Ok but, has anyone noticed that in BvS Diana never truly smiles? She justs smirks sometimes and things like that, she doesn’t form a full face smile of happiness in any of her present day clips like she does many times in her story, when she smiles because of the snowing and when she makes Charlie sing, her happiness showing despite the hardships.

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How many girls do you think Alex accidentally flirted with before she realized she was gay? Like she was SO flirting with Maggie before she realized but like how often do you think that happened and she just thought she was being nice or whatever? Fucking oblivious gay nerd.

She’s six and the girl’s brothers had left her all alone in the sand as they dashed into the ocean, yelping and shoving and splashing each other as they barrel deeper into the water.

The girl looks lonely and the girl looks listless, and Alex knows the feeling.

“You don’t like the ocean?” she asks without preamble, because six year old social code permits so much more direct communication than older codes will.

The girl turns to her and sighs. Her face is pretty, even when it’s sad, and Alex bites the inside of her cheek. “I’ll just slow my brothers down,” she says, and Alex holds out an open hand.

“You won’t slow me down.”

They take each wave together, the girl never letting go of Alex’s hand, and Alex never wanting her to.

Eliza, watching from their balcony overlooking the beach, is proud that her shy little Alexandra is finally making a friend.

She’s ten and the pretty girl from homeroom has the best science fair poster in the whole lunchroom.

Except for Alex’s, of course, but Alex doesn’t mention that when she tells her that it looks great, and how did she get such clear images of a monthly progression of sunspots from a homemade pinhole camera?

Alex thinks the girl blushes, but it must be because she’s shy, or maybe she doesn’t like talking in such a crowded, bustling space. Or it’s Alex’s imagination.

Either way, she decides that the best course of action is to keep complimenting the girl, because she deserves it, and if Alex’s life as a professional ten year old nerd is any indication, the girl can use all the compliments she can get.

She’s fourteen, and her newest surf instructor is eighteen, and Alex has never been nervous before classes before, but she almost throws up each time, now, because what if she messes up, and what if her instructor decides that Alex has only been accelerated to an advanced class by luck, and she demotes her back down to surfing with the other fourteen year olds, and – 

“Nice job, Danvers!” she calls, and Alex nearly spills off her board at the way her heart leaps, at the way she says her name.

When her boyfriend picks her up after class – her instructor’s boyfriend, not Alex’s, because who would ever want to date her, anyway? – Alex stands a little bit straighter, gets her instructor to laugh a little bit louder.

“Make sure he takes you somewhere nice: you only deserve the best places, you know?” she tells her, and she thinks she’s smooth, thinks she’s putting the college boy in his place, even though she’s not quite sure why she wants to.

She’s sixteen and Vicky Donahue is always on her mind. And that’s okay – they’re best friends, and best friends are supposed to always be on each other’s minds, right? – and Vicky is nice to Kara and Vicky smells so damn good and Alex wants to be just like her and she usually loves school but god the days before the nights she gets to sleep over at Vicky’s are horribly, horribly long.

Because Vicky’s mother keeps offering to set up an air mattress in Vicky’s room, and Alex keeps telling her, “It’s alright, Mrs. Donahue, you don’t have to go out of your way, I don’t mind the tight space, honest.” Because it is a tight space, sharing Vicky’s bed, but it means that Vicky’s body is close to hers, and best friends snuggle all the time, right?

And friends play dress up, too, even in high school, right, and when Vicky goes through her parents’ closets and tosses her top off without thinking to try on something new, Alex gulps extra hard and she blushes like she’s Kara and she stammers but she obeys when Vicky tells her to come zip her up, and she nearly kisses the back of her neck because friends are affectionate with each other, right, and she’s sincere when she tells her that she’s beautiful, that she’s the prettiest girl in the whole school, the whole town, and Vicky gives her something of a strange look, and she turns her back to Alex before she changes again.

She’s nineteen and she doesn’t have much use for English class, but that girl who sits across from her makes great drawings in her notebook and Alex has to tell her, right, because who doesn’t want to be complimented?

“Hey – I really like your uh… art.”

The girl giggles. “They’re just doodles.”

“No, but they’re really good! You’re really good.”

The girl shrugs, her eyes lingering on Alex’s face a beat too long. But not long enough.

She starts doodling for Alex, nudging her and edging her notebook toward her, sometimes ripping out the sketches and gifting them to a spluttering Alex. She keeps every one of them and she takes them out during long days in the lab, and she chews on the inside of her cheek, and she fantasizes about what the girl’s boyfriend probably likes to do to her in bed, because some of the doodles are a bit sexual, so it’s only natural for the mind to wander, right?

She’s twenty-three and she’s partying way too hard, because college was too easy and grad school is easy but what’s not easy is Eliza’s voice in the back of her head, is the constant guilt of having gone off to Stanford without Kara, is the constant confusion and loneliness because she can get everything else right, but not dating, not men, and Eliza is starting to ask uncomfortable questions.

She goes home with men with clumsy hands and overeager tongues, but she dances with women with scintillating touches and vodka on their breath. She smiles and sometimes, she winks, and sometimes, she puts her hands on hips that aren’t hers, and sometimes, her blood rushes through her veins so fast she can barely breathe because her body will go home with a guy, but her mind will stay here on the dance floor.

She’s twenty-seven and it’s been too long, and that’s okay, because the DEO keeps her busy, the DEO keeps her focused. The DEO saved her life.

But she’s twenty-seven and Lucy Lane walks in and Kara isn’t wrong about how nice she smells and how smart she is and how date-able she is, but she’s the enemy because of who her father is and she’s the enemy because of who her ex-boyfriend-sort-of-still-boyfriend is and she’s the enemy because she almost sends Alex and J’onn off to Cadmus, but suddenly she’s not the enemy because she rescues them and fights for them and she throws everything on the line for them and Alex thinks of that thing she felt during her interrogation, correcting Lucy from calling her Alexandra, Lucy’s piercing eyes when she called out that Alex was lying, Lucy’s uncomfortable shifting when what’s his face was going on yet another xenophobic rant, and Alex can’t think about any of this now because now, she’s on the run, and sure, she’ll always have Lucy to thank for that, but later, later, later.

She’s twenty-eight and it’s her crime scene, dammit, not some arrogant detective’s with gorgeous eyes and gorgeous hair and a confident smirk and god, god, god, how is she that smart, how is anyone that sharp?

She’s twenty-eight and it’s innocent, it’s pool, they’re friends, and of course she’s not jealous when she says she’s got a hot date, because sure, whatever woman has a hot date with Maggie Sawyer is probably the luckiest woman in the world, but Alex is just excited to finally meet someone that can go toe-to-toe with her, that can challenge her, that can change her. And if her stomach flips a little bit when she saunters off in those jeans and that tank top to that date, it’s just because she’d hoped maybe they could go for a drink, because it’s been so long since Alex has had a friend outside of work.

She’s twenty-eight and she’s up all night, because she’s twenty-eight and she’s falling in love. In gay love. Lesbian love. 

God, god, god, how has she not seen it before?

She’s falling in love with a woman, and memories are exploding out of her like water bursting out of a dam, and she’s terrified and she’s confused and she’s never felt more… herself.

And Maggie Sawyer is the reason why.

Cheater Part 4

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

May 2016

Shawn high-fived his band, since the show had been a success. “We’re all heading out to that club down the road, you coming?” Mike asked, looking at the singer.

“Ehh, why not?” He smiled, following the rest of the team down to the club.

Smiling at the bar tender, he sipped the beer he was holding. “What’s a handsome thing like you doing all alone, hmm?”

Shawn glanced at the girl, who couldn’t be more than a few years older than him, and smirked. “Nothin’. Just out with some mates.”

“Well, you look like you’ve some moves, hun. Why don’t hit the floor with me? Give ‘em a show?”

Shawn didn’t know if it was the alcohol in his blood, or how much he had been needing the attention, but he was drawn away from the bar, and onto the dance floor.

He danced with the girl for hours, laughing and enjoying himself more than he had been lately. “Why don’t we take things to a more private place, hmm?” She asked, lips nibbling on his earlobe.

“Mm, ok.” Shawn nodded, hung for more.

He escaped the hot air in the club, tugging on her hand, as the two of them made their way to the hotel.

Shawn slid his key card in the reader on the door, and smiled when he opened it. “Nice place.” The girl smiled, looking at Shawn.

“Yeah.” He nodded, not wanting to talk. He pressed his lips against the girl’s, and they made their way to the bed, shirts coming off.

Present Day

The clock on the stove said it was a little past seven in the evening when you emerged from the spare room, only because you hadn’t eaten in nearly eight hours.

The TV was playing some rerun of a sitcom, and from what you could hear, Matt was talking quietly to his girlfriend. “-said that he saw someone on tour a few times. Wouldn’t tell me who, though.” He looked up when the floor creaked, eyes showing concern. “Hey.”

“Hi.” You whispered, cringing at how raw your voice was.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before you were on the floor, tears pouring out again. “Hey, hey, it’s ok.” Megan ran over, hugging you tightly.

“I don’t understand!” You whimpered, wondering why you weren’t enough. “I- I thought I was enough! Why wasn’t I enough? H-he said he loved me.” You whispered, voice cracking on the word love.

“Shh, you were enough. He doesn’t deserve you, babe.” Megan whispered, hugging you. “Cheaters don’t deserve people like you. They don’t deserve royalty.”

You snorted, thanking Matt when he handed you a tissue. “If I’m so good why did he cheat on me?”

“He doesn’t see the beautiful, confident, strong woman you are.” Matt spoke, looking at you.

Megan nodded, moving hair out of your face. “How about you go take a nice bath, with that lavender essential oil that you bought today, hmm? I can make some hot chocolate, and we can drown our feelings in ice cream?”

You nodded, smiling at them. “Thank you guys.”

Shawn was sitting on the floor in the studio, looking at the instruments around him. They had been broken; thrown, kicked, smashed. He was a storm, a tornado that no one wanted to get in the path of.

“What the hell?” Geoff asked, walking into the booth. He looked around at the dismantled and abused instruments.

“I wrote a song.”

“Shawn, what the fuck happened in here?”

It was like he just saw the broken instruments- his eyes grew, jaw fell, and he began spluttering. “Can’t fucking do anything anymore! I’m such a fuckup!”

“Whoa, where did this come from? What happened?”

Shawn looked at the guitar tech, eyes watering. “I- I lost the best thing in my life. Lost it in the worst was possible.”

Geoff looked like he wanted to say more, but Shawn fell back on the floor, looking at the ceiling and letting out a long, desperate cry for his lost lover.

March 2017

Shawn looked at his reflection in the mirror of the hotel, trying to fix his hair. “This was fun.”

“Mhmm. We should do it again sometime.” She smiled, buttoning up the shirt that was previously on Shawn’s body.

The singer looked at the redhead, and swallowed. “I’m more of a one-time guy.”

“Shawn, you have a girlfriend. We all know you aren’t a one-time thing.” Aubrey deadpanned. “Speaking of the devil,” She smirked, waving his phone.

Shawn ran over, and slid his thumb across the screen to accept the call. “Hey, baby.” He grabbed Audrey’s hand, causing her to sit on the bed, waiting. “No, I was in the studio, had a great melody come to mind. Had to record it before I forgot it. I’ll be home soon. Mhmm, love you.”

“Must be rough, sayin’ things you don’t mean.” Audrey quipped, looking at her nails.

“You get used to it.” Shawn mumbled, fastening his belt. “Listen, I hate to dine and dash, but I’m already late.”

“It’s no problem.” Audrey left a red-lipped kiss on Shawn’s neck, under his collar. “See you next time, Shawn.”

Present Day

You saw her before she saw you.

Standing in line at the juice bar, red hair tied in a tight pony, talking to someone on the phone. “Who are you look- oh.” Megan cut herself off when she saw who you were staring at.

“I’ll- I’ll be right back.”

Walking over to her, you tapped her on the shoulder. “Yeah, hi.”

“Fancy seeing you here.” Audrey quipped, locking her phone.

“I just need to ask. Why? Why him?”

She laughed, and stepped out of line. “Oh, honey.” She laid her hand on your upper arm, and gave you a pitiful look. “He came to me. Asking for some stress relief. Said his girlfriend didn’t give it to him anymore. And I thought, ‘who the hell says no to sex with Shawn Mendes?’”

There was a beat of silence before your hand was stinging and Aubrey’s cheek was red.

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, he did! He did real good!”

Megan and a few other bystanders pulled you away from the redhead, not wanting anything to get any worse.

a/n: the final part will be up sometime in the next week??? i think???

Little Do You Know - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Part 1)

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A/N: Here’s part 1 of the new Stiles Stilinski fic/series I’m working on. The character Nick who’s mentioned in this story is just a character I made up. I really hope you guys like, I’d love to know your thoughts. If you do like it though make sure to request for more. Sorry in advance for any spelling/grammar mistakes etc.

[Part 1, 2 & 3] - [Masterlist]

Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Warning: None.
Word count: 1255

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modern! alarkling headanons:

- there are two windows on each side of the bed and his blinds are always down
- alina: ‘um why don’t you let some light in it’s a nice sunny day ou-’
aleksander: [laughs in that pretentious way of his like he’s been carrying the weight of the world for centuries] oh, alina, my dear alina, alina, alina… i’m ancient, alina……….. also, (alina,) it’s very aesthetically pleasing
- Old Married CoupleTM
- speaking of, they never actually marry but he tells her she has his heart and alina rolls her eyes in quiet acceptance and that’s kind of the same thing
- black sheets, dark gray curtains, glow in the dark stars on the ceiling
- he makes alina roll her eyes so much she actually develops a rare muscle tick no doctor can explain
- alina: i have this headache-
aleksander: *walks in*
alina: there it is
- they really want a pet but ofc they have to fight on this too so they end up with two: a white cat that’s the same colour as alina’s hair and a black pomeranian that literally looks like a ball of fluffy shadows
- nutella pancakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner
- alina has a perpetual frown and aleksander has a resting bitch face so you can bet there’s always a free seat for them on the train/subway
- he has nightmares too and they’re actually very violent and draining so alina just wraps her arms around him and presses her nose against his shoulder until he stops shaking and then she starts drawing lazy circles of light (warm and soothing by definition) over his naked skin to calm him down
- he’s the tall and brooding one but she’s the one people should look out for
- valentino dresses and armani suits
- aleksander praises himself on his newfound self-control and composure
- that is, until he sees alina with nothing but his shirt on and deadass forgets how to function
- sometimes he literally has to hook a finger into alina’s collar to hold her back bc yes she’s usually very quiet and patient and kind but the moment someone drives her over the edge she’s throwing hands and flip-flops (if necessary)
- everyone treats them like a married couple too?? even tho they’re not??
- shadow play!!!!!!
- snow angels
- he freckles in the sun and alina always makes fun of him
- + moles!! he’ll get like five new moles everytime he goes out so he has to walk with those giant ass rich widow hats (not all year round tho, july-august are probably the worst bc it’s just unbearably hot and sunny)
- he’s still very closed off and distant (especially in public) in front of other people but the minute he’s alone with his sunshine? he melts like an ice-cream cone on a hot summer day
- they never really say “i love you” but they just. know.
- she knows in the way he brushes her messy pixie haircut behind her ear and his hand lingers a moment too long, almost like he’s awestruck and he knows in the way she smiles at the shadows sometimes, like they remind her of him /they do/ and the extra spoon of sugar she puts in his coffee bc she knows him so well
- sometimes if alina is too tired from work she’ll make him read her fairytales bc he has a very soothing voice, simultaneously lulling her to sleep and making her acutely aware of his presence
- lush who?? they can make their own bathbombs using their grisha powers - he can make cool swirling shadows and alina can make the water look like liquid starlight
- and then they take a nice relaxing bath. together.
- he makes her shadow puppets when she’s sick (or upset/grumpy) and tells her stories his mom used to tell him when he was a kid
- alina: “*yanks curtains open* rise and shine you lazy ass it’s a beautiful day!!
aleksander: it’s literally -15 degrees and the sun’s nowhere to be seen
alina: ?? i’m here??
- (both) probably very into lana del rey

You asked me what I saw in her, and I wondered what you didn’t see in her. I saw the way her lips bloomed into this life altering smile. How she never let anyone close to her, like she was protecting her heart even though it had already been torn apart. She looked me in the eyes and I swear I saw an entire universe through her glimmering pupils. I felt earthquakes inside myself when she said my name. I can’t live without her the way anyone can’t live without a liver. She’s pretty when she’s tired and even when she looks like she can no longer carry the bags under her eyes. I miss her when I’m with her and I miss her when I’m not. She’s so fierce and she never hides behind anyone. She has so much love inside her, I can tell because when she talks about her father, she starts to give off light. She touched me one time and my bruises weren’t tender anymore, and all my wounds closed up. Sometimes she smiles this genuine smile, and it disappears as soon as I blink. Her laugh helps me breathe when my lungs are giving up. I look at her, stars on her skin, the milky way in her eyes, and I swear she’s part of the sky. She tucks all her feelings behind her ear and I love her for it. When someone asked me for my address I almost said her name. When she’s sad she still smiles with teeth. When she’s happy birds start to sing. I go home and cry about her in the shower. You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t.
—  M.O.W, You asked me why I loved her and I asked you why you didn’t
Essays in Existentialism: Valentine’s Day

With Valentine’s day coming up, how about a themed Clarke and Lexa story?

The hospital swirled with the quiet steady of patients and doctors, all taking their time getting anywhere at all. Nurses stations filled with deliveries of bouquets and cards and chocolates, while the halls were littered with cardboard hearts and babies with little wings and bows. Reds and pinks of every shade and color turned the fifth floor into a haven of sappiness and commercial love.

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A Pearl In The Rocks

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 2079

Pairing: LokixReader

Summary: Thor dumped Loki with the Avengers, believing it would help his little brother. It wasn’t long before the two of you became fast friends, and you ended up being the only person in Stark tower Loki would talk to.

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

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Bold - Steve X Reader



Summary: You have elctrokinetic powers and are a part of the Avengers team. After you have a little too much fun one eveing, Steve takes you out for some fresh air.

Warnings: Kissing.

Words: 1 604

A/N: This is my least favorite thing I have written but I’m freaking out cause I don’t post as much as I want to so I’m posting this in pure, anxious panic :))))

Please don’t unfollow I just hit 300 followers :))

Originally posted by flyngdream

Y/N was one of the happiest people that the entire Avengers team knew. Give her a drink or two and that happiness doubled, if not even triples. That was exactly what had happened that night. She had only had a cosmopolitan made by Natasha but it wasn’t as much as she was intoxicated as the drinks put her in a good spirit.

Tony was throwing a party. Not a gathering, not a celebration. A party, and it was crazy. Everyone could at some point during the night, both drunk and sober, swear they felt the Tower moving.

It was that night that Steve, Sam, Tony and Natasha found Y/N dancing on a coffee table to Sir Duke with a crowd of strangers laughing around her. Tony had started taking out his phone to record but Steve had intervened. Clearly Y/N was in no state to acknowledge her surroundings, but Steve knew she didn’t like being on camera and decided to step in.

“Hey…” He approached her, pushing through the crowd that had gathered to watch her performance. She didn’t hear Steve over the music, chatter and laughing however but kept swaying her body in her skintight dress. Steve could feel his cheeks heat up and had to continuously make an effort to not look anywhere other than her eyes. “Y/N?”

She finally noticed him and let out an ecstatic yelp and motioned for Steve to join her up on the table that definitely wouldn’t be able to take his weight.

“Come on, let’s grab some fresh air.” He suggested and waved his hand for her to step down. She shook her head side to side along the beat with a grin on her face.

“No, I’m already fresh.” She assured and frowned when the song abruptly ended but was quickly back to her joyful mood as Sir Duke changed into Celebration. God knows who created the playlist for that night, but that playlist and Y/N was a recipe for absolute destruction. “Ease up, Steve. Celebrate good times, come on!

Steve looked back over his shoulder to the others for some help. Sam held his hands up in defense, Tony was laughing and Natasha was trying to make it seem as if she wasn’t as well.

“Y/N, I’m serious. You need to breathe for a moment.” He continued to try and convince her. She just kept dancing when suddenly the song changed half way through it. It wasn’t until then that Steve realized that Y/N was choosing the songs herself.

Shame, Shame, Shame… Shame on you, if you can’t dance too.” She sang loudly, not half bad. Steve was starting to become annoyed however. Her damn abilities would end up being the reason for a lot of regrets that night if someone didn’t stop her. That someone seemed to be Steve as everyone else let her rave completely.

“Alright, that’s it Ms. Electric…” He put his drink down and without warning grabbed her legs and threw her over his shoulder effortlessly. He spun around and began heading to the elevator to get to the balcony one floor above, walking past the others. “I’m taking her out for some air.”

Natasha nodded, not laughing any more as she knew it was for the best.

The lights began to flicker and the speakers cracked as Y/N protested. “You’re out of you mind…” Steve groaned and got into the elevator, pressing the button up. As the doors were half closed, the elevator went dark, not moving even an inch. He put her down and she almost growled at him, pouting angrily as she corrected her hair and pulled down her dress over her thighs.

“You’re such a party pooper!” She practically yelled as she allowed the power to the elevator to be turned back on.

Steve covered his mouth with his hand to stifle his laughter. “Party pooper? Really?”

“Oh screw you…” She frowned and crossed her arms, walking out of the elevator first as they got to the floor above the lounge. She began heading for the balcony with quick steps while Steve sauntered after her with a faint smile. She was crazy sometimes, but he wouldn’t lie, she was entertaining. Whenever he was down she would always manage to raise his spirit, intentional or not.

As he got out on the balcony she was already standing by the railing and leaning her elbows against it, looking out over New York City with the island of Manhattan illuminating her body, reflecting in her eyes.

“You alright?” He asked and paced up to her side. She let out a long sigh, nodding her head.

“Yeah… I just want to let go for a night.” She admitted with a new tone to her words. “We always have to save someone or defend something. It just gets to me in the long run.”

Now he felt bad for pulling her out of the party. “Sorry for ruining the mood, I just thought that you might regret it in the morning when you see all the videos.”

“No, don’t apologize. I’m glad you got me out of there, so thank you, really.” She looked up at him with a faint smile. It was an honest confession, even if Steve doubted it slightly. She had been stressed beyond compare for about four months with continuous missions and no break in between them. She just wanted to let go for one night, but she should have known better than to go crazy like that. No matter how much she partied, the anxiety from her missions would only haunt her in the morning along with a dreadful hangover.

“You okay?” Steve asked, glancing around him as the balcony lights had began to flicker as Y/N had focused on something that clearly had troubled her.

“Oh, sorry…” She looked down at her hands and straightened her back, ashamed. She had the most difficult time controlling her powers in the team, apart from Banner when he was in the mood, and she hated it.

“Don’t apologize.” He said, both realizing that she had just said the same but to him. They both laughed lightly, feeling the air turn lighter.

“Let’s just not apologize anymore tonight.” She chuckled and wiped her hair away from her face. Steve agreed, looking down at her as she stretched her arms back to gather her hair. Perhaps his drinks were starting to get to him as well, but he couldn’t help but look at her anymore. He had done his best all night, but his willpower had a limit and god knows Y/N was testing it.

“You’re staring, you know.” She said without even looking up at him. Instead she smiled and kept looking out over Manhattan.

“I- I wasn’t.” He defended himself. “I was just…”

“Geez, Cap.” She turned towards him completely with a big grin. “Are you stuttering?”

“No.” He blurted out all too quickly, causing her to burst out laughing.

“Wow, I thought you had a rock solid game by now, but apparently not.”

“Game?” He was lost.

She turned towards him with a raised brow. “Game? As in how you flirt with girls? Or, well, stare at them creepily. Whatever floats your boat really.” She shrugged with a teasing grin and he rolled his eyes, scoffing.

“I don’t play games. If I like a girl, I make that clear.” He said with determination like he had something to prove.

“Really?” She was surprised. “I always took you for the shy type, not the confident one.”

“I’m not shy.” He tried to justify, cheeks turning slightly pink from her accusation, which only confirmed her belief.

“Alright then, do something crazy, something bold.” She dared him with a playful grin. She wished she could blame the alcohol, but she couldn’t. That entire night she couldn’t blame a single thing on her one glass of cosmopolitan.

“Right here? Now?” Steve questioned hesitantly, looking across the empty balcony like someone would join them at any second.

“Yes, or are you too shy?” She pushed and Steve groaned, not liking to be called shy when he wasn’t. “Maybe little, ole’ Steve is too scared to do something?”

He wasn’t, but just as she requested him to do something crazy, his thoughts became completely irrational.

He quickly leaned in and pressed his lips against hers without warning. She yelped in surprise at first but she would be stupid to not kiss back after all the months of crushing on the super soldier. The same went for him. Ever since Y/N became part of the team he had felt something in between them and as time went by, that feeling only grew.

As Steve had made a fair point that he wasn’t shy, he still continued, and neither of them minded it. Y/N wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck and he placed one hand below her ear and one on her hip.

The lights on the balcony began to flicker again and this time it spread to the point where half of the Tower stood flashing.

“Y/N.” He mumbled through their kiss-turned-make out session. She hummed in response, curling her lips around his bottom one which made him moan quietly. “The lights.”

She pulled away for a second and the lights returned to normal and the hacking music from below turned back on wholly. Steve leaned down to her again, placing his lips softly against hers in a slow and passionate kiss to wrap it up.

“I have to say.” She cleared her throat, peaking up at Steve with a cheeky smile. “That was pretty bold.”

@racheltuckerrr sent me this on message : artist!kara with severe amnesia who keeps painting the same woman in every one of her works (even if its the 1 clear figure in a crowd or a distant face looking thru a window, its always her) all the details are there almost as if the paintings are alive, but she has no idea who the woman is. one day a young man comes into her shop and asks her how much for all the paintings and when she asks why he wants them he just looks at her with an incredible sadness that has no business being expressed on such an innocent face. its only three days later that kara realizes that his eyes were the exact shade of that of the woman she keeps painting 

The woman is always clear and bright, in a world where the colors are dull and bland. She has silky flowing blond curls and deep sparkling green eyes, a witty smirk gracing her lips and a sense of power glowing from her posture. She’s often lost in the middle of a crowd or alone in an empty office, an empty living room and even a kitchen sometimes. She smiles and she looks happy, in every single composition Kara paints with a sense of urgency that breaks her brushes and shakes her colors on the canvas. She doesn’t want to forget the face of that woman she can’t seem to recognize, the familiarity of those features making her heart aches for memories she doesn’t have anymore.

One day, a young man enters the shop and he looks strangely familiar as well but by now, she is used to the feeling and she simply smiles at him, asking if she can help him. His voice is soft and gentle but she sees the tide in his baby blue eyes, the waves of grief and loss, and she wonders what tragedy he hides behind his forced smile. He doesn’t even look around before asking to buy every single painting and she wants to ask but somehow, his tensed jaw and closed fists silence her and she just nods. She sells him everything and then he leaves, after one last lingering look and a melancholic broken smile.

It’s only days later, when she finishes another painting of the mysterious woman, that she realizes he looked like her, like that blond silhouette she keeps drawing every day since the car accident that took her life of memories away. 

(I couldn’t fit everything in 5 sentences so, here you go. I cheated, SORRY -not sorry-)

Wicked Games Chapter Seventeen - Epilogue.

Thank you to everyone who read this story and who commented and left kudos on it. Your kind words are what made me want to update and finish this story. To those of you who have been here since the beginning; thank you for sticking with me throughout all my crazy cliffhangers. I love ya’ll so much.

To @itstenafterfour, this story never would have made it here without you cheering me on and gassing me up 24/7. Hope you’re ready to be my beta forever.

We’ve come to the end of this journey.

Thank you and enjoy. <3

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bethapaloozah  asked:


Today was the day. Nico had it all planned. Will didn’t know it yet, but it was happening. They were adopting their first kid. After three years in the house alone, they decided that they needed something more… Something like a mini human, as Nico put it. Nico waited in the kitchen, leaning on the counter. He held the pregnancy test in his hand, and waited for Will to walk in. Nico held back a laugh as he heard the door open. 

“Hey Neeks!” Will’s voice echoed through their home, “I’m home.” 

“In the kitchen.” Nico put on a serious face, “Hey, uh, we have to talk about something…” Nico tried to sound a bit more depressed then usual.

“Everything ok?” Will rushed in and sat down at the counter on a barstool. 

“No…” Nico sighed, and hid his face. “Its terrible…” He almost let out a laugh. “I’m…”

“What Nico… I mean really, like, is everything alright, you are wo-”

“I am pregnant.” Nico looked at Will with a straight face. 

“Nico, I am pretty sure-”

“I am.” Nico held out the fake pregnancy test and showed Will the small + on it. 

“First of all, ha ha, very creative. Second, I just got home and I’m not in the mood for this.” Will chuckled and rolled his eyes. 

“No, really, we are going to the hospital right now.” Nico glared at him. 

“I was just there!” Will groaned, “What is this stupid game Neeks?” 

“Bring me.” Nico growled, “Now.” 

“Fine get in the car.” Will sighed and headed to the car parked in the driveway. 

The ride was only 10 minutes, and Nico was smiling the whole time. Of course, whenever Will looked at him, he immediately went full-goth mode. They got to the hospital and then Nico lead them to the maternity ward, constantly checking his phone. His phone dinged and he giggled excitedly and then sort of did a skip walk as he headed to room 27. 

“Nico, I don’t understand why we are here…” Will sighed and followed his overly excited fiancee. “You aren’t pregnant. Plus, the baby takes 9 months to develop…” Will sighed and walked into the room.

The room was full of balloons that said ‘its a girl’. Will tilted his head, really confused and concerned for Nico and himself. Nico sat on a chair, talking to a younger woman who was sitting on the bed. Two thoughts popped into Will’s mind. He got a drop in his stomach, and then looked at the floor. 

“Will, this is Destiny.” Nico beamed. He took her hand, and she smiled happily. 

“Will, I have heard so much about you!” She grinned, and patted a empty space for Will to sit down on the bed. Will reluctantly sat down.

“Wh-who  exactly is this, Neeks…?” Will tried to smile, but he was overflowing with doubt in his fiancee. 

“What do you mean?” Nico got serious again, “Will, are you really this stupid?” 

A knock on the door interrupted Will from saying anything. A doctor came in, holding a tiny bundle of baby in his arms. She was wrapped in a pink blanket, and had a little purple hat on. 

“Ms. Fonter?” He smiled politely and then walked in, “Are these the lucky boys?” 

“Mhmm.” Destiny nodded. 

“Then, Mr. Solace, Mr. di Angelo, I present your newest family member, Bianca.”

Will gasped. He looked at Nico, then at the girl on the bed, and then at the doctor holding a precious newborn. Everything made sense now. He felt like a jerk to think that Nico was … well … being straight. He stood up.

“Neeks, you mean…” Will pointed at the girl and the baby and then at the baby again. “When was this set up?” He almost choked out the words. “Oh my gods, Neeks. I’m a dad?” 

“Yes you are.” Nico stood up and took the infant from the doctor, who left the room after patting Will on the back. “Me and Destiny met one day, months ago, at a cafe… Weird story, but she was talking to someone about getting, well, it removed. I couldn’t really change her mind, but I said that I know two guys who want to start a family, and who would love to be it’s adoptive parents. And we have been talking ever since!”

“And I agreed!” Destiny smiled proudly. “Only one condition; I get to come visit sometimes.” She smiled and hugged Nico tightly and offered a hug to Will, who was balling his eyes out. 

“I would hug you but I cant let her go…” Will mumbled and just looked at the baby, marveling at her beauty. Her tanned skin, and hazel eyes. She was perfect in Will’s eyes. “She looks like you…” Will looked up at Destiny, “Are you sure about this?” 

“I’m 100 percent sure.” She nodded, “You two are perfect. All I ask for is visits. I need to graduate college and all that fun stuff. You two have time for a baby, I don’t.” 

“Thank you so much…” Will started to cry again. He held the child close to him, and whispered, “You have the bestest daddy in the world. His name is Neeks.”

Essays in Existentialism: The Blakes III

Hey I loved the second part of the Blakes. When ever you get a chance can you maybe continue it? That’s of course if you have time. Thank you!! :)

Previously on The Blakes

The winter that came was long and unforgiving. For Clarke, it was an apt metaphor for the cold war that existed with her brother; neither flinching, neither blinking, neither backing down or making any moves at all. Instead, the winter just stayed, refused to thaw, and the siblings continued much the same.

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anonymous asked:

Members and their types of smile?

Are you basically asking me analyse each member’s smile. Cause I am 100% here for this. Let’s go!


Nayeon I think is actually kind of shy about her smile/laugh because whenever she smiles or laughs too hard she covers her face a lot. She also tries really hard to keep her mouth closed when she smiles which leads to her precious cheek smile

Look at this adorableness. But when Nayeon actually opens her mouth and we can see her real smile, it’s like a goddam blessing from the gods. She has the most adorable bunny smile she’s so damn cute. LOOK AT THIS SMILE SOMEONE PLEASE TELL HER HOW PRETTY HER SMILE IS


Jeongyeon has a really soft smile, she typically doesn’t open her mouth really wide, which gives us this really cute gentle smile. She just has a really welcoming and kind smile, so pure

But then when she laughs oh my god. Jeongyeon’s mouth becomes square shaped when she laughs, she opens her mouth so wide. It’s the most precious thing, 10/10 for preciousness

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Momo has such a genuine smile, I don’t know what it is but her smile seems so natural to the point where seeing her when she doesn’t smile is really weird. She also has kind of a playful smile if you get what I mean

Something I’ve noticed is that Momo has a habit of squinting or even closing her eyes when she smiles sometimes, she smiles so big she has to close her eyes a little I love my smiley angel.


Very similar to Momo because she also just naturally smiles all the time, and it’s strange to see her when she’s not smiling. Such a gentle smile, she also kind of closes her eyes a little bit.

But oh my god, when Sana get’s really energetic and extra, she has the most amazing bright smile I’ve ever seen. She just get’s into a mood where she’s so happy and excited it’s like her whole face is smiling and her eyes get really big and she opens her mouth wide and ugh kill me she’s such a bright human.


In case you didn’t already know, Jihyo is my bias so I need a minute. I need like a full minute to compose myself enough to be able to accurately describe the beauty of Park Jihyo’s smile. Ok. Jihyo has the prettiest and softest smile I have ever seen, you can tell how much of a genuinely beautiful person she is when she smiles. She just has the warmest smile, and her cheeks get all squishy and just… no mere mortal can comprehend her beauty.

I’m not done yet though, because when Jihyo laughs, Holy Jesus you’re not ready. It is the most beautiful thing on the planet, and this is nowhere near an exaggeration. Her eyes do that half closed thing and you can just see everything representing happiness in the world just radiating from her entire body because Park Jihyo is the actual embodiment of sunshine and joy.

Here’s another picture of my girl performing on stage because LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. She was born for the stage. She’s so pretty when she’s happy and doing what she loves. Give Park Jihyo the world.


Mina is a shy bean so she doesn’t smile frequently, but when she does it’s typically her small polite smile where she doesn’t open her mouth a lot. Her smile is just cute basically

But wait, when Mina actually pulls out her real proper smile, the whole meaning of cute will be refined for you. You haven’t seen anything until you seen Myoui Mina’s gummy smile. She’s so happy, and it’s honestly the cutest thing. 


Dahyun pretty much always smiles with her mouth open, typically when she smiles with her mouth closed it’s for a photoshoot or something professional. Dahyun doesn’t hold back her smiles or laughter which is honestly precious. She has such an open smile, where you can visibly see how happy she is. She almost always tilts her head slightly to one side as well when she smiles

Look at this wide smile, I love it. She gets so happy that her smile nearly becomes as big as the entire lower half of her face. She’s such a bubbly person with a big smile


Whenever she smiles she looks so tiny and soft, she has such a precious little smile. She seriously looks like a little kid when she smiles, so pure and soft.

DIMPLE DIMPLE DIMPLE. When she smiles really big you can see her little dimple on the right side of her face and it’s the cutest thing on the planet. This photo doesn’t do it justice it’s just the best one I could find on limited time. I love her dimpled smile.


Oh my god Tzuyu, Tzuyu and her tiny little soft smile. She’s so cute and pretty I can’t handle this. She just has a really precious smile, and she kind of looks like a cheeky little kid, which is basically what she is.

She has the cutest habit with her tongue, sometimes she puts her tongue between her teeth when she smiles and it’s so precious. I love Tzuyu’s cute, cheeky smile, she’s such a cutie.

When she hears the name of the prophet, peace be upon him…
When she thinks about the world of the unseen, particularly the angels and that which they are busy with each day and night…
When she reflects on the names and attributes of her Lord - realising and understanding the way that they are present in her life and the lives of those around her…
When she closes her eyes and listens to the words of Her Lord - feeling them replenish her every vein with deep Imaan…
When she remembers the encounters she’s had with her sisters, listening to their stories - the grief and the challenges that they have been through…

And then she remembers the mercy of Her Lord and feels His closeness to her so intensely - tears fall.
And they fall uncontrollably.

Each night, tears drench her pillow…
And each morning, she wakes up, leaving the heaviness at the bedside- and soldiers on…
She soldiers on with an open, kind and gentle heart…
Trying her best to sprinkle a bit of goodness everywhere she goes…
Leaving a subtle trace on every place that she visits in this world.. Whether that’s in a manner that can be touched, seen…
Or felt…

She doesnt expect everyone to understand her feelings, her thoughts… Often returning their confusion with a warm smile…
Sometimes, she is made to feel like she is being dramatic, silly, weird…
But she knows, that if they truly reflected on the nature of this world -
If they guarded their natural emotions and feelings from being clouded by the distraction of this dunya, they’d be no different..

How… How could we get so deeply distracted and caught up in a place that is… Nothing…
Merely a transit… A once in a lifetime stop - before we journey on to our eternal destination…

When she thinks of this, too, she cries.
She prays that she doesn’t ever become this distracted…
She knows that the state of the heart can change in between two beats…

Yet, she also knows that He is Al Muqalibul Quloob…
He controls the hearts and all that they feel, all that they incline to.

All she can do is pray… All she needs to do is pray.

Tell You Everything

Request: Can you please do an imagine with Rip Hunter where he’s in love with the reader because she’s the only one who listens to him and make sure he’s okay and also because she can pretty shy sometimes

A/N: Yes! So sorry this took so long, these past few days I’ve been working clopen and work has kept busy and tired. But I finally got it done! I hope you like it! This guy needs more love on here tbh.

Pairing: Rip Hunter x Fem!Reader

Words: 783

Summary: Rip had to tell her how he felt about her. He had it all planned out and dammit he was gonna do it. But what happens when (Y/N) confesses her feelings for someone else? 

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Dancing in the Dark

Inspired (loosely) by the awesome Ed Sheeran song Perfect. 

But Also by the idea that these two don’t need a bond to be mates. They choose each other because their souls truly align. 

The sun was starting to set as Cassian paced back and forth, wearing a hole in the grass that covered his favorite mountainside. He had styled his hair, but his fingers had rubbed away all the gel he had used. His hands were sweating and his heart wouldn’t slow down. He couldn’t stand still, his mind wouldn’t stand still either. To say he was nervous was an understatement. He never thought Nesta would agree to a date. Let alone a date with him. On a night that was meant for lovers and not friends.

When Nesta said yes earlier this week he begged Mor to help him choose what to wear. She knew how to do this, how to try. He never had to try before, but Nesta wasn’t like all the girls who had fallen into his bed. She was stubborn and hard. She was beautiful and strong. She wouldn’t succumb to his usual charms.

So Mor helped him. She skipped around his room and decided nothing was perfect so she went out and bought him these clothes. He said Nesta didn’t need perfect or beautiful. She needed real and this was Cassian. He knew she was right, Mor was always right about these things. But he still wasn’t sure he shouldn’t try harder. He wanted her to know that this mattered, this night was important to him.

Sure he was comfortable in this nice dark blue shirt and his cleanest pair of pants. But he still felt naked, like Nesta would see through all of this and know he wasn’t worthy of her.

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We Love to Boogie

Book: The Royal Romance
Summary: Maxwell and MC have a very unorthodox dance lesson. This is for this week’s ChoicesCreates, where the prompt was: “That was fun, let’s do it again sometime!” And yes, the title, and a scene later in this fic is based on this scene from Billy Elliot (which is a good movie!! go watch it!)
Pairing: Maxwell x MC (Maxwell clearly has a crush on MC, but has no idea if she even knows, or reciprocates it)
Note: This is told from Maxwell’s POV!!
Warnings: Nothing!

@hollyashton & @zigisbisexual

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