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Moriartys suits requested by @ambientcrystals

For MadeMe and X-Girl’s latest campaign starring Madonna’s daughter, Lourdes “Lola” Leon, inspiration came from an unexpected source: Delia’s ads. “I looked through a lot of Delia’s ads because they have a real obvious ’90s vibe,” says MadeMe founder Erin Magee. “X-Girl is like Delia’s but cool and New York, and that is kind of what MadeMe is now." 

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“Don’t marry him.” {One Shot}

|Pairing| {Min Yoongi 𝕩 Reader}

|Genre| {Slight Angst}

|Word Count| {2,402}


“결혼하지…마라”

Originally posted by bangtanboysbutterfly

I was looking forward to seeing her. She comes to most of the fan signs, and every time I see her I can’t help but smile because every time I see her, she tells me I’ve made her day; I made her smile. She asks me how I’m doing, if everything’s going well and the way that I want it to. She cares about me and the members, she doesn’t just come to get her albums signed; she comes to see us, or she tells me that she comes to see me, because I - Min Yoongi is her bias. She comes to give us gifts, to thank us for changing her life and tell her what she thinks about new music, new shows we’ve been on, music award shows and our achievements. I see her every so often, but somewhere down the line in the four years she’s supported us. I think I fell in love with her.

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Fixation

Fandom: Star Wars

Character(s): Kylo Ren

Pairing: Kylo Ren x reader

Summary: A new prisoner aboard the Supremacy is like a black hole to Kylo Ren. He can’t resist the gravitational pull.

Originally posted by teardropsfallen

Notes: I don’t like how short this is and the development of Ren here, but I needed to ‘get it out of my system.’

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it (and Merry Christmas)!


It had happened slowly, at first. So slowly that you could almost ignore it, if you chose to. By the time it was noticeable, it was too late. It was dangerous.

It was something that Kylo Ren had never imagined would happen to him.

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The Past On Your Doorstep - AU

Dean x Reader

Summary: After more than 4 years Dean knocks on your door, surprising the hell out of you. Then it’s his turn to be surprised when he sees a little girl standing next to you.

A/N: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Word Count: 1900+

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Suck it, ya filthy, fake Redcoat!

LTL, FTP and all that Jazz. Compared to some of the stories here mine is fairly tame, but considering my age at the time, the effort I had put into the whole affair and the resulting payoff, I would consider this pro enough to fit in here.

I’ve lived in Germany almost my entire life, yet through a twist of fate, I grew up learning the English language as a native speaker, since my father emigrated to Germany from the USA. As such, I’ve always had an American accent when speaking English and I’ve never met anyone who thought they felt the need to complain about it. Every time a teacher asked why I spoke English so well I replied that I am a US National by birth because my Father is from the US. All my teachers seemed quite impressed, except this one Hag, half a lifetime ago… If there ever was an award for creepy Anglophilia, she’d be neck deep in honors and certificates. Instead of encouraging me to speak more so that the other students could learn proper pronunciation from an actual native speaker, like many other English teachers at my school back then did, this woman thought it necessary to berate me for “speaking in such a horrible and filthy manner” and “cure [me] of that insufferable atrocity of an accent.” Mind you, these were actual quotes from this woman. My dad was no help at all. He was fairly ignorant about me being bullied by one of my own teachers, and even went so far as to yell at me to “suck it up and respect my elders”. So, yeah, I stuck it up. It didn’t help that I also wrote in American English (you know, color instead of color, tire instead of tyre, cookie instead of biscuit, that sort of thing) and the Hag had the audacity to write these “mistakes” up as double errors, meaning I got twice points deducted for spelling errors that weren’t even actual errors! I was so fed up with this woman and it wasn’t even two months into the school year.

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Michele Clapton on How Dany’s Coat Hints at Her Relationship with Jon Snow (Harper’s Bazaar)

For her ill-fated trip North, Dany donned a show-stopping gray-and-white fur coat which promptly set the Internet ablaze. But taking Daenerys’s look in a new direction was a big step for the show, costume designer Michele Clapton tells HarpersBAZAAR.com

They were nervous it would be too much of a statement,” she says of showrunners David Benioff and D.B. Weiss. “They were like, ‘White? You think that’s gonna work?’ and I was like, ‘Yes, it’s really, really, really gonna work.’”

The designer admits it was meant to indicate a turning point in the young queen’s life. “I can’t think of another time she’s gone to the aid of someone who is also, to some extent, a rival,” Clapton says, hinting at Dany’s burgeoning relationship with Jon Snow. “It had to be a real statement piece. It looks very warrior queen—she’s a vision when Jon looks up and sees her arriving.”

Though the faux coat easily looks like couture, its inspiration came from an unexpected, practical source: the Wildling , who famously camouflaged themselves to blend in with their surroundings north of the Wall. “I liked the idea of her being at one with the snow and the rocks,” Clapton says. This could, of course, also demonstrate Daenerys’s willingness to ally herself with Jon, who spent his entire life amongst the snow of Winterfell and later, the Wall.

But now it’s time to look to the future, and with a romance between Jon and Daenerys all but confirmed, we can’t wait to see how their relationship inspires Clapton next—particularly when it comes to wedding gowns.

After Hours - Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: Based on the prompt: “I have a key to the theatre, and sometimes I go there when I need to think. Apparently so do you.”

Words: 5,296 (ren and i are just…yeah)

Warnings: Swearing. 

A/N: From Ren (@alexanderhamllton- Guys, it happened!!! Here’s my first collab with Liv, which I’m so so excited about, we wrote the whole thing in one afternoon and I couldn’t be more proud of the result. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I do <3

From Liv - I am still dizzy from how much I enjoyed writing this. I finally had the honour of collaborating with Ren (aka real human sunshine) and it was so much more than I could have ever hoped for. Honestly, it is amazing. Happy reading!

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There is something very beautiful about a theatre without an audience. It is filled to the brim with potential, all these seats just waiting to be filled, an empty stage that could become an entirely different universe. The lights are dimmed down, and from inside a deserted Richard Rodgers, it is as if the entire world has stopped spinning.

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Unrequited (part 1)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader; Sam x Reader (friendship)

A/N: This is my first [published] fic, was not requested obviously, just something that has been around on my mind. I am thinking about making it a series with part 2 in Bucky’s POV. Feedback is always welcomed let me know what you think!

Summary: You are new in the tower and have a crush on Bucky, but he does not feel the same way and you overheard him.

Warnings: lots of Angst, Bucky being sort of a douche, alcohol consumption (?)

Originally posted by dolorioushaze


“That new girl, Y/N, is pretty cute don’t you think?” Sam said. You were currently hiding in the corridor, not that you were purposely eavesdropping, no, it happened by chance, you were walking to the kitchen feeling like doing some experimental cooking, your spirits were high you had a good week and you were almost skipping through the tower when you heard voices. Sam and Bucky chatting. About women. You needed to know, because it was undeniable to you now that you had a huge infatuation on Bucky, only after a week. Granted the man was a beautiful specimen of male perfection but it wasn’t just about that, the way he moved, the way he spoke, damn it Y/N get a grip

You arrived at the tower as a new administrative assistant, hired by Tony after an extensive background check. Working with Tony Stark was pretty much a career dream for you, little did you know it also came with the perks of living in the tower and getting to know the Avengers. Rent for free, a generous paycheck, how could you resist.

Back to the present, Sam Wilson seemed to be teasing James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes about you, you almost squealed in delight, but you kept quiet.
“Nah, I have seen prettier” Bucky answered. Your heart sank, yeah, you were no Black Widow, but you weren’t  ugly, were you?

“C’mon man, she is funny and smart too,”  Sam interjected. you left right there, you did not want Barnes to destroy your confidence in your wits too, your spirits were crashed already and you no longer felt like cooking, or eating, rejection albeit indirect had a horrible toll on you. So you silently left the way you came, towards your bedroom.

You laid in bed running your mind. A knock came around dinner. Sam asking if you wanted to join them. Spaghetti, your favorite. In turn, you declined and turned in early.


The weekend was uneventful, everyone did there on thing. You caught up with your ever-growing pile of books to be read, running into Bucky a couple of times, and exchanging a few words, it still hurt, his words, but after following your favorite characters around in adventures and their own heartbreaks you couldn’t help but feel better, and that way you entered the second week of work.

Soon you established a friendship with Sam, and the weeks started to pass peacefully. You teased each other and joked nonstop, your humor was so similar it was easy being around him. That came with Bucky company sometimes, especially in late afternoons when you finished work and you and Sam liked to chill to good music and drinks. Bucky was quiet most of the time, but observant. You were aware of his eyes observing you, assessing everything.
You tried to forget your crush and act normal since he was clearly not interested. Bucky was not a womanizer per se, but he had his fair share of one night stands that, to your bewilderment and disappointment, looked exactly the opposite of you.

One of those fortuitous afternoons Sam decided to make himself scarce claiming he had a bad week and wanted to turn in early, you would have bought it were it not for his concealed smirk, he was up to no good and you knew it.

“Hey Buck,” you greeted him, surprised when he entered the lounge where you were having some quality time by yourself, “didn’t you have a date?” that came out unexpected, you though.

Bucky looked at you and after a bit, he said, “I blew her off, I didn’t feel like going” He looked at you intently, as if measuring your reaction, and through himself on the couch next to yours. You squirmed under his unflinching gaze, “do you want a drink?” you offered.

“Sure,” he said, “I’ll have what you are having”. You pour a glass of wine and offered it to him. His fingers brushed yours and lingered a second too long, you look at him, into his stormy blue eyes, and your breath hitched, your heart beating at a fast rhythm. You pulled back first bewildered, and quickly made your way to your sit.

Bucky’s eyes were still on you you could feel them. But you didn’t want to look at him, you were confused, unsure, and that was something you didn’t like. He on the other hand, seemed completely in his element,  were you the only one feeling the tension?

“How was your week?”, he inquired. Surprised, yet again, you coughed “Quiet, quieter than usual that is, but anything I do must seem boring compared to your job”, you added trying to joke, after that the silence and the tension grew. Bucky finished his glass of wine and stood, you thought he was going to leave but instead he picked the book you left on the coffee table and came to sit next to you.

“I saw you reading this the other day, what is it about?” You picked it up, The Fellowship of the Ring, one of your favorites, of the ones you re-read for comfort.

“Well..:” you smirked and just like that the evening passed with you talking books with Bucky, it seemed you shared that hobby.

Later that night, while you tried to sleep, you would recap every single moment of that evening. The way he looked at you was so… intense, not exactly friendly and that only made it more confusing. He was different that much was obvious, but he was also different with you, and since he already stablished he didn’t like you, you couldn’t wrap your mind as to what it meant. As so many nights before you feel asleep thinking of Bucky, only this time you were certain your feelings were stronger than you thought.

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Therapist!Negan x Reader 

A/N: Ugh I’m a shitty person, I am so sorry this is late! Something unexpected came up today which delayed my editing >.< Thank you to the beautiful @noodlecupcakes for tagging me in your awesome challenge! Your prompts were freaking awesome xx I hope you guys enjoy this  ¯\(°_o)/¯ Shoutout to @to-pick-ourselves-up-7 for helping me out during my rut & listening to me vent out my struggles <333 love you! xx 

Tags: SMUT – TW: attempted sexual assault, and suicide, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship ~ 

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Tick, tock, tick, tock… 

You glanced over towards the large window, watching the sun set in the distance. Stepping away from the shelf, you effortlessly glided over and placed both your hands against the cold glass, soaking in the aerial view of the city below. The sky had painted your pinstriped skater dress orange, while it’s rays bounced off the delicate golden chain around your neck. 

You focused in on the coordinated movements of speedy cars driving between the intersections of the busy streets. Your lips curved into a half smile; from up here the view was beautiful but drop yourself down and you knew you would be stuck in the maddening chaos of rush hour. 

After six months of spending your evenings in this meticulously neat office, you wouldn’t have expected yourself to admit that you found this space cathartic. When you were here, you weren’t suffering from the misery of your loneliness because at least there was someone else around with you. 

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C.R.O.W.N. - Continental Reconnaissance Operations to Ward Neutrality
a disney princess modern spy au - written by Brenna, graphics by Drew

Agent 0622-12
[CLASSIFIED]
Codename: ARROW
Status: ACTIVE


Name: Merida Dunbroch.
Birthplace: Inverness, Scotland.
Occupation: Field Operative.
Division: Training - Field Sector.
Specialism: armed and unarmed combatant; disguise and deception; firearms expert; mixed martial artist; professional motorcyclist; HP V-twin 120 certified; technical skills.
Additional Knowledge: archery; equestrianism; rock climbing.
Medical Records: Agent ARROW has no significant ailments to report at this time.
Relations:
●  Dunbroch, Elinor; mother.
●  Dunbroch, Fergus; father.
●  Dunbroch, Hamish; brother.
●  Dunbroch, Harris; brother.
●  Dunbroch, Hubert; brother.


When the MOR’DU organizaiton launched a terrorist attack that resulted in her mother’s kidnapping, Merida Dunbroch used all her amateur skills to track them down on her own. An unexpected ally came in the form of Agent PING who, impressed by Merida’s talents, made arrangements for her to join C.R.O.W.N.’ ranks, arranging herself as the girl’s mentor. Merida had always been a rebel, so perhaps it was fitting that she would break all the rules by becoming a spy.

Thin Walls |Jack Avery|

|Word Count - 1.9K+|

|Request - Yes|

It was abrupt, it was unexpected. It came out of nowhere and she didn’t know what to do. So she ran, she ran to what she called her second home. She beat on the door with tears rushing down her face, sobs crawling up her throat. The door opened slowly, the boy behind it confused. Eyes widening when he saw the state his friend was in, he pulled her close hugging the girl. She buried her head in his chest, words being choked out as she tried to explain. He hushed the girl, kissing the top of her head as he rocked her back and forth. 

“It’s late, let’s go and sleep.” He mumbled locking the door behind the both of them. Lifting the girl, he softly trudged up the stairs not wanting to make the girl feel uncomfortable. It hurt, it felt as if the oxygen was being ripped from his lungs. He couldn’t bear to watch the girl he loved suffer but neither could he find the strength to confess his feelings to the girl he called his best friend.

He kicked the door shut behind him before walking towards the bed. He sat the tired girl down on the edge before bending down to take her shoes off. Tiredness and pain swirled in her orbs as she tried to wipe away the silent tears that ran down her cheeks. Throwing the shoes to the wall, he turned the light off before sitting on the bed with the girl.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He questioned letting the girl lean her head against his shoulder. She shook her head no. not being able to find the voice to speak.

“I just want to lay down Jack.” He nodded understandingly as he pulled his sheets back letting the girl get under. His heart broke at the sound of her harsh intakes, she was trying to suppress the tears. He pulled the covers up to his shoulders letting the girl cuddle into his chest. He rubbed her back listening to her breathing as it started to regulate. After a while, he looked down at her frowning at the pain that resided in her facial expression. Even though she was sleeping, he could tell she was hurting. Feeling the drowsiness, Jack pressed a kiss to her forehead before shutting his eyes. 

“I love you.” He hadn’t thought of it as the three words slipped through his lips. If only he could tell her to her face while she was awake.

—–

“Where is she?” Daniel asked Jack patting his friend on the shoulder. Daniel had heard them last night at the door but he figured Jack had it under control. It hurt Daniel to see his friend suffering from his feelings. Jack had loved her for so long but he didn’t want to dump his feelings onto her. Daniel understood but he could tell that it was breaking Jack and he didn’t know what to do for his friend.

“Upstairs sleeping. She was crying so much and I didn’t know how to help.” Jack whispered with his hands in his face. He took an intake of breath thinking of how she was crying and how she couldn’t even bring herself to speak. It hurt just as much as it hurt her.

“Go shower, I’ll take care of her if she wakes up.” Daniel offered a soft smile as he gave Jack a quick hug. Nodding Jack went back upstairs to his room. Grabbing the stuff he needed, he kept glancing at the girl to make sure she wasn’t up. He didn’t want her to know he was hurting, she would see it on his face. With one more look, Jack slowly exited the room shutting the door behind him. If only feelings were easier to deal with.

—–

“Daniel?” Daniel turned around hearing his name being called by a familiar voice. He turned to find her slouched against the counter. She offered a small smile as she took a seat at the island.

“Want some breakfast?” Daniel sheepishly offered half of his bagel making her let out a small chuckle as she took the food from him. The both of them ate in silence, thoughts running through their heads. Daniel glanced at the girl to find her with her head in her hands. He slowly put his half eaten bagel down before looking back at her.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked making her look up at him with bleary eyes. She was angry with herself, even more confused. She didn’t know how to speak of it in slow words without bursting into tears. Taking a breath, she crossed her arms before speaking.

“Daniel I d-didn’t know.” She whispered making him give her a look of confusion. 

“Know what?” He questioned making her feel unsteady.

“We were going on a date, Taylor, and I. We were both extremely happy, it seemed as if nothing could wrong. Jack had texted me asking about some gift for Zach and while I was responding Taylor completely lost it. He started shouting telling me he couldn’t do it anymore. How he couldn’t let Jack take me away from him. I was so confused, Taylor wasn’t making any sense. He told me that maybe I didn’t know, but he knew, he knew that I loved Jack. More than friends, in a way where I couldn’t live without Jack. He knew I loved Jack more than him and he knew Jack loved me just as much. I denied it but he wouldn’t listen to me.” She ranted tugging at her soft locks. Daniel came to her side of the island pulling her into a hug. It all made sense to Daniel as he pieced it together, she loved Jack.

“He dropped me off here, he couldn’t deal with my sobbing. Something clicked this morning, waking up to Jack.What Taylor said is true, I love him and I don’t know how to tell him.” She croaked leaning into Daniel. He nodded understanding what she meant.

“Go talk to him. Tell him (Y/N), it’s the best thing to do. You can’t continue to have a friendship with buried feelings.” Daniel whispered into her hair. She nodded wiping the tears away before getting off of the stool. Daniel gave her hand a small squeeze before letting her go. Wrapping her arms around her midsection, she slowly walked up the stairs contemplating on how she would tell Jack. Passing the bathroom door, she stopped when she heard crying past the sound of running water. 

“Hello?” Jack quickly covered his mouth trying to suppress the sobs. He hadn’t meant to be that loud. How was he going to explain why he was crying this early in the morning?

“Jack is t-that you?” She whispered into the crease of the door so Jack could hear her better. Huffing when she didn’t get a response, she jiggled the door handle to find it unlocked.

“I’m going to come in okay?” Jack hesitantly shut the water off before wrapping a toilet around his bare torso.

“Hold on.” She swore she heard his voice break with two words. Jack leaned his damp forehead against the cool wooden door. Was letting her in the best option?

“Listen, we have very thin walls and I heard you crying in the shower, are you okay?” She asked through the door making him let out a small sigh. Jack shut his eyes, tears being forced to leave.His emotions got the best of him as the tears started to fall.

“No, yes not really.” He mumbled feeling fucked over by his feelings. 

“Can I come in?” She asked backing up a little as she grabbed the doorknob. When she didn’t hear him disagree, she slowly opened the door gasping at the amount of steam that was in the bathroom. Jack was slumped against the wall, head in his hands. She took a seat on the floor next to him, noticing that he was still wet. He had in the shower for a long time, his fingers were pruney and pink looking. She leaned her head on his shoulders, wrapping her arm around his backside. He exhaled, he swore his throat was tightening up.

“Jack, I need to tell you s-” He cut her off, abruptly looking at her with bloodshot eyes. Her eyes softened when she realized he was in pain. What could’ve happened?

“No, I need to tell you something. Actually, I’ve been trying but I didn’t know how. I couldn’t see you suffer, it hurt so much. I couldn’t stand to see with him, Taylor never treated you right. You were fighting for someone who wouldn’t fight for you. IT was frustrating, seeing you come over with a frown because Taylor had said some bullshit. It hurt so much but last night when you came over sobbing, breaking in my own hands. I was angry with myself, I could’ve prevented that. I could’ve told you.” He rushed out looking at her. She shut her eyes, not wanting him to see the oncoming tears.

“Told me what?” She whispered making chills creep down his spine. Realizing there was nothing to lose, Jack took a deep breath before he spoke the foreign words.

“I-I love you, so much and I was scared. Scared that if I told you, I would burden my feelings on you. I didn’t want you to feel like I was trying to rip you away from Taylor. You seemed so happy and I didn’t want to ruin that. If you don’t feel the same way, I und-” She cut off his ranting by placing a hand on the back of his head. He leaned into the touch, not knowing if she would ever touch him the same way.

“That’s the thing, Jack I love you. So fucking much. It took me so long to realize that you were so much better than Taylor. The signs were there, I was just blind and in denial. Something clicked, I woke up before you this morning. Seeing you lying there, tousled curls and multiple imperfections that I find so perfect. I realized that I want to wake up to that for the rest of my life. I love you, Jack Avery, I always will.” A smile found its way to Jacks chapped lips as he wondered what he had done to deserve such a girl.

“Can I kiss you now?” He mumbled eyes running from her lips to her eyes. She slowly nodded anticipating the feeling of Jack’s lips on hers. Jack let his legs go flat on the ground before pulling the girl on his lap. Her hand slipped from the back of his head down to his collarbone. Giving her one last look, he pulled her forward pressing a soft kiss onto her lips. He could’ve sworn he felt all the pain and doubt slip away as their lips molded together. Her hands ran up to the back of his neck pulling him into the kiss. His arms reached around her waist, clasping around what he could now say was his. They both pulled back, slight pants escaping their slightly swollen lips. Her heart felt warm as she leaned her forehead against his. They both looked at each other before letting out small laughs.

“Thank you Daniel.” Jack mumbled to himself thankful that his friend had pushed him towards this opportunity. Leaning her head against his shoulder, she closed her eyes content with the outcome.

“Bless Daniels heart.”

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Junji Ito’s Collection: Episode One (spoiler-free)

Originally posted by horrorjapan

Yesterday was a blessed day. I bought Junji Ito’s newest collection and the first episode of the anime adaption of his works was released. 

I watched it and I do have my thoughts on it. If you’re interested, I put up a “little” “review”. If you have any thoughts on the first episode or want to say that I’m right or wrong, or just want to say something; feel free to comment! I always like reading them!

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confectioncarnage  asked:

ok but one of the v small forest fairies to one of the mushroom kids or somethin in front of cags and hilda r like, "WELL, WE have wings bc of MUM!!!" flies over to hilda "huh mum???"

YOU’RE KILLIN’ ME THAT’S ADORABLE.

BTS reaction to you abruptly initiating sex

I’ve had such good requests recently but I remember when I would only have one or two and i’d have them done in 2 seconds, but now I choose ones I know I can make a post out of haha.. -basically if I haven’t done yours, either it’s coming very soon orrrrrr I don’t understand it orrrrrr I can’t think of the members’ genuine reactions lololol anyways here’s a reaction that I could be bothered to do :)

!!warning!! when I published this I didn’t realise that I missed some members, I feel really bad, sorry guys :’(

the following content is for mature minds only ;)

requested by anon with a great way with words: reaction to you abruptly and impatiently initiating sex? (straddling, suddenly going for the d, insertion, idk) love your blog ;3 


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She had nothing to lose and yet fear was a cold fist closing around her heart. It didn’t matter that she was used to standing at the edge looking down or to having her feet dangle in the air - the moment before jumping, the second before her feet left the ground would always be the single most terrifying thing she could think of. It took courage - a lot of it - to leave safe ground, to feel nothing but wind in your hair, the blood in your veins, the beating of your racing heart. Leaving your comfort zone, taking a risk, being brave - no matter how much she wanted to prove what she could do, she was never quite prepared for the fall. And sometimes, even though she’d anticipated it, being suddenly suspended in air came unexpected and was so painful, it robbed her of air to breathe. Although it took her a great deal of willpower, in the end she would always choose to take a step closer to the edge and never back down if she had to decide. Because this was what really chilled her to the bone: the thought of wasting a chance. Of being handed an opportunity and being too scared to take it. So as she stood facing the chasm in front of her, she closed her eyes, ignoring the heavy pounding in her chest. And then she jumped.
—  the fall / n.j.
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Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on: “Imagine Loki being forced to live with you while Thor’s on a mission and someone has to watch him.” by @allthefandomloveandimagines

Word count: 2,640

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Originally posted by maryxglz

Killing people is not a solution. It really isn’t. It helps with the problem for a brief moment, but also creates many much more sizeable problems, such as finding a place to dump the body, hiding evidence, getting a believable alibi, answering to the police… It’s a lot of work. It’s not worth it.

You growled when the doorbell rang again, tearing you away from the pleasant comfort of the long-awaited sleep. You grabbed the gun from under your pillow and rushed to the door. You were an Avenger. You could deal with hiding a body.

“The hell is your probl-…!” you yelled, opening the door.

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Not Letting Go

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

This is The soulmate AU for Jason! I tried my best but I’m not sure how I feel about this one. Hope you guys like it!

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Your feet pounded off the concrete ground as you dashed down the street, ignoring the incredulous looks and glares being thrown your way by the other pedestrians. You were panting hard for breath but you didn’t dare stop, afraid of what your mother would think if you were late home. you knew she worried about you constantly as it was, it wouldn’t do to give her any more reason. Your father had walked out on the two of you when you were six. Your mother had gotten pregnant with you at sixteen and run away to Gotham with the man she’d fallen in love with. Since he’d left the only family either of you had was each other. Your mother worked hard to give you the best life she could, and you tried to reciprocate by making an effort to worry her as little as possible. She had enough on her plate as it was. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hard, putting in your best effort despite how tired or defeated you might feel. You didn’t always succeed, but you did your best. 

It was a sunny Friday afternoon, and the streets of Gotham were packed with citizens milling about making the most of the summer heat. You ducked and weaved around them as best you could, but you were beginning to overheat and you knew your reflexes were getting sloppy. It didn’t help that you were wearing a long sleeved shirt. It wasn’t by choice; that morning you had misplaced the hairbands you normally wore on your wrist to conceal your soulmark. When you had proudly displayed it to your mother on the morning of your thirteenth birthday she had told you gently that while it was superb that it had appeared, it would be best if you kept it covered. Your teachers wouldn’t be pleased to see swear words written on your skin, however involuntary it was. You had been heartbroken at first to have to keep your soulmate’s words covered, but now you were mostly indifferent. It was just another in a long chain of disappointments. 

You were regretting your choice of clothing now though, your clothes were beginning to stick to your skin. You jogged around a corner into a shadier side street to get respite from the sun, hoping that your detour wouldn’t cost you any extra time. The second you did you smacked face first into something solid, falling back onto the ground with an “Oof,” You shook your head, dazed, and noticed a pair of legs just inches from your face. ‘Huh, that’s weird,’ 

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” It took a moment for the words to register, and then you looked up into the face of the (outrageously handsome) man you had just bumped into. 

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Jason had been cooped up in the manor for days. He had sprained his wrist on patrol earlier in the week and Bruce had been very firm that he stay off patrol until it healed. It was just starting to drive him nuts when Alfred suggested he take a walk downtown and collect the ingredients he would need for dinner that evening. Jason wasn’t fooled, he knew Alfred could get them delivered if he wanted to, and this was a blatant ploy to get Jason out of the house before someone ended up seriously injured when he finally lost his head. Jason didn’t call him out on it, he was grateful for the excuse. 

He wasn’t overly fond of crowds however, the general atmosphere in Gotham that day was making him claustrophobic. Thus why he was walking down a narrow and less densely populated street when you had come around the corner and bashed right into his chest. He hadn’t been expecting it in the slightest, and having a grocery bag in each hand made him slow to react. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for being in the way or for failing to catch you when you fell. He juggled the bags into one hand and extended the other to help you up. You seemed confused, and he worried that you might have hurt yourself. When your eyes met his you gasped, ignoring his hand and scrambling to your feet on your own. “I’m fine, I’m so sorry, I have to go!” 

He watched, stunned, as you ran down the street and away from him. It was only when you were already out of sight that Jason recognized your words. They were written on his wrist. Jason took a minute to just stand there, thoughts racing. He had just met his soulmate. And she had taken one look and ran for it. Self loathing crept in like a slow fog. Of course you had, that was just Jason’s luck. A soulmate was the one thing life had promised him, the one person who was guaranteed to love him for himself. And even you didn’t want him. ‘No,’ The thought came unexpected, with a force that startled him. Jason had been waiting for this all his life, he’d be damned if he let you go without even giving him a chance first. If you decided he was an asshole then, that was your choice. But fuck it if he was sick of being disappointed. 

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When you reached your house you were already in tears. You had to take a moment to steady your breathing and pull yourself together before you went inside. A little part of you hated yourself for what you had just done, but you knew it was for the best. You weren’t going to give anyone else a chance to come into your life and mess it up further, even if it was your soulmate. You’d had enough of that already. You had been fine on your own for this long, that wasn’t going to change. “Mom I’m home!” You called into the quiet house, waiting for a reply before venturing into the kitchen. Maybe she had fallen asleep on the sofa again; starting a new job meant that she had been exhausted lately. There was a note on the table with your name on it and you unfolded it curiously. 

“I’ve had to trade shifts at work today, sorry sweetie! Dinner is in the fridge. I’ll be home by 10, be safe! I love you.  - Mom Xx’

You shook your head in disbelief, groaning. All that running for nothing. And meeting him! Well, it wasn’t like that could have been avoided. Fate and all that. You felt a twinge of loneliness at your mum’s absence but shrugged it off. She was doing her best for the both of you. You just wished there was somebody you could tell…

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You were sitting at your bedroom desk studying when there was a knock on your window. You jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. Your eyes flew to the window, your heart pounding. It was starting to get dark outside and you could only make out the tall silhouette of a person standing in your fire escape. You hesitated, unsure whether to check who it was or to run downstairs and lock yourself into the kitchen. The person knocked again, and you attempted to console yourself with the logic that if they were going to break in they probably would have done so already, as opposed to knocking first to warn you. Against your better judgement you edged towards the window, your heart in your throat. When you were close enough you could see that it was the man from earlier. ‘Your soulmate,’ a little voice in your head whispered. You told it to shut up. 

You wrenched open the window and glared out at him, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped when he just grinned back at you. You hissed, “Did you follow me home?!” You didn’t know if you were disturbed or impressed. You figured it should probably be disturbed. The man ignored your question, outstretching a hand towards you, seemingly for a handshake. “Hey. I’m Jason Todd, your soulmate. But you already knew that. Could we talk?” His casual tone threw you off, and unthinkingly you mumbled your name, taking his hand. The contact sent a jolt of energy through you and you wrenched your hand back, shivering. Jason just shoved his hands into his jeans pockets. He  seemed unaffected, but you noticed that he was looking at you a little too intensely to be casual. You deliberated for a moment, unsure whether or not you should refuse him. Eventually you decided that to do so would be rude, and this man hadn’t done anything to deserve that. Yet. You shrugged and ducked through the window, swinging yourself out onto the fire escape. Jason stepped back to give you room, letting out a surprised chuckle. You leaned back against the window, eyes narrowed and arms crossed. “Talk then,” 

He seemed unperturbed by your words, scuffing his shoe against the metal floor while he formulated his reply. Eventually he said, “Look, I’m not exactly the best guy. But I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time. I’d appreciate it if you’d at least get to know me before you decide that you don’t like me,” His tone was lighthearted; You would think he was joking if it weren’t for the seriousness of his gaze. You gulped. His request was only fair. You let out a heavy sigh as you brushed past him to sit on the stairwell. “That seems fair. Let’s get to know each other then. But I’m not promising anything, I don’t really buy into this whole soulmate business,” you warned. His answering smile was breathtaking. 

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You sat on the fire escape together for hours, talking about anything and everything right up until you heard your mum in the hallway calling out to you. The conversation flowed effortlessly between you, and to your utter dismay you found that you really liked this man. He was witty and clever and kind, and you felt entirely at ease in his presence. Like he had been made just for you. You told him about your dad, and about how you and your mom had had to manage on your own all these years. He had nodded understandingly, and told you a little of his own story. You were shocked and upset by his words, guilty now at having rejected him so quickly earlier. You could only imagine how that had made him feel. When it started to get cold he had shrugged off his jacket and handed it to you. The leather was warm when you pulled it on and smelled like oil and metal. It was a strangely appealing scent.

Your mom’s voice startled you, you hadn’t noticed that it had gotten so late. ”Up here mom!” You yelled through the window, praying she could hear you as you stood up. “I guess you have to go,” Jason smiled at you ruefully. You nodded, and surprising yourself, leaned in for a hug. He hugged you back without hesitation, holding you firmly to his chest as you both just drank in the others presence. When you at last pulled back you were blushing. “You will come back won’t you?” “Of course. You couldn’t stop me if you tried,” He joked. You started to take off his jacket but he shook his head. “Keep it. I’ll get it back from you next time,” “Okay,” You bit your lip to try to rein in the smile threatening to take over your face, but he noticed anyway and laughed. “You’d better go before your mum comes up here and catches us. Explaining that would be fun,” He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh of course!” You scrambled back through the window, turning back to wave at him shyly. “Goodnight Jason,” “Goodnight, sweet dreams doll,” He teased, before disappearing down the stairwell. It was only when you emerged in the kitchen to greet your mum, grinning like a fool, that you remembered that you were still wearing Jason’s jacket. 

Bloody Nose

Summary: An unexpected noseblood during class strikes up an immediate friendship with no other than Reggie Mantle.

Word Count: 2,220.

A/N: Honestly, I’m utterly in love with Reggie by now. This was a complete blast to write and as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy! (also yes i’m very well aware that that’s a zach gif and not reggie one, oh well)

Originally posted by knightlley

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