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I pretty much always cry on these lines. It’s one of those astonishing Tolstoyian lines, that manages to convey so simply and perplexingly so much of the humor, sadness, naïveté, and profound depth of one of his most beautiful and paradoxical characters.   —Dave Malloy

THE FIREBIRD Chapter 28 

[ Al-Sahhim AU | Explicit | Final Chapter ]

Summary: Felicity Smoak stumbles upon a man dressed in black about to kill someone. The man takes an interest in her and she does not realize who he is. He is Al Sah-Him, the best assassin in The League, the crown jewel of the brotherhood, who is known for his lethal focus and killer instincts, brought up in the League itself.

What happens when he is taken completely with the blonde? 

Excerpt:

It was a funny thing - birthdays.

Felicity had never really given them much thought. Sure, she’d thought a lot about it when she’d been a kid, but she’d grown out of it. For years, she had celebrated her birthday with a few close friends or better, some wine. The most excited she’d ever been for a birthday in recent years had been baby Sara’s. Now, that was one birthday Felicity went all out for, giving her goddaughter all the squishy gifts and love any godmother worth her salt would give.

And in the conundrum of the years, she’d never really realized how much she’d taken birthdays for granted.

A fact, jolted into her conscience unknowingly, by the man she loved more each day.

For the last few weeks, life hadn’t been easy, but it had been good.

Oliver may have been ready to accept her world but he was, in all truth, still a stranger to it. It had been different back when they’d been on the run - living from place to place, running for their lives, always with one foot out the door. Running was easy for him. That nomadic existence was all he’d ever known.

But putting down roots?

He fumbled.

He fumbled every single day, the shadows from his past hovering over him like a cloud.

He fumbled every time they went out. He fumbled even in the safety of their home.

And yet, he tried.

Every day. Every time. So simply, it seemed liked breathing. So beautifully, it felt like art.

He fumbled, he tried, and he made her fall even more in love effortlessly.

She saw it when they went out. She saw the way his muscles tensed and his body coiled with the snap of a finger if anyone walked into their space by mistake. She saw his beautiful eyes rove all around them, searching for threats even where there were none to be found.

She saw it in their own home sometimes - that sudden jolt in his body if a car ever backfired down the street, or firecrackers lit up the sky. She saw it sometimes when he stared too long at a knife in his hand before shaking himself out of it. She saw it in the way he had weapons stashed in secret places in the house he never talked about. She saw it when he woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, breathing hard.

She saw it all.

And she just twined her fingers with his and smiled at him.

And he took a deep breath and squeezed her hand back. Always.

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Nightmares Are Made Of

Xavier asks Logan to the school for a very important mission–that involves you as well. Things may start off rocky, but you hope to change that.


  • X-Men Wolverine / Logan Howlett x Reader
  • 1075 Words
  • Some cursing, nothing worse than the x-men movies
  • Part One

“My office. Now.”

The airy voice enters your mind, sending a small shiver down your spine as it always did when Xavier tries to get your attention. It was always unexpected, always at the wrong time. Now, you were tutoring a small boy, a mutant that went by the name of Garret. He could hardly use his powers, which was nothing more than singing in a high pitched voice, causing everyone in the same room as him to get a severe headache.

You tell the boy to wait in his room, that you shouldn’t be long. With a little sigh, you rise to your feet and take the journey to the office of the famous Professor X, the headmaster of the school for mutants.

Once you arrive at the door, you feel that something is wrong. There is a certain presence about the air that makes it thick and hard to breathe. You could always catch these sort of feelings, always so paranoid when you got them.

“Come in.” The airy voice enters your mind once more and you push open the door, only to find a large man with broad shoulders and a scowl plastered on his face. His eyebrow cocks up instantly high, giving the look of anger slash confusion.

“Oh…” You breathe, unsure of what to think of this animalistic man standing in front of you. He certainly was no child, therefore it was a little strange to see him in this office. Xavier only took in children, unless this was a special circumstance.

“Ah, Miss, Y/N. So nice of you to join us.” Xavier smiles from his desk. He gives you a small nod, your que to close the door so no little mutants could eavesdrop. “I would like you to meet our newest member, Logan. Or as he likes to be called, Wolverine.”

Wolverine hasn’t moved his eyes since you came through the door. His hands are positioned on his hips and his jaw is crooked as he takes you in.

“Wolverine?” This time, you cock your own eyebrow and look over at the man. You can’t deny his looks are very charming, almost winning you over just like that. But you knew better than to fall for any of the mutants around here, especially before you know their past. “What? Did they give you that name for your looks?”

Logan growls, holding his right fist in the air and what happens next takes you by a little surprise. Three long, sharp claws extend from his knuckles, ripping apart the skin and stopping after they were several inches longer than his own fingers. The sound it makes sends yet another chill down your spine. It sounds painful, and yet his face doesn’t twitch.

“Oh…” You aren’t sure how to respond, the shock was still settling in.

“Logan can also heal exceptionally fast with his healing factor, which has sort of put a hold on his aging process.” Xavier explains from behind his desk, the sound in his voice gave him away; he was enjoying this show.  “Although he has a bit of a memory problem, which is why he is here with us.”

“A memory problem? What a power.” You say in a snarky voice and cross your arms over your chest. “What good is that?”

“What’s your power, princess?” Logan narrows his eyes on you, his claws sinking back into his skin and appearing as if nothing were just there. “Annoying everyone around you?”

You open your mouth to speak, piecing together a comeback that was sure to make him curl back in fear, but Xavier, as usual, beats you to the punch.

“She can inflect her worst nightmares onto you.” He says ever so simply. You feel a small blush creeping up your cheeks, knowing that this sounds childish and that the man in front of you will laugh.

He raises his eyebrow again, a smirk growing on his lips. “Huh. Sounds scary.” He wiggles his fingers in the air before he sticks his thumbs in his belt loops. “Tell me, how does that work in combat?”

You look at your headmaster for conformation, which he gives you with a slight nod of his head. You turn your head back to Logan, staring at him with emotionless eyes until they turn black. You watch the way his features change from a man who was seemingly having too much fun to a man who was scared shitless.

Color drains from his skin, leaving him looking a bit paler than he was before. His eyes grow large and you can feel his heart speeding up in his chest, beating faster and faster until you were sure it would burst. Logan falls to his knees, begging for “them” to go away, begging for mercy, begging for someone to help him.

“That’s enough, Y/N.” Charles Xavier warns you before his heart really did break.

You shook off the nightmare, regaining yourself. The black fades from your eyes, leaving them the beautiful color you have. A small smile plays at the corner of your lips as you watch the man in front of you look around the room, trying to figure out what just happened.

“Now you see.” Xavier chuckles in delight. He has a fascination with your power, always trying to figure out how far it goes, how much pain and suffering you could possibly give others. It was not a power he exactly encouraged you to use often. “She can kill a man within seconds. I’m sure you felt only a fraction of what a normal human can feel.”

Wolverine growls and jumps up to his feet, hand still over his chest. “What was that?” He glares down at you, stepping even closer so he could have a better look at you.

“The things that haunt me in my sleep. In some cases, I can use your nightmares against you as well, scaring you to—well—death.”

“Logan, I want you and Y/N to get to know each other. I have a mission for you two.” Xavier smiles, acting like you hadn’t just tried to kill someone.

Logan’s eyes trail down your body as he stands over you, hesitating here and there to get a better look. “Does it involve her trying to kill me again?” The color returns to his cheeks and you watch as his pupils grow larger the longer he looks at you.

“Not yet.” Charles chuckles.

Kind of Like Narnia (Part ¾) 

Raphael (2014/2016) x Reader

Notes: FLUFFFFFF and also this might be the last part idk yet

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 1286

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3 


Swivel chairs are so much fun, especially the one in Donnie’s control room. You were wrapped in a mutant turtle sized blanket with a hot coco and [P/N] watching Donnie work, mainly because you wanted to gain a little intelligence from him before you left and you were also ignoring Raph. Again.

You’d had gotten over what had seen hours after it had happened and he had forgiven you for interrupting his private time.

But then he had to go and yell at you again. Although this time, it was for a pretty good reason.


Splinter had reluctantly allowed you to go to the surface with the brothers. Usually, he didn’t let you out of his sight because he didn’t want anything bad to happen to you. Protective dad mode: activated. Whilst up on the surface, Mikey and you decided to play a game of hide and seek whilst waiting for any disturbances. It was Mikey’s turn to seek, so you ran and hid under a giant water tower that was covered by a shed.

You just didn’t know whether it was that the brothers were extremely bad seekers, or you were an exceptionally great hider. But it took them hours to find you, since you’d fallen asleep under the water tower.

That’s right, you’d fallen asleep during hide and seek, in a great hiding spot.

Nothing could go wrong, right?


Raphael was pissed. Even though he’d never admit it to himself, he’d grown quite attached to you and your bickering with him. If anything happened to you, he’d never forgive himself. One particular moment whilst you were staying with them really put things into perspective for Raph. He had gotten up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, and you were sat up watching the TV on mute wrapped in a blanket.

When the couch dipped under you, you jumped and snapped your head towards him.

“Raph! Don’t sneak up on people like that!” You swatted his arm and made a pouty face. That made him chuckle. In turn, that made you smile.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You shook your head no, yawning into your hand.

“Please stay there.” You mumbled sleepily. You really hadn’t realised how tired you actually were until you leant up against him. Feeling him stiffen, you rested your head on his plastron and closed your eyes. That relaxed him slightly, but he wasn’t used to this. It was probably because you were tired, and he didn’t really want to move either. This was nice.

“Do you miss it?” he spoke softly after a while, licking his lips, and looking down at you.

“Miss what, Raphie?” his eyes widened, and he coughed slightly, turning to the side as heat rose to his cheeks. Raphie. Why weren’t you tired more often? This was great.

“Home, your home. Don’t you miss it?” you didn’t speak for a while, so he simply assumed you’d fallen asleep.

“Play with my hair. Please.” You mumbled again, yawning as you gripped his large hand and put it on your head. Raph hesitated before running his fingers through the delicate locks, sighing contently. You’d slipped down his plastron very slowly, and your head was now in his lap, facing away from him. “Of- of course I miss it. It’s home, but I wouldn’t change coming here, not at all. I wouldn’t have met you guys. I- I wouldn’t have met you. This time I spent here, is more than anything money could buy, I have to cherish the time I have here, because I- I don’t know when I’m going back.” Raph stopped for a second. ‘Going back.’ You had to leave at some point. This wasn’t your home. He silently hoped that Mikey was right, that this was kind of like Narnia in the sense that he didn’t have to let you go, and when he did, your time together would be over anyway.

“Nice way to think of it…” he mumbled. When he heard your heavy breathing, he knew you’d finally fallen asleep. He reached over to the remote and switched the TV off, so you both were now in complete darkness.

It was a simple kiss on the temple. He didn’t know why he did it. He blamed the timing. It was 2 AM for crying out loud. But secretly, he did it for him. Little did he know however, you did feel it. You weren’t fast asleep yet, but when you felt him lean down, and felt his soft lips on the side of your head, your eyes were snapped open. Not that he could see that. Raph left you to sleep after that, but it’s not like either of you got much.


After that night, you were both a little kinder to each other. You still bickered (a lot), but you both caught each other stealing glances at one another, laughing more than usual at each others jokes, sitting next to each other during meals or when watching movies. You created a bond that night, and you doubted it’d ever be broken. So when Raph found you lying under the water tower, he assumed the worst. Grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you, and when you snapped awake and he realised you’d just fallen asleep, he broke.

He yelled at you about how careless you were, and how you could’ve gotten yourself killed. You shouted back just as much, and when the brothers found you, you left ahead with Donnie whilst Leo and Mikey tried to calm Raph down.


What shocked you the most though, is when he came to apologise first. He came with a small box in his hands to your makeshift couch bedroom, where he sat in the same place he did that night, and shifted awkwardly.

“Yes?” you’d said rather rudely to him, your eyes still on the TV in front of you. It took every fibre of his being for Raph not to retort back at you for your tone of voice, and he simply placed the box next to you.

“Open it.” Raising your eyebrow, you lifted the box and opened it, rolling your eyes in his direction. That should annoy him, and it did. But when you saw the small bonsai tree in the box, your eyebrows knitted together.

“You got me a plant?”

“A tree, but yes.”

You stayed silent, examining the small item. Raph stayed just as silent, nibbling at his lower lip to stop his from saying something before you.

“I can’t even take care of myself, what makes you think I’ll be able to take care of a plant?”

“A tree.” Raph grumbled, sitting up straighter and taking the bonsai out of your hands. He placed it on the table and picked you up, with one arm, and sitting you on his lap. “Do not move.” He was staring into your eyes, so you knew he was serious. “You’re not supposed to take care of yourself. I am. I’m here to protect and care for you.” You swallowed, not daring to say anything. “I- I- like you a hell of a lot [Y/N], and I might not show it most of the time, or at all, but I don’t want to see you hurt. You really fucking freaked me out earlier when you-” Cliché, but you cut him off with your lips against his and your arms around his neck.

“Tell me all the sappy stuff later, Raphie, just kiss me now okay?”

 I love you.

A/N:

This was completely inspired by this. I love all of @werewhorewolf preferences especially this one. Theres possibly typos because I haven’t proof read this because I have soo many request to filll. 

Two weeks.

It’d been two weeks since my whole world fell apart. Since days seemed grayer and everything around me dulled. It was my own fault really. All of my friends had begged me not to talk to him. To not be lured in by his charm or his smile. It was just that when he brushed his lips against mine or drew me close to him, I felt like the only girl in the world. I was sure, even after 8 months together, that I may have possibly loved him. 

But two weeks ago, Theo texted me telling me to meet him outside of my house. When I did, he was leaning against his truck head hung. I knew he’d heard me walking towards him but he never looked up at me.

“Hey babe.” I’d said standing next to him.

He smiled weakly at me and I frowned at him.

“What going on?” I crossed my arms.

“Listen, Y/N” He started. “I’m not sure if I can do this anymore.”

“Do what?” I asked placing my a hand on his arm. He pushed his body off the truck and away from my touch. He took a few steps away from me creating certain distance between us. 

“This.” He’d said simply. “Us.”

I was so many emotions at the same time. My eyes started to sting and I shut my eyes trying to keep the tears at bay. 

“It’s not…not you or anything.”

“Don’t.” I spat. “Is it that stupid Hayden girl you were flirting with the other day?” 

A look of bewilderment crossed his face. “What? No! Y/N it’s not-”

“Than what is it Theo!” My voice cracking slightly.

“I have other things to worry about, things that don’t concern you.”

“So we’re just going to throw away the last eight months, likes its nothing?”

He shrugged in response, and I was angered by the lack of explanation. 

“You’re everything everyone thinks you are.” I hissed walking closer to him until we were inches away. “A coward.”

I stormed past him, and when I was far enough, I let the tears fall. Needing to be strong for no one now. I instantly regretted my words to the hazel eyed boy, but I was just so hurt, and I wanted to hurt him too. 

I hadn’t talked to Theo since, but everything in me missed him. Even now as I stood at my locker looking at him through the corner of my eye, I missed him. He was talking to Josh, Tracy, and Corey in a small circle near his locker. Recently, he’d taken an interest in the trio and I wondered what they had to do with anything. Through the limited vision of my peripheral, I could swear that he was looking at me. I snapped my head straight and pretended to rummage though my locker. I grabbed a textbook I wasn’t sure if i needed and shut the door. I pressed the book to my chest hugging it. Depression was slowly creeping over me as I headed towards my final class of the day.

“Y/N.” Theo’s voice called from behind me. A ball formed in my stomach and I felt all the blood drain from my face. I had to be hearing things, right? Theo hadn’t talk to me in weeks, it had to be my brain playing tricks on me. I shook off the thought, and kept walking. 

“Y/N?” This time his voice was right behind me and his hand on my shoulder stopping me then turning me around. 

I tried to act as cool as possible. “Sup?” 

I mentally faced palmed myself. ‘Sup?’ I’ll probably die of embarrassment.

Theo seemed not to notice the awkward acknowledgment, or he pretended not too. “Hey, how are you?” 

He sounded so nonchalant, like we were old friends catching up. He seemed perfectly fine and didn’t seem affected by our recent break-up. This broke me down a little, made me feel like I, like we, meant nothing to him.

“Fine.” I responded quietly ready for this conversation to be over.

“Um, cool.” he said a little nervous. But what did he have to be nervous for? “So, you left some stuff at my house and I was wondering if you wanted to come by and pick up later?”

Another wave of hurt hit me and I thought I might cry.

“Why could you just bring it to me?” I said a slight edge in my voice.

“Do you want it or not?” he frowned and the sudden tone change took me by surprise.

“Yeah, I’ll be over later.” I whispered knowing he could still hear me with his werewolf ears. I turned around without another word, and continued my course to class.


I pulled up to his house just as the sun was setting. Theo must have heard me before he before he saw me, because he was standing at his front door waiting for me. I took a deep breath trying to regulate my heart, and stepped out on to the driveway. I walked the concrete path to his front door, where he met me with a half smile.

“It’s all upstairs in my room if you want to grab it.” 

I nodded, and walked past him heading up the stairs. The smell of his room filled my noses. I wanted to stand here forever and enjoy it, but I heard Theo’s footsteps behind me and I walked further into his room to the dresser. The bottom drawer is where all my stuff was housed. I pulled at the handle and it slid open revealing all my things. I stared at them for only second, and then began taking them out item by item. I pulled out a dark blue oversized t-shirt. It was my favorite t-shirt of Theo’s. He was sitting on his bed behind me and he hadn’t said a word.

“Here.” I said standing and walking over to give it to him. He looked at me then to the shirt than back again.

“I don’t want it.” He said finally, pushing it closer to my body.

“I don’t want it either.” I insisted pushing away from. For some reason, this upset him. Even though he tried to hide it, hurt washed over his face. He stayed quiet and held the shirt in his hand staring at it. 

“Theo, I don’t want anything that reminds me of you. It’s bad enough I have to see you at school.” I explained.

“Why?” he growled but it was necessarily angry.

“Why?” I asked astonished. “Are you serious? We’re broken up Theo. Not together. You broke my heart and you want me to keep something so I can be reminded of that everyday?” 

He stood slowly looking at me with agony in his expression.

“I’m an idiot.” He started, which caught me off guard. I didn’t know what I expected, but definitely not that.

“These past weeks have felt like years without you. I didn’t know what was wrong with me at first. But everyday when I woke up, I felt like I was missing something. It didn’t take me long to figure out, I was missing you. I’m empty without you. I hate that you have that hold over me, but at the same time I don’t care. I…I need you.”

I stood there staring at him not being able to believe those words had come from his mouth. Theo’s never said what he was feeling, and it took me a moment to register it. He looked as if he wanted to say something else, but I stopped him connecting my lips with his. He didn’t hesitate to kissed me back, and snaked his strong arms around me. I pulled him closer to me deepening the kiss. He lifted me slightly off the ground and back up till he hit the bed. He sat down and I straddled him, all while still kissing. I pulled my shirt off breaking the kiss for a second to pull it over my head. His hands grazed across my exposed skin, making me smile. His tongue found mine and they rolled over each other in wet sloppy passion. He turned me over effortlessly on to my back and together we moved higher on to the bed. Finally, our lips disconnected. Theo pulled off his shirt, and I unclasped my bra. He blinked a few times at my bare breast. He looked up at me, asking permission to indulge in them. I smiled and nodded and he plunged into them taking one in each hand. He suckled on them, sharing his mouth between the two. I moaned missing his touch on my body. He began kissing his way down my body until he reached the button of my jeans. Skillfully, he undid the button than the zipper and he peeled the off of me. I felt his lips touch me again and I want his on mine. I took his head in both of my hands and pulled him back to me. 

“I want you.” I whispered on his lips before kissing them.

Theo smiled into the kiss and I could feel him fiddling with his jeans. He was struggling because he could only use one hand, the other was holding him up as he hovered over me. I moved my hands down to the fastener of his jeans. opening it and sliding his zipper down. His length could be felt through his pants. I pushed at them and Theo glided them off of him, along with his boxers. He started to kiss my jawline and neck, as he slid my panties to the side. His fingers found my sex and he drew figure eights on my clit.

“You’re already so wet, baby.”

“Put it in.” I begged. Normally, I would have loved foreplay, but it’d been so long since he’d been inside of me. Right now that’s all I wanted.

He pulled back a little from me to line himself up with my entrance. Slowly, he penetrated me. We both groaned and instinctively I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer. Our bodies were connected now and he slowly start to grind into me. I kissed his neck tenderly, I missed every part of him and even though it was slow it was passionate. He quickened his pace slightly, and he was hitting my g-spot. Pulling me closer to my edge. After a few more minutes I came, dissolving into pleasure. Theo placed his lips on mine again, something he only did when he was about to come. A moment later, he pulled out of me coming into his hand.


After we were all cleaned up and dressed, I laid curled against Theo’s chest. He racked his fingers through my hair and I felt myself drifting to sleep. His lips fell on mine gently and my eyes fluttered open landing on his.

“I love you.” He whispered.

Hello there boys and girls and everyone in between! So a little change in plans for this A/N. Due to the number of people asking to be tagged in this little fic, I’ve decided to move all tagging to the end. That way, it’s not making for this huge chunk of text at the beginning of the story that might deter some from reading it. Can I just say, though, how nice it was to have so many comments? So many people have sent asks and messages about this fanfiction and it really warms my heart. Anyway, without further ado, The Tower Part 3; Enjoy!

Prompt[s]: The Tower is amazing, I love how you wrote it and played with everything that happened. I can’t wait for the next part!

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‘The Tower’ (Part 3)

Part 2

You groaned gutturally, long and slow. Against the quiet of the woodland, though, it seemed even louder and more brash. The twittering of wildlife was quiet in your ears; your senses were only coming back slowly. The world remained black for quite a while as the thrum of the thicket gradually grew in volume. When the world was no louder than a rumble, your sight slowly began to return.

A kaleidoscope of greens and blues greeted you, the sight of the forest ceiling feeling oddly welcoming. You lifted your heavy head and attempted to sit up, cursing the wooziness you felt. Placing a hand on the back of your skull, you felt a tender lump and turned to see what had hit you. A particularly thick branch was swinging limply.

“Maker’s breath,” you hissed, letting your legs wake up before trying to stand. That wasn’t what slowed you, however. Your skirt was ripped up to the knees where a particularly large cut lay on your ankle. Hitting the floor had taken more of a toil on you than you’d originally thought. On top of that, even more bruises littered your skin – and as you attempted to stand, you felt your right ankle give way and you were on the floor once more.

Eventually, with the help of a nearby tree, you were able to make a go of standing upright. Walking was the next challenge. By leaning on branches, grasping at logs, and even crawling at times, you were able to wobble your way forwards.

Or at least, you hoped it was forwards.

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                            KYLO X READER || Soul Mate


“the voice you hear your thoughts in is your soulmate’s but you don’t know who they are until you hear them speak for the first time”

A/N: Originally, I was gonna make this fluffy, but we all know Kylo isn’t really the fluffy type so I made it a bit angsty. Thanks @sweetcinnamonbun​ for the request, feel free to send any! [GIF NOT MINE]

Word Count: 2.4K+

Warning: A bit angst…

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Unique, it was utterly unique, the ‘myth’ your grandmother had told you when you were young. You were always so curious as to how she had met your grandfather, a story quite breathtaking every time you asked. It was a constant thing–at least it was then–that you asked her to tell the story all over again, as if it had been your favorite bedtime tale. “I had never believed it, not in the many years before I started feeling it. You know how everyone has the Force in them, of course, some others are more strong with it…but others, others just have small fragments of its capabilities. And that one ability that I was able to gain, was hearing my soul mates voice speak for my thoughts.”

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Brendon Urie Imagine

Break Up n’ Make Up

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Word Count: 737

Reader’s POV:

It had been one week, one terrible week without Brendon. I never imagined that I would feel this awful, we had broke up for such stupid shit that it made me angry that he had slipped away from me. He was dancing with another girl, and I was so selfish. He said he couldn’t deal with my jealously and that’s when I said the sickening words ‘we should break up.’

It was another day in my friend’s apartment, she had gone to work and I had been crashing at her apartment until I could get back on my feet. I sniffled, another tear falling from my cheek. Today was supposed to the concert, and I was supposed to go. But I wasn’t his anymore, just as he wasn’t mine anymore. All the ‘I love you’s we shared and hugs, kisses and pecks on the cheeks seemed even more valuable now.

That’s when the idea popped into my mind, I’m in love with him, shouldn’t people fight for what they love? I practically pulled myself off the couch and got dressed. I stared at the tickets on my dresser and slid them into my purse before slipping my Vans on and running out to my car.

Brendon’s POV:

It was the concert and I wasn’t up to it. Dallon patted me on the back.

“I know you’re in the dumps, dude.” He said and I nodded, “But you’ll be okay, I mean, she’s just a girl, right?”

I lost it, “She’s not just a girl!” I snapped at him and sighed afterwards, I had never been this hung up on a girl before. “I’m sorry, Dallon. She, she just meant a lot to me..” I looked down, “Let’s just get this over with.” I said and he nodded.

The curtains opened and the crowd screamed, I flashed a smile at them.

“Hey all you sinners!” I yelled into the mic and the crowd went wild, at least they were happy.

Reader’s POV:

I just happened to be late because I left only thirty minutes before the show had started. When I got there I could see Brendon on stage, taking a song request.

“So what song?” He yelled into the mic.

The crowd shouted mixed answers until someone shouted Sarah Smiles and the crowd started to chant it. Brendon hesitated for a second and then nodded, plastering a fake smile on his face.

“Alright! Yeah, c’mon guys lets do this!” He yelled to the band and they started to play the introduction. “I was fine, just a guy living on my own, waiting for the sky to fall, then you called and changed it all, doll..” he sang, but out of nowhere he stopped singing and sighed.

“Look, guys. I’m gonna get super personal with you guys.” Brendon said, the crowd’s loud nature seemed to cease as he continued, “I just broke up with my girlfriend last week and well, I feel like shit..” he chuckled and sighed. “I still love her, like a lot.” he pursed his lips together.

I started to shove people out of way as I tried to get to the front, “Brendon!” I yelled pathetically as I found my way to front. “Brendon!” I shouted again. “For fuck’s sake, look at me.” I muttered, a miracle seemed to happen as he looked down.

“(Y/N)?” He said, his expression was mixture of happiness and shock.

Brendon’s POV:

(Y/N) was standing in the front row, her eyes looking up at me.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, staring at her.

“I realized that you meant too much to me. You drive me nuts and you tease me all the time, and I love that. I love the way you wake me up with little kisses on the neck and how you sometimes burn the toast or they way you simply sing so loudly in the shower that I can hear you when I put my makeup on-” I cut off her off by pulling her up on stage.

I placed my hands on her waist, “Just shut up,” I chuckled, “God, I love you so much.” I finished and leaned down to kiss her, she stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against mine.

I want to talk about this for a quick second, because this is one of the purest things that Lukas has ever done for Philip. 

Philip is such a giving person, he puts all he has into his relationship with Lukas and we have seen time and time again that he will put himself through hell to help make Lukas more comfortable. And while Lukas clearly cares for Philip, he doesn’t know how to show it and deal with his feelings and ends up taking more than he gives a lot of the time.

But this, Lukas was so ready to have some wet, wild fun with Philip and is clearly disappointed when Philip won’t get into the water, but instead of guilting him or trying to manipulate him into going swimming, he simply goes and sits next to Philip.

What really makes this moment beautiful to me is that Lukas doesn’t question Philip or press him about his reasons for not wanting to go into the water. Lukas has to be curious (I know we all are), but he can tell that Philip feels seriously about it so he simply accepts it.

And that is why it is so pure and selfless

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Plot: Sebastian Stan. You’ve heard that name a million times before, and not in interviews. No, you heard that name every single morning for four years straight. During high school attendance. You and Sebby were partners in crime. Two peas in a pod. Best friends. You even lived in the same apartment building in high school, and when you weren’t at his place, he was at yours. He was the starry eyed Romanian kid who was gonna grow up and be an actor, and you were the one who fought off all the jerks who said he couldn’t. But high school ended and you simply lost touch. So when you run into him at a random ice cream parlor in Brooklyn, old feelings resurface and new ones arise. Because he’s not a starry eyed kid anymore.

Warnings: language


Characters: Sebby Stan and Chris Evans


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“I’m telling you Chris, that’s her. That’s y/n!” Sebastian assures, trying to look back at you without making it obvious.

“You mean the y/n? The one from high school? The one you talk about way too often and haven’t seen in years?” Chris laughs, not caring to make his staring at you discreet.

The final day of filming for Captain America: Civil War was a month ago and all the cast went their separate ways. But of course, they can’t be apart for too long. So when Chris said he’d be in New York for a movie he’s directing, Seb insisted he stay with him.

And now here they are. At an ice cream parlor on the corner of Jay and Willoughby in downtown Brooklyn, trying to spend as much time in the line as possible do they can debate wether or not Seb should go talk to you.

“Yeah that y/n.” Seb nods, unable to keep from smiling. He tries to hide his blushing expression from Chris, who has already teased him enough about the memories he’s shared from when you and him were young.

“Holy shit.” Chris grins, covering his mouth with his hand to stifle a laugh.

“What?” Seb questions in response, refusing to meet Chris’s gaze.

“You! You are what’s funny!” he retorts, “All this time I thought you and her were just old pals or something. But you had a crush on her didn’t you?” Sebastian tries to say something in his defense, but he can’t seem to form the right words. “Was she your girlfriend?” Chris asks, noting how stunning you are as he glances back to survey you again.

“No!” Seb shouts a little too quickly, and a little too loudly, “No, definitely not. I never…she never…we never….” he stumbles, suddenly flustered. “We were just friends. I never thought of her as anything but a friend.”

Chris gives him a suspicious look, biting his bottom lip as he squints at his obviously lying friend. “So that’s it? You were just friends? BFF’s? Besties? Freshmen Sebastian never thought to ask out his gorgeous best friend?” he asks incredulously.

“Nope, we were just friends.” Seb shrugs, trying to seem casual, “And I’m lucky we were that. Who would want to hang out with the dorky Romanian kid?” he adds, his words smaller.

“Well I sure did.” comes a calm voice that makes both Chris and Seb freeze immediately. Seb’s eyes dart to Chris’s, which are wide and slightly terrified.

“Fuck.” he mouths, slowly turning around.

“You two are horrible whisperers.” you laugh, “Sebastian Stan. I haven’t seen you since-”

“Our last summer together.” he finishes, memories of those warm glorious months before you both went to college flashing through his mind. Without thinking he steps forward and throws his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against him in a tight embrace. “I’ve missed you.” he mutters, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath.

“I missed you too Sebby.” you laugh, calling him the nickname you used way back when. You pull away and look him up and down, shaking your head all the while. “You look so different.”

“I’d hope so.” he chuckles, shoving his hands in his jean pockets. And for a moment you both forget everything that’s around you. For a moment, you’re just two confused kids back in high school trying to figure out the world together. For a moment, nothing has changed.

And then Chris clears his throat loudly and the moment is gone.

“Oh, yeah. You’re here.” Seb nods jokingly, “Y/n this is Chris.”

“Chris…I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before…” you say as he reaches out to shake your hand.

“Well I’m an act-”

“Plumber? A plumber right? Did you come and fix my sink last weekend?” you ponder much to Sebby’s amusement. For a split second Chris’s confident bravado falls and he looks slightly disappointed.

“No. No I did not.” he sighs, elbowing Seb in the ribs as he continues to laugh uncontrollably.

“I’m kidding, of course I know who you are. You’re Chris fucking Evans for god’s sake.” you assure to his relief, all though he’d never admit it. You’ve loved Marvel since you were a kid, so of course you’ve seen him and Seb in the movies.

“So do you live here in Brooklyn or are you visiting or what?” Seb asks, looking up at you with a glimmering smile. Seeing you again, all these years later right in front of him, it just brings everything back. Everything he felt for you in high school, all those memories of sleeping at each other’s houses when you couldn’t bear to be at your own, and talking on the phone until you fell asleep, and ditching every single school dance because neither of you were ever asked.

Well, that last one wasn’t entirely true. You were always asked by multiple people to all the lame school dances, but you never told him that. No, because Seb was your best friend. And if he wasn’t going then neither were you.

“I live here now. Just moved into an apartment a few blocks away.” you say, shuffling forward as the line to order ice cream moves forward. When you left your place this morning you didn’t plan on coming here. But it’s hot out and ice cream was too tempting to pass up, so you decided to stop. And now you’re insanely glad you did.

“You live with your boyfriend I assume?” Chris chimes in, as a horrified Sebastian kicks him in the ankle.

“Wow that was um…that was very discreet Evans. Very discreet.” you say sarcastically, your cheeks reddening with embarrassment. Sebastian’s cheeks are of course much redder. “But uh, no. No I’m not seeing anyone.”

“Well in that case why don’t you and Seb here-”

“Go sit at a table while you get the ice cream? Sounds great Chris thanks.” Sebastian interrupts, and before Chris can protest you are whisked away to the table farthest from the register, near a glass window where warm sunlight streams through.

“He’s quite the charmer isn’t he?” you smirk, taking a paper napkin out of the holder and folding it in your hands. Seb let’s his head fall in his hands and groans.

“I didn’t tell him to ask that, I swear.” he says embarrassedly, running his fingers through his Bucky length hair. You nod understandingly. You went to middle school, high school, and college. You’ve heard far worse from guys. After a few moments, he works up the nerve to look you in the eyes again, immediately regretting the decision. Because when he looks at you, he’s suddenly lost and breathless. Even after all these years you’ve still got him lovesick as hell.

“I gotta ask you something y/n.” he says abruptly, “Do you remember second semester of freshmen year? When you got in that fight against those two guys?” he asks, not really expecting you to. Maybe the memories he remembers so clearly and fondly you don’t care about as much.

“You mean the fight I won against those two assholes? Of course I remember Sebby!” you laugh, tossing the balled up napkin at his forehead, “Because afterwards you took me out Juniors and bought me an entire cheesecake. Then held back my hair when I threw up an entire cheesecake.”

He shakes his head in laughter as he knocks away the napkin, causing it to bounce off the window and onto the table. “Well, and I know this shouldn’t bother me but, I mean god I’ve wondered about this for years…”

“Spit it out.” you laugh, glancing at the register to see if Chris has ordered the ice cream yet. You didn’t even tell him what flavor you wanted.

“Why? Why in the hell did you fight two guys twice your size? What could have made you so damn mad? Anytime I tried to ask you just…said they deserved.” he says, laughing off the words. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear and rests his chin in his hand.

“Well they did. Deserve it I mean, they deserved it.” you nod, your mind flashing back to that day in a quite vivid memory.

“But why? That’s all I wanna know.” he insists.

“It was a million years ago. I don’t…I mean…it was stupid. It doesn’t matter.” you say sheepishly.

“I know, I know that.” he mutters unconvincingly, “But the fact that you wouldn’t explain made me think the fight was about…me.”

You offer a frail smile and draw in a long breath. Seb looks at you, eyes wide and sweet, and suddenly he’s not him anymore. He’s not this tall, built, model like handsome guy. Suddenly he’s high school Sebastian again, smiling all bright and innocent with cute, soft features. And you don’t want to hurt him. But it’s been years since that day, and you know he won’t stop asking.

“They were just…they were talking about you in, um, in a, er, not nice way.” you say in a small voice, your hands curling into fists at the thought, “They we making fun of you Sebastian, you and your whole acting dream, but they didn’t mean it. I mean, they were just trying to make me mad. They were being immature teenagers that were unaware of the fact that I could throw a badass left hook.” Your breaths are harder and faster than you mean for them to be, but you can’t control it. It’s stupid, because it’s over and it was over the moment you sent those guys to the nurses office, but it still makes you mad.

“Oh” Sebastian mutters, not really sure what he thought the answer to be, “That’s…expected.” he laughs.

“If it makes you feel any better, you proved em all wrong. Every last one.” you smile, reaching your hand over to grab his without really meaning to.

“Except for you of course.” he says, his voice barely a whisper, “You were always ridiculously optimistic about me.” You only shrug in response, but it’s true. For some reason you had an uncanny faith in him, when he said he was going to be an actor you simply nodded your head in agreement and decided you would help him get there.

“I get to ask you a question now.” you state, offering a bright smile as you slip your hand out of his, “Is it true that you never thought to ask me out?” You cover your face with your hands and peek at him through your fingers. And he is laughing.

“My god y/n, of course I did! I thought about it every fucking day. I just said that so Cupid over there wouldn’t try and set us up. But that didn’t really work did it?” Seb smiles, sighing in defeat, “I was in love with you, l mean really in love with you. It was bad.” He looks up at you with those sparkling eyes of his, unsure of how you’ll react.

“Damn it Sebastian! Why didn’t you just ask me out?” you chuckle, “You do realize that we were both single all through high school because we, the two closest friends in the whole world, didn’t tell each other the truth?”

“Wait, what do you mean the truth? Did you…I mean did you actually…” he stutters, feeling like an idiot teenager all over again.

“Have a crush on you? Yes, I did. I’m convinced you will always be clueless when it comes to romance Sebastian Stan.” you say. Then, as if on cue, Chris waltzes over to the table carrying two ice cream sundaes ladled with chocolate sauce.

“I didn’t know what flavors you guys wanted so I just got the ones I wanted and covered them in chocolate.” Chris explains in what seems to be an apologetic tone, but the eager smile he wears says otherwise. He slides the rather large glass bowls across the table, one for him and one for you and Seb to share. Ah, what a hopeless romantic. “So what did I miss? Any embarrassing stories about young Sebastian you care to tell me?”

You ponder the question for a moment. You’ve got plenty, because who didn’t do embarrassing things in high school, but he’s also got a lot on you.

“No. Nope. Never. Not gonna happen.” Sebastian interjects become for you can say a word, “New topic. Um, y/n that’s a great shirt.” he says absentmindedly, just now noticing the shirt.

“It sure is. And I bet it would look even better on Sebastian’s bedroom floor.” Chris says plainly, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. All you do is roll your eyes and bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep from laughing at Sebastian’s mortified expression.

“Chris.” Seb grunts, pushing him up from his chair, “Why don’t you go get some napkins or something?”

“But you’ve got napkins right-”

“Please.” Sebastian says through clenched teeth, a worn smile playing on his lips. Chris, able to take a hint, shuffles off.

You spoon a bite of the rapidly melting ice cream into your mouth, unable to tell what the flavor is underneath all the chocolate sauce.

“Okay, new question.” Seb states, eating a spoonful of ice cream from the same dish.

“Shoot” you say lamely, making cheesy finger guns at him. He takes a shaking breath and claps his fingers together, his gaze fixed downward at the table. He opens his mouth to say something but can’t seem to form the words, and instead offers a shy smile.

“Would you maybe…want to…could…” he tries, his voice barely audible, “Do you think you’d want to come back here someday?”

You give him a puzzled look and shrug your shoulders. “Yeah I guess, since I live so close and stuff.” you laugh, still confused by his question.

“No not like that. I mean yes like that, but not like that kind of that.” Seb says in a heated flurry of words, “I mean with me. Would you want to come here again with me, at the same time. Together?”

Is he asking you out? On a date? To an ice cream parlor that you are currently sitting in?

“No thank you Sebby.” you nod, swirling the halfway melted ice cream with a spoon, “The ice cream here is terrible, but the company is pretty nice. So what do you say we go see a movie or something instead? With me, at the same time, together.” you question, mimicking his words lightly.

“Yes.” someone shouts from behind. You turn around sharply to see Chris, who is sitting at the table directly across from you. “He says yes. Well, he didn’t say yes out loud but that’s just because he’s in shock. If he was able to talk right now, he’d say yes.” Chris assures. He stands up quickly and in one swift motion is in the chair next to you, his arm slung around your shoulders.

“He’s a real catch y/n I swear.” Chris chuckles, looking at a speechless Sebastian.

“Yeah,” you grin thinking back to the day you met Sebby. It was the first day of Freshmen year and you were in home room. It was strange. You saw people you knew and were friends with from middle school, but they didn’t seem to see you. There were too many people. So when lunch rolled around it was nothing but chaos, chaos and bad cafeteria food. You decided on eating lunch in an empty classroom instead, except it wasn’t empty. There was Sebastian Stan, the boy who just moved into the apartment above yours.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were in here. I’ll go somewhere else.” you’d said quickly, a step back.

“Nah it’s fine. I need someone to read this scene with” he’d shrugged, waving you inside. He thrusted a piece of paper at you and nodded. “Your name in Hannah. You’re lost in the woods, hungry, and you found me, I’m Jackson. Well my real name is Sebastian, but in this scene I’m Jackson. And I have the only food for miles. Got it?”

You took the information in quickly and have him a thumbs up. And that’s it, that’s the story of how you became friends. Because the next day he was in that same room with a brand new scene, and the next day, and the next day, and the next day. You and him both.

“A catch indeed.”

Justin Bieber - Apology (Requested)

Justin pushed me up against the wall behind me. His shirtless, slightly sweaty chest moving up and down with his heavy breathing. His necklaces dangled off his neck, one hand pushing my hip to the wall and the other near my head so I simply couldn’t get away. He was angry, and I knew why.

We were at the club, I had deliberately dragged Justin on to the dance floor. And unknown to me I got lost in the crowd and thought Justin was still behind me. I started dancing with some random stranger, thinking it was Justin, and let me tell you, it was getting heated on the dance floor. But it was when Justin found me pulling me away when I realized my mistake, and Justin didn’t take my reason behind it. Now he was angry.

Just before he pinned me to the wall it was a screaming match, me trying to explain what happened and him yelling at me for not realizing.  But now he had me in this position, and I was felling quite vulnerable. He lowered his head down to the side of mine, his breathe cold on my shoulder. “You’re gonna regret dancing with that guy,” he whispered it lowly in my ear, I felt shivers going up my spine and goosebumps raise on my arms. I struggled to push him away, my hands on his hard chest as I pushed with all the energy I could muster up while feeling like this, it was pathetic. 

Justin let me push him back, stepping back and letting me go from the wall. “Turn around,” it was a simple command, and right now, I didn’t want to make him any angrier by saying no or stalling. So I did what he said, and turned around against the wall, my hands on the cold wall.

He stepped closer, I could feel his presence behind me, as I tried to get closer to the wall. I could feel his hands touch my sides, and slowly moved downwards to my hips then my thighs. I looked down, letting out a heavy breath, “arms up,” was all he said. Justin pulled my dress off my body, pulling it up over my head as I was left in my knickers only. Justin’s hands went to my sides again, this time moving up and wrapping around my body, inching closer and closer to my nipples in mere seconds. His chest was pressed against my bare back now. “I want you to apologize,” his lips moving to my shoulder and up my neck. “I’m sorry, I thought it was you,”

“Not good enough,” he replied instantly, like he didn’t care what I was going to say before he even made up his mind of what to say. Justin’s hands finally travelled south, where, right now, I needed to feel his touch the most. They went down my stomach, light trails of his fingers again giving me shivers down my spine. But as I thought they’d continue straight down, and against myself, I was wrong. He diverted his hands to my hips, letting a finger on each side go inside the fabric of my underwear. Slowly pulling them down my legs, eventually they just fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. They were left on the floor as Justin span me around, his lips crashing into mine for the first time since we’d gotten back from the club. 

My arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders, letting my bare body get that much closer to his half naked one. It didn’t last long before he pulled away, stepping back the slightest bit. He gave himself room to take off his pants and boxers underneath. His hard member slapping against his stomach, but he didn't go to touch it. Instead he stepped closer to me again, pushing me against the wall behind me where I’ve been possibly the whole night. His lips once again were pushed against mine, his tongue breaking its entrance into my mouth in seconds. My arms again wrapped themselves around Justin's neck and shoulders, as his hands moved from my waist down to my arse. He lifted me effortlessly, using the wall to his advantage of keeping me airborne. I managed to wrap my legs around his waist, just as he pulled away from the kiss. 

He looked at me then looked down, I knew what he had in mind. I moved one of my hands down between us, grabbing his member and pumping it a few times in this awkward position. I lined it up to myself as Justin managed to lower my body down onto his. A moan spilling out of my lips as my hand retreated back up to grip onto Justin’s shoulder. 

My nails dug into his shoulder as he pushed my body further up against the wall. Pushing himself inside of myself completely before pulling out almost all the way. He used the wall to squish my body against it, letting one of his hands go to the wall beside my side. He moved his face into my shoulder and neck, biting onto where the two join as his thrusts into me got rougher and rougher. My eyes shut tightly as I went to look up, giving Justin all the more room to mark me. His lips trailed down my neck, across my shoulder then back up my neck to my jaw. Moving his lips to mine as I was close to orgasm. Justin swallowed all my moans sin the sloppy, messy kiss. I was the one to open my mouth, making the kiss collapse. I let out an pornographic worthy moan as my head moved back, lightly hitting it on the wall. 

“OH GOD, JUSTIN!” I dug my nails further into his skin as I came. Clenching myself involuntarily around Justin, as he held on. Justin’s thrusts didn’t finish until I was a panting mess with nothing left in me. He pulled out as his member was between us both now. I moved one of my hands from around his neck to around his member, only needing to move my hand along it a few times before he came all over our chests. His forehead against my shoulder as he let out one of the hottest groans I’ve ever heard come from him. After he was finished and panting along with me, he slowly let me down. My legs weak I slipped down the wall and fell on my bum. Justin chuckled as he went to help me up, sitting me on the bed before disappearing and coming back with toilet paper to clean up with. 

“Do you still not accept my apology?” I finally regained my usual breathing.

“I think what we just did was better than a sorry,”

“Good, because if I wasn’t so tired from that I’d say lets go again. Night.”

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So this was a request by alisadelina that I wrote way too much for. Thank you for the request because, as you can tell, I thoroughly enjoyed writing it. The ending is the way it is because I did not want this to become too long. However I might turn it into a longer fanfiction.net story later. Enjoy!

Prompt: can you do a fanfiction request where you are a shield agent and you have to irregated loki and he keep flirting with you

“Interrogation”

Fury swept his fingers across the multiple screens in front of him.
“How’s ‘real power’ doing? Does he want a magazine or something yet?”
“No change, sir. He hasn’t said a word since you left.” Agent Maria Hill responded from not too far away. Fury frowned. They had managed to ‘capture’ Loki in Germany yet it didn’t feel as though he was truly a prisoner.
“Want me to send Romanoff in, sir?”
“No. Not yet.” He scratched his chin in frustration. Romanoff would undoubtedly be able to get results but something fishy was definitely afoot here and he didn’t want to deal his final card until he was sure he had the best hand. That being said, he wasn’t entirely out of options…
“Hill, bring in Agent (y/l/n).” He said and the brunette nodded to him from across the room before strutting out in search of you.

“Absolutely not, sir. I politely decline.” You said with your arms folded. 

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