she really plants one on him

So im re-reading Greek Mythology, and I realised that Hades is a precious bean and all goddesses are more terrifying than every god put together.

Let me explain

1) The goddesses are the ones who do most of the cursing. No seriously, check. Goddesses are kinda petty

2) Hades names his dog a fancy word for Spot

3) Persephone once crushed a woman into a plant for saying that Hades loved her more. Thats why we have mint.

4) Hades is mythologically the most faithful one. He almost cheated a couple of times, but felt really bad and couldn’t do it

5) Aphrodite once flayed a woman alive because people thought she was prettier.

6) Hades kidnapped Persephone because Zues told him to. He literally has zero social or romantic skills, and fingers that big brother Zues, who’s courted hundreds of women would know a thing or two about wooing. Zues told Hades to kidnap Persephone.

7) Hades went to great lengths to make Persephone happy in the underworld. He even created a garden make of jewls for her. But when he realized she wasn’t pleased, he willingly let her go.

8) Artemis help deliver her brother

9) Hestia ate virgins who broke their vows

10) Zues is such a sleezbag, he blamed Aphrodite for all his affairs (with her being the goddess of love and lust and such). She and Hera did not take it well

11) Athena was born in full body armor.

12 ) Demeter tried to kill Zues for allowing Hades to take their daughter.

13) Demeter has a bleeding heart, but also murderd an entire army for trying to cut down a sacred tree grove

14) Hades my be intimidating with his helmet of terror, but Persephone had a man tourterd for all eternity for not taking no for an answer.

15 ) Artemis turned a peeping-tom into deer and lets him get eaten by his own dogs

16 ) Hades is the king of the underworld because he got the short straw.

17) Amphotrite is sometimes described as the sea herself. She’s drowed countless people.

18) Persephone is a proud queen of hell who has no problem with her job

SOME TRINI SOFTIE HEADCANONS

-it takes trini forever to learn how to take her mask off in her armor, because you have to will the armor to take the mask off, but because deep down trini is just so used to hiding that she cant help it

-im telling you this girl purrs CONSTANTLY. touch her hair. hug her and wrap your arms really tight. genuinely laugh. or if shes asleep and dreaming a good dream for once

-i think its pretty accepted in the fandom that trini has nightmares, but when the rangers are doing their nightly shift with her they find her lil baby plants she spends forever taking care of. zack tries to touch one and she pushes him out her window. kim can touch them tho. and billy. (jasons scared to get the zack treatment)

-shes also a crazy good artist. to everyones surprise, its much more colorful than she or her music lets on. aka trini drawing the ranger gang (there’s also a suspicious amount of a certain pink ranger)

-when trini gets REALLY excited she breaks out into spanish. no one wants to interupt her because its rare for trini to get in these moods, so she doesnt even know she’s doing it. no one else speaks spanish, so they all just smile and nod

-bonfire night and the rangers are discussing their fav movies. when they ask trini, she quietly says with the most straight faced a lesbian can, “Wonder Woman could cut my head off and I’d say thank you.” zack falls out of his chair

-jason and trini sit on the edge of the cliff leading to the ship, beer in hand, and just talk about girls. jason, later on, eventually just talks about billy. trini doesn’t care, she does the same with kim.

-trini and billy study together all the time, and everytime she comes over candace apologizes for calling her deedee ages ago. trini just smiles and runs to billys cran-cave (zack named it that, obviously) (it was kim)

-don’t mention clexa to trini. just don’t.

-this girl LOVES piggyback rides. she didn’t tell anyone until zack threw her on his back and none of them had ever heard the pure sunshine when trini laughed like that. trini piggybacks became a right of passage, a true honor (to everyone’s surprise, trini let zack do it the most, claiming he was the most fun as he ran around and spun in circles. she’d never admit she just liked hugging her adoptive brother)

BONUS TRIMBERLY:

-trini grabs kim’s sleeve whenever she wants a kiss, seeing as she can’t reach. one time they were fighting, and trini tripped and grabbed kims sleeve to catch herself, but kim (cause shes whipped) just instinctually went in for a kiss, causing them to headbutt and fall to the ground on top of each other. (needless to say they stopped fighting after that)

-they don’t get each other flowers, but rather donuts. obviously.

-everytime they say goodbye, kim HAS to kiss trini’s forehead, then her nose, then her mouth. trini blushes like crazy (“Now you’re the pink ranger!”)

HIT ME UP FOR MORE HEADCANONS ABOUT ANY OF THESE KIDS! OR JUST MESSAGE ME! :)

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dissonance [1]

summary: The King of Death finds he can also control life. || hades!bucky x persephone!reader

warnings: none that I can think of

note: Surprise, motherfuckers. This is kind of short [and kind of bad], just a few words shy of 1K. They’ll get longer as the story progresses, but I hope you guys like this. H’s book work isn’t included in this chapter, but he will be featured in some other things, and he did help me write/edit some of this. Let me know what you guys think. Feedback is always appreciated!

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Fridays

Summary: AU. Your life changes the minute you meet Peggy Carter on the subway. What happens when she takes an interest in your personal life?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (+ a lot of friendship reader and Peggy)

Word Count: 7,000 (just for you Caro!)

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, mentions of Alzheimer’s, character death, awkwardness

A/N: This is long, and it’s a lot of reader and Peggy becoming friends with Bucky x reader woven in. Just a fair (spoilery) warning, it’s hella sad with a hopeful ending. I wrote this in one sitting, too, stupid JSD! This is my submission for @sanjariti‘s 7k Follower Celebration Challenge. Congrats!!! My prompt was “Is this seat taken?”

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nowhere else i’d rather be

a belated birthday fic for the love of my life james potter <3

a lil throwback to his 18th birthday when he got so smashed he had to crash at lily’s and then they just had to share a bed.

The mirror keeps buzzing in her bag and she’s sure it’s Sirius, calling to see if they made it back alright. Lily can’t answer it though, because she has her arms full with James. A very mashed and wobbly James.

“Where are we?” He says into her neck, too loudly for Lily’s liking. If a light goes on in the house, they’re screwed.

“Almost there.” She tells him as they reach the gate and she has to hold him up with one hand to push it open. For a second he leans too far forward, but then somehow uprights himself and stumbles forward.

“Where are we?” He repeats, stepping closer so his breath fans all over her throat again. It would be nice if it didn’t smell of a mixture of jaeger and sick.

“My house.” Lily watches as realisation dawns on James’ face, mouth dropping open, shoulders going limp.

“Wow. You have a house?”

“Where did you think all your owls were coming to last summer?” She shakes him until his shoulders regain some structure and tries to walk forwards again. James is stuck though, feet planted firmly on the ground as he takes in her house.

There’s not much to take in and Lily blushes, not having really thought about this part of him crashing at hers. Of course, she’d thought about him staying one day, just not under these circumstances. In her imagination they hadn’t been sneaking in at 4 am because James got kicked out of the hotel the Marauders were staying at. 

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Very professional revenge for unprofessional behavior.

As humans often do, I became tired one day at work. I decided to use one of my 15 minute paid breaks to take a nap at my desk. One of my coworkers, who I have not only never wronged but never really had a conversation with prior to this, posted incredibly unflattering photos of me sleeping on Facebook all captioned by him with insults to my character and appearance. So, I got to wake up to a bunch of comments from people I’ve never met about how I’m a lazy, special-snowflake, millennial who looks like she used to be a man. That was super fun. What was even more fun was the fact that he’s firmly planted in the Good Ol’ Boys Club, which makes him bulletproof. The manager agreed that it wasn’t professional, but the poor man was suddenly and inexplicably stripped of his ability to do anything about it by those jerks in corporate.

I decided to do my poor manager a favor and take the responsibility off his hands. I sent all the screenshots I took to HR. They can’t fire my jerk coworker, but there are fates worse than firing. He is now currently becoming more and more annoyed by the mandatory harassment training he has to do. I can see him watching it at his desk, making annoyed comments to anyone who walks by and generally looking like he wants to shoot himself. I’m having a very good day today.

The kicker to all of this? I’ve been keeping track of all the 2 and 3-hour paid lunches that Mister Champion of the Company takes. To loosely quote the same man in his hilarious Facebook tirades against me, “How dare someone steal company time like this. What’s wrong with people?” I’ll be sending all of that to HR, plus some recordings of his racist/sexist tirades, when I leave in a week or two. I have interviews lined up, all for better paying jobs with lesser commutes.

Sayonara, shitty company, you gave me the experience and the resume boost to ditch you like the sack of crap you are.

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jack/bitty hp au

Bitty won’t meet his eyes, instead focusing on the pebble he’s nudging with the toe of his shoe. Jack more than understands, a linked gaze gives intimacy, and intimacy has power. It’s easier to make vulnerable confessions when you pretend you’re sharing it with the air instead of another vessel.

 “Coach never liked it much. ‘Course he married my mama, but I think it had more to do with him loving her more than he hated magic.”

“Coach?”

Bitty’s face offers a patient smile, “Not Quidditch, honey. He has about as much magic as this here rock.” 

Jack decides not to remark that all things have the potential for magic, even a rock. It’s unnecessary, he understands what Bittle meant and really, that’s not the point. 

“He doesn’t hate you?”

It was meant to be a statement, an insistence, but it comes out more like a question. Surely Bitty’s dad doesn’t hate him. Jack finds it difficult to believe that anyone could hate Bittle. He conveniently ignores the whisper in the rustle of the trees reminding him that You did

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“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked”

A/N: I got stuck with OTR and wanted to try something new. Basically this is businessman Harry, long af, smutty af and has daddy kink. Please tell me what you thought of it if you read it? I might start working on a second part if you like it. xx

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.


Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV.

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah




Y/N is good at getting what she wants. Most of it, she won’t lie, is handed to her in a flash when she mentions her last name but she’s never felt one goddamn bit of shame for it. If there’s one thing she had been taught is to feel proud of her genes and with pride is how she shall use them to her advantage. She enjoys drawing out the tension when her high heels click into her office and everyone around her avoids direct eye contact in case she throws a fit or feels like firing them. Likes that whenever she has a special gala evening event her assistant’s phone blows up with designers begging her to wear their brands. Fucking loves being the heiress of a growing empire and she defends it mercilessly. A hustler in couture dresses and fresh manicure.

In rare occasions, though, almost once in a blue moon, Y/N gets told No. When she can’t use her father’s connections as a shield, she isn’t afraid to build her own and get to work.

“Styles Enterprises, how may I help you today?” the female voice squeaking bored Y/N to death. She decided to let the silence linger just for kicks. The girl on the line might’ve had nothing better to do, but she, on the other hand, was in the middle of chugging down her Cosmopolitan. What could that bimbo do about it, anyway? Y/N could get her fired with a snap of her fingers, didn’t even matter that she wasn’t her boss.

Speak of the devil, that fucker was dead.

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I’ve Known You All My Life (Part Three)

Sam Holland x Reader

Words: 2,679 (Oh, boy..)

Hello everyone! Part 3 is finally here! I am so so sorry for the wait, thank you so much for supporting these fics!! I can’t thank you all enough! I hope you all like it! Please leave some comments so I know how I did. If you’d like to be tagged, please message me <3 And as always, REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

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Sam walked down the stairs the next morning feeling like shit. He’d cried the whole night, desperately trying to figure out what to do with the situation. Too bad he never came up with anything.

He was torn. Harry just confessed his feelings to you and he was just starting to realise that he’s always loved you. His twin beat him to it, what the hell was he going to do?

The smell of pancakes and maple syrup wafted from the kitchen, his stomach grumbled as if on cue. His feet carried him towards the delicious food. Upon entering the kitchen, Sam noticed you sitting on one of the stools. He stopped dead in his tracks, taking in the sight of you.

Your hair was pulled up and you were wearing what he was sure to be one of his old sweaters. Tight black trousers hugged your legs and your signature beat up sneakers were on your feet.

God. Sam thought to himself. A million different emotions began to flicker through him. Happiness, excitement, confusion. He wished he could just choose one and stick to it.

“Hey, Sammy boy.” you greeted him, hoping he wouldn’t notice your red rimmed eyes. The both of you had spent your nights the same way, crying over each other and trying to figure out how to solve your problems.

“Oh. Oh hey, Y/N. Morning.” was his mumbled reply

“Sam, you alright, dude? You look kind of rough.” the sound of Harry’s voice made Sam bang the bowl he was getting against the counter

“Oi, careful, Sam.” Nikki reprimanded as she continued to flip more pancakes

Sam looked back to see Harry now sitting next to you, his arm casually slung behind the back of your chair. He hated that, he hated the way it looked now that everything Harry did or said to you meant something more.

“Earth to Sam?” you called to him, a little alarmed by the expression on his face.

He gave you one look before turning away, placing his bowl back in its cupboard. He exited the kitchen without saying another word or sparing you another glance. It stung a little.

“What’s his problem?” Harry asked, sipping his tea

You wanted so desperately to go after him, ask him what was wrong. But you’d promised yourself when you woke up that morning that you would purge all the romantic feelings you had for Sam, and you couldn’t do that if you hung around him as much as you used to. It was selfish but you couldn’t be his best friend when you were secretly longing for him.

You needed to be his best friend. Since that was the only way you thought he’d take you.

So you sat there in the Hollands’ kitchen, quietly eating your breakfast while Harry animatedly told you about his plans for the day.

“Y/N, do you want to walk Tess with me?” he asked you nervously. You had walked Tessa with the twins so many times before but now you realised that you’ve never been alone with Harry, not once in all the years you’ve known them. Sam was always around, no matter how busy he was, he never left you alone with Harry.

This was the first time you noticed. Harry noticed it too, hence his nervousness. He had a hunch Sam wasn’t going to tag along this time, so he seized the opportunity.

“Sure, Harry. Tita Nikki, thanks for breakfast.” you thanked her as you went outside to wait for Harry and Tessa.

“Anytime, Y/N.” she smiled

Back inside the house, Harry was on cloud nine, he was finally going to get some time with you without Sam around to steal his thunder. Just as he was about to head out the door, Sam appeared behind him, almost out of nowhere.

“Fuck! What the hell, Sam? You almost fucking killed me!” Harry put a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat erratically against his palm

Sam had his arms crossed against his chest, he noticed Tessa circling Harry’s legs excitedly. “Where are you going?”

“I’m taking Tess for a walk with Y/N,” Harry took a step closer to him, “Sam, could you do me a favour and not come along this time? This is the first time I get to be alone with Y/N, so.. Please?”

He tried to be angry, Sam wanted to be so fucking angry at him but as he stared into Harry’s excited eyes all he could do was nod. Harry beamed at him and hugged him quickly before rushing out the door with Tessa.

“Look, Tess! It’s our favourite person!” he heard Harry say just as the door shut

Sam stared at the closed door mournfully, wishing it was him with you instead of Harry.

“Sam?” he heard his mum’s voice call from the kitchen, he willed his legs to move, they seemed to be planted firmly to the floor

Nikki sat on top of the stools, two stacks of pancakes before her. Sam gave his mother a tired smile and sat next to her. They ate quietly, letting the usual sounds of the morning fill in the silence.

“What’s on your mind, Sam?” Nikki asked, letting her knife glide smoothly along one golden pancake

Sam chewed absentmindedly. “Y/N.” he answered

“Y/N?”

His grassy green eyes widened as he realised what he just gave away. Sam began shaking his head vigorously, “Wait. No, mum-”

She raised her fork up to silence him.

“Mum, no, really. You don’t understand-”

“I beg to differ, Sam. I’ve understood ever since you three were kids.” Nikki gave her son a knowing look

“Well.. I-I don’t know what you’re talking about actually.” Sam replied, shoving a forkful of pancake into his mouth

“Now you don’t know what I’m talking about? Oh dear, you’ve really inherited your father’s humour then.” she laughed, putting a comforting arm around him

“Darling, I wish I had the right answers for you, I really do. But this one, I think you’ll have to figure out on your own.”

That was just the trouble though, in his mind, he already figured it out. In the end, you wouldn’t choose him.

“Do you think she sees Harry as the better choice?” Sam asked even though he thought he knew the answer

“Oh, love,” Nikki’s heart cracked upon hearing the uncertainty in her son’s deep voice, it was almost as if he was a little boy again. She held him tighter and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Love, I can’t answer that for you. You two, Tom, and Paddy. You boys are my life. I love you all just the same. I can’t speak for Y/N either. Please just take it easy, Sam. Things will work out the way they’re supposed to.” she hoped Sam would take a bit of comfort in her words. Nikki would hate for something like this to cause a rift between the twins, she also loved you and didn’t want you to become estranged from the family.

“Thanks, mum. I’ll try.” Sam kissed his mum on the top of her head and they finished the rest of their meal

The rest of his day went by agonizingly slowly, he tried to pass the time (and tried to keep his mind off the fact that you and Harry had been gone for quite some time) by playing the piano. It always calmed him down, he didn’t think about anything else but the melody. He wasn’t thinking about you, or Harry, or the fact that he was in love with you.

He was in love with you, he could finally admit that to himself. Sam Holland was in love with you. And he wanted to tell you so badly but, you were out with his twin brother, walking their dog and having fun. More fun than you’ve ever had with him probably.

Okay, he was definitely thinking about you and everything else.

Sam played on, he was oblivious to the shift in the air around him. Each note he played was highlighted with increasing anger, the more he thought about you and Harry, the faster he played. His long fingers were flying across the keyboard with accelerating intensity, he was nodding along fervently with every movement of his hands.

Although he was seething white hot rage, he played Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony masterfully and passionately. Sam resonated with the piece heavily, the soft lulls in it representing how he felt about you, the furious sequences represented how he felt about you and Harry. His heart was beating painfully against his chest as he played the last hammering notes, the vibrations reverberating off his fingertips.

“Roll over, Beethoven.”

Harry and you stood by the doorway, he was grinning from ear to ear while you were looking at him in awe. Sam wanted to be happy to see you, he wanted to tell you how much he loved you, he wanted so many fucking things he didn’t know how to get. The destructive mix of anger and frustration was suffocating him, he had to get out. He kept his head low and tried to get by you.

As if on its own, your arm shot up, catching Sam’s shoulder. Fucking hell, you know you said that you would keep your distance from him but this was getting bloody ridiculous! Why the fuck was he acting like this? What was his fucking problem?!

“Harry, could you give us a minute?” you managed to say politely despite your heart beginning to race

“Uh.. Yeah.” Harry looked to Sam questioningly, Sam refused to meet his brother’s eyes. Harry left you two reluctantly.

“Sam,“ you sighed “What’s going on?”

The two of you stood in silence, it was such a heavy silence, the words neither of you were courageous enough to say circled around you.

“Sam, you’re my best friend,” you tried again, “We tell each other everything. What’s going on?“

Maybe it was the Fifth Symphony still ringing in Sam’s ears, or maybe it was what you said, and how you said it. The sentence just rolled off your tongue with such ease, such confidence, as if you knew exactly what you were saying. It made him angry. For the first time, Sam was angry, at you.

"Yeah, Y/N. Yeah. We’re best fucking friends, we tell each other everything.” he scoffed

You were taken aback by how.. Bitter he made it sound. You dropped your hand from his shoulder like he’d burned you.

“Sam.. What? I-I don’t understand what’s going on.” it was clear that he was about to become severely unhinged and you just wanted to understand why.

Sam roughly brought a hand through his hair and tugged. Of course! Of course you didn’t fucking understand!

His blood boiled dangerously in his veins.

The thing about Sam was that he never lost his sense of consciousness when he was angry. He knew what he was doing and what he was saying, the effect it had. And there was nothing scarier than a person who knew exactly what they’re doing when they’re angry.

He almost never yelled or raised his voice. It would just drop a few octaves lower and he would speak quieter than usual. The sound of it was petrifying.

“You know what, Y/N? You’re right. You don’t understand. You don’t understand shit about what’s going on with me right now. You have no bloody idea.”

In spite the fact that Sam’s words were full of vitriol, you didn’t let it dissuade you from trying to get to the bottom of his outbursts. With a deep breath, you threw yourself into the lion’s den once again.

“Okay. Why don’t you tell me then? Tell me what’s going on and maybe I can help you, Sam. I just want to help you.” you struggled to maintain your composure

God, he really fucking wished you would stop being so fucking nice. He was already going off on you yet you still wanted to help him? It frustrated him even more.

“No, Y/N. N-O. Do I have to spell it out for you? I don’t need your help, I don’t want your fucking help.” he hissed

It was hard watching Sam get like this, he was usually so calm. You knew you should have let it go when he said that but you just kept going.

Bad idea.

“Sam, please,” you pleaded “Please. I know it’s hard whatever you’re going through. I know what you’re thinking-”

That. That was the worst thing you ever could’ve said to him right then.

He took a step closer to you ominously, he leaned down so that your faces were inches apart. You wished this was going to go the way you were imagining it, that Sam would finally just press his lips to yours and this whole fiasco would be over. But the way he looked at you, his expression rigid, you knew that whatever was going to happen next would not be pretty.

“You,” he began menacingly, but you could see his facade cracking just a bit, “have no fucking idea what I’m thinking.”

“Then tell me.” you whispered, the proximity making you a bit hazy

Sam stared at you, long and hard.

You. Y/N. His best friend. The person that knew him as well as he knew himself, maybe even better.  The person he’s known all his life. The person he was in love with. Also the person his brother was in love with.

His brother, his twin. Sam has been through it all with Harry at his side, same goes for you. His dilemma was that he was choosing between Harry and you, two of his favourite people. If he chose you, he’d hurt Harry, but if he let Harry go on and pursue you, it would hurt him like hell.. But at least you and Harry could be happy. He could just suffer in silence. It was clear. Sam had made his decision.

“I’m thinking that maybe I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.” he told you as convincingly as he could

If it could be heard, the sound of your heart shattering within your chest would’ve deafened anyone in the vicinity. You blinked, once, twice, tears immediately flooding your vision.

“Why.. Why would you say that?” you croaked out, feeling your throat begin to ache as you fought to keep your tears from falling

“Because maybe I’m just sick of it, Y/N!” Sam lied

“Maybe I’m sick of seeing you every goddamn day!”

Lie.

“Maybe I’m just tired of dealing with your shit!”

Another lie.

Perhaps Tom should give Sam his BAFTA award, his performance was riveting and so convincing. You believed every word he said and it made you think back to all the times you pestered him about things, all the times you whined and complained to him about something that really ticked you off, every time you hung out together.

Were all of his smiles fake? Was every laugh forced? When did he stop being your best friend?

You wanted to ask him, you wanted to yell but you felt as though the room was shrinking, its walls threatening to crush you.

You ran and went out the front door, leaving it ajar.

“Why the fuck would you say all that shit?!” Harry shouted angrily

He never left, he just stood a few feet away, out of view.

Harry stalked toward Sam and shoved him backward, Sam fell on his ass with a dull thud. Harry looked at his twin as if he didn’t even know him.

“What the fuck is the matter with you?”

Sam remained on the floor, stunned. Harry shook his head in utter disbelief and stalked out the front door, slamming it behind him.

The words his mother told him earlier echoed in Sam’s head as he sat there alone,

Things will work out the way they’re supposed to.

Was it really supposed to work out like this?

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Part 4??

In the gardens

Pairing: T’Challa x Reader

Warnings: Angsty-ish, bit of fluff.

A/N: I am taking so long with requests but bear it with me, would you? Feedback <3


Originally posted by buchanstan

Ever since Steve’s team arrived into Wakanda, they seemed to be a lot better; well, everyone except for one. (Y/N) was quiet by nature, but after everything that happened, and the people she had lost because of the men’s stubbornness, she decided to build up the highest walls so no one could reach to her.

Her powers had caused terrible damage, and she promised herself to not use them anymore; she was not completely in control of them, and it almost seemed like they controlled her sometimes. The only place where she could unravel them and feel completely free from her fears were the gardens, but they were usually full of people and full of the king’s servants who were kind enough to ask if everything was alright.

One day, as she started wandering, she found a spot that hadn’t been taken care of in quite a while. It was calling her name, and feeling her protective instinct blossoming once again, she went every day for over a month just to take care of the plants that there laid withering. (Y/N) was not at home, and she was most certainly not safe, but that portion of land somehow needed her as much as she needed it. She moved things around with her powers, feeling completely in control of her telekinesis for once in her life. And she even created a small pond with her element-control. Only her part of the gardens could bring a smile to her heart.

She was often seen carrying a book and running away, not even the few teammates she still had in Wakanda could get more from her than a greeting, and the king himself started to wonder what she did all day and why she pushed everyone away.

Until he discovered her little secret. T’Challa found her sitting on a stone little bench she had made all by herself. It was still a bit rough, but comfortable enough to sit there for a while. He cleared his throat to let her know there was somebody with her.

“Mind if I sit?” T’Challa asked as he pointed at the empty space next to (Y/N). She nodded silently and he sat down. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No—king T’Challa—you—” she stammered—“I was just—nothing.” She shook her head and fell silent again, trying to focus her sight on the book, but she couldn’t help but to look at him from the corner of her eye. The man was not only beautiful, but in his presence she felt tiny, and somehow, safe again.

T’Challa cleared his throat and began again. “You know, I’ve always liked this side of the gardens, ever since I was a child; whenever there was some sort of royal happening, I used to run all the way here and my mother would find me somehow.” He sounded absentminded, but in his mind one thought wandered, and it wasn’t even the reminiscence of his favorite childhood memories, but he was trying to imagine how it would be if (Y/N) smiled; he was most certain that he had never seen her like that. “It always felt like an escape. My father didn’t even knew about the immensity of his own palace…” he chuckled, “so how did you discover this?”

“I just started walking and… I got here.” She shrugged. None of them looked at one another, but (Y/N) could feel how fixated he was on her. “The plants needed some help.”

“I think I could hire you as the gardener, would you like that?”

“If it means I can stay here…” she turned her head to face him, “I would.”

“You know… I’ve asked around for you, but the others said you were not talking to them,” (Y/N) bit her bottom lip almost immediately, “may I know the reason why?”

“I just don’t know what I could say to them…” She shrugged. “My mother used to tell me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, then I’d better keep quiet.”

“Don’t you think that’s a harsh thing to say to a daughter?” He pointed out.

“My mother…” she started, “she was not the kindest woman alive,” she gave him a quick look, “but it doesn’t matter, she’s not among the living anymore.”

“I’m sorry to hear that…” he gulped. “And were the Avengers somehow like a family to you?”

“They were the closest thing I had to a family, and it ended up just like the first one, and probably just as bloody.” (Y/N) pursed her lips in a thin line. “You know, when I was at school nobody really liked me, and not only because I wasn’t popular. People feared me; kids feared me because at kindergarten I spoke to a dying plant and it seemed to come to live again.” She giggled, but it sounded more like a heavy sigh. “Then, things around the house flew for no apparent reason, and that was when my parents started to fear me too and so I ran away.” Her voice seemed to crack, so she remained silent a few seconds before clearing her throat and starting again. “There were some people looking for me, bad people, and they got to my parents because they were the closest thing to me. They died because of me, because I wasn’t there to protect them.” She inhaled sharply and shook her head. “Then SHIELD found me and I became an avenger. I had a family again, a terribly dysfunctional one because let’s face it, none of them knew how to have a family. We were the outcasts, the weird ones. I felt at home but… It didn’t last long.” She looked at her hands and hid them inside her sleeves. “The things I love never last for long, mainly because I destroy them.”

“I’m sorry…” The king softly said. He looked at her and to his eyes, she had never looked more vulnerable, but it wasn’t the vulnerability that meant weakness; not at all. This vulnerability made her so transparent, like a fragile glass, just a stone away from breaking into a million pieces. She looked very differently from how she did in The Raft, where she looked utterly terrified. (Y/N) allowed her walls to fall apart just enough to let him know why she tried to shut everyone away. But her walls started to build quickly up, and before T’Challa could say something, she was slowly walking away.

He followed her and grabbed her hand, trying to make her turn around. Her (Y/E/C) eyes were getting watery, and a rosy color tried to take over her cheeks. He didn’t know what to do, or if what he was about to do was ok, but he went along with it, and taking a deep breath, his hand went up to (Y/N)’s cheek and gently stroke it. She trembled under his touch and in T’Challa’s mind, the worst fears played.

“Don’t do this, T’Challa.” She mumbled. “Get away from me before it’s too late.” She tried to free herself from his grip. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“How about you let me decide if I want to get hurt or not?” He softly asked, not wanting to let go of her. “And how about you come out of your bedchamber to socialize? I’ll be hosting a party at the palace in two nights, and I’d love to take you as my date.”

“I don’t even have a dress.” (Y/N) stuttered.

“I’m quite sure Ms. Maximoff can handle that for both of us.” He leaned in to kiss (Y/N)’s cheek and bowed his head before saying his goodbyes.

“T’Challa, wait!” She screamed, running her way up to him; who, with long steps, had already gotten a few meters away. “I haven’t even said yes.”

“Well,” he smiled, “I will go by your room in two days and if you’re wearing pajamas, then I’ll know you’ve turned down my invitation.” T’Challa took (Y/N)’s hand and lifted it enough to kiss it, looking straight into her eyes.

And two days from then, King T’Challa knocked on (Y/N)’s golden doors, only to be welcomed by one of the maidens that was in charge of her. Inside the dormitory, Wanda was finishing the last details of (Y/N)’s dress. The king couldn’t help to smile at the sight of such a beautiful woman. She wore a long, navy blue dress that even though it was not tight, it still held on to her curves perfectly. She turned around, almost in slow motion, and smiled back at the dark complexioned man that so fondly looked at her.

She looked like a dream come true; like his own little piece of heaven was on earth, right in front of his very eyes.

“You’re gorgeous,” T’Challa said in amusement, “and you look gorgeous too.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, your highness.” (Y/N) smiled as she bowed her head.

They walked together through the hallway that lead to the big ballroom where a lot of people had gathered for a celebration that (Y/N) was not aware of. The couple greeted some of the guests and everyone kept mentioning how gorgeous T’Challa’s companion was. She did not feel afraid of hurting anybody, because having him by her side was enough to keep her mind occupied. She was very grateful for his ministrations to her, and she wouldn’t have enough life to thank him for everything he had done.

Not only he managed to make her speak of her past, but she also felt like she had a friend, someone she could really count on, and (Y/N) appreciated that the most.

Once the greetings and protocol salutes were over, the two were offered a glass of champagne to start the night; (Y/N) was not a drinker, and mostly because of her uncontrolled powers, she declined the drink as asked for some water instead.

“You never told me what you’re celebrating.” (Y/N) mentioned at the table. They were sitting together, and in order to speak to him, she had to lean in closer. T’Challa shivered lightly at the feeling of her breath close to his skin.

“It’s my father’s birthday today,” he explained, “and it’s a tradition to remember the birthdays of a king or a queen. I suppose mine will be remembered one day.” He replied with a soft smile. (Y/N) corresponded the smile with a soft giggle. “Hey! You’re smiling, that’s a progress.”

“I have a good reason to smile tonight.” She conceded. “You know, I never met your father… but he sure as hell did a great job bringing you up.” She sighed. “You’re a great man, T’Challa, and you’re going to be an even greater king.” T’Challa smiled nervously; he was used to receive compliments about his duty as the new king of Wakanda, but if they came from (Y/N)’s lips, the compliments felt a hundred times better and it made his heart beat faster than ever. “I don’t think I can thank you enough for taking me out of my bedroom… I had forgotten how it felt to be with people, like real people.” She shook her head and giggled. Then, she leaned her head on T’Challa’s shoulder and felt how he tenderly kissed her hair.

“Shall we dance?” He asked, after a moment in silence.

The musicians started to play a slow tune, perfect for a romantic dance. The two stood up and headed for the center of the dance-floor. For the first time, (Y/N) felt extremely nervous and self-conscious around the king. There had never been that little space between them; not even at the Leipzig airport, and not even when they were all rescued from The Raft. She shivered when his big hand softly placed on the small of her back, not too low, but not up high. She took a deep breath before relaxing again and taking the hand that he offered.

When she looked up, she could’ve sworn T’Challa’s eyes were in the shape of a heart. He looked down at her and smiled when he found she was looking at him. He looked away with a winner grin and he led the slow movements of their bodies.

“Is there a special person you left back home?” He softly asked.

“No, I didn’t.” (Y/N) replied in a defeated voice. “Love has not been good with me. I told you, I hurt everyone I love.” She quickly looked away. “I just don’t think I’ll ever be good enough for someone. I mean just look at me—”

“I am,” T’Challa cut her off, “and I have done it for a while… and I have to say it; you’re the most gorgeous woman that I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re just saying it to make me feel better.” (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief.

“I wish I did—” T’Challa let go of her hand and placed it on her cheek, cupping it gently—“but I’m not. It’s hard to put it into words, especially with this many people around us, but you’re good enough for me, and you’re so, so good that I believe I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, (Y/N).”

“I—I… I just don’t know what to say.” She stammered. “T’Challa—I—”

“You needn’t say a thing,” he assured her, nodding his head once, “just promise me you’ll never say something like you’re not good enough again. You are good enough, you’re more than good enough, and you don’t hurt the people you love, and you have my word about it.”

Out of a sudden, T’Challa felt brave enough to lean in and gently press his lips on hers before she could argue any more. It didn’t take long for her to realize what the blabbering was about; she wasn’t really sure if she felt the same, or even if she was able to feel something for somebody again, but the safety his arms, walls and gates provided were more than enough to make her consider giving that leap of faith.

“T’Challa, I need you to hear me out on this one.” She pulled away from him. “This is not easy for me, and I… I don’t know if I feel the same about you.”

“I will not push you into something you don’t want.” He assured. “Set the boundaries and I’ll respect them. I like you, but I want you to be happy, even if it means without me.”

“And what if that’s exactly it?”

“We’ll figure that out together, then.” He leaned in, but instead of kissing her lips, T’Challa kissed her forehead as they kept dancing.

Trimberly Week (D1)

*swan dives late into Trimberly Week* *splash*

Hey everyone, sorry I’m late but I was on vacation all last week and weekend and only just got back. It was great but when I logged on it was like I had missed a months worth of content! This fandom is amazing! Anywho, here’s my contribution and another post is sure to follow soon.

Coffee Shop/College/Fake Dating au

  • Kim meets Jason when they’re six
    • he moves into the house down the road from hers but since they live in the mountains and there’s nobody else close by they’re essentially neighbors
    • his mom offers to babysit Kim while her parents work and thus they become best friends
  • They’re twelve and at Amanda Clark’s birthday party when they’re dared to kiss
    • It’s a little gross and a lot awkward and it lasts five seconds but they’re the talk of their friends for weeks
    • that night however when Jason’s mom picks them up and they’re chilling in his room playing video games Jason confesses
      • Jason: “I… I think I like boys.”
      • Kim: “Oh… me too. And girls.”
      • Jason: “Oh. Cool cool.”
    • they pinkie swear not to tell anyone else
  • They start “dating” when they’re fourteen
    • they’re freshmen and Jason’s dad worked him into shape so when he tries out for the football team he makes varsity
    • and Kim has always been a fan of gymnastics so she joins cheer
  • but then one day at lunch, one of the older football guys makes a joke about how gay Jason is for the captain
    • its supposed to be a hazzing thing, but Jason really does have a crush on the captain and he freaks out too much not to raise at least a few suspicions
    • and Kim knows how bad it could get if Jason’s father found out about his son being a homosexual, not to mention social suicide by the other kids in highschool
    • so she waltzes up to the football table and plants one on Jason in front of everybody
      • Kim: “You wish Jason was in love with you Zeke. But get in line, I was here first.”
    • and everyone buys it
  • that night they come up with the ruse: pretend to date, appease their peers and their parents, and never tell a soul
  • it works… for the most part
    • because they’re best friends they love each other but theres a period of time when Jason really questions his sexuality
    • Kim tries to help and support him, to assure him that what he’s feeling isn’t wrong, but Jason’s insecure and scared
    • they argue and fight a lot of the time
    • then one night when they’re sixteen and at another party thrown by Amanda, they get drunk and sleep together
      • and it’s super awkward
    • after its over they’re just lying in Jason’s bed when Jason jokes
      • “Yeah… definitely gay.”
    • and Jason has to smother Kim with a pillow she’s laughing so hard
  • And then senior year happens and shit hits the proverbial fan
  • because Jason gets detention for wrecking his car and Kim gets detention for kicking Ty Flemming’s ass because he was being homophobic and trying to spread shit about Jason and because Ty is Amanda’s boyfriend, out goes cheerleading
  • but then Jason meets Billy Cranston and Kim meets Trini Gomez
    • and Billy’s smart and silly and amazingly wonderful and Jason really really likes him
    • and Trini’s aloof and snarky and honest if not absolutely adorable and Kim really really likes her
    • and more times than not the couple spend the time they’re together talking about their respective crushes
  • And of course no one knows Jason and Kim aren’t really dating
    • and Billy’s confused because he thinks Jason’s hitting on him but he’s horrible at reading people and he keeps telling himself that it’s just Jason being friendly because he has a girlfriend
    • and poor Trini has to deal with Kim constantly flirting with her and trying her damnedest not to give in because Kim has a boyfriend and she’s straight
  • which just about blows up in all their faces
  • Trini’s still struggling with her sexuality and lets slip to Kim one night that she’s gay and Kim is like, oh honey i’ve known
  • but she’s mayhaps a bit too enthusiastic because Trini goes on the defensive and says Kim doesn’t understand, that she doesn’t get it
  • and then Kim accidentally lets slip Jason’s gay
    • and when Kim tries to explain the whole “fake dating” thing and her being bi and Jason being gay, Trini “nopes” it out of Kim’s window
    • Kim chases after her and tackles her over a cliff into a pond
      • Trini: “What is wrong with you?!”
      • Kim: “Well I’m in love with you but I wouldn’t say that’s ‘wrong’.”
      • Trini: *shook*
  • Kim totally kisses her after that but since they’re up in the mines they get caught by Billy and Jason
    • (Billy had told Jason they were going treasure hunting and Jason was almost in the same boat as Kim)
  • So they explain to Billy and to Trini again that they’re not really dating and that they’re in love with them, but now no one knows what to do because outing themselves could mean hell, both at school and at home
  • (I sorta forgot about Zack until this point, my poor baby. Just pretend he’s Billy and Trini’s friend whom they go to with their Jason and Kim problems)
  • Zack comes up with the plan
    • They’ve got a month til graduation so Kim and Jason will continue to “date” and then break up over the summer and since they’re all going to the same university, they all get a place off campus and then Jason can be with Billy and Kim can be with Trini
    • because Bily’s uncomfortable engaging in any type of relationship while Jason’s still technically with Kim and Trini agrees that she doesn’t want to be a side piece, even if Kim and Jason aren’t technically dating
  • It’s difficult but they follow the plan… mostly
    • Kim and Jason win Prom King and Queen but instead of dancing together they break up on stage and then bounce, Billy and Trini following discreetly behind them
    • everyone’s stil in shock when Zack jumps on stage and steals both crowns, calling himself the “Almighty Prom Quing” before highjacking the music and crowd surfing before he’s chased out by chaperons
  • They graduate and spend the summer sneaking around with each other before Kim finds a place off campus and they move in within the week

Bonus:

  • Zack ends up moving into the basement because that’s the only place sound doesn’t travel to and he can finally get some sleep
    • the new rule is to always knock before entering any room and then knock again just to be sure
epitome of love - cth imagine

a/n: so, I did it! I had this thought in my mind for a while, and I decided to turn it into an imagine 💕
summary: some major fluff about a lazy night in with Calum the king Hood.
shipping: boyfriend!cal//girlfriend!Y/N

There was no way one could tell which body was which. Getting together meant forming a knot so strongly tied it couldn’t be untangled or torn apart, and if you look in the distance, you could hardly say they were two. Maybe because they weren’t. Under the blankets of a cozy fall night they were only one. And oh, let me tell you it felt good. It felt good to lay your head on your beloved boyfriend’s chest, and listen to his heart the same way a musician closely heard an orchestra; to take in his familiar musky scent like you needed it, as if it was the oxygen your lungs relied on.

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AU

Izuocha AU where Izuku has a flower shop and Uraraka is a gardener who sells him some plants.
They become friends fast because they are super easygoing.
Izuku likes her first because she reminds him of a sunflower: strong, beautiful and bright. Uraraka starts to like him because he’s a super hard working guy, AND the kindest boy ever.
When the day is over, Uraraka usually goes to the flower shop to ask how the day went, and also see if her plant-babies are okay (SeeingIzukuIsObviouslyABonusOfCourse) While sharing tea.
One day Uraraka gaines confidence and tells Izuku she likes him. He gets really nervous and red, and doesn’t say anything, what makes Uraraka feel super embarrased and make her run away.

The next day, she doesn’t want to go to the shop, but hey, it’s her job. She is getting paid with a month of anticipation, and… She really likes Izuku after all.
When she gets there, she delivers everything HELLA FAST, screaming something like “HEY DEKU HOW ARE YOU NICE TO SEE YOU GOTTA GO BYE” and gets out of the shop as fast as she can.
She feels someone running at her and grabbing her arm, while saying"PLEASE, WAIT"

It’s Deku.

He has a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands.

He’s wearing a dirty yellow apron, and green globes, too.
He’s sweating. It could be because of how fast he ran, but he seems pretty nervous.
He doesn’t say anything, but gives her the bouquete, while blushing hard.

“You grew on me, too” Izuku shyly says.

Uraraka laughs.

a traitor, i’d trade her in a second

*deep sigh* she has returned. drama club AU is back with PART FOUR!! honestly im in love with these two loser nerds and i hope you love them (and this) too :’) part one part two part three and awaaaaaay we go!! (feel free to yell in my inbox after this)

JAKE’S HOUSE, 1624 HOURS, GETTING THROWN UNDER A BURNING BUS BY HIS OWN MOTHER

“What? Mom, I didn’t ask Amy out!”

Karen appears to understand, nodding conspiratorially. “Ahh, you’re doing the playing hard to get thing, I see.”

She winks, something which Jake does not appreciate, and his entire face burns as he takes a deep, deep sigh.

“That’s not what’s going on at all. Amy’s my enemy,” he considers spelling it out, but he thinks that would be pushing it. “She’s supposed to be the worst!

“You kiss your enemy with that mouth?” Karen teases, and it’s very obvious where Jake gets his playful nature from.

Jake covers his forehead with his palm, turning around only when he hears Amy snickering to herself.

Really? He mouths, and she shrugs in response. At least someone is enjoying this painfully awkward situation.

“What do you mean she’s your enemy?” Karen continues, genuinely confused, as though she has no idea about Jake and Amy’s decade-long rivalry. “You talk about her all the time.”

Jake stiffens, refusing to turn around because Amy must look incredibly smug right now.

“Yeah, but only to complain.”

“Wasn’t your last ‘complaint’ about how annoying her pretty face is?”

“NO IT WASN’T MOM! I’VE NEVER THOUGHT AMY WAS PRETTY IN MY LIFE!

If Amy could see Jake’s face now, she would know that his cheeks blush a bright crimson. Yes, that’s right. Crimson.

“Now Jake, that’s a very mean thing to say about your girlfriend,” Karen chides, disappointed in her useless lying son. “Our guest Amy must be so upset-” she turns around, and realizes she’s wrong, “oh wait- she’s smiling, never mind.”

“That’s because she’s not my girlfriend! She’s my enemy and you’re giving her way too much ammo!”


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anonymous asked:

That Hokage Obito anon got me thinking: What if no one else is LEFT? Sure you've got plenty if dedicated, even decently skilled shinobi filling the ranks, but no one else who has the strategic mind and raw POWER to be a leader is left, ay least not in any condition to do so. That leaves Obito, who doesnt WANT it anymore, but it does put him in a position to research the hell out of how to fix everything. Like, say, going back in time to kick Zetsu in the teeth....

REALLY HOW DARE YOU 


“No,” Obito says, flat and cold.

It’s testament to how much she’s hardened over the last year that Hinata doesn’t even blink. She certainly doesn’t waver, feet planted firmly on the other side of the bed and eyes fixed on him.

“Do you really think I would come to you if there was any other option?” she asks quietly.

“Do you really think I care?” Obito retorts, and he doesn’t look away from Sakura’s gaunt, wasted face, pale against the hospital sheets.

There’s a long pause, and then a soft pad of steps interrupted by the click of a crutch. Hinata limps forward until she’s hovering over the bed as well, looking down at her friend, and her mouth pulls into an unhappy slant, her pale eyes full of grief.

“The Clan Heads agreed,” she tells him. “Unanimously. I don’t think that’s ever happened before.”

Obito snorts before he can help it, both at the flicker of tired humor and the thought of calling the ragged assortment of shinobi Clan Heads. They’re children, or just barely beyond it. The children he fought in the last war, dragged into seats of power they’re not ready for, and Obito isn’t going to be among them.

“Give it to Gai,” he says instead, because Gai probably would have been Kakashi’s choice, if he’d survived to take the hat back.

“I admire Gai greatly,” Hinata says quietly, “but he’s not Hokage material. There are some decisions he won’t be able to make, and they’re the ones we need right now.”

It’s true, though Obito doesn’t want it to be. Gai is strategic, but only when immediately involved in things, and he doesn’t have that streak of darkness in him that most shinobi do. It’s admirable, but it means that he makes decisions based on the right thing to do and sentiment and good choices. That will kill them all more quickly than the enemy could, right now.

A breath, and Hinata leans forward, bracing a hand on the railing of the bed to meet Obito’s eyes. She holds them steadily, sharp and intent, and there’s exhaustion in the lines of her face but also a determination that echoes with painful familiarity.

“Naruto would have wanted it,” she says, a killing blow.

Obito takes a breath, closing his eyes. Naruto, who they found on the battlefield far too late to save. Naruto, who Hinata screamed and wept over, even as Ino tried to drag her back. Naruto, whose death drove Sasuke to recklessness that killed him within a week, and left the burden of the Hokage’s position on Sakura, where it might as well have killed her.

“Please,” Hinata whispers, loud in the silence of the room. She’s not crying, but Obito would feel better if she were—the grief in her should be too much for any one body to contain. “You’re a strategist, and you’re stronger than anyone left. You’re smart, calculating, ruthless—you’re everything we need in a Hokage right now. I wouldn’t ask, I wouldn’t want this, but Obito—you’re our only choice.”

The ache is overwhelming. Obito lets himself fold forward, pressing his hands over his face. He doesn’t want this, either. It was a dream, once, but.

But.

Obito is three decades and a thousand worlds away from the little boy who wanted acknowledgement, who would have done anything to be Hokage and be seen. Like this, with enemies at the gate and poison in the water, with all of the Hidden Villages beset and their numbers dwindling, with no way to win and the only goal being to hold out as long as possible until someone can figure out who and what these creatures are—

This isn’t what Obito meant, when he once said he wanted to be Hokage.

A sharp, shuddering breath, and Obito scrubs his hands over his face. Damn Kakashi to hell and back, leaving him alone like this. Damn him for dying at the start of all this, damn Naruto for getting himself killed saving their forces, damn Sasuke for following him, and damn Sakura for sacrificing herself to put up a barrier around Konoha. There are only a handful of Konoha’s best remaining, and all of them are scarred and tired and worn down. They’re dying, as a village.

But Obito—well. If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s surviving against all odds.

“Unanimously?” he asks, because he’s spent the last five years a near-prisoner, and understandably so. Too valuable to kill, repentant as he was, but too dangerous to let go free, with too many sins on his head regardless. Kakashi had overseen his confinement, right up until the battles started getting fiercer. Right up until Konoha started losing, which isn’t a thing that has ever happened before. Konoha is the strongest of the villages, by far, and the attacks on them are proportionately merciless.

“Unanimously,” Hinata confirms, and Obito looks up at her. She isn’t wearing her hitai-ate, and the faded mark of the Caged Bird Seal stands out against her skin, the short bob of her dark hair. Hanabi had gotten Sakura to alter the seals, tie them to the Clan Head so that her death would remove the seal entirely, and Obito wonders if Hinata has forgiven her sister for that yet. For making plans for her death, rather than just fighting to survive.

Hinata, he thinks sometimes, has become a little too much like Naruto, after all these years. All his best parts, and all his worst. It’s…comforting, even when it shouldn’t be.

It’s the reason he recognizes the light in her eyes right now, the relief and buried joy. Hinata might present the perfect appearance of a Hyuuga Clan Head to those around her, but they both loved Naruto with the same ferocity, the same blind devotion. It leaves them open to each other, and Obito should probably hate it, but he can’t bring himself to.

They’re both of them broken and dimmed and fading, but Naruto was their sun even if his eyes were focused elsewhere. Maybe it’s not a comfortable connection, but it’s what they have.

“What did you find?” he asks, and knows it’s something. Something that’s given Hinata hope.

She takes a breath, doesn’t look away from Obito’s mismatched eyes, Rinnegan and Sharingan both. “Sasuke had a theory,” she says, and her mouth curls with faint pain at the name. “I found his notes. He thought—the shadows. They could be remnants of Kaguya, working on instinct.”

It makes a horrific kind of sense, and Obito swallows, feeling his stomach turn. Kaguya and her influence, targeting chakra, devouring life. It fits, even though he doesn’t want it to. “And?”

Hinata smiles, bare and tired, and shifts her crutch out of the way as she carefully settles into the chair across from him, with Sakura’s painful, rasping breaths between them. “I was looking through the library,” she confesses, looking down at her folded hands, and in the middle of a war as fierce as this one, it is a confession. They’re supposed to be sleeping, or training, or fighting, with no time left for other things. “There were…references. To kinjutsus. Kinjutsus that only the Hokage can access.”

Obito contemplates her for a moment, considering. Konoha’s forbidden jutsus are by and large Tobirama’s creations, requiring massive amounts of chakra but also pinpoint control, and of the shinobi left in the village, Obito is probably the only one who can manage both. “Specific kinjutsus, I assume,” he prompts.

Hinata’s smile gains an edge, and she’s beautiful, worn but still fighting, grieving from the loss of so very many people but still forging ahead. Obito’s seen her with Karin, wrapped together with all the desperation of love in wartime, and he hopes it’s made her happy even as he knows it will never be enough for anyone.

“Did you know another Uchiha had Kamui?” she asks.

Obito blinks, taken aback. He hadn’t, but then, Zetsu and Madara hadn’t been inclined to tell him much of anything, and he hadn’t spent time in the Uchiha records whenever he managed to sneak into Konoha. He eyes Hinata, raising a brow, and she actually laughs.

“The Nidaime recorded his encounters with an Uchiha kunoichi who he thought could bend time when she teleported,” she says. “And then he tried to recreate the ability. The Flying Thunder God was the result, when he realized she was bending space, but before that…”

Before that the Nidaime had been experimenting with altering time, and if anyone could manage it, it would be a mad genius like Tobirama.

Obito breathes in, shaky and uncertain, and shakes himself. He thinks of it, of the applications and logistics, of when and how and where they could step in to create the greatest number of ripples, and then thinks about kicking Zetsu in the teeth.

“I’m in,” he says, and the smile that twists his face is all teeth. “As long as you’re coming with me.”

“And Karin,” Hinata says, determined, and when Obito casts her a glance—because Hinata is a viciously selfish creature, and it’s one of the things he likes best about her, but he’d like an explanation for this particular idea—she tips her chin up and says, “She’s an Uzumaki.”

And really, that’s all the justification anyone could need, Obito thinks, wry. With those chakra levels and that brain, not to mention that will—

“She knows?” he asks.

Hinata smiles, just a little. “It was her idea in the first place,” she says.

Yeah, looking for a time-travel jutsu sounds like an Uzumaki solution, without a doubt. But Obito just snorts, shaking his head, and pushes to his feet. One last glance at Sakura, a friend and an ally and someone he’d never thought to like, but who had managed to earn his admiration anyway, and then he steps around the bed and offers Hinata his hand. She takes it, delicate pale fingers sliding into his scarred ones, and he pulls her to her feet.

“I’ll take the hat,” he tells her. “But only long enough to raid the vaults. And next time? Lead with that.”

Hinata laughs, short but warm with pure relief, and grips his hand tightly. “Where?” she asks. “Or—when?”

Obito considers it. Three options, depending on whether he and Karin together can gather enough chakra, but the best… “Back to the beginning,” he says. “The Warring Clans era. We find Zetsu and destroy him, and then Kaguya isn’t a problem anymore.”

She smiles, full of sharp edges and blades in the dark, fractured pieces she’s only barely holding together. It’s beautiful, like a red sun over a killing field. Obito thinks of stepping onto the battlefield of the Warring Clans time with her, and grins right back, all vicious humor and the promise of blood.

Maybe they can’t save their world, not the way they want to, but this is might be the next best thing.

Miss Peregrine’s Wards when they’re sad

the requests are coming out real soon so here’s a lil thing before eveyrything else 

- Jacob keeps it to himself and sucks at it. It’s very noticeable from the way he hesitantly looks at people or usually always just looks away. He becomes a soft bean that loses his sass. Does not cry or makes sure nobody sees, especially Emma and Miss P but looks like a tired furball baby when he does.

- Emma stares so hard at something, she might as well not notice how much fire she’s setting on it. She clutches her chest to make the sinking stop. She keeps it to herself as well but everyone somehow finds out from the way she tries to keep her breaking voice calm.

- Bronwyn buries her face in her hands and she just can’t stop herself from weeping. She cries very rarely because she has been the strong one for too long. She doesn’t break things in fear she would scare the younger ones. And she just crouches down and cries. Olive thinks it’ll make Wyn feel better if she lets her wear her tiara - which sorta works.

- Enoch is swallowed in crippling depression and countless thoughts of violence, idek what to say anymore. He’s a sad kid all the time and rarely gets excited. Hugs make him cry if you manage to get it out of him. 

- Fiona is very hard to read. Especially her emotions. She only ever pours it out to Hugh and they have to be isolated. She accidentally overgrows plants or something but no one really cares. They just want her to be human and weep and just not hold back anymore. Everyone is protective over her, especially when she’s going through rough times.

- Millard is a very depressed boy over his insecurities. He gets better quick but when it stays, it’s bad. He harms himself just to let perhaps drops of blood coat around his hand he hasn’t seen for who knows when. And he harms himself to see if he really is human like the others tell him. You’re not sure if you’ve made him feel better because he acts like he’s better - and you can’t scan his eyes for it; because you just can’t see them.

- Olive sniffs and whimpers, tries to be as strong as Wyn but is just a smol, innocent lil princess. It breaks everyone’s heart to see the optimist break down and give up. Even Enoch would tear up a little to see Olive in tears. Everyone makes sure she’s better. They will not let anything break her.

- Hugh gets very mad and breaks things a lot. Fiona tries to stop him but he ends up falling to his knees and weeping so hard. Except now, he doesn’t have Fiona. He usually runs so far away from them and gets lost for a maximum of a week, succumbing in heartache and tears, trying to find her, trying to see if she’s running back or maybe a growing plant somewhere, just a sign. Just one sign.

- Claire is so bloody loud. Just so loud. But so flawless, her tears seem golden. She tries to shut herself up by muffling her voice, biting her golden locks and she looks like a sad, adorable puppy, Jacob would love to squish her. She manages to make herself feel better all of a sudden which is why she makes up the backbone of them all. 

- Horace is a drama queen. But when he’s depressed, he writes anything down. Poems mostly and only Millard is sad enough to understand him as well. They’re like brothers and understand how they don’t need advice, they just need someone to sad it down for them.

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Originally posted by aniskyvalker

Warren Worthington III x Reader

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Author: Morgan

Prompt(s): “Could you maybe write some type of soulmate thing with Warren? I absolutely love your stories!!” and “Warren soulmate thing? Where like some people are born with marks that represent their soulmate in some way, and you have wings on your back and Warren has something somewhere that goes with your mutation, like if the reader had electrokinesis or something he would have a lightning bolt?”

Note: I am a sucker for soulmate AUs. Also, this is a really interesting concept, and I really like it. Reader has plant powers, just because I think it might be confusing for Warren with Storm and all. Like she has Electric powers and you wouldn’t want things getting mixed up, you feel?

Warnings: APOCALYPSE SPOILERSSS!!!

Living in a mutant fight club was hell. Every day, Warren was forced to fight mutant after mutant. Some of them walked away fine. Others…not so much. And sometimes, he was the one that got hurt. It was no way to live, but one thing got him through the long days and lonely nights. The marks on his arm.

Yes, Warren was a mutant, it was true. He had giant, magnificent wings, but he also had soulmate marks. They were etched into his arms, trailing upwards from the veins in his wrists. Leafy vines, twisting and turning, a few flowers here and there.

He stared at them before he went to bed, often tracing them gently with his fingers when he was alone. It was his solace. His safe place. When he was thinking of his soulmate, whoever and wherever she was, he felt like all of this trouble was worth it if it meant he got to meet her eventually.

And then Apocalypse came. Warren was broken, sad, alone, and Apocalypse had scooped him up, tempted him into doing his bidding. But after Warren was rescued, he went with the others, to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

It was one of his first days there. He walked through the courtyard, surrounded by his new friends. And then he saw you. You were standing under the biggest tree on the campus, arms wide open. Your back was to him, and on your back, etched into the skin under your green dress was a very distinct pair of feathery wings. He broke into a run, leaving the others behind as he ran to meet you.

“Warren, where are you going?” asked Scott, but he spotted the marks on your back. It was you. Warren’s soulmate.

Warren stopped, standing just behind you. He took a breath, running his fingers through his curly blonde locks and puffing out his muscular chest. He straightened out the sleeves of his leather jacket. Finally, he reached forward and tapped your shoulder.

You turned around. He gasped softly, taken aback by how beautiful you were. But he was also scared, terrified beyond words. Would you like him for him? Metal wings and all? Or would you reject him as everyone in his life had before the Mansion?

“Hi,” you smiled, greeting him. Suddenly, your smile faded and your eyes went wide. “Oh my God, you’re…you’re my…” you started tearing up. Here it was. The rejection. Warren’s shoulders fell, preparing for the worst.

And then you hugged him. It was a tight, nearly bone-crushing hug, but he loved it more than words could describe.

“You have no idea…” you sobbed gently, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting to meet you.”

“Aww, don’t cry.” He held you tight, rubbing your back. He smiled, one of his first real smiles in a long, long time. “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”

“I always knew you would come,” you whispered. “Oh my God, I don’t even know your name.”

“Warren,” he introduced. “What’s yours?”

“(Y/N),” you replied. “I just…I want to know everything about you.”

“Well, now we have all the time in the world.” he chuckled. You peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, smiling brightly. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe the most beautiful girl in the entire world was wrapped up in his arms and kissing him relentlessly. After all of the pain, all of the fighting, all of the loss, the war, you were here and everything would be better.

***

Later that night, you were laying on top of him on one of the many couches at the Mansion. Your fingers traced his muscles. He watched you, smiling softly.

“I never imagined in all of that, that I would ever find you.” Warren whispered, one of his hands stroked your cheek. “I wish you could have seen my wings before. They were beautiful.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. You gently rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Warren, everything about you is beautiful,” you told him.

“I love you so much.” he pressed a long, tender kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too,” you smiled, scanning his face before you kissed him full on the lips.

Warren knew one thing for certain. He would never get enough of this.

anonymous asked:

heyyy, i really love your fic recs and i was wondering if you know any secret relationship fics? thanks xx

I can try !

- I’ll show you my heart. , by arrowtomyheart : an AU where Harry is a famous celebrity and Louis is minding his own business in the streets when he gets knocked over by paparazzi trying to get photos of Harry.  (30k, M)

- Behind The Lights , by Tomlinsontoes : Inspired by Maid in Manhattan, but not the same at all. (61k, M)

- Unbelievers , by @isthatyoularry:It’s Louis’ senior year, and he’s dead set on doing it right. However, along with his pair of cleats, a healthy dose of sarcasm and his ridiculous best friend, he’s also got a complicated family, a terrifyingly uncertain future, and a mortal enemy making his life just that much worse. Mortal enemies “with benefits” was not exactly the plan.Or: The one where Louis and Harry definitely aren’t friends, and football is everything. (136k, E)

- We’re on fire now , by @lucystarkid​ : Harry loves Louis. Louis loves Harry. Fantastic, right? It can’t get much better than falling head-long in love with your best friend? Sometimes, falling in love is the easy part. When you’re in the biggest band in the world, and your boss comes from the old school where ‘fans want to date their idols’ nothing is going to be straight forward. Through the tough times, Harry and Louis find that family and friends can do amazing things. Even the worst people can change when pushed. And that as long as it’s built on sturdy foundations, love really can conquer all.Featuring: Harry and Louis in love. Fabulously supportive Gemma. Fierce lioness mum’s. A band of brothers. And Simon being Simon.  Set several months in to the iron closet, featuring angst, smut and an eventual happy ending. (40k, E)

- burn to ash , by @bethaboolou​ : Harry is sitting there, so fucking casual, and Louis realizes in a split second he was not ready. When Harry walked out in Detroit and never looked back, he was a boy verging on a man, still only twenty years old, but there’s a man in his place now. Hard and resolute, yes, but still, for the first time in a long time, Louis can kind of see the old Harry in him. The soft, directness of his gaze, the hesitant smile he gives to Lou, the way he wrings his ridiculously large hands in his lap.He’s a little bit the eager sixteen year old puppy dog again, his innocence and sweetness resurrected miraculously, and Louis freezes in place. He was prepared to face the asshole Harry. He was prepared to meet a whole new Harry. Louis is not prepared to meet one of the old incarnations of Harry, and it absolutely tears him up.Or the fic where Harry spirals out of control, the band breaks up, and then he shows back up, five years later. (116k, E, past secret relationship)

- Just For Me      by @canonlarry : Harry is a supermodel with a fake boyfriend. Louis is the captain and star forward of Manchester United with a fake girlfriend. They should have no problem having a completely platonic lunch between friends.(They do.) (9.5k, E)

- We’re Like Bumper Cars, by  sincehewaseighteen  Or the AU where Louis and Harry are rivals of the century and Cross Country competitors before things get complicated and they play pretend. (31k, E)

- one more for the stars by  imsosorry :   It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me?(au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.) (16k, M)

- Fall Into Your Gravity, by zarah5 : AU. In which Harry is an overnight pop sensation and Louis steals plants, Zayn pulls Liam’s proverbial pigtails and Niall’s really just pleased there are more girls for him. (74k, E)

- all of our important nothings , by  deadspy : Louis stares down at his phone for an eternity before typing out the message.  does she know that paper plane necklace was a gift from my mum to you our first christmas together??? He immediately regrets sending it. He knows it doesn’t matter. Knows Taylor’s necklace is a cheap knockoff of the one Harry had always worn so proudly— knows the way he’d smiled at it, lifting it slowly from the small box he’d been given it to in, the way Jay had met Louis’ eyes from across the room and winked, how it had dangled from Harry’s neck that night as he rode Louis on his childhood bed, the little silver airplane catching on the lights from cars passing by on the road outside shining into his room and casting soft reds and yellows over Harry’s pale skin.[Harry and Louis are in love, Haylor happens, and Louis battles quite a few demons along the way.] (27k, E)

- Emperor’s New Clothes , by sunsetmog  : The fact that Louis’s most precious belonging was a cat with a face like thunder and an uncanny ability to cover every single inch of Louis’s clothing with cat hair was something that Louis chose not to think about too much.or: Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship. (92k, E)

- It’s No Secret  , by ivorydreams : It’s not that Harry and Louis are hiding the fact that they’re in a relationship. It’s not them being ashamed of each other. People just never noticed.Or the one where no one knows Harry Styles, the ‘nerd’, and Louis Tomlinson, 'mr. popular football captain’, are in  a romantic relationship. (3k, M)

- so keep my candle bright , by whisperdlullaby : louis returns to his hometown after four years to find that the reverend’s son has done some growing up of his own. (78k, E)

anonymous asked:

the main four + mettaton receiving a kiss on the corner of the mouth from their crush after a day of hanging out?

Sans:

…heh. Wow, he knew you were sweet, but he wasn’t expecting so much sugar. He wasn’t expecting you to just lay one on him like that. Don’t worry, he’s not mad though. Just…kind of out of it, for a little while. It takes him a few seconds to process, but after that he’s on cloud nine. He spends the rest of the day spouting the worst puns possible, all with a huge (genuine) grin on his face. Despite the fact that the puns drive Papyrus crazy, he can’t help but note how happy his brother looks.

Papyrus:

OH!! He’s fallen right into your trap!! You mastermind!! You fiend!! You devil!!! Well, now he has no choice!!! He, the Great Papyrus, will do you the honor of becoming your date-mate!!! …That is why you kissed him right?? Of course it was! Your feelings (& subsequently his feelings as well) are very obvious!!! Don’t think this has ended just yet date-mate, he’s still got a trick up his sleeve! It’s…HOLDING YOUR HAND!!!!

Undyne:

Ah. Fufufu, you sneaky little devil!! You totally got her, holy crap!! I hope you like noogies, because she’s giving you noogies. You might have caught her off-guard, but don’t count on doing it again!! She’s gonna get you back for this–with a couple hundred smooches of her own!!! …If that’s okay with you, that is.

Alphys:

…?? She just kinda stands there blankly for a minute, completely oblivious, before the realization just smacks into her like a train. Her entire face goes red & next thing you know she’s screaming internally like a stereotypical anime girl. All the while rambling about how ohmygod was that a kiss did you just kiss her she totally wasn’t prepared her breath probably smells & she didn’t even kiss you back ohmygod are you going to kiss again can you please???

Mettaton:

Oh! Goodness darling, if you wanted a kiss, you could have just asked. He quickly returns the favor, planting one on your cheek with as much glamour & pizzazz as he can muster. If you really wanted to dazzle him, darling, you would have aimed a little more to the left. No problem, though, you just need a little practice~.