been watching you
For some time
Can’t stop staring at those ocean eyes
Infatuation was synonymous with stupidity for you, a girl who didn’t
believe in the magic of fairy tales. Fate did not drive people to love, it
drove them to greatness; a conduit for the ambitious to make sense of the
talents guarded by self-doubt and reservation. You liked to think that no
matter what happened, a higher power would be looking after you, centring you
to the right course, sending winds to fill your sails along the correct path. If
they were Gods, angelic creatures, or a simple act of nature, they did not
bother themselves with the entangling of hearts. Love wasn’t as important as
true purpose, and your purpose was to be great. You had set your sights high,
expectations low. After all, the Gods were anything but fair.
You had excepted this understanding of the world, of what would
come and how it was influenced. And then he had to come along, untangling every
red string, unravelling the complex map until it was just a heap of yarn. He
enticed you, enveloping your thoughts no matter how hard you tried to shut him
out. Even in sleep, when darkness would encapsulate your mind, the oceans would
burst through with ferocity, demanding to be felt, forcing you under the waves.
You were drowning, and falling at the same time. A nightmare disguised as a
You were the shadows, the eyes lurking from the back of the room.
The steady thrum of an evening storm, the eventual fade of an echo. He had
pulled you into the harsh light, holding your hands so you couldn’t cover your
eyes. He had turned your thunder into lightning, your echo into a scream. And
he had tugged you under, forcing you to paddle upwards, terrified and choking
for air. Then once you’d break the surface, another wave would throw you back
into the depths. He made you feel unpredictable and irrational, made you
question everything you thought you were.
But the ocean could be calm too. For every wild storm, there were
still days. Days where he’d send you a smile, or call your name softly,
beckoning you to join him in the shallow, innocent waters.
That’s how he managed to always catch you in a riptide.
You supposed that one of the reasons for your closeness with
Jon Snow was that you were both impostors in the Stark family, he was a Snow
and a bastard, and you were a Greyjoy and a traitor. You didn’t quite fit in
with the Stark’s perfect family.
Your brother Theon had it easier. He had a cock between his
legs, and would be able to fight for Robb, or at least be a strong ally due to
the salt that ran through his veins. He was a valuable piece in the game of
You on the other hand had less value to the Starks. You
could of course be married off, but you had traitors blood, so any marriage
would mostly likely be to a second son of a lowly bannerman, and of no benefit
to the Starks. It was Ned Stark’s honor that kept you in fine clothes (albeit
not as fine as Sansa’s) and kept a roof over your head; it was the same for
The pair of you had bonded over your outsider status within
the walls of Winterfell. You had sat together on the servants table when the
Lords of the North visited, drunk the servants bad but strong ale, and stumbled
your way through the castles halls back to your respective quarters.
You had loved him in such a way that only the innocence of
youth can grant.
Things were so much
simpler them. You thought to yourself as you tightened your grip on the
reins of your horse. Not much longer to
As you rode you thought back to the last time you saw Jon.
It had been the day Jon left for the wall, and ever since he
had told you he would be leaving with his uncle you had been dreading it. You
prayed to the Gods that he would change his mind, but you knew deep down that
his heart was set.
When you heard the faint knock at your door you knew your
prayers had been left unanswered. He had come to say goodbye.
“It’s open” You said with a sigh. You had always loved him
as a friend, but it had never been your plan to fall in love with him.
You could feel Jon’s eyes on you, as you practiced your
needle work; something you only ever did when you were avoiding something else.
In this case, you were avoiding Jon.
You had always known about his dreams to see the wall, and
had expected it to sting if he ever did go. What you hadn’t expected was the
sense of betrayal that you currently felt.
You felt Ghosts nose nudge at your elbow, and you quickly
buried your face into his soft fur. You were iron born, and despite having been
raised in the North, you still refused to let Jon see that you had been crying.
“Y/N please… look at me.” You could hear the desperation in
Jon’s voice, and that was what caused you to look up. You never could bear to
think of him in pain.
“What do you want Jon? Shouldn’t you be leaving?”
You knew you were being cold, but you told yourself a
prolonged goodbye would only make things worse.
Jon beckoned for Ghost, who acquiesced, returning to his
Master. You let out a small whine at the loss of his soft fur.
Jon sat down next to you on the foot of your bed and wrapped
an arm around your shoulders.
“Come on love, you’ll be okay” He said giving you a small
squeeze. Gods I’m going to miss this.
“Besides, I’ll have to visit Winterfell. It’s hardly as if
this is goodbye forever.”
You pulled away. He didn’t understand.
“Bloody Hell Snow you really do know nothing!” You softened
your voice when you continued, “You’ll be back in a year maybe two if you’re
lucky. I’m of an age Jon I might not have that long until they find me a
Jon’s face sunk at the realization; this could be it. His
grey eyes were clouded over, and you wondered if he was going to cry. Instead he
did something else, something less expected.
Jon stood up, taking your hand in his. He said nothing, but
his cool grey eyes were locked with yours. Stark
eyes. You thought to yourself, as he raised his free hand to your cheek.
His touch was warm, and you leaned into it.
He looked into your Y/E/C eyes, and for a moment you feared
that he was going to back away. Instead he pressed his lips against yours.
You melted into the kiss, quickly wrapping your arms around
his waist. You pulled him closer to you, trying to keep as little space between
your two bodies as physically possible. You felt his hands roam down your body,
tracing the curve of your breasts and hips coming to rest on your hips.
You heard a voice call out for Jon, and he quickly pulled
away. “It’s Uncle Benjen. I’m sorry Y/N… I have to go.”
Jon turned towards the door, and Ghost was quick to follow
him. You remained stood in the spot where Jon had left you. You wanted to call
out, to tell him that you loved him, that he couldn’t leave you. Instead you
watched him leave.
The Brunette lingered in the door way for a moment, and gave
you a sad smile “Goodbye Y/N”
The door clicked shut, and he was gone.
You could feel
yourself slipping in the saddle of your horse, and your eyes lids were heavy.
Your bones ached with tiredness, but you carried on, spurred on by the
twinkling lights of Winterfell, and the thought of Jon.
After the Red
wedding, you had fled. You rode for days, to the docks; and there took the
first ship to the free cities. Your ship landed in Braavos, and after days
penned up in a cabin you were glad to be on dry land. Your time with the Starks
had left you a Greyjoy unable to sail. You let out a bitter laugh.
In the docks of
Braavos you heard stories of Dragon queens, dwarfs riding pigs and fierce horse
lords. You had been happy for a while, until you heard a tale of a Lord
commander from the Wall being raised from the dead and claiming his father’s
When you heard the
tattooed Westrosi sailors share the story, you thought you might be sick. It
was Jon, he was home – and in danger.
It had been a week
since that day, and you were so close to your destination. You couldn’t succumb
to the tiredness now, not when you were so close to home.
As you approached
the gates, you saw a man on horseback riding to greet you, he seemed familiar,
but you couldn’t place where it was that you knew him from, as you slipped into
When you awoke, it
was not on horseback, but in a soft bed, with a jolt you realised that you were
in your childhood bedroom. Winterfell. You quickly got out of the bed,
hurriedly lacing up the back of a deep blue gown that had been left at the foot
of your bed.
You were about to
begin your descent down to the hall when you heard a soft knock at the door.
You hadn’t had a chance to reply before Jon Snow walked into your room.
Immediately he pulled you into a tight hug. For the first time in years, you
allowed yourself to cry.
You pulled away
from the hug, taking an opportunity to study Jon. He was still as beautiful as
he was the day he had left, but he looked older. His Jaw was harder, and his
cheeks were stubbed, but his eyes had changed the most. They were still the sad
deep grey eyes you knew, but harder now. His eyes had seen a lifetime of pain.
You wondered how you had changed.
“You don’t know how
good it is to see your face” Jon whispered, pulling you into another embrace,
and placing a kiss against your forehead.
“Back at you Stark.” You said grinning up at
It had been two
weeks since your return to Winterfell, and the change was heavy in the air.
Winter was coming, and you could feel it in your bones. Jon had been proclaimed
the King on the night you arrived, two days before you woke up.
Jon spent most of
his days in meetings with Sansa and his Bannermen, while you had spent this
time with your brother and the books Jon had bought for you. Despite the years
separated from one another he still knew you inside out.
The evenings you
spent together, once you retired to bed he would bring you a glass of mulled
wine and you would sit by the fire, talking. You hadn’t felt so young in years.
It was an
especially cold night, and you were curled around Jon, both muttering weak
excuses about the need to stay warm.
“I’m sorry I left
you Y/N” Jon said suddenly, breaking the air of companionable silence.
slightly, but regained composure with a shrug “I’m sorry too Jon, but at least
I have you now.” You snuggled up closer to him.
“I learnt a lot on
the Wall,” Jon said solemnly. You looked up at him questioningly, urging him
with your eyes to continue. “but I think the most important lesson of all was
how miserable I am without you.”
fluttered in your chest. So, had he loved you all of these years? What would
happen now? Your thoughts were interrupted when he spoke again.
“My father’s men
have made me king Y/N, and I there’s no one else I would rather have as my
You didn’t say
anything at first, and instead pulled him down into a long overdue kiss.
request from anon: eliza x reader- modern highschool au
eliza x reader- eliza is head over heels in love with reader and is encouraged by her sisters to flirt with her. basically eliza is a precious awkward bean that gets flustered when she receives the reader’s attention
warning(s): spoilers for tale of two cities? idk even
a/n: wow this took close to two months to write rip me
Summary: Waiting for a flight wasn’t ever as nostalgic, beautiful and fun as it
was that day for Taemin.
Taemin considered himself a fairly patient person, he could wait a few hours
for anything that he really wanted to do, even distracting himself with his own
thoughts or simply doing anything as using his phone or writing down on a piece
of paper whatever thought came to his head. However, he doesn’t think that the
delay of his flight that would last six hours was one of the things he thought
he could be patient about. Surely, if it was under another circumstances, if he
needed a well deserved break and the mere thought of sitting alone with his
manager on said airport was the only way of getting it, but he really needed to
leave as soon as possible, his duties filling his mind like a disease,
lingering with stress and frustration. Taemin immediately plops down on a seat,
his longish legs stretching in front of him as a yawn leaves his plump lips. Six freaking hours.
Taemin groans quite loudly, making his manager click his tongue as he looked at
the younger male. If anything, Taemin wanted the comfort of a first class
flight, with nice seats and even nicer food so he could clean his mind and
purify his body –since relaxing in his apartment wasn’t an option at this point-,
but he’s helpless as he looks down at his phone, checking the time only to see
that five minutes had gone by and it seemed like hours. Taemin fixes the cap
over his head, running his hands over his thighs quickly to create some warmth
in the cold airport before hearing the voice of his manager ringing through his
like a kid,” The manager starts and Taemin feels out of place. Surely, he was
always the youngest of his group, but he was never childish. There was a cute aura to him, that was something everyone
knew and accepted, but he wasn’t someone who whined and acted egocentric.
Perhaps, it was the amount of things that were on his agenda that made him so
stressed out, or the sound of another flight going off that made him feel so stuck.
“Do you need coffee, a jacket, anything so you can finally stop whining?” There
was some teasing lingering on each word, but Taemin sighs as he stands up,
placing his hands inside his pockets before shaking his head.
“I’ll go for a
walk around the airport.” Taemin announces and his manager only nods his head,
leaning back against the seat as Taemin walks away, his hands instantly
reaching for his pockets, peaking out slightly from his sweater paws that made
him look effortlessly adorable.
His black hair
moves against the wind as he steps inside one of the small shops that were
there, something like a convenience store or so. Taemin plays with the necklace
around his neck, gold and shining brightly as he remembers the time his mother
gave it to him, promising that she was always going to be with him as long as
he used it. He starts considering buying something, whether it was a sweet,
chocolate bar or energy bar, whatever could please his craving for anything
sweet. At that moment, his eyes catch the packaging of his favorite chocolate
bar, instantly smiling to himself as he stops playing with his necklace to
reach for it, trotting towards the attendant so he could pay with the biggest
smile over his features.
When he turns
around, chocolate bar on hand –and a few sweets and snacks on a bag on his
other hand-, he looks at someone that was checking out a few snacks on the
small convenience store. Her hair was messy on the ends, humming a small song
to herself as her oversized shirt made her look effortlessly stunning but
comfortable at the same time. At that moment, she turns around to look at the
small books that were on a shelf near the store, short enough to read on a
quick flight if you read fast enough. Her eyes instantly trail over the books,
picking up one that Taemin describes as the ‘one with the red cover’ and as he smiles to himself, he walks
towards the shelf, taking the last bite from the chocolate bar when he picked
up another copy of the book she was looking at, pretending to read through the
pages to see if he should buy it, but instead he was stealing a few glares
towards her way, amazed by the way the girl he met at the airport could be so
–breathtaking, like a pair of eyes in the moonlight with the most beautiful of
shining lights that he could compare with the busiest of cities around the
the most wonderful time of the year ✦ scott mccall
request : can you write a Scott imagine where the reader drags him into family dinner for the holidays since she lied to her family about having a boyfriend? ily bby :-)
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“Y/N, honey, you should really bring that boyfriend of yours to dinner on Saturday. What better time to meet him than on Christmas Even, right?”
All right, she’d admit it now. Unabashedly lying to her aunt about being in a relationship with a boy she had said was, “sweet, caring, and the god damned best boyfriend in the entire world,” hadn’t been one of Y/N’s better plans. In fact, as she prepared to type out a text to her aunt saying that the boyfriend that didn’t exist wasn’t available for dinner that night- or any night, really- she felt like slapping herself in the face. Y/N knew that it was ridiculous to have even made up the story in the first place, but she had grown so irritated with the woman’s constant gushing about her younger cousin’s absolutely darling new boyfriend of exactly two weeks and her carefully constructed comments about how Y/N had never brought a boyfriend around that she had had to say something. Y/N couldn’t be perceived as a pathetic loser by her entire family, even though she was one in reality.
Her finger hovered over the send button, contemplating whether or not to forfeit her positive reputation with that side of her family or just figure out a way to keep up appearances. She glanced up, her eyes scanning the hallway for a familiar face. She’d ask Lydia for advice, that girl would definitely know what to do in a situation like this- though she doubted Lydia herself had ever been in such a predicament. When she couldn’t find Lydia, she glanced down at her phone, planning to just send the message and deal with the consequences later, when she heard a call from across the hallway. “Y/N!” Scott peered over his locker down, eyes shining in delight as he spotted her, waving her over excitedly. There wasn’t anything particularly exciting about the day, he was just always happy to see Y/N.
Okay, so he happened to have a minor crush on her. It was very minor. So minor that he definitely did not think about pretty much every second of every day, he did not purposely rush to lunch so that he could slide in the seat next to hers, and he definitely did not go out of his way to give her a lift on his bike after school whenever he could even though his house was in the opposite direction of her own. Yep, the feelings he had for her were so minor, you needed a microscope to see them.
Which was a blatant lie the repeated consistently to make himself feel better, but that’s besides the point. He slammed his locker shut a little too loudly, resisting the urge to unlock it again and fix his hair that he was sure he had screwed up in his happy slew of emotions.
“Hey, Scotty!” She greeted, clicking her phone off and shoving it in the pocket of her sage green jacket. She hugged him for a moment, and he held on for a beat too long. Y/N pulled away first, of course, making Scott’s face heat up. He rarely every blushed, so that was a positive thing because if he did, he’d have the brightest face on Earth. “How ya doing, sweets?”
His heart warmed at the nickname. “I-I’m good, really really good, Y/N.” He wrapped an arm around his shoulder, and was glad that he had been doing this for the past four years- long before he was in love with her- so it wouldn’t seem strange or out of the ordinary. She leaned on his shoulder, her arm going around his waist, and if you hadn’t known them, you would’ve thought they were together; the way they smiled so adoringly at each other, the lingering gazes Scott left on the side of her face. “So, what’s up?”
Y/N came to the realization that her way out of the lie she had told her aunt was standing right in front of her, wearing a black leather jacket and sporting a grin that could light up eight of the biggest cities in the country. “Actually, I have a favor to ask, if it’s not too much-”
Scott had agreed to escort her to her family’s Christmas party almost the minute she asked, attempting not to sound too eager when he vowed to pick her up at promptly four thirty, since the drive would take little over a half hour. He had borrowed Stiles’ jeep for the occasion, not wanting to have his fake girlfriend for the evening ride in on a large and frightening motorcycle that would probably make her family think Scott was some sort of ruffian. He was wearing a maroon sweater, a white button down shirt under it, and light wash jeans. He stood next to Roscoe, his hands shoved in his back pockets as he stared at your shut door, waiting for Y/N to emerge. He lifted his head when he heard the soft footsteps winding down the steps of her home, and then the lock turned in the door, and out she came.
She ran a tentative hand through her hair, which was in gentle curls for once, and took a last glance at her outfit before heading over to the jeep. Scott gaped at her, swallowing the lump in his throat when she stared at him in confusion. “I-Wow, you, um, you look so-”
“Weird? I know, I hate my hair like this and this skirt is making my legs freeze off,” Y/N huffed, hugging her dark sweater tighter to her body.
Scott watched her climb into the passenger seat, opening the door for her first as always, before sliding in the driver’s side and starting the car. Before they pulled away, his hand ghosted over her own as he said, “I was going to tell you that you look beautiful.” He didn’t wait to see her reaction, simply pulled out of the driveway and followed the directions set by the GPS. If he had waited, he would’ve seen her give him the loving smile she hadn’t gave anyone in a long time, the smile she would reserve for a future husband, and the faintest increase in the otherwise steady beating of her heart.
When they arrived, Y/N slipped her hand into Scott’s, and whether that was for support because she was nervous or so she could really sell this couple act, he wasn’t sure. But she gripped him tightly all the same, and he had no complaints on the matter. He let her lead him into the house, studying the pictures on the wall that decorated each piece of furniture he passed. Y/N was in quite a few, school photos of when she was in middle school that Scott could remember she flipped out over, pictures of her even younger than that, her graduation portraits of her decked out in the cap and gown that they would be wearing for real in the coming months.
“Here we go,” she murmured to him, giving his hand a hard squeeze before pushing open the door to what he presumed was the dining room. The moment they entered, Scott was practically blinded by camera flashes, and he mentally cursed because his eyes would glow in the photos that came out. “Guys! Scott’s camera shy! No pictures right now, please,” she exclaimed, giving Scott an apologetic grimace before ushering him in the room in front of her. “Everyone, this is Scott. Scott, everyone.” He waved at the family gathered around the table, smiling brightly at all of them as Y/N showed him to their seats.
A woman leaned across the table to shake his hand. “I’m Y/N’s Aunt Danielle, it’s so lovely to meet you, Scott,” she announced, her tone slightly proud. “We didn’t even know you existed up until a week ago. I wasn’t sure Y/N had it in her,” she laughed, clearly meaning for it to come off as a joke, but Scott could sense the clear nastiness in her voice.
“Oh, really?” He raised his eyebrows. “She’s got the guys at Beacon Hills High beating down her door. I’m just the lucky one,” he flashed another friendly smile, patting Y/N’s knee.
“Does she now? I never would have guessed,” her cousin chimed in, giving Y/N a quick once over. Scott scrunched his nose in distaste, turning to the other girl.
“Why wouldn’t she?” He asked, letting his gaze travel to Y/N’s wide eyes. “She’s, like, perfect. She’s beautiful. And she’s funny, plus the sweetest girl in the world. Smart, too. Like, the smartest in our grade besides my best friend Stiles and his girl, Lydia. Everyone loves Y/N.” Including me. Satisfied with his answer, Scott introduced himself to her grandfather and grandmother, the smallest smug smirk twitching at his lips when he took in the dumbfounded expressions on your relatives’ faces.
He, as usual, didn’t notice when she was staring at him, the desire to take his face in her hands and press her lips to his plush, soft-looking, pink ones suddenly incredibly overwhelming. She dismissed the urge, looking down at her dinner and beginning to eat as Scott made himself a member of the family. She silently hoped that he could be, maybe.
As she flounced off to go do the dishes, Scott sipped his glass of water nervously when he felt a pair of eyes on him. It was her grandfather, staring directly at him, but not in a cold or calculating way. He was simply curious.
“Scott, is it?” He asked, knowing what Scott’s name was but still wanting to shake the boy up a bit. Scott nodded quickly, placing his water glass down on the table with accidental force and causing the liquid to slosh over the sides of the glass. He hastily started mopping it up, shaking his head at himself while the grandpa chuckled. “Nothing to be nervous about, kid, I was just curious about something.”
Scott cleared his throat. “Yeah?”
“My granddaughter loves you. She doesn’t know it as well as she should, but she does. She’s beginning to realize it tonight. You’re very sweet to her.”
“I-I-I care about Y/N a lot, more than I care about myself. She’s always been important to me. But, I don’t know if she cares about me in the way that I care about her.”
“You have to see the way she’s looking at you, Scott. It’s all in the eyes. There’s love in your eyes, both of you. You just have to be noticing the same time the other is. One of you is always looking when the other looks away,” her grandpa snorted. “Ludicrous, let me tell you. Speaking of telling people things, you better get a move on and tell that girl you love her, or else she’ll never tell you, and then you’ll both be stuck in a cycle that just keeps going on until you’re miserable. You got that?”
He shook Scott’s hand then, giving him a kind smile. And Scott knew what he had to do later that evening, no matter how hard and nerve-wracking it was going to be.
That night, as he was dropping her back off at her home after a successful and fulfilling night at her family’s house, Y/N hesitated getting out of the car. Scott’s hands were perched on the steering wheel, his eyes apprehensive. “Everything okay, Y/N?”
“Scott, you didn’t have to say all those things about me.” Y/N played with her hands in her lap, then began fiddling with a loose black string on her cardigan. “T-They were such nice things, really, and they made me feel all warm and fuzzy and special but I know this was just for tonight and now I’m confused and I-”
Scott covered her mouth before she could say anything else. “You are special. I meant everything I said when we were with your family. I even told your grandpa how much I cared about you, did you not hear that conversation?”
“No, I didn’t,” she said quietly.
He turned to face her, unbuckling his seatbelt and moving closer. One of his hands moved to her cheek, the other tracing the soft top of her hand. “Y/N, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been in love with you for the past year. And I’ve been trying to tell you, but I haven’t been able to because you terrify me, Y/N. But, I still- I still love you. I love you every day of the year. It’s Christmas Eve, and all I have ever wanted for Christmas, as cheesy as this is going to sound, is you. So- so, what do you think?”
Y/N moved in to kiss him, her lips warm against his and melding together as if they were meant to have been kissing all along. As the snow began to drift to the ground outside, and Scott finally wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into him, he really knew that this truly was the most wonderful time of the whole damn year.
Request: Reader is Bruce’s daughter and a huge Internet freak. She tells the boys about Batman Day, and they decide to throw a somewhat small party for him.
A/N: A day late, but it’s better than never at all! Happy belated Batman Day!
Like the rest of your family (maybe not Jason), you were a professional when it came to computers. You knew everything about them and everything on them.
But what you didn’t know was that there was a day dedicated to your father, or rather his alter ego. You shouldn’t be too surprised though, many people did look up to the Batman, but for them to have an official day just for him? Nope, never.
It’s not because of anything bad, but during the day, he’s merely dad to you. Not Batman, not the billionaire Bruce Wayne, not the Dark Knight, but rather just simply, dad.
So when you found out that there was such a thing as ‘Batman Day’, the first person you told was your butler/surrogate grandfather, Alfred.
From there, you told Damian, who was the only one living at the manor currently, then you reached out to Dick in Blüdhaven, then Tim at Titans Tower, before tracking down Jason.
Unlike you and Alfred, they were reluctant to do anything on this special day. That is, until you used your infamous puppy-dog eyes on them. As expected, in a split second they agreed to help.
“Did you really have to name this operation ‘Catch the Bat’,Y/N?” You heard Tim ask through the earpiece.
You rolled your eyes, “Yes, Timothy, I did. This is a mission, and as a fellow leader, you should know that every mission needs a code name.”
“But ‘Catch the Bat’? How old are we again, sis?” Jason asked, chuckling as he leaped from building to building with ease to join his adoptive dad and brothers at the spot you had assigned.
Bruce had no idea about any of this, of course, but you knew your dad. He loved looking out towards the city in this particular area, and it was the perfect place for him to see everything.
You huffed, “If you two don’t shut up about a simple code name, I’ll tell dad about everything you made me promise not to tell him.” You threatened, and smirked in triumph when they grew silent.
Dick laughed, “Calm down, angel wings.” He spoke up, “What even is the plan you and Alfred made?”
Blowing out an annoyed breath, you glared at the sky. “Richard! Do you ever listen to anything I say? I told you, loud and clear that there’ll be a parade in about half an hour. All you and the others have to do is keep dad in that particular spot until it starts.”
“After that, we will take father back to the manor as we will not be patrolling tonight due to the public party that will be taking place for the residents of Gotham. We will also be having our own celebration at home.“ Damian chimed in. “Tt, shame on you for forgetting, Grayson.”
You smiled. At least one of them listened to you.
“When did the brat start listening to Y/N?” Jason questioned, and your smile faltered. “I love you, sis, but you tend to rant on and on about useless shit that make no sense.”
“Like you’re any better,” Tim scoffed.
“Aye, replacement, I’ll have you know that the only thing I rant about is murder. You hear that? M. U. R. D. E. R. Murder.” Jason retorted, “If anything, you’re talking about yourself.”
“Todd, even I know Drake only talks about technology.” Damian said, plainly, shockingly coming to the third Robin’s defense. “It is Grayson who always spews nonsense, not my sister.”
“I don’t spew nonsense! And I’m as much of a sibling to you as Y/N is, Dami. Not to mention I’m your mentor too.” Dick spluttered.
The four of you snickered in unison, obviously not agreeing with his claim.
“Eh, can’t argue with that. Dick has a tendency to scold us on being ‘happy’, and to ‘enjoy life’.” Jason said, pure disgust evident in his tone at the mention of such things.
“Okay, back to what we were doing.” Dick announced, loudly, trying to change the subject, causing you to wince at the volume he was using.
“Dick!” You cried, clutching your ear.
“Sorry, angel wings.“ Dick quickly apologized.
“Good job, Dick.” Tim said, snickering.
“I see Bruce. Don’t want him to find out about this at the last minute, now do we? Red Hood out.” Jason said, turning off his earpiece.
“I see him too. And Todd. Has anyone even bothered to tell the fool he has toilet paper stuck on his right shoe?” Damian said, thoroughly amused.
You, Dick, and Tim laughed and all replied with a ‘no’.
Once all of your brothers were in position, you grinned over at Alfred who nodded with a smile back and pressed the button.
Instantly the streets of Gotham City was filled with loud music being played by the largest marching band in the country. Alfred had personally booked them for this event.
Many civilians came out of their apartments, houses, and penthouses to see what all the ruckus was about, only to end up laughing and screaming praises to their hero once they realized what was going on.
You glanced up towards the building that your family was hailing from and grinned as you pulled down the hoodie that had hid your face from your father’s view.
Your brothers gave you a thumbs up and impressed looks as hundreds of cars and floats started rolling in with almost a thousand dancers following right behind them.
Confetti and big bat-shaped balloons, one of them happens to have Batman painted on it, were flying around everywhere, and since this was at night, lights were blaring in every direction. If it wasn’t for the music, happy cheers and whatnot, it would’ve looked like something out of a war movie.
Your dad was no doubt in shock.
You smiled, proudly. It wasn’t everyday the world’s most renowned detective gets caught off guard. Today marks history being made.
“If you would do the honors, Miss. Wayne.” Alfred said, holding out the box of matches that would soon set off the large amount of fireworks in front of you.
You grinned excitedly at him, and he motioned you forward with a smile of his own. You lit each match slowly before carefully touching the ends of the rockets with them.
You could only watch in amazement as they soared up to the sky and started another loud, yet beautiful light show. You felt sorry for nearby cities as they couldn’t be apart of the celebration, but could hear and see everything that was going on.
Tomorrow, you knew that every news channel on T.V. would be talking about how ‘lighthearted’ the city was being for the first time in centuries. You couldn’t wait to see the League’s reaction to this.
And was that the Joker and Harley prancing around without actually killing people for once? You did a double take and scrunched up your nose. You had to keep them away from Jason or else a fight would break out and ruin everything.
“I must say, the parade has been a success so far.” Alfred mused, dusting off the confetti that had gotten on his suit.
And now it is time for our one half of the Busan line, an actual angel with a smile that could light a hundred cities up, Park Jimin aka chim
I’m gonna throw in barista!Jimin bc why not (for anyone that hasn’t read the original barista!chim post, you can click right here for more details and a bit of the back story behind the relationship)
Barista!chim is honestly such a nice thought though like just really think about that for a second
He’s such a puppy and would do great with all of the customers, he’s charming as fuck
You come into the café sometimes bc you get free drinks when chim works plus you get to see Jimin
That’s a win win situation have you seen Jimin he’s really nice to look at but also really nice to hug
He’d give some bomb ass hugs let’s be real here
Like those arms !!!!!!!!!!
His lil soft content smile once he feels you wrapped up in his arms !!!
His soft lil voice whispering a “I missed you today” !!!!
Also side note, he’s obviously pretty damn good at making coffee
But he’s also good at making tea or hot cocoa or a smoothie
Anything they serve at the café, you can get at home whenever you want basically
Bc he doesn’t mind if you want some warm tea before bed or some fresh coffee in the morning, he likes you happy and if that can be achieved by doing something he does all day, consider it done
Like just picture that for a second, you’re all wrapped up in your favorite blanket, you’ve got one of his sweaters on, a nice warm cup of tea or hot cocoa and chim all cuddled up to you
Does that not sound amazing
Like Jimin looks really warm idk what it is about him but he just looks like he’d be a personal heater
But also on the days that he can’t be there when you wake up, he leaves you lil notes on your cup
“Good morning my love, I hope you have a great day”
“I made this for you, just the way you like it, I’ll see you tonight for a date night”
“I put your drink into a cute cup for you bc I thought maybe it’d make you smile, I hope I was right !!!”
Btw, he was v v right
Some Valentine’s days he gets off, some he doesn’t
Depending on the year, how many people can come in that day and how busy they are, he may have the day off
On the years that he does get the day to just do whatever he wants, he pampers the fuck out of you
You don’t have to lift a single finger, you don’t even have to ask, whatever you want is yours
No matter how the day ends, it always starts with cuddles
Like a solid two hour cuddle session he needs it or he gets v v whiny
And as precious as whiny!jimin is, we want happy!jimin
The dates range from cute lil lowkey restaurants that no one really knows about to fancy restaurants that make you two feel all cool and shit bc he’s got a tie on what is this place
Even if he does have to work, he still makes sure the day is super special for you
He starts it off with a good morning cup of coffee that has a lil heart swirled into it bc chim practiced all damn week to make sure that heart was perfect for you
And some customers got some fucked up hearts and he apologized like a million times and explained to them that he was practicing for his love aka you and then they melted and ordered like ten more so he could practice some more
He leaves you a note asking you to meet him at the café for lunch during his break bc he still wants to see you even if he does have to work
You two have lunch together and he gets you two a seat in the back so you can be alone and cute
He gets you a few things bc Jimin likes to spoil his love
He gets you a necklace with a J on it or maybe his name if he could find it
He also gets you a book that you’ve been talking about for ages
You’ve never been able to find it anywhere, you’ve been wanting to read it for so long and bc he’s Jimin, he found the book for you
It’s just a sweet lil hey I care, I listen, I pay attention even when you think I don’t and it’s honestly really really cute
A Steve x reader please where the reader is a college student majoring in history so the two and Bucky are always fangirling over the 1940s and one day te reader is listening to frank Sinatra and Steve confesses his feelings to her? Thank you!
Ugh I’m sorry, I was originally going to post at the beginning of this week but I got slapped in the face with school and failed to do so. Four more weeks till I am stress free!
“Steve?” Your feet shuffled throughout the empty halls of the tower, your fingers clutching onto a thick book with pieces of paper sticking out of it. “Steve Rogers?”
You peeked into one of the living spaces and pulled a face when you didn’t see the spangled captain you were looking for. “C’mon, I have a question.” You mumbled, sweeping your feet around the next corner.
“Tony? Have you seen Steve?” You peeked your head into one of the labs, Tony was hovering over a table and Bruce was scribbling down whatever seemed important.
“Nope,” Tony looked up with a sly smile. “Why? Anxious to your boyfriend?”
Your cheeks flushed and you shook your head. You wished you hadn’t pulled your hair out of your face because Tony will use the excuse of seeing you blush as another reason to tease you relentlessly about Steve. You set down the book you were holding on a table next to the door and pulled a face.
“I just have a question, that’s all.” You turned around on your heel quickly, why had you even decided to ask him in the first place? Of course he would pester and tease you about this for a least a week, per usual. Tony was like the tower gossip, always teasing about relationships and he always knew everybody’s business. He had no problem sharing everybody’s business with everybody else, there was no privacy in this tower.
“He’s been living under a rock for the past billion years, what could he possibly know that I wouldn’t?” Tony called out after you.
can you do lukes thoughts when he first sees you walk down the aisle
Luke had to cover his mouth with both hands so an entire alter filled with each of your closest family members didn’t hear him utter holy shit.
He’d been anticipating this moment since he’d quite literally tripped onto one knee in the middle of your parents living room on Christmas morning asking you to marry him. He’d spent countless hours daydreaming of the moments leading up to you truly becoming his and only his. He’d laid awake at night, the patterns on his ceiling morphing into the sequins on your dress. He’d spent the entire morning promising himself he was ready for this and he certainly wasn’t going to cry when you ascending the all too long aisle into his arms.
None of his initial prep held true as he left his hands across his lips, hoping maybe if he pressed hard enough against his cheeks that the tears wouldn’t become visible. But they did, one after another splashing against the joints in his fingers. He sniffled, lips settling into a permanent smile as his gaze locked with yours.
Many had caught on to the fact that Luke was crying, a simultaneous awe emitting from the observing crowd. He, however, didn’t much care that Michael was already snorting in the back of his throat while stood beside him. When he was with you, everything was okay. Everything would always be okay with you by his side.
You were radiant, a jumble of nerves but everything Luke was in love with; your energetic smile that could light the dullest of cities, your sprinkle of freckles that you insisted just reinforced how pale you were, your mess of hair that never quite seemed to lay right, your voice that grew in pitch with heightened excitement.
Luke audibly sighed in relief when your hand was placed rather firmly into his, your eyes brighter up close as you gazed at him with all the adoration in the world. I thought you’d never get here. A private thought that he’d admitted a bit too loud earned a giggle from you and a sea of laughter from your guests.
“Hi to you, too,” You murmured.
His blue eyes were soft as he craned his neck to insist in your ear, “You’re absolutely beautiful-” even after all your time spent together he could still make your cheeks explode into hot blotches of pink and red “-and I’ve never been more in love with you than I am right this second.”
he is so wonderful, his smile could light up cities and countries and continents. he is so wonderful, his laugh could be heard for miles. he is so wonderful, he kisses me like he’s never kissed anyone else. he is so wonderful, his eyes light up when he talks about his passions. my god, he is so wonderful.
Strange to think of you now In the back of a car, with another girl’s head inside my lap. Green and red and yellow lights– reflected on wet and blinking pavement. I can see your smile in those lights I can smell our old room, and feel your hips pressed into my waist. I can taste that first night in Buffalo again, cold rust, lusting, ice encrusted sidewalks, and aching love like bonepain. I found our memory in this downtown brick, summer rain, and I’ve been up all night, drinking. Beer soaked streets, the thrim and thrumming vibrating bass, floating like 21st century pollen in the air. Dreaming back two years, your face—and mine, accelerating toward apocalypse. I see a flower closing petals for the night. American cities, walking with cocaine around the edges of my nose, and I love the friends I’m with, but’m wondering what your hair looks like these days. Your legs walk across my mind, two years after; like a dream, or a withered plant, or a wrinkled bed that never existed.
The first time Bucky Barnes fell in love was in the forties. Steve told you about her and man were you jealous. He told you how Bucky put one hundred percent of himself into that relationship, he gave her everything. She was his world and he treated her as such. And all the boys overseas couldn’t wait to get home to their own girls but also couldn’t wait to see who this woman who had the James Barnes so whipped. And Bucky couldn’t wait to show her off. So when they got sent home, Bucky went straight to her place to surprise her, only he was the one being surprised as he walked into her back yard to see a wedding taking place, hers- she was marrying someone else. Bucky’s heart shattered although he put on a good face for his friends, it was like he died on the inside. That was the first time Bucky fell in love and it was also the first time he got his heart broken.
The second time Bucky Barnes fell in love was with one of the guys from his platoon. He was comforting Bucky after his recent loss and, almost automatically there was something there. They become good friends but shared a special connection. They knew it was there, especially after a few near kiss moments but Bucky chose to deny it because, he definitely was not gay. And even if he was, being gay in the 2016 could get you killed so what more for the age of oppression and genocide. And so, he was content with denial until he was free-falling off a train and his smile flashed in Bucky’s brain and as Bucky hit the ground he was overwhelmed, not with pain, but with guilt and regret. When Bucky became Bucky again, with the help of others- but mostly you- he found out that he died, and when he found out that Bucky fell off a train he wrote Bucky a note. And although Bucky couldn’t remember anything about him there was this cloud of sadness that he just couldn’t shake, after reading the note where he expressed his love for Bucky and his sadness.
The third time Bucky fell in love was with another man. He didn’t know he was in love of course because he was with plenty of men and women but he just so happened to fall for a man again. But this love passed when he was over come with love for another person.
He tried so hard not to love again. He knew it would be hell but he couldn’t help it.
The fourth time Bucky Barnes fell in love was with you. You reminded him of a siren. Your kind and beautiful smile could light up cities. Your compassionate eyes were the one thing he wanted to see after a particularly tough mission. Your soft skin was like crack to the nerve endings in his fingertips and he had no intention of quitting. Your laugh, brightened his whole day and your soothing voice could “lullaby” the winter solider. He loved your laughter-is-the-best-medicine policy. He would do anything for you. He loved you so much it pretty much tore him from the inside out until the day Wanda showed you a memory where Bucky admitted his feelings for you and you stormed into his room pissed as hell demanding why he didn’t come to you sooner because, shit, the two of you could be riding into the fraekin sunset by now but no he just had to be a coward huh?
Bucky looked confused but also very scared because, even for such a small person, you were scary when you were mad but this time you were furious and that made him more scared. He blinked twice, almost a way of communicating with you but too scared to actually form words, fearing angering you further. You threw your hands in the air, screaming now, asking if he was serious.
Natasha walked into the lab where the rest of the guys were.
“Are you guys hearing this?” She asked, a smirk on her face. Bruce nodded, a grin on his.
“If this goes where I think it’s going, Tony owes me $200.” He smiled proudly and Natasha laughed.
“I HAVE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE LIKE THE DAY I MET YOU.” You thundered. “How have you not been able to see that?! I love you so much that I tried taking a bullet for you last week! You have so much control over me and you don’t even realize it”
And you were in the middle of calling him creative synonyms of the words idiot and jerk but, only got through half of them because he cut you off with a kiss. But right there, in that moment you were an angry friend and not a love sick teen and you stepped back.
“You do not get to do that. After everything you’ve put me through, you do not get to do that.” That night you were pissed but the next morning you were in love so you walked right up to him in the kitchen, just as he gulped down his coffee, his eyes were sorry and he was about to open his mouth to repeat his 87 voice mails just in case you didn’t get them (but you did and you hung onto every word) and you kiss him. He is surprised at first but then puts his coffee down on the counter so he can hold you properly and give you a kiss that you deserved.
You were the fourth person Bucky Barnes fell in love with but you were also the last.
For the boy with the heart of gold big enough to fit the whole world in it, and a smile that lights up the room.
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