face murders and I, an aspiring journalist, was put in here for trying to expose some of Briarcliff Manor’s deepest secrets.

Kit had told me his story, and I genuinely believed he was not bloody face. He was a sweetheart, not at all capable of those hideous murders. Over the course of a month, Kit and I had become close, and I knew I had probably caught feelings for him.We were best friends, so when a random guy squeezed my ass in the common room, he was anything but happy.

I felt a sharp pain on my behind and I let out a small squeak. I figured it was probably Kit so I turned around and laughed. My face dropped. “Errm” I said, my throat getting dry. It wasn’t Kit. This guy was huge and I really didn’t wanna confront him.

“Hey sugar.” He said smirking, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I backed up. “Don’t be shy.” He said, stepping closer.

“Leave me alone.” I managed. 

“What?” He said, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Leave her alone.” I turned around to see Kit, anger evident with the look he was wearing. “She said leave her alone.”

I stepped behind Kit, relieved he had been there. “Or what?” He said, squaring up to Kit. “ I could fuck her brains out and you wouldn’t be able to do nothin’”

Kit swung at the guy, easily breaking his nose. The guy punched Kit in the stomach. Kit swung again. Even with the guy’s height and obvious strength, Kit had the upper hand. The man was lying on the ground, half conscious with Kit still beating the living daylights out of him.  

Sister Jude’s whistle blew and he stopped. It took everything in him to not kill that wretched man. Sister Jude stared at Kit in disgust. 

“He started it.” Kit said, wiping blood from his top lip, and with that, Sister Jude dragged him away.

*Later that night*

Kid trudged into the common room after the earlier events, clearly in some pain. He sat beside me and winced.

“Are you ok? What happened?” I asked, concerned for him.

“60 lashes” He replied.

“Im so sorry, Kit, I really a-”

He cut me off “Relax Y/N, it’s not your fault everyone wants a piece of you.”


“Your gorgeous Y/N, I can understand why people want you. Maybe if I wasn’t so jealous I would’ve let that one go.”

“I wouldn’t have gone for that guy anyway.” I said, easing him into my confession.

“Which other nut-job would you have picked then?” He laughed.


He laughed, “Thanks for that self esteem boost but no one woul-”

My lips were on his in an instant. His lips tasted like blood from the fight, but I couldn’t care less. It was as if it was my first kiss all over again, sloppy, unpractised, yet still tender and loving. We pulled away and I buried my head into the crook of his neck.

“That 60 lashes was so worth it.” He laughed.

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Konoha clutched at Bokuto, feet not quite cooperating with him, the world blurry, but also warm. There were sturdy arms wrapped around him, deliciously thick, and the fresh scent of his cologne left Konoha dizzy, pressing his nose into Bokuto’s neck in the desperate search for more. Bokuto only laughed, though it sounded a little strange, but Konoha paid it no mind as his hands tightened in Bokuto’s shirt. “How close ‘re we t’ home?” he slurred quietly.

Bokuto grunted, hitched him up a little higher, fingers tightening on Konoha’s waist. “Not close enough… Hey, Konoha, this isn’t working. Wanna get on my back?”

Konoha’s eyes fluttered open. Bokuto’s wide golden eyes were on him, and for a moment, he almost forgot how to speak, tongue thick and heavy in his mouth, but he slowly nodded. Bokuto smiled, leaving strange sensations bubbling away in Konoha like the wine had, but they moved slowly until he could flop on Bokuto’s back. His friend tugged on his arms, pulled them around his neck. “Hold tight.”

“I am,” Konoha grumbled, but he tightened his arms on Bokuto anyways as his friend curled his hands under his thighs and hitched him up. Konoha let his head loll forward, nose settling into the crook of Bokuto’s neck. His gel had started to loosen its grip on his hair, leaving black and white strands trailing across his face, tickling his nose, and Konoha smiled. His hair smelled good. Like coconuts. His fingers wiggled. “Tell me a story?”

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fate || pt 1

Originally posted by wang-thighs

REQUESTED: a jackson scenario in which you (the reader) is fated with the one and only werwolf, jackson wang. 

Reader (you) x Jackson Wang

Word Count: 1224

Genre: Fantasy (inspired by the kdrama goblin: the lonely and great god)

Warnings: may contain mention of mental health and other contents. read at your own risk

note: when someone requested this scenario i was so pumped to write it. honestly, i’m only on the first episode of goblin and this scenario really inspired me to write. hence why i’m splitting this into two parts because omg i wrote so much. happy reading everyone! -admin

The sun shone through the window as you sat alone, eating lunch while your other co workers sat around you. You didn’t understand why they avoided you or more importantly, why you couldn’t bring yourself to talk to them. When you opened your mouth, the fear in your coworker’s eyes seem to appear. Was it because you were bossy and always highly demanding on getting the work done? But who can blame you when you get paid well and get highly praised by your boss. Of course, there were rumours that went around, saying that you were mental in a crazy way.

But little did they know that you had a dark past dealing loneliness. Not only did those words hurt you but, they brought up the darkness of past that consumed you. You spent your whole life living a lonely life. Although you had friends and family, you couldn’t help but feel alone in way that you wanted someone by your side to comfort you.

But as you grew up, you realized best friends are meant to be forever. You’re only friend backstabbed you and left you alone because she discovered a secret that no one knew but only yourself. You could see things that were inhuman in this world. After that, she told everyone in the school that you were crazy. And growing up was hard for you. Especially when everyone has high expectations for you. But as a strong minded person, you pushed through your tough times and here you were with a great life. But still feeling lonely as ever.

“You’ve worked hard today, (Y/N).” Your boss said as he approached to your desk.

“Are you sure you don’t have any other work for me to do?” You asked.

“Nope.” Your boss shook his head. “Go home, kiddo. Get a good rest.”

Smiling sweetly at him, you nodded your head and gathered your stuff, texting your friend that you got off of work early so you could relax at home with her. As you headed outside the building, you saw outside the window that it was raining heavily. Sighing to yourself you prepared yourself for the heavy rain until something, or someone, caught your eye.

A group of seven people walked by the glass door of your workplace, giving off a mysterious vibe. You watched them as they walked by you until, one of them turned their head to look at you. He had slicked back blond hair and was very handsome. His striking eyes met yours as you made eye contact with an inhuman creature. You figured out that once you made eye contact with one of these creatures, they won’t leave you alone. Hence why people always think you’re staring off into space when you’re really staring at a creature.

“(Y/N)!” Someone called, making you break eye contact with him. “What are you looking at?”

I turned to face a close friend of yours, whom surprising came to pick you up today, “Nothing, the rain is pouring heavily though.”

“Yeah,” Your friend laughed, “That’s why I came to pick you up today.”

“How did you know I got off of work early?” I asked. Your friend shook her head before opening her umbrella as you two walked down the street.

“You texted me, silly. Let’s go home.” She laughed as she dragged you by the arm. Slightly confused, you didn’t even remember that you texted your friend. Maybe you were just slightly thrown off by the mysterious group of seven, especially that one man.

You couldn’t help but feel different about him. You’ve met different creatures that you could call them as friends but, those feelings weren’t the same as the feeling you felt right now. Somehow, you felt connected to him but, you couldn’t really connected the dots. It made your heart race but at the same time, it confused you. Who was he? Why was he so mysterious?

“Yah. (Y/N)! Are you listening to me?” Your friend called you, getting your attention.

“Sorry,” You mumbled, “Could you repeat what you said?”

“You seem out of it, (Y/N). Are you okay?” Your friend asked in concern, noticing that you were blanking out again.

“Hard day at work.” You lied, forcing a smile. Your friend, being a bright sunshine, decided she’ll somehow make your day better. You didn’t have a friend like her before. In university, she noticed that you were lonely and came to talk to you. Ever since then, you never had so much fun with a friend than before. Sarcastic jokes or crying over a dramatic tv show, you felt grateful to have her in your life. But once again, that lonely feeling never seem to fade away.

Throughout the whole night, you and your friend had a spa day at home. Doing each other’s nails and face masks made you forget about the incident you had earlier. You felt relaxed and happy. It was later on in the night where you two craved for a little bit of alcohol and food. So you both agreed to go out, late at night, to scavenge around for your needs.

“I’ll go find food,” She stated, buttoning up her coat, “While you can go get the drinks.”

“Sounds good.” You beamed at her. “Meet here in an hour?”

“Deal.” She nodded her head before walking off in the other direction. You watched your friend skip around the corner before taking off yourself. Walking alone at night kind of scared you. Especially since you knew there were creatures that can harm you in the night. As you continued to walk down the road, you somehow walked down a dark alley. Looking around, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You swore you took the right turn but somehow, you ended up here.

“He’s coming!” A voice cried. You whipped around to see a small girl, glowing in the dark. Her pale skin illuminating the dark alley. You recognized the little girl as a lonely spirit that wandered the earth after she died. You met her a few weeks ago when you made eye contact with her, thinking she was a poor beggar. Now, you realized that she was only a lonely girl, just like you.

“Who’s coming?” You asked her, suddenly getting scared.

“Your dark past.” She screamed as she disappeared from the alley. You looked around you, suddenly getting scared as you started to quickly walk down the alley. Your heart beated fast as you tried to scan a possible route to escape. But hands grabbed your arms to pull you back, slamming you to the nearest wall. You screamed, feeling attacked but terrified as well. You closed your eyes to avoid making eye contact with this person.

“Stop hiding from me and give in.” A masculine voice whispered in your ear. A rush of cold air went down your spine as you felt yourself getting dizzy.

“Who are you?” You cried, losing all your consciousness making you think that you were going crazy.

“Let me show you.” The voice said as he grabbed the side of your face, letting shivers go down your spine. You breathed heavily, trying to remain calm but miserably failed since a wave of darkness fell over you, causing you to fall to your knees and black out.

part 2

Zarina Kay.

“I wanted to do something that related to kids, adults, and everyone in between, because I think everyone loves space and the mystery of it. To paint something this large, like our neighboring galaxy, I just had to do it. It was an aha moment, because people love to stare off into space, the mix of colors, it was a really good opportunity content-wise. The trickiest part was learning how to layer these colors properly to make sense when you’re looking at it from far away, but once I figured that out I just blew through it.”

You can see Zarina’s mural, along with 5 others sponsored by the Greater Denton Arts Council at LSA Burger Co.

Divided- Part 3

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 1953

Summary: You come to in a strange apartment, face to face with the winter soldier. You navigate your way out, while gaining information from Steve’s old best friend

Authors Note: Ok I’m personally in love with this part because I love angsty brooding Bucky. Anyway, Part 4 will be following very shortly and it’s gonna be a fluff fest. Tagging is open, just ask

Divided: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

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You wake, a dull ache throbbing through your head as you become aware of a soft mattress beneath you. You shift slowly, feeling a blanket slide off your shoulder. You move to sit up, wincing as you put pressure on your freshly bandaged right hand.

You move into a sitting position, looking around the bare room, seeing nothing but empty walls. No pictures, no light, all the windows boarded up with cardboard and newspaper. You glance around, marking your exits, eyes finally falling on the dark silent figure situated at the kitchen table. Your body tenses as your gaze locks onto his blue eyes, he stares back at you, unmoving.

“Where am I?” You ask, your voice hoarse with lack of use. He stares at you silently, frozen. “You saved me, why?” Again your question is met with no response, the Winter Soldier remaining quiet and motionless, eyes locked on your face. You search your body, looking for any of your weapons, your com, anything. You come up short, realizing the figure in front of you had removed all your defenses.

“My com… I have to let my team know I’m alright. The Captain… Steve… he’ll be worried.” You see a flash of recognition cross his face at the name, but as fast as it had come, it was gone, his passive face staring at you once more. Steve had told you so many stories about his childhood best friend, James Buchannan Barnes, Bucky. How they had grown up together, how they had fought in the war together, protecting each other, side by side, until…

You remember that night when Steve confessed to you that his best friend had become the deadliest assassin in history. The Winter Soldier. You remember how he broke down, admitting his failure to you, that he was unable to fight his friend, unable to turn his back on him. Steve… you thought, always seeing the best in people. You glance down at the careful bandages wrapped around your hand… Maybe he wasn’t wrong… maybe there is humanity left in this attack dog.

“James,” you plead watching his shoulders tense at the name. “Don’t call me that.” He growls, eyes never moving from you. “Bucky?” you try tentatively, watching recognition flash across his face, he nods slightly, agreeing to the name “Bucky, I know you don’t want to hurt me.” Your voice is gentle, soft, far different from your usual sharp tone, “I need to get back to my team, please, I need my com.” You move forward from your position on the bed, coming to sit on the edge as he stares at you, his expression unchanging.

“I can’t do that. He can’t know that I’m here.” Bucky’s eyes finally fall from yours, dropping to the floor as he slowly shakes his head. “Steve? Why?” “He wouldn’t understand. Please.” His eyes dig into the ground, pain pulling at his expression. The pleading in his voice makes a lump rise in your throat.

“Bucky he misses you so much, he thinks he’s lost you, you have to tell him that you’re here. That you’re… that you’re you.” You speak quickly. “NO!” He shouts, rising swiftly to his feet and starting towards you, you retreat back on the mattress, drawing back in fear. Your scared action stops him, and he regains control, silently redirecting towards the small kitchen.

You relax your body, pulling yourself into a standing position, eyes cautiously locked on him as you move to the kitchen table. After many moments of silence, you decide that it’s safe to proceed in your quest for information. “Why did you bring me here?” You ask, your gaze unmoving from him. “I couldn’t just leave you. There were agents. It wasn’t safe.”

You sit silently, processing his words, confused by his desire to protect you. “Why were you there?” A small smile pulls at the corner of his mouth, a flash of the old Bucky that you had heard about barely visible in his demeanor. “It’s… complicated.” He breathes, coming to sit at the table across from you.

You raise your eyebrows, silently asking for more information. He sighs, leaning forward exasperatedly, “I’ve been watching you… Your team… His team.” You look at him, processing the new information, “You’ve been following us? Why?” He leans back, arms crossing across his chest, his muscles straining against the dark long sleeve shirt.

“Steve.” He answers simply. You think on his words for a moment, slowly realizing, “You’ve been protecting him? Watching his back?” He nods sharply. “Till the end of the line.” He whispers, barely audible. You shift uncomfortably not knowing how to respond, feeling intrusive in his moment. You rise from your seat, moving to his fridge, opening the door to rummage for something to eat.

His fridge is devoid of food, except for a soda can and a bottle of whiskey. “Jeez Buck, falling a little short of a balanced diet, don’t you think?” You joke, turning around to meet his shocked expression, confusion painted on his face at your comfortable interaction.

You smile awkwardly, rubbing at your neck nervously. “So… are you gonna let me get out of your hair anytime soon? I mean it’s nice hair, don’t get me wrong, but I can get pretty annoying.” You babble away, becoming more awkward by the moment, a small grin tugging at his cheeks.

“Are you ready to leave Scorpion?” He asks, rising to his feet and moving towards his dresser. “How do you… how do you know my name?” He turns around once more to face you, a black tie in his hand, as he shakes his head. “Your name? No. I know your alias, an alias is not who you are, not who any of us are.” You nod, thinking through his words, realizing that he was not only referring to you, but himself. “Y/N” you whisper, nodding curtly at him.

“Y/N,” he repeats back to you, moving forward and raising the black fabric in his hands, “are you ready to go? I’m sure your team is very worried.” You nod and swallow hard as you allow him to tie the fabric around your head, obscuring your vision. He helps you into a sweatshirt, zipping up the front and pulling the hood up over your head. You realize it must be his, the scent of the apartment heavy on the fabric, his scent. You took a deep breath memorizing the mix of cedar and fresh rain.

You feel the pressure of a strap pushed onto your shoulder, “Your weapons and com, everything I removed from you is in this bag.” You nod, moving your hand up to your shoulder to secure the strap’s placement. “Bucky?” You speak out to the darkness, his hand reaches for yours, fingers locking securely with your own. You feel a small knot form in your stomach in response to his warm touch. “I got you. Just follow me. I’m sorry. I just… I can’t have you finding your way back.”

You squeeze his hand as you begin to move from the small apartment, “I understand, I’ll keep your secret, you have my word.” You feel his fingers twitch against yours as he turns you out onto the street, the sounds of the city washing over you. You follow the pressure of his touch, paying attention to the turns you take, forming a visual map in your head.

After 10 minutes in darkness, you feel Bucky pull you to a stop, his thumb moving softly against your skin as he squeezes your hand once more. “This is where I leave you. Contact your team, have them come get you.” He says softly his fingers disconnecting from yours, “Bucky, I would have been dead if it wasn’t for you,” you start hands rising to remove the blindfold from your eyes, “I just want to say thank you…”

Your gratitude falls on deft ears as you stare at the blank space in front of you, people walking past you in the streets. You turn round rapidly searching for his form anywhere in the crowd, but he had already disappeared from site, gone.

You rummage in the bag on your shoulder, first pulling your scorpion knife, flipping it in your hand, your shoulders relaxing with the familiar comfort of the leather handle as it presses into your palm. You slip it back into its holster on your suit, and dive back into the bag, pulling out your com.

“This is Scorpion, calling into AC1. Is anyone there?” You speak into your com, hopeful for the control team’s response, instead you are met with the worried voice of Captain Rogers, “Y/N!! You’re alive! Are you alright? Where are you?” You smile sheepishly at Steve’s worried tone, tensing slightly, “I’m fine, I’m still in Bucharest, send a quinjet when you can, I’m sending coordinates now.”


“Y/N! Y/N! Open the door!” Steve shouts through your closed door, the wood buckling slightly under his harsh knocking. You yank the door open, an annoyed expression on your face. “What?” you huff, “What? You are taken captive, disappear for a days, have a hole in your hand, come back without a single word, and you stand here saying what?” You roll your eyes at him, annoyed at his berating.

“One I was not taken captive, two it was just one day Steve, three it’s bandaged and healing, and four why do you need a word, you knew I was coming back and that I was safe, what is the big deal?” “The big deal!? THE BIG DEAL!? I was scared to death that I lost you, Y/N!” You tense at his words, feeling uncomfortable by his intensity, it was just like Sam said, it had gotten out of hand once again.

“I can’t. I can’t do this Steve. It’s too much for me. Not right now.” Your eyes fall from him, shaking your head. “Y/N,” Steve’s voice softens as he reaches up to pull you into a hug, you resist him but eventually give in, knowing it is easier to let him find comfort in you than to fight it. “I’m sorry, I was just worried about you. I just felt responsible, like it was my fault. The Winter Soldier…” You pull away, arms wrapping around yourself.

“I know,” you say hollowly. “Did you talk to him? Bucky?” Steve asks hopefully. You look up at him, shaking your head, “No.” you say flatly, “As I told Maria, I lost consciousness during the mission and when I came to, I was in the middle of a busy street in Bucharest.” He nods, accepting your lie as truth. Believing you as he always had, trusting you.

You feel a lump rise in your throat, “Steve, I’m really tired, I just want to shower and go to bed ok?” You look up at him, begging him to understand. He nods sadly, aware of your lack of invitation. “Right. I’ll… I’ll check on you later.” He looks like a sad puppy, your heart hurts as you stare at his slouching posture, every bit of him resembling a defeated man. “Thank you” you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before retreating into your room once more, shutting the door on him.

You turn from the door, curling into yourself as you head for your bed, crawling once more onto the comfortable mattress. You zip up the oversized black hoodie wrapped around your torso, snuggling into the warm, soft fabric. You take a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent that clung to the fabric. Enjoying the small knot that forms in your stomach as you think back on your interaction with Bucky, your brain buzzing with questions.

Part 4

anonymous asked:

Know any good okikagu fanfics? :)

It depends on your taste =”)

  • If you like steamy Okkkagu, I recommend ALL of momo’s fanfics. She’s like the queen of Okkagu smut, in my opinion ^ __ ^” Visit her FF or even her AO3

If you like cute Okkagu in 3Z AU, I recommend these 3 first:

  1. Of Detentions and Mixed Signals by Aeneid
  2. Don’t stare in space too long because people will think your an idiot by mizz-sandra
  3. Love Affairs at School by SaharaOchimachi

If you like Okkagu based off their headcanons (like interactions in the manga/anime or even their future family =D):

  1. When I Was Young by Mello-The-Melon
  2. Three Deadly Words => Something Borrowed => Till Death Do Us Part => First Comes Love by RenjiLuvah (read these 4 in this order, they tell a fun and cute story from courtship, wedding, marriage life to pregnancy)
  3. wedding bell bruises by ribbons-red 
  4. trial and error by ribbons-red (this one is full of OCs but still really hilarious, read the summary and you’ll get what I mean :D)
  5. Between a Rock and a Hard Place => Between Ice and Fire by Traveling Moon   (I recommend reading the latter about Sougo and Kagura’s marriage life first =D)
  6. A Flower and Wet Clothes by areeyo
  7. Sadistic Family or Baby trouble by Silver-Soul-Forever
  8. Once Upon A Time An Umbrella by Tama Anpan
  9. I love you baby by korin-chan14
  10. Parental Guidance by silverball
  11. Never Go Into the Rain Without an Umbrella => Fairytales Are For Those Who Still Pick Their Nose by MeemoMeemo
  12. Playing Hosts by cloudgoddess

And if you like fantasy Okkagu:

  1. Wrecked Faiy Tale by korin-chan14 (it’s basically a compilation of fairytales Okkagu ver.)

And there’s lots in my bookmarked oneshot folder, like:

  1. Monochrome by potsugi 
  2. In which Okita Realized a Proposal Ends Everything by darkwings09 
  3. 20 reasons by Dente-di-leone

Take your time~

And notify me if you know any good Okkagu fanfics =”)


Imagine sitting next to Bones on a shuttlecraft headed to space.

Kinda crappy. But here ya go.

Originally posted by ensignspace

“I can’t do this! You have to let me off this damn thing now!”

You shout as the woman starts to buckle you in, ignoring your pleas.

“Lady, are you deaf? Let me out! I don’t want to go into space! I hate space!”

People were staring now, whispering amongst each other. All eyes on you, the woman desperately trying to get off this ship that was headed to the docking station.

“It’s too late. You need to calm down, I can get you a doctor.”

“I don’t want a damn doctor! I want to get off!”

“You need to relax, we can’t sto-”

The women is cut off by the man next to you.

“Leave the poor girl alone. You got any alcohol on this damn ship? We need alcohol.”

His southern drawl brought your eyes to him. His hands grip tightly at his thigh, his foot tapping nervously.

You watch the woman shake her head no and walk away. He turns to you, rolling his eyes at the attendant and producing a flask from his jacket. He motions for you to take it and without hesitation you do. It was whiskey, smooth and delicious, it calms your nerves immediately. You hand it back over to the man with a grateful smile.

“Thanks, I-I just need to get off. I don’t know what I was thinking, SPACE! I’m an idiot. A moron. Space is-”

“Disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence, don’t have to tell me twice darlin’. I’ve been up to space plenty of times, but still wrecks my nerves.”

He groans taking a sip from the silver flask.

“Exactly, I don’t know how Jim convinced me to join Starfleet. That smug bastard, I’m going to kick his ass when I see him.”

“James Kirk?”

He smirked, handing the flask over to you.

“You know him then? Yeah, he maybe Captain Kirk now. But I still know him as Jimmy, boy wonder who tried filling me up when we were teens.”

“Yeah, sounds about right. I’m Leonard McCoy, chief medical officer on the Enterprise.”

Leonard holds out his hand and you try not to blush when the warmth from his skin touches yours.

“(Y/N), I’ll be working with Montgomery Scott down in engineering.” 

Leonard nods with a smile, “So I guess I’ll be seeing more of you then.”

He eyes smile over at you, causing your entire body to blush.

“Well, I tend to be a clumsy mess. So I foresee plenty of doctor visits in my near future.” You tease, finally able to relax.

“You’re in luck then sweetheart, cause’ I’m a damn good doctor.”

Leonard smirks in the most telling way, affecting your body in ways you knew had nothing to do with nerves.

“Oh, I bet you are Dr. McCoy. I bet you are.”

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Request: #7 with taehyung????

7) “You weren’t just a star to me…you were my whole damn sky.”

Prompt list can be found here!

Member: BTS V x Y/N

Type: Angst

Taehyung played with my fingers nervously as he continued to speak, his words coming out carefully and just above a whisper. “So I guess this is it, huh?”

I nodded slowly, avoiding any eye contact with my best friend. I looked out of the window and thought back to the past month, how incredible it had been and how quickly time had gone by. I knew it would be selfish of me to ask more days of Taehyung, but it was what I wanted most. 

Looking back, I was surprised when he first asked me to be his date for a cast party for his upcoming drama. In all honesty, I half expected for him to ask Jimin to escort him for the occasion, perhaps Jungkook, but no. I was near fast asleep when the alert sounded on my phone with a simple text. 

“Will you do me a favor?”

I had no idea that the favor, initially just accompanying him to the party, would morph into more events. After his members began to taunt him, joking I was only the beard to cover up the fact that he was single, we had both agreed to simulate a relationship. It would last approximately one month to be realistic and then we would continue with our normal friendship. 

If I could even manage that. 

The problem with Taehyung was even when he was just a friend, he was a flirt. I don’t think he noticed, or maybe it was just his playful personality, but he flirted with nearly everyone he came into contact with; girls, boys, puppies. I would like to say I was immune to his charms, but after only a few days of faking our relationship, I found myself with serious butterflies. 

I closed my eyes as the sun hit our table at the modest cafe we had chosen to do our official and private breakup. I thought back to the nights I spent cuddled in his arms, talking about nonsense as he kissed my temple, my ears, and nearly any other skin he could get into contact with. I thought about all of the groans I heard from Jiminnie and Hoseok oppa as they commented about how cute we were and how sickeningly perfect we were for one another. At the time the words had made my heart soar, but now they just left me with an empty ache. 

“It was fun…really fun,” I sighed after a few moments of silence. I let Taehyung continue to play with my fingers, his nerves evident in his motions. He bit at his lip, a constant habit of his no matter the emotion. 

“It was,” he said with a sad smile. “You were a great fake girlfriend, Y/N.”

“And you were a great fake boyfriend,” I nodded, with a chuckle. So great that I often forgot that were faking this whole thing half of the time. 

“What you did…it meant a lot to me,” he whispered, his callused thumb nearly rubbing my own raw. “You were incredibly important to me.”

The ache in me grew deeper as he continued to speak, his low voice tapping through to my fragile core. How could we go on pretending that what we shared wasn’t much more than a charade? We were fools to believe this wouldn’t impact our friendship. The relationship would be different now, if it was even a relationship at all. I never would have agreed to this whole thing if it meant I would compromise Taehyung. 

“So…I guess that’s it?” he said, an easy smile finding his face. He was covering up something, I could feel it. His motions were uncharacteristic and awkward. The grin he wore didn’t meet his eyes. “We’re broken up.”

“That was the plan,” I winced, pulling my hands from his and setting them in my lap. I looked down to them to avoid looking looking at Taehyung. It hurt too much. His smile hurt too much. I never thought I’d get sick of this ray of sunshine until I was blinded by the sun. 

I found myself standing, my legs working on their own accord. Tae looked up at me, surprise and confusion replacing his smile as I began to gather my things. 

“Where…where are you going?” he croaked. 

“Home, we’re done here…right?” I said, putting my own fake smile on my face. If he could pretend this didn’t hurt, so could I. 

“Well…yeah, I guess,” he said, furrowing his brows and shaking his head. 

“Cool, I guess I’ll see you around then,” I nodded, shouldering my bag and beginning to walk out of the cafe. As soon as my feet hit the pavement I felt like a boulder had been set on my chest. I let a groan escape me as I covered my eyes with my hand. I didn’t think a fake break up would be so hard. 

I shuffled along the asphalt and tried to talk myself through. “This wasn’t real, Y/N. You knew that. How could you get your hopes up so high? You’re such an idiot.”

As I continued my internal monologue I felt a strong hand grab me by the shoulder and spin me around. 

“Taehyung?” I gasped, my eyes growing wide to see him standing before me. 

“I wasn’t lying when I said you were incredibly important to me Y/N,” he growled, his eyes darting back and forth as he spoke. Emotion laced his deep voice and his hands flew in the air as he spoke. “You weren’t just a star to me, you were my whole damn sky.”

“You’re a convincing actor Tae,” I nodded, trying not to let my emotion choke my words. “You know we don’t have to pretend any-”

“God damnit Y/N, I’m not pretending!” he shouted, drawing several stares from people passing us by on the street. He crossed the space between us in two strides and pulled me close to him. My breathing sped up at his sudden close proximity. I placed my palms against his chest, ready to push away at any given moment. I wasn’t going to play this game. 

“How do I know?” I whimpered, letting the tears fall from my eyes for the first time. “We were supposed to be acting this whole time…and…and”

“And I ended up falling in love with you,” Taehyung whispered, inspecting my face for any sort of reaction. “And if I’m right, you fell in love with me too.”

I nodded, gulping loudly. He pressed his lips against my forehead and I could feel the beginnings of a grin forming on his lips. 

“Does this mean we don’t have to break up?” I asked quietly. 

“Nope,” he cooed, pulling me in even closer. “I think we have to actually start dating to do that.”

“We should probably start there then,” I chuckled, nuzzling into his neck. 

Originally posted by gotjimin


Originally posted by linheys

Directions: You will need a piece of paper and a pen or pencil. Write your name on the corner and list from A-G. There will be a total of 32 questions. All you have to do is answer the question (yes or no). If you answered “yes,” put a check mark next to the following letter(s). If you answer “no,” move on to the next question. After you’ve answered all 32 questions, count the total checks for each letter. The letter with the most check marks means that person is the most similar to you. If you get a tie, two people are equally similar to you. Here is how your paper should look like: 


A✔✔ (2) 

B✔✔✔ (3)

C✔ (1) 

D ✔✔ (2) 

E✔✔ (2) 

F✔✔✔✔✔ (5) ☜ 

G✔ (1) 

In this case, F will be most similar with you. 


1. I usually watch friends play around instead of being the one who plays around. (a, b, d) [If yes, put one check next to a, b, and d] 

 2. I like animals. (c, e, f, g) 

 3. I never do things I hate. (b, g)

 4. I laugh at my own jokes even though others around me don’t find it funny. (a, c, e) 

 5. I am interested in clothes. (d, e, f) 

 6. I talk with a soft voice. (a, b) 

 7. I tend to follow other’s opinions/decisions than mine own. (b, e, f) 

 8. I like to take pictures. (a, d, f) 

 9. I have a habit of observing my surroundings (environment, people, etc). © 

10. I often stare into space. (b, g) 

 11. I speak eloquently. (d) 

 12. There’s a hidden side of me that people do not know. (c, g) 

 13. I am attentive and alert. (b, d) 

 14. I follow rules. (a, c, e) 

 15. I am friends with my parents. (f) 

 16. I prefer being alone than in a crowd. (b, d) 

 17. I am the one who lightens up the mood. (c, e, g) 

 18. I have good grades. (d) 

 19. I have more acquired talents (from practice) than innate or natural talents. (c, e) 

 20. I am good in sports even though I may not like it. (b, g) 

21. I cry often. (a, e) 

 22. I take care of children well. (f) 

 23. I like to eat in restaurants known for delicious dishes. (a) 

 24. I ponder a lot. (b, c, d, e) 

 25. I am gregarious (social). (a, c, f) 

 26. I do not wake up easily. (g) 

27. I am sensitive to other’s critiques. (c, d, e) 

 28. I tend to cover my face (for example, when laughing). (f, g) 

 29. I play with my phone during free time. (d, g) 

 30. I am confident with my appearance. (a) 

 31. I am optimistic. (a, f) 

 32. I do not mind attention/ people staring at me. (b, f, g) 

 *disclaimer: I don’t agree with some of these.*

 Credits to The person who posted this On KA I love you <3


A- Jin 

B- Suga 

C- Jhope 

D- Rap Monster 

E- Jimin

F- V

G- Jungkook 

 Who did you get? Like if you did the quiz & Reblog to tell me who you get. For me I got both Jhope and Jimin with 10 checks tied :D


Finn x Reader

Requested By @queennerd12

“It’s been years and he’s still moping over (Y/N).” Arthur chuckled as he found his brothers watching Finn ignore the people around him and stare off into space.

“I’d be moping to, if I let a girl like that get away.” Isaiah said as he walked past the older Shelbys’.

They nodded in agreement and continued to drink, ignoring the youngest Shelby’s moping in hopes of him joining them and cheering up for once.

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