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{Special} College!AU JB
  • major: ancient history 
  • minor: latin 
  • sports: men’s lacrosse 
  • clubs: latin tutoring, classic film club
  •  looks cold an unapproachable because he’s always reading an intimidating looking book about the history of ancient greece and like he’s known as the hot older classman who can understand and speak latin fluently and apparently even a bit of Spanish?? And everyone whose ever had a class with him rants about how smart he is and how scary it is because how the hell does he know,,,,,,,,,,,,everything
  • jb in reality isn’t cold and he’s always reading because that’s his major: to read and learn about the ancient world
  • his friend youngjae tried to explain it to jb that like jb just knows all this stuff normal people probably don’t even comprehend and jb just frowns like “understanding the roots of modern day politics and society all stem from learning about ancient empires-“ and youngjae is like “see! when you talk like that it’s scary…….”
  • jb was still like ???? because to him knowing random dates and historical events that defined the renaissance is like casual small talk but apparently that isn’t true to everyone else (which is a shock to him, amazingly)
  • but aside from people not wanting to approach him because of his demeanor there’s also the fact that he’s Hot and the entire campus knows it
  • like he’s super smart, sophisticated, and also……handsome beyond words
  • the whole silk black button down shirt unbuttoned at the top and slim framed glasses + one long earring and simple silver rings that he wears he like 
  • looks like he came off the pages of a high class fashion magazine not…….the campus library………..
  • but yet you become acquainted with him through kind of uncomfortable circumstance see you’re sitting, minding your own business probably sobbing silently to yourself about an upcoming project in the quiet study part of the library 
  • when suddenly this person keeps trying to grab your attention
  • and when you look up you can only roll your eyes because it’s the gross dude that’s been chasing after you since you set foot onto campus like he saw you at orientation and tried to get your number blah blah and like you’ve turned him down countless times but he like Does Not Get It and it’s annoying
  • and like you really don’t need this now when you’re stressed enough as it is
  • so you’re like “please, go away.”
  • but ofc this douchebag doesn’t listen and keeps trying to whisper something at you and like suddenly he starts saying really…….Creepy things and honestly you’re getting scared
  • and like you don’t want to cause a scene because you’re in the silent study room and like already some students are throwing you glares because the dudes being loud
  • but also you don’t want to get up and leave because he’ll just follow you and soon enough you feel like crying a bit because now he’s like moved to sit beside you and you’re like leaning away in your chair, so much so that an inch more and you’ll fall out
  • and like you seriously can’t believe this is happening to you right now when suddenly you hear an unfamiliar voice go “come here.” and like you look up to see this tall, striking student standing in front of you
  • in one hand he has a copy of “The Rise and Decline of Macedonia” and he’s got this piercing stare that basically makes the creep that was bothering you jump up in his seat 
  • and for a second you’re like ,,,,he’s not talking to me is he?? but the boy just motions to you to get up and you’re like
  • my mom taught me not to trust strangers but trusting this (very handsome) stranger seems 100% better than staying with this creep who just won’t let up
  • so you like gather your things and stand but then the creep like grabs your arm and you wanna wrench it away but mysterious hot boy who is your savior now i guess literally puts his hand on the creeps arm and he’s like “ i will break every bone in your body if you don’t let go of them right now.”
  • and the creep like huffs like “yEAh right like you co-”
  • and the boy leans closer and he’s like “i know medieval torture techniques, wanna test me?”
  • and in that moment you swear you’ve never seen anyone look as terrified as the creep who wouldn’t leave you alone and he literally like melts into a puddle of fear while the mysterious boy just straightens up, takes your hand, and walks you out of there like nothing just happened
  • and outside you’re like “um- um tha-thank you i - um your name?” 
  • and he doesn’t look back, just tugs you along the campus and answer in this low voice; “jb.”
  • and you’re like “thank you jb, but um where are you takin-”
  • and he turns around all of a sudden, so fast you practically walk right into his back and he’s like “that creep, he’s been bothering you for a long time right?” and you shift back and forth and you’re like “yeah, but it’s ok-”
  • but jb like clicks his tongue like “is it ok? because it don’t look ok back in the library. if i wasn’t there would you have been able to do anything?” and you’re kinda like at a loss for words because like yeah you wanna be like of course!! i can fend for myself!! but at the same time in that moment when you were being harassed you’d frozen up and like if jb hadn’t put an end to it-
  • but you like look away and jb kind of sense he wnet to far with his tone and he’s like “im sorry. it’s just, ive seen him bothering you before. i have lacrosse campus outside of the english department and i see you come out and he’s always hanging around you and it annoys me because i can see you don’t like it.”
  • and you kinda like you’re like ,,,that’s true but also your heart kinda skips because like has ??? he been like watching you??? someone as handsome as him……….is this a dream
  • but you shake it off and you’re like “i don’t like it, and ive reported it but no one does anything so i just put up with it.” and jb frowns and you kind of try to force out a laugh because you don’t want him to worry
  • but jb is like out of the blue like “how about this - how about i walk you from class now on?”
  • and you’re like ?@??@!? wHA ??? and jb looks dead serious he’s like “no really, that asshole irks me the way he won’t lay off and i really think the only approach left is for someone to be there to scare him off.”
  • and like you agree, but you’re also like “jb i just met you, we aren’t even friends, what would make you want to do such a big favor like that for me?”
  • and jb just clams up a little and like you swear you see some pinkness in his cheeks or soMETHINg and jb is like !!!!!!! “ i just…..i just…….my friend junior is an ethics major and he’s always going on about how wrong the world is and seeing that creep think he’s entitled to keep bothering you like it got me thinking that i could at least maybe help stop that-”
  • and he’s rambling now and his dark, stern cold eyes are darting back and forth in cute embarrassment and you’re like ,,,,, wELL if you INSIST 
  • and that’s how you get hot, aloof mysterious ancient history major jb to kinda be like your bodyguard
  • and you tell him that your class ends at like 6:00 tomorrow and he’s like ill be there and you say your goodbyes and when you’re like in your dorm your roommate’s like so whats up
  • and you’re like “do you know a guy named jb?” and your roommate’s eyes widen like “oF COURSE I KNOW JB he’s in my archaeology of rome class and he’s sOOOooOO dreamy!!! WHY??” and you kind sink into your blankets like “…..he’s offering to walk me from my classes……” and your roommate close to like jumpS on you like WHAT TELL ME THE DETAILS 
  • and so like you go to your class with butterflies in your stomach and you’re like @ yourself like calm!!! down!!! this doesn’t mean anything jb is just a nice person
  • and when the time reaches 6 you shyly like wait outside on the corner near the building and you look up from your book to see jb there and instead of his usual jeans, button down shirt and glasses he’s got his lacrosse uniform on and his sweaty hair is in his face and he’s like “hey, sorry i just came from practice. is that creep around?” and you’re like sohidgdvjfla jkjkjk you’re like “nO!!! haven’t seen him!!” and jb smiles and you’re like holy shit am i looking at god
  • and he smiles and like a group of girls off to the side probably start screaming and you’re like ??? and jb’s like “they’re always there. idk how to get rid of them.” and you’re like omg jb you have a fanclub and he’s like what no way and you’re like smile. and he’s like what and you reach up to like pinch his cheek and be like smile!! and jb kinda reddens and you’re also like oh - oh my god im sorry i didn’t - i - and jb’s like no no it’s ……ok 
  • and you two shyly like look down and the fanclub is probably like seething but whatever this is you and jb’s au moving on
  • and so jb picks you up from class for the rest of the week and everytime all your friends gather at a distance to gwack at him and you’re like guys dont!! but they’re like DUDE YOU GOT THE MOST UNATTAINABLE GUY ON CAMPUS TO bASICalLY PROTECT YOU and you’re like ahdf SHHHH
    and each time jb just becomes more and more handsome like once he was early and was just leaning against the wall with earphones in, sipping an iced coffee and he looked like a movie star you couldn’t believe he was a real person
  • and then the youngjae accident happens
  • as in jb comes to pick you up and next to him is this smiling cute boy that excitedly introduces himself as “jb’s bestest best friend” and his name is youngjae and like before you get to your dorm youngjae is like “hey, let’s all go out to eat!! mark and jackson texted me that they’re already at our usual place, what you say?” and he’s like leaning over to you and you’re like ??? you’re inviting me and he’s like oF COUrse silly, let’s go!!! and you’re like UM and jb is like yOUNGJAE I SWEAR
  • but somEHOW you end up eating dinner and you meet the rest of jb’s friends who are all much more colorful and loud minus the english major mark who sticks to just eating the whole time LOL
  • but as you’re going back to the campus, and mark is trying to carry a tipsy jackson on his back and jb is apologizing to you for his friends youngjae is like
  • “hey, jb you should invite your significant other more often!! they’re so cute and funny!!” 
  • and you and jb are like : SIGNIFICANT OTHER????
  • and youngjae’s like yEAH ive never seen jb so in love with someone and you’re like WHAgjsedfw and jb is like youngjae. you’re dead. im gonna smother you in your sleep. say goodbye- and probably starts chanting some curse in latin
  • but not the point
  • after what youngjae says jb actually finally gets the guts to ask you out on a real date, like you know after he picks you up from class
  • and it’s cute you guys go to a museum screening of a  documentary on rome and jb chats excitedly about it and you might not know half the terms he’s using but seeing him smile so much literally melts your heart into 23124 pieces
  • and after that well you know ITS HISTORY (i couldn’t resist)
  • you still get walked from class by jb except this time he gives you greeting kisses and like you have his hands around your waist while you two walk
  • and the entire campus is up in flames over you two
  • but you and jb just like enjoy each others company
  • and jb gets into the habit of comparing you to beautiful art pieces from the past and you’re like oh my god and i swear jb probably refereed to you as like an ethereal being once to youngjae and like youngjae never lets him live it down
  • at the campus Halloween party yall went as a mythical couple flower crowns, togas, you know all of it and it was literally the cutest couple costume ever (you guys made the college newspaper)
  • and jb loves just having you listen to him study latin out loud and you compliment how beautiful he sounds and he’s like what no;;;; and you’re like “jb you sound like a young scholar from the past” and he’s like aG?hfkow but he loves the praise. he loves it
  • jackson: “cupid really got you jb, didn’t he???” 
  • jb: “jackson you have three seconds to run.”
  • you and jb staying in to watch old movies but also jb takes you out dancing to one of the clubs in town and boYYYY  does he know how to GRINDDDD 
  • you and jb plan a study abroad to greece because it’s been his dream since he entered college and im not saying anything but you two + a hotel balcony + some wine + you know where im going with this 
  • jb getting you roses the morning after and also sneaking past the teacher whose supposed to be on guard duty LOL
  • but yes you and jb just cuddle together and you’re always in his lap with your hands around his neck, he loves when you kiss up his jawline
  • and that creep? the one that was bothering you from before? well one look at jb and he RUNS the opposite direction at the speed of light
  • and not even jb, the rest of college!got7 like corners him one day and is like: if you touch the love of jb’s life of jb - we will make sure to end you.
  • in conclusion: you and jb sharing eskimo kisses as mark makes a gagging face in the background GOODNIGHT 
Morning Run

More Tom Hiddleston now

Word Count: 1,207

Summary: You go on your ‘usual’ morning run when you get distracted

AN: Another just generally cute one shot that I had in storage. Decided to post it because I’m still having trouble writing anything new without throwing in lots of my usual angst. Hope you like it! 

Mwahh - Jess


“Bye-bye, Charlie.” You spoke in a baby voice and pet your dog’s head before walking out the door and checking your shoelaces for the fifth time this morning.

It was a pretty normal day. Everything was on time. The sky was clear, You could see Mrs. Corey walk out wave at you from her cute little green porch, and the cute dog from down the street was running around his owner’s garden.

Then his owner came out.

This dog was cute. This man was gorgeous. He was slim but his tank top showed off his obviously existent biceps and forearms. The same with his shorts which showed off sculpted calves. His name was Tom, which you inquired when you bumped into him during your usual morning run, distracted by your phone ringing profusely.

He went on morning runs too. You wondered why you’d never bumped into him before. His house was only around the block from yours. You thought you would’ve at least-

“Aah!”

Your thoughts were very much interrupted by not only the scream that came from your own mouth or the ditch that you had managed to miss while looking at the God of a man but the throbbing pain that ran up your leg from your ankle. Also, the fact that you were now on the ground.

“Ow, ow, ow,” You repeated over and over, squeezing your eyes shut and holding your leg near your ankle tightly. You groaned and threw your head back before hearing a voice.

Like velvet and melted chocolate and British.

“Are you okay?” You opened my eyes and looked up, trying to focus through the tears forming in your eyes to see Tom standing over you.

Wow.

The pain shook your thoughts away and turned back to Tom who was now looking at your ankle. “What happened?”

“There was a pothole over there. My foot must have fallen into it,” You explained through slightly gritted teeth, trying, and failing, to hide the pain.

“It looks like a sprain,” He finished looking around your foot and turned back to you, “We need to put some ice on this. Come on.” He finished and moved around you before hooking his arms under your knees and shoulders.

He lifted you up and you immediately started squirming, just not being comfortable and not wanting to look like a helpless child in front of your secret neighbor crush.

“Hey, hey, It’s just a sprain. You can put me down. I can walk,” You continued squirming in his arms and struggled when he looked at you with a raised eyebrow before mumbling a short, “okay”

So he did put you down, but when you tried to walk, a searing pain shot up your leg and you instantly stumbled, grabbing on to Tom’s shoulder and him reaching out his arm in front of you.

“Ow, ow, it hurts, it hurts, I can’t-” You were interrupted by Tom picking you up again, “Come on. Let’s get inside.” He spoke again and you blushed.

His dog barked and jumped wanting to play and Tom shushed him before finally entering his front door. He set you down on a counter before moving to the back, you assumed, to get some ice so you took the time to admire his house.

It was cute and very cozy. It had cream colors flourishing the walls and carpet, matching the classic reds and browns of his furniture. It also had pale curtains, allowing light to seep in, making the room just as bright.

“Here’s some ice. You should probably avoid using that foot for a while,” Tom spoke and came out of from the back, handing me a block of ice wrapped in a thin towel.

“Uhh, thanks,” you replied simply

What do you do when you’re in an almost stranger’s house and he’s kinder than your family’s parish priest?

“Y/N, right? I remember you bumping into me a while ago,” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but admire that laugh. You chuckled back and murmured, “Yeah.”

The two of you talked most of the day. He made tea and you told him one day you’d teach him how to bake cookies. You actually became friends with this mystery God-man. Although, after a few more laughs, you decided it was probably time to get home.

“I should, uh, go.” You said and Tom’s face dropped into a small frown that you caught but then he looked at the time and looked back at you. “I’m so sorry. You probably had something to do.”

“I didn’t,” You chuckled at him and tried to calm his fidgeting, “Charlie just might be worried about me. It’s not exactly like me not to return after my morning runs.”

His face seemed to drop even more after his eyes widened. He nodded and stood up, smiling at you, “Let’s get you home then.”

He brought you around the block in his car and seemed to fidget a lot more. “I’m sorry again. I hope Charlie doesn’t get mad at you.”

“Would you like to meet him? I’m sure he’d love to meet the man who saved my ankle,” You laughed again before limping out, still clutching the thin towel that Tom had given you and waiting for Tom to get out.

He nervously got out of the car and walked you up to your front door and you opened it for him. Charlie immediately running towards you and jumping up and down.

“Hey, there. Who’s this?” Tom crouched down and scratched behind your dog’s ears. “This is Charlie. He’s large but it’s all love.”

Tom looked up at you like you had two heads and then looked back at the dog in front of him before standing up and letting out a prolonged, “ooh.”

He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck, explaining how he thought Charlie was your boyfriend and you both laughed it off.

“Would it matter if he was?”

“Well, I don’t think your boyfriend would like it very much if he knew the guy from around the block was crushing on his girl,” He spoke nervously and looked up at you. You and your gaping mouth.

“Sorry, I just. You’re really-”

You silenced him with a kiss on his cheek before giggling, “I like you too, Tom. Where would I be if you hadn’t been there to save me?”

“On the pavement?” He replied and you both laughed again.

You both agreed to hand out soon before hugging and him walking back to his car. You sighed dreamily and watched him drive away when you realized. You don’t have his number or last name. You knew where he lived but, come on. You groaned and plopped back on your couch.

Your foot started to hurt again so you grabbed the thin towel and saw the markings that Tom left. It was smudged from the melted ice but still, it put a smile on your face. It was his number with a note, some words crossed out and someone obviously attempting to erase them.

‘Call me. Or not. I mean you don’t have to. I really like you.’ You giggled and immediately saved his number, promising never to miss your morning runs.

Close Future - Part 4

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Summary: You’re becoming more and more a part of the Avengers, you feel as if you’ve found your place, but it’s possible that the mistakes of your pass is coming back to haunt you.

Warnings: None.

Words: 3 357

A/N: And so it continues… There are 100% typos in here somewhere cause I did not read through it :)))) Anyway, hope you enjoy! Please tell me your thoughts!

Also this chapter is a bit longer but I wouldn’t mind making it even longer. Is that cool?

TAKING REQUESTS

Originally posted by thatfunnyweirdindiechick


She woke up in the room she had already come to love. The sun had just begun to rise, meaning it was earlier than usual for her, but she couldn’t mind less as orange and peach rays of light streamed through the tall windows. She crawled out of her bed towards the glass wall, looking out over Manhattan in the breathtaking dusk. In the far distance she could spot Brooklyn and Queens, and she was almost sure the next thing was Bronx. Much nearer she could see the outlines of Central Park’s greenness break the concrete and brick that covered the island.

She looked down her bare body stripped down to her underwear, seeing the healed tissue of her scars glisten in the sun. Some were barely visible but others were so badly sown it seemed as though the stitches were still left in her flesh. She knew the villagers who saved her life said a few pieces of the missile entered her body and settled too deep to remove. She wondered how many, and if she could find out in the Stark Tower.

Her stomach growled, and she would not disobey its command. She walked to the wardrobe and was surprised to find it had been restocked with clothes suited for her. The day before, there had been both male and female clothes of various sizes. Tony must have had that arranged during their dinner somehow.

She found a pair of yoga pants with looked far more tactical than anything she had seen on the market. She put them on and grabbed a black, slim fit tank top. She made the bed afterwards before heading out of her room.

The building was completely silent, which was relaxing. Everyone was still asleep as it was only six in the morning, but she hoped no one would mind that she came early to the breakfast table and helped herself out. Since the evening prior, she felt as if she had already became more part of the team. Even if it wasn’t official, it seemed as if it eventually would be as long as she still wanted it.

She descended down the gentle slope from the floor of everyone’s rooms to the lounge and kitchen area, almost smiling at the beautiful sunrise casting long streaks of golden light through the walls of windows.

She made her way up to the kitchen and began to seek through it for everything she needed. She found a pan eventually and some oil, turning on the stove before heading to the fridge where she found some eggs. She began to make an omelet in the comfortable solitude.

“Good morning?” She jumped by unfamiliar voice and turned around towards the elevator where a man stood, a duffel bag in his hands and black attire, a glistening arm made of metal at his side which captivated her eyes. She tried to not look at the bionic limb but maintained the manors she had learned to value highly in the military.

She moved the frying pan off the stove and went up to the man. “You must be Bucky.” She held her hand out to shake his to his surprise.

“And you must be Y/N. Steve told me you’d be around.” He explained. “Said you know Sam.”

“That, I do.” She headed back to the stove and got out another plate, splitting the omelet in half with the spatula and making it into two servings. “We served in the military together.”

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows, impressed and surprised.

“Five years.” She assured as she brought the plates to the table. She hurried back to the fridge where she grabbed the pitcher of orange juice she had seen when getting the eggs and got two glasses along the way. “Please, have a seat.” She motioned for the two plates she had sat down in front of one another.

Bucky was hesitant but listened, taking a seat and watching her pour up a glass of juice for him and place it down by his plate kindly. “Thank you.”

“I’m no true chef, but I’ve never found it that difficult to mix up some eggs, salt and pepper.” She chuckled, grabbing a bite.

“I don’t mean to come off as rude, but Steve told me some extraordinary things about you…” Bucky suggested and she nodded, realizing what he was getting at.

“I was in an accident in Afghanistan. Barely survived a missile explosion. After that, I somehow posses the power to see the close future. Although I’m afraid I’ll have to demonstrate later. I’m very drained in the mornings and let’s just say that yesterday, I got to experience what happens if I defy that fact.”

He was astonished. “How far ahead can you see?”

“Thirty minutes is my best.” She smiled, taking a sip of her drink and continuing her breakfast which Bucky had seemed to have forgotten in the moment.

“Still, thirty seconds is so useful. You can see your enemies attacks before they even know them themselves. That’s absolutely brilliant.”

Her smile widened, an airy and short laugh leaving her parted lips as Bucky had been the only one to point that fact out. When she first got her powers, she felt as if there was something wrong considering how short ahead she could see. In movies and books, people who could see the future could see decades ahead. But over time, she learned that she didn’t want to be able to see that much. Thirty minutes was more than enough for her.

“Exactly. It’s saved my life more times than I can possibly count.”

“I can only imagine.” Bucky pressed his lips together in a smile. He thought the breakfast would have been awkward and cold considering how they were strangers, but perhaps it came easier to them considering their military past and abnormal abilities and appearances? “Is that from the accident?”

A couple of scars were seen on her arms, the least brutal ones thankfully. “Yes. Villagers from a nearby settlement of the accident stitched me up. Their sowing is a little rough, but I didn’t get some strange disease and the wounds all healed properly, so I don’t have anything to complain about.”

She was tempted to ask about his arm, but she would not risk stepping on any toes or pick at any wounds. If he wanted to speak of it, she was sure he would.

“I was told yesterday that you were on a mission. I take it went well considering that no one spoke about you returning so soon?” She changed the subject to avoid any tension.

“It did indeed. I was only retrieving some files lost in an explosion in Wakanda when we were there over a year ago, helping out a friend of ours.”

“The king, right?” She wondered. “The king of Wakanda?”

“Yes, T'Challa. He works with us whenever he can but doesn’t stick around here like the rest of the lot. After all, he has an entire country to take care of.”

“Seems reasonable.” She smiled, the conversations flowing on easily all the way up until she glimpsed that Steve would show up within a few seconds.

“Steve’s coming down.” She stated, glancing towards the landslide from the bedroom floor.

“What?” Bucky had already forgotten what her abilities were and stared at Steve in surprise as he appeared.

Bucky?” Steve furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at the friend he hadn’t expected to find. “What are you doing here so soon?”

“Mission was a success. The lost files have been returned to Wakandan authorities… Also, T'Challa says hi.” Bucky embraced himself as Steve went for a quick and harsh hug, surely not as brutal for the two elites as it would have been for her for example.

“Well, I see you’ve met Y/N already, Sam’s friend I told you about a week ago.”

“Yes, she had the kindness to serve me breakfast actually.” Bucky smiled towards the girl who had been so much nicer than what he had thought of a stranger.

“How are you feeling today?” Steve said, evidently hinting the small accident the day before. She hadn’t given it any thought, which was a good sign in her book.

“I feel like my normal self. In an hour I’ll be in top shape, I’m sure.” She gave him a firm nod to reassure the man who took it upon himself that everyone on the team were always well.

“Good, I believe Tony wants us to move to the new base up north. If you’re alright with that, of course.” Steve had to ask if she was alright with anything, which was a strange contrast compared to the military where she was ordered to do things whether she liked them or not.

“New base?” She hadn’t heard any plans of moving at the dinner the night before. Had Tony truly made them before seven in the morning a Saturday after a night drowned with wine? She didn’t find it very likely, even after knowing Tony for merely a day.

“It’s this dislocated place here in New York but further up north. It’s off the grid, spacious, and a lot more secluded. So if you ever want to do some extraordinary training, you don’t have to care about the public eye.”

She did like the sound of that, even if she had just started to fall for the Stark Tower. “We’re moving today?” She wanted to know the details.

“Well, it’s not so much moving as it is traveling. We just pack up our most personal things and then everything else exists in the new facility already.” Steve explained with a confirming nod from Bucky beside him. “If you’re not in on this whole thing yet and don’t want to move I understand but-”

“No, it’s good. This is good. I’m devoted to this whole being-a-hero thing now so moving location is no concern of mine.” She smiled. “The sooner the better? Or when are we leaving?”

“If you had a ride of your own you could get on the road in a minute, but I believe me and Sam said around nine. I’ll be merrily surprised if Stark as much as gets out of bed before eleven.” Steve sighed and Bucky huffed, a subtle way of laughing, knowing how well Steve’s words fit into Tony’s character.

“I’ll leave with you then. I already have my bag packed from when I got here.”

The corner of Steve’s mouth twisted up slightly. “Old military habit? Not packing your bag up since you don’t know when you’ll have to leave?”

She nodded, looking down at the floor as it was all too true, still smiling. “Ha, yeah I guess it is. Old habits die hard, isn’t that what they say?”

“I believe so.” Steve placed his hand on her shoulder briefly as he passed her by, a way of him to express what he couldn’t put in words when it came to him relating to Y/N’s military background.

“Thank you for breakfast, by the way.” Bucky said as Steve opened up the fridge in the kitchen and reminded him of the omelet he had eaten. “It was very good.”

“What can I say? Three-ingredient-dishes are my speciality.”


As they came to New Jersey and the island of Manhattan became smaller and smaller in the reflection of the rear view mirror, she felt as if she could finally relax, but that lasted only for a second.

“Right, so I was thinking about how to physically explain your abilities. My best theory is that it’s something related to wormholes…” Peter spoke excitingly and pointed at the many doodles and numbers in the notebook in his lap which he had been focused on all morning.

“That’s an interesting theory.” She said, glancing down as the hasty handwriting she could scarcely read.

She sat in the middle backseat of the car which Sam drove, Steve in the passenger seat and Bucky to he left with Peter to her right. They were literally squeezed together and at first she almost submitted and went with the later departure with Tony, Bruce, Natasha and Scott who would be taking an aircraft of some sorts, which sounded a lot more spacious than the car she was sat in.

“In some way, you must have access to a wormhole which has its other end in the near future-”

“How do you explain the drainage of her power then?” Sam asked, half seriously, half mockingly that he was completely nerding down in Y/N’s gift.

“Well… Her ability could be that she can access wormholes. You know, like naturally gifted? Like Clint with his incredible aim?”

“He practiced that.” Sam stated as his eyes remained on the road.

“He told me he was born with his amazing aim.”

“He’s bragging.” Steve glanced to the backseat, smiling hopelessly at Clint’s persona which still took presence even when he wasn’t around himself.

“Well, there are others who have gifts. Maybe Y/N is one of them?”

“I got my powers after a missile went off?” She attempted to get answers from the young boy who had only begun to explain his theories, not actually diagnose.

“Maybe the ability you already had was somehow triggered by the explosion? Wormholes are usually created after a large and powerful eruption which shifts the matter around or within it, causing a hole in the matter around it and breaking the space-time-continuum-”

“Okay, pause… I feel like I’m a three year old talking with Einstein, and I’m older than you and we’re talking about my abilities.”

“I have a headache.” Bucky confessed to her left, glancing across her lap to Peter’s notebook.

“It’s not that complicated. I’m sure Bruce can explain it even further.” Peter tried but he had already lost the rest of the passengers with his scientific explanation of Y/N being able to see the future.

“Get into the left lane. There’s a car blocking the right one further up.” She stated from out of nowhere. Without questioning, Sam flicked on the blinkers and went to the other side. Within a few seconds they could see the truck which seemed to have run out of gas, blocking the lane like she had promised.

“You just accessed a wormhole which was just a few seconds ahead, making you see the future-”

“That’s enough science-talk, spidey.” Sam glanced back in the rear view mirror for a second. He was also beginning to feel a headache begin to surge and would rather avoid it if he could.

“We can talk about it with Banner later, alright?” Y/N had seen the embarrassment in Peter upon having his excitement shut down. She couldn’t let him feel so bad about simply wanting to explain her powers to her.

He nodded, smiling.

The car went silent for the first time since they had left the Tower. She sat looking out the front window further ahead, watching the distant suburbs of New Jersey spread out. As time went by, the houses progressively began to appear with more distance between one another and the suburbs faded to countryside to forest. After an hour of driving they were surrounded by miles upon miles of thick forests which had a calm to it the city could never match.

“Wasn’t that the car that was behind us before?” Peter suddenly broke the silent which had lasted for half an hour almost. Y/N looked at the teen who had his upper body twisted around, eyes staring through the back window intensely. She followed his gaze to the black car which drove behind them, its windows suspiciously tinted and Peter’s notice of seeing it earlier was alarming.

“We’re being followed.” She stated, sinking back to her seat with fear in her features.

“Shit…” Sam said calmly as he too caught a glance of the vehicle through the rear view mirror. “Are we?” He didn’t want to believe it.

“I’m one hundred percent certain it’s the same car as fifteen minutes ago, and there’s an identical car riding behind it.”

“That’s a tail.” Steve confirmed, looking through the side mirrors. “What the hell is this? Anyone in here feel like they have a reason to be followed?”

The three in the backseat looked amongst each other, looking forward to Steve and Sam afterwards with clueless looks.

“I just came back from a mission where T'Challa and I pretty much put an entire organization to the ground. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t like that…”

“Still seems unlikely that they would have been able to track you after all of our security protocols and then hunt you on U.S soil.” Steve said whilst continuing to watch the vehicles behind them.

Y/N sat still, eyes lost into space and time where only she could see. Peter was the one who noticed.

“Guys…” He called out, watching the color flow around in her eyes like a blurry movie. She seemed unreachable, or at least she did not make an effort to speak in the moment.

Bucky looked at her in amazement as he had never seen her powers visually before. Steve turned around in his seat and Sam glimpsed back whenever he felt he could. Y/N remained still, eyes glued forward.

“Update, Y/N. What’s going on?” Steve needed to know.

“I’m pushing a little further ahead, trying to see what’s going to happ- oh god…” She gasped, eyes snapping back to reality. “They’re going to open fire in about one minute, just as we pass the next road sign.”

“Shit!” Sam repeated himself, gripping the steering wheel tightly and accelerating.

“No! The reason they’ll open fire is cause we’ve noticed them. Just drive like we’ve done all along.” Her eyes were faded with colorful lights again but only for a short moment. “We’ve bought some time, I can’t see them shooting at us within the next five minutes.”

“Okay, that’s good. I’ll contact Tony and the others, see what they think we should do.” Steve brought out his phone which he handled like an old man, his fingers clumsy and pressing harshly on the touchscreen.

She tried to think of any reason why she should be the one to have someone tailing her. She liked to think it was someone else from within the car, but the likeliness of her past catching up with her was too plausible for her to ignore. She didn’t want to be the target. She was a newcomer to the team which she wasn’t even officially on yet. She didn’t need her past to bring unnecessary complications like men chasing after her in tinted cars with machine guns.

“…Tony, shut up…” Steve snapped, surprising everyone, even Y/N who didn’t know the man. “This is no time for your jokes and your sarcasm, we’re being followed… Yes… No I- hold up… Y/N? What are you seeing?”

Steve tore away from the phone call with agony and looked back at her. She didn’t say anything at first but looked ahead in time, the color in her eyes enough to let Steve know she was looking for an update of what was to come.

“One of the cars is going to drive past us to be ahead, putting us in between them. No guns yet.” She said as she came back from the film which had metaphorically played inside of her head.

“They’re going to lock us in. A minute ago she saw them opening fire but we’ve avoided it… Yes, you see, that’s the beauty of having the future revealed to you. You can change it…” Steve sounded more than tired of Tony on the other end. “Where are you guys?… Alright. We’ll wait for air support then.”

He hung up.

“What’s the plan?” Bucky asked, not liking the staring headlights from the car behind them.

“We wait for Tony and the others to arrive. They’re a few miles away but the Quinjet will make it in five I’m sure-”

“We might not have that long…” Y/N stated, no one noticing her glowing eyes until she spoke. “We have a few seconds before bullets come flying.”

Hikari No Jukyo (Dwelling PLace of Light Pt. 2

@croissantrose71 I will tag you forever with this fic xD Since this idea was super fun… and super dokidokinowakuwaku to write, I swear, I’m giddy and that’s not normal towards your own story. I think.

A/N: So…Hikari no Jukyo part two… festival and confession and going home… excitable Akko like old… Dokidokinowakuwaku

Dad interrogation? Maybe? Nah?

Maybe dianakko kiss goodbye? This is a messed up A/N: brought on by a sleepy student who just got free time from school. I’m sorry for spoilers… If this is how it ends up?

Ok, also… you guys noticed too, right? Akko’s waist is like… thin… like what? Then again, everyone’s is! And before you say ‘What about Jasna’, don’t even go there, coz you know I’m all about that bass. And this was irrelevant in so many ways.

I beg you, don’t expect too much. This might be horrible compared to chap 1 XD… and I’m honestly not laughing. I’m yawning and dead- dying, rather…

Enjoy?

~Shintori Khazumi

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Was it a dream?

-A tale of fiction, romance and drama interlaced, woven by a dream weaver’s thread to form a pattern for the figment of an imagination of a love-struck human being?

Diana hoped it was not. Wished it weren’t. Prayed it was all real.

And as she opened her eyes that morning, as she breathed in the fragrance of the flowers, felt the coolness of the morning brought on by the sea breeze, Diana Cavendish was capable of concluding that indeed, there was no mistaking it.

Each and every love-filled moment was her reality.

Loving Akko, and potentially being loved back was no false image on her part.

Every touch, every step, every word, every breath-

Every kiss…

It had all been real.

And if it still remained unbelievable, a thorn-less red rose- she didn’t care how it got there, accompanied by a card addressed to her, scribbled in the same neat calligraphy as the names the day before, lay right by her, the first things she’d ever see once she opened her eyes. This was a symbol of proof, of truth, of love.

Good morning, beautiful~ Enjoy your day! <3

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Nothing At All - Alfie Solomons Fan Fic: Chapter 21

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*A humourous little chapter to lighten the mood from recent trauma and necessary evil.*

(Sorry for the delay today, Tumblr was a wee snarky bitch and wouldn’t let me add any photos of Alfie.  A BLOODY crime in my opinion.)


Chapter 21 – Addled

The sounds of muted voices carried up the stairs, gently nudging into her dreamy state.   She could detect the low, deep tone of Alfie and was pretty sure the other voice belonged to Ollie.   Couldn’t stay away from work.   She shook her head upon the soft pillow and snuggled deep under the covers, the bed taking a chill without his warmth beside her.   Adjusting her sore hip under the covers, a wince creasing her delicate features as the wound pulled.   A deep throbbing felt at the entry point and down her entire leg.   She was sitting up and struggling to check the wound when Alfie entered the bedroom, a slight limp still detected.   He noted the pale skin and worried gaze as she lay twisted in the sheets, trying to peel the bandage from her side.

“Hey… easy love.  Let me do that.”    He brushed her fingers aside and began to peel the taped bandage slowly.   She hissed through her teeth and gripped his arm tight.

“Right, deep breath then…” and he pulled the remainder off in one pull, cringing as her yelp threatened to burst his ears.  “Bloody hell.  Damn near burst my ear drums.”

Immediately he felt remorse as he caught her gaze and the tears swimming within the swirling depths.  Her hand still gripped his arm and her breath was in shallow gasps.   Reaching a hand up to her temple, he found her skin hot to his touch.   Quickly he glanced down at the bullet wound and found it an angry shade of red that stretched out in a wide circle down her hip and onto her upper thigh.   He pressed a finger into the swollen red circle and she gasped in pain.   It was also hot to the touch.   She saw the worried gaze he couldn’t conceal, as he once more limped from the bedroom, his voice hollering down the stairs.

“Ollie!  Ollie, hurry up – now!”

Ollie’s questioning voice was barely heard from the bottom of the stairs.

“Call the doctor, tell him it’s an emergency.”

The sounds of Ollie’s running steps fill the house.   Then a few seconds later his voice carries up the stairs.  

“He says what kind of emergency?”

Alfie’s voice thundered back down the stairs, “The kind where I am going to fuckin shoot him, if he doesn’t get his ass here … NOW!”    

More running steps, followed shortly with, “He’s on his way.”

Alfie came shuffling back into the bedroom mumbling fuckin hell he is, right under his breath, while he avoided Alyona’s watchful stare from the middle of his bed.

“Alfie?”    

“Yeah love.”   He sat on the edge of the bed with a groan, palms pressed to his eyes.

“What’s wrong… how bad… is it infected?”

Alfie looked over his shoulder and reached back to take a hand, “Yeah, it’s infected.   Not bad though I think.”   He squeezed her hand, rubbed his thumb along her fingers.  “Doc fix ya right up soon.”   His eyes finally met hers, saw the dullness that pain had wrought, though she nodded bravely back.   Her lips compressed white in a thin line.

“Does it hurt much?”   She only nodded in response, tears slipping down her cheeks.   He was moving to pull her close, when Ollie yelled that the doctor had arrived.    He brushed her cheeks and then went to meet the doctor at the top of the stairs.

She could hear their low voices out in the hall, and it was only a few moments before the doctor entered the room; closing the door behind him.   Much to Alfie’s displeasure, duly noted in the mumbled fuckin hell from the other side of the door.

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Goldfish

Goldfish
Wayhaught Best Friends AU
Rating: T
5 chapters & epilogue- complete
12,059 words
Full Work Here


“Darlin, you look beautiful…” Gus got teary eyed as she looked her niece over, clad in a lovely dress, the lightest shade of pink. It wasn’t too tight, but not too loose either. Fit just perfectly over Waverly’s petite frame.

The occasion? Prom.
The date? Nicole Haught.

Well, kind of.

The girls decided to ditch going with guys, and go with each other. They’d rather hang out with their best friend than worry about finding guys, no, boys that neither of them particularly liked to spend an evening with. Nicole never wanted to go with a guy in the first place, but she hadn’t told Waverly that. Maybe because she couldn’t quite put her finger on why that was.

“Thanks, Gus.” Waverly wrapped her aunt in a hug before she heard the doorbell ring. She pulled back, “will you get that? I’ll be right down.” Shoes…

Gus left Waverly to let Nicole in, though, she wasn’t sure why she rung the doorbell. She hadn’t done that since the first week she’d met Waverly. From then on, neither of the girls bothered knocking on the other’s door. They were family.

Nicole only had to wait a moment. She heard a voice. That voice. The voice that Waverly used when she was just a little shy and nervous. And Nicole wasn’t sure what it was about that voice, but when she heard it, her heart beat just a little bit faster.

“Hey.” Waverly came into view.

Long, perfectly curled hair fell over her shoulders. The dress … her dress. The softest pink fell over every curve and stopped just above her knees, a thin white belt around her waist to accentuate her figure. And black heels that only added to … everything.

Nicole’s brows knit in confusion. What’s happening…? This shouldn’t be happening. Her stomach bottomed out and filled to the brim with butterflies, heart beat harder than it ever had in her life. And for the first time in all of her years of friendship with Waverly, she felt nervous.
Nervous as hell.

Luckily for Nicole, Waverly was distracted by how completely different Nicole looked. A long, black dress hugged her tall, slim figure, the top was lacy and elegant and sleeveless. And wow, how did she not notice how beautiful Nicole was before this? She thought back to other times they’d dressed up. Huh, she did look nice… Well holy shit, my best friend is a babe!

They both came to about the same moment, fortunately. Neither was caught staring. Though Gus stood in the kitchen, arms folded in amusement, watching the entire scene.

Nicole finally remembered to speak. “So uh, you ready?”

“Yes! OH wait! No!” Waverly rushed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, returned. Two corsages. They grinned bigger than usual as they put the other’s on.
“Okay. Now I’m ready.” Waverly smiled up at Nicole as she linked their arms.
Butterflies.

Boost Playlist

Drunk in Love - Beyonce ft Jay Z
Kiss - Prince & The Revolution
Standing on the Sun Remix- Beyonce ft Mr. Vegas
1999- Prince
U Got The Look - Prince
BLACK MUSE- Prince
Dance for You - Beyonce
Purple Rain - Prince & The Revolution
Party - Beyonce ft Andre 3000
1000 X’s & O’s - Prince
Flawless Remix - Beyonce ft Nicki Minaj
BREAKFAST CAN WAIT - Prince
Check On It - Beyonce ft Bun B, Slim Thug
Love On Top - Beyonce
AIN’T ABOUT TO STOP - Prince ft Rita Ora
Countdown - Beyonce
And God Created Woman - Prince
Listen - Beyonce
Superpower - Beyonce ft Frank Ocean
THIS COULD B US - Prince

Late Night Confessions

Pietro Maximoff Imagine #11-Requested

Q: I love your writing! I don’t know how you do it but you’re great at it! Always makes my day when I read them! I was wondering if you could do a PietroxReader imagine where the reader is oblivious about Pietro having a crush on her even when the Avengers tell her, and doesn’t believe it until a late night confession when she can’t sleep?

A: YES OF COURSE AND THAT MAKES MY DAY THAT I MAKE SOMEONE HAPPY ABOUT MY WRITING! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ITS IN THE MORNING OVER HERE SO I APOLOGIZE IF ANY PART IS CONFUSING!

“I can’t believe that you have been training with me ever since the Red Room and yet you are still oblivious to the fact that the Maximoff boy likes you.” Natasha said out of nowhere. You were slightly taken aback by the sudden statement and coughed slightly while taking a drink. You both had come back from your daily morning training you two did together before joining the others to get some breakfast.

“Where on earth did you come up with that theory?” You laughed as you wiped your mouth from any excess water that had been coughed out.

“It’s not a theory. It’s the obvious. It’s amazing how you’re the only one who can’t see it,  I mean what did they do to you in the Red Room? They taught me how to figure someone out in a glance. Yet for you, you still can’t even see a basic school girl crush. You don’t even need the training to see that he likes you. Ask anyone.” She told you as she got out all sorts of fruits for one of her smoothies. She got out two glasses as someone else walked into the kitchen. The both of you turned your heads and saw Tony walking in the room, rubbing his eyes as he was still in his pajamas and in a sleepy state.

“Morning you two.” He stated sitting down on one of the stools at the counter. Nat grabbed another glass as she started cutting up the fruit.

“Stark, don’t you agree that it is obvious on who likes Y/N.” She asked as she continued to concentrate on slicing the fruit, putting them in the blender  one by one.

“Maximoff? Yeah even Vision knows that. And he was born like a month ago.” He said while yawning and resting his head on his hands. You shook your head.

“Tony doesn’t count.” You stated, taking a seat next to him.

“I so do count I-”

“You don’t count because you’re always the one playing the matchmaker.” You interrupted him before he made one of his smartass comments. He was about to start again until he realized that you were right.

“Y/N, I can go all day asking everyone in this tower and ask them if they know about Pietro’s massive liking towards you and everyone would say yes.” Nat added before giving you and Tony your smoothies. You both thanked her before you excused yourself from them and left to go talk to Banner. You could only suspect that he was in his lab where he played with his geek toys.

You walked into the room and saw him talking to Vision, showing him what you could guess where test results of Vision’s powers. The past few days Vision has been testing the lengths of his powers. They both greeted me with a smile and a nod as Banner finished reading the results.

“What can I help you with Y/N?” Banner asked me as Vision left with a brief ‘goodbye’ and flew to do god knows what.

“Well, Nat and Tony think that their right about something.” You started, not knowing how to approach the topic casually.

“What’s different?” He chuckled as he put the results way in a cabinet and leaned against his desk, turning his full attention on me.

“Well they think that someone in the tower has a crush on me. But the thing is he flirts with every girl here. It’s not like it’s just me it’s every girl. That’s the only reason that I can come up with that seems valid as to how Tony and Nat have come up with this theory.” You ranted to him. He had a smile on his face but hasn’t said anything. A few moments passed where the two of you just stared at each other, you had a confused look, while he held the smile the entire time.

“You’re talking about Pietro, aren’t you?” He asked. You nodded skeptically, hoping that he wasn’t another ‘believer’.

“Honestly Y/N you can figure anyone out in a heartbeat and you can’t just face the facts that you both like each other?” He got off his desk and walked over to you, squishing your face in his hands.

“The both of you are the little babies of the team. We want you to be happy and it’s almost torturing us that you guys can’t see that.” He said before letting go of your face and leaving the room without another word.

“They’re the ones that are blind. He flirts with everyone. Even more than he flirts with me! He flirt with everyone else and barely with me. The world may never know how they can be so oblivious and ignorant to the fact that they think that Pietro likes me.” You scoffed as you turned around and made your way out, JARVIS turning off the lights as you walked off.

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The Signs Body Features

Aries// High cheek bones, strong defined face, usually wears bold red lip colors, determined/boss look, usually average height 

Originally posted by azariamagee

 Taurus// More of a rounded symmetrical face, soft features, usually have earthy color eyes, plump lips, usually tall or average height, earth features 

Originally posted by alaskabrown

Gemini// Usually have slimmer/long/defined face, angular eyes, long hair, lanky limbs, usually tall and slender 

Originally posted by victoriassecretinside

 Cancer// More of a round face, eyes tend to slant down a little, colorful eyes or glow to face, usually shorter or average height, feminine features 

Originally posted by kissesfrom--paris

 Leo// Like Aries more of masculine features, strong jawlines, usually have sporty/fit bodies, warm color eyes, large/a lot of hair 

Originally posted by e-motionality

 Virgo// Oval face, earthy tones and colors to their face, usually have brown eyes, curvy, average or short height 

Originally posted by dayagifs

 Libra// Slender head, head is wider at top but slims down towards chin, colorful vibe, lighter or brown eyes, average height or short 

Originally posted by acaciagifs

 Scorpio// Oval/defined face, intimidating look, usually dark hair and eyes, curvaceous/sensual look, usually taller 

Originally posted by mtvstyle

 Sagittarius// Slender chin/slightly defined jaw, usually green/ blue eyes/ bold makeup/ longer/ lighter hair, tall 

Originally posted by bricesander

 Capricorn// Rounded features, big eyes/usually blue or brown, slender jaws, but defined, curvy but tall 

Originally posted by d-estinny

 Aquarius// Eccentric look, either slender or wider head, slimmer chin, eyes have a different eye color/ pattern that stands out, smaller eyes, short or average height 

Originally posted by nadya1617

 Pisces// Rounded head or slim jaw, colorful eyes, playful look, average hair length, darker hair, short or average height 

Originally posted by insta-ghetto

 ((Also use your rising sign)) I know people have done this and I’m not trying to copy off others. This is based of people I know or have seen.