this life is in your hands

By Way of Spontaneity (Part 12)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 979

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

A/N: Next part is the end :D Enjoy, guys! Sorry about Tony, btw. 


Originally posted by fymarveluniverse


The drive to Tony’s place was nerve-wracking, your hands sweating a great deal, forcing you to rub your palms down your thighs various times. You raised the volume of your radio until you couldn’t hear yourself think, but still managed to imagine how seeing Tony face to face would go.

You knew he was mad. You had never seen him so mad. Tony was impulsive, he was full of wit and took everything to heart. That’s what you loved about him. He took life by the horns and went with it. And yet, you had been pulled in by Bucky’s playful demeanor, his caring persona and gentle nature. They were a stark contrast to one another, but similar in more ways than you had initially thought.

Pulling up to his house, you groaned as you saw that his car was parked on the driveway. You had hoped he wasn’t home so that way you could have an excuse and just avoid any confrontation.

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Even if you never listen to any other thing I have to say, please listen to this:

Stop disparaging your work.

No matter what form it takes, prefacing your work with phrases like, “This sucks; This is probably bad; I’m not a good writer/artist/creator but I did this anyway,” is a two-edged knife and both sides are lethal.

On the one hand, putting yourself down rots away not only any self-esteem you do have, but any you might be trying to build. If the most constant voice in your life – your own – tells you you’re awful, you’ll never be any good, why bother when so-and-so is ‘better’ or such-and-such is ‘more popular’ guess what? You’ll start believing that voice. And, chances are, you’ll stop creating anything at all, because why bother?

The other deadly edge of the knife is that if you’re putting work out there – and I see this all the time – with tags or artist’s/author’s notes that say, “This probably sucks,” or variants, many people won’t give it a chance. They will never even click the read more or the link that might let them make up their own minds because you’ve already told them it’s not worth their time. People are pretty susceptible to suggestion. If you start them off with the thought, “This is going to suck,” even those who do click that read more will be predisposed to see the flaws you’ve prepared them for and think poorly of your effort.

Stop disparaging your own work.

I know it’s hard. I do. Putting yourself out there where anyone can see and anyone can say anything is so terrifying. Creative work is personal. It often leaves us feeling particularly vulnerable. When we’re vulnerable and afraid of being hurt, we often get defensive even before anything bad has been said. A lot of the time, that defensiveness comes out as self-deprecation.

Nothing is ever perfect. Everything has flaws. That’s part of what makes each creation unique. Some people will love your work. Others won’t. That goes with the territory. Make art for the audience who’ll love you, not the ones who won’t. Above all – and I cannot stress this enough – make sure that you are part of that first audience. That starts by not putting yourself down in the instant you put yourself out there.

Creating work is challenging and scary and wonderful and brave. Letting other people see that work? Even more so. Keep working. Keep learning. Keep failing and trying and failing and trying; that’s the only way any of us learn and grow and change and get better. 

But most of all? Stop putting yourself down. You deserve better than that. Yes. You do. You really, truly do.

Liability (Part 1)

A/N: FINALLY posting something. This is based off a recent even that happened in my life and I kinda needed to write it all down…let me know what you think! Especially since I haven’t written in forever! 

Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire

Word Count: 1000+

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

The two of you had avoided each other for weeks.

What went from hurtful words spewed at you in the heat of the moment, to you needing time, which then eventually led to the art of stonewalling that the two of you perfected in. And now here you were with this awful knot in your throat, your mind curled in on itself, two hands firmly holding the steering wheel, driving in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. You couldn’t even remember what the two of you had been arguing about in the first place, but the overwhelming sense of not being of any use to him, of being an inconvenience, a liability, was enough to have you putting as much distance as you possibly could from Lebanon, Kansas.

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Cuddles - Riverdale Preference

Another little preference for you 

Masterlist 


Jughead

You and Jughead always liked to be close when you cuddled. You weren’t always close around others, especially in the Southside so he liked to pull you close, often tracing patterns on your skin not always believing that you ha stuck by him when so many others hadn’t.

Archie

Archie loved pulling you to him as tight as possible. You and he went to a school full of people who could easily take you away from him and as mush as he showed it at school by keeping you close, he would keep it up when you were alone. You loved the feeling of him against you his muscles rippling as he pulled you closer every night you spent beside him.

Reggie

Now, believe it or not, Reggie was a little softy when it was just you and him. He loved holding your hand when you cuddled, feeling how small yours was in his as well as feeling you all tucked up and happy in his arms. You would more often then not be the little spoon but one occasion, when he was feeling a little more anxious, you would often wrap him in your arms letting him  know, for once in his life, how much someone loved him.

FP Jones

You and FP were a complicated couple, you weren’t exactly ‘goals’. Most of your close time was spent either in the Whyte Wyrm, in his mess of a room or on his couch. He had lost everyone yet you had stuck by him and he loved you for it. You would both have, occasionally on a night where you weren’t drinking too much, a night of talking. Just talking and cuddling, he liked having you close to him, it was the only thing keeping him sane in the mess of his life and never minded being there for him, you always wanted to be here for him. No matter what your activities, but cuddles were more intimate than any of them. It was the true FP Jones.  

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ihavenotfallenyet  asked:

Anyway how about Victor and Yuuri just being the SAPPIEST GOOFBALLS when tipsy. (Not drunk, we all know how that ends) they're both just like spewing positivity about the other to whoever will listen and it gets progressively sappier until everyone's dying bc like oh my god what dorks

❤️ LITERALLY ALWAYS. they’re both affectionate on a normal day so somewhere between holding hands and stripping naked they just…. give running commentaries of their trains of thought

yuuri leans his head against victor’s shoulder and starts giggling and nuzzling him. victor starts rubbing their noses together and trying to compose haikus in japanese about yuuri, which makes yuuri laugh, because oh my god vitya your japanese is not good enough for this and your poetry is  terrible and victor goes “i’ll show you terrible!!!!” and starts composing long-winded purple prose stanzas about the sparkle in yuuri’s eyes in english. yuuri’s red-faced and grinning and holding victor’s hands, and “you’re ridiculous, i love you so much”

they both get tipsy at their rehearsal dinner and play footsie under the table

yuuri starts very seriously describing to chris how victor changed his life, no listen, even before stammi vicino, listen chris, victor made him believe, he was beautiful okay, and his eyes are very blue but most importantly victor has always believed in yuuri even when yuuri doesn’t believe in himself and no chris i’m serious i would NOT be the same person, listen

victor crosses the room and stands in front of yuuri and gets on his knees

takes yuuri’s hands

very solemnly announces: “yuuri i’m very gay”

yuuri: this is such a coincidence……,…….,,,,, me too….. what if… we got married??????/

victor, fake swooning: YUURI do you MEAN IT???

yuuri: yes i love you… your eyes are so blue i wanna marry you right now

Handprints (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: You almost hit Bucky Barnes with your car, leaving an impressive handprint on your hood. If only you knew then what else those hands would do.

 Words: 1,308

 Warnings: blood, bruising, near-death action stuff, swearing, smut,

 A/N: I really wanted to experiment with my writing style for this one, I tried to make it feel more like a poem or stylized prose while taking a kind of minimalist approach, but I didn’t really stick to that as strictly as I would have liked. I’d love to hear what ya’ll think about the style (and anything else- i’m always open to constructive criticism)

HUGE shout-out to the amazing @lowkeybuckytrash for proofreading this for me and being an all around wonderful person <3 <3


Your hand searches blindly for the ringing phone in your bag. You’re trying to keep your eyes on the road. Finally, you find it in the depths of your bag and answer the call without looking. “Talk to me.” You pull up to a red light and roll to a stop.

“Hey, this is Hill. Are you on your way to the tower? There’s been a development in the case, we need you here for the mission brief, ASAP.”

The light turns green, you rush forward.

“Yeah, I’m already on my way, just a few blocks out. What happened that it’s suddenly so urgent?”

“Another scientist has gone missing, this is more serious than we thought.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a-SHIT!”

You slam the brakes.

A hand! The screeching of tires and the sound of crunching metal. A metal hand crashes into the hood of your car, forcing you to a stop. You look up, shaken; bright blue eyes glare at you through the windshield. The lights had changed, you hadn’t noticed.

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  • MC: Can I help you?
  • Yoosung: Well, we don't want to pry but we heard you broke up with Zen.
  • MC: Yeah, that's true.
  • Yoosung: We think you made a big, big mistake.
  • Jaehee: Big mistake.
  • Yoosung: Quite enormous.
  • Jaehee: He's a real catch and you should take him back.
  • MC: Ok, thank you. Is that all?
  • Jaehee: No. No, that is not all. Let me tell you what real life is like. The men dry up, and the nights get lonely. The only calls on your machine are for collection agencies about that pair of motorcycle boots you never even wore. You stalk your old high school boyfriend online, go to his daughter's soccer games, and make a scene. You buy a diamond ring for yourself, wear it on your right hand, and tell yourself, you're all you need. One day, you're alone, tired. At your feet, a dying bird. But where did it come from? Why did you kill it? Is it because in some strange way it is you?
  • MC: Thank you all for your concern, but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, okay?
  • Yoosung: So does this mean you're gonna take Zen back?
  • MC: No.
  • Yoosung: Well, then, what do you say to you and me hitting the town? 'Cause I'm free, literally forever.

Do you guys remember the dream that Chris had about Layne? It just totally breaks my heart 😢

Posted on 10/13/2008
The essence of a dream can follow you all day long. Sometimes two or three days. I have had dreams as a little kid that I remember like they were yesterday, though as time goes on these dream are sometimes hard to tell from actual events as they survive in my memory.
I am fascinated with the essence factor of dreams, period. They are as real as the essence felt from the ambience of an actual place, like a house you grew up in. Your favourite bar, or your school. The first Christmas tree you see every year, the smell of it, and especially songs. Some feelings these environments evoke are awful, some magical. All of them completely real.
Real enough that numerous cultures throughout history have believed that the dream world is every bit as important and substantial and a vital part of human life as the conscious state. Some mysticisms actually look at the world of dreams as being the “true and only world” and everything else an illusion. For my money, if you put an ice pick through your hand, I think it will prove to be a pretty fucking good illusion.
Last night I had a dream that has been following me all day like a sick dog. I was in a hotel near the house I grew up in. I was in a cafe that happened to be the lunch court of my elementary school. Various friends from my past were walking up and talking to me. In the middle of this scene walks Layne Staley. He looked much like he did the first time I met him. Shoulder length hair, clean shaved. Clear eyed and looking about 20 years old. I was so happy. Confused a little, but in a dream like this, I just wanted to accept the idea that there was some mistake and he was alive and well. He seemed happy and said was working on some new music project.
I woke up not long after that with the feeling that I had really just talked to him and he was somewhere doing just fine.
My next thought was one that has plagued me for years. Sitting in Kelly Curtis’ living room with about 30 people, all sobbing. We had just come from Andy Wood’s extra weird funeral-wake thing at the Paramount Theatre. It had these new age overtones that didn’t fit Andy’s life at all. There was an amazing film of Andy with Mother Love Bone band mates. All of Andy’s friends and family were there, mixed with a bunch of fans who I didn’t like but knew Andy would have loved. The fans went home. His friends went to Kelly’s.
We were crammed in a smallish living room with people sitting on every available surface. Couch arms, end tables, the floor. I was leaning on the back of one of the couches that face away from the rest of the room and toward the front door. I remember Andy’s girlfriend looking at everyone and saying “This is just like La Bamba” then suddenly I heard slapping footsteps growing louder and louder as they reached the front door and Layne flew in, completely breaking down and crying so deeply that he looked truly frightened and lost. Very child like. He looked up at everyone at once and I had this sudden urge to run over and grab him and give him a big hug and tell him everything was going to be OK. Kelly has always had a way of making everyone feel like everything will turn out great. That the world isn’t ending. That’s why we were at his place. I wanted to be that person for Layne, maybe just because he needed it so bad. I wasn’t. I didn’t get up in front of the room and offer that and I still regret it. No one else did either. I don’t know why.
Years later, at Layne’s funeral, I was angry. I kept hearing the “twice as bright, half as long” speech and the “he was just too special for this world” nonsense that I had heard at so many other funerals for so many other friends that were so young and talented. I’m not sure why I was that angry. Angry at Layne? Angry at all my other friends for leaving me? Angry at the people running around in circles saying “I knew him best” or “I was the only one he really trusted”, angry at all of them for squandering what I thought of as brilliant futures that would make the world feel to me like a place worth living? Or maybe I was just mad at myself because he was dead, and one time I had a chance to pick him up, dust him off and let him know that there was a person who cared about how much pain he was in and I didn’t do it.
If I ever run into him in a dream again, I hope I remember to apologise.
Night all. Sweet dreams.
C

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  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Sakura:</b> Mama, Papa, Sasuke-kun and I have something very important to discuss with you<p/><b>Kizashi:</b> your pregnant aren't you?<p/><b>Mebuki:</b> I knew this would happen one day😭<p/><b>Sakura:</b> WHAT! NO!!!<p/><b>Sasuke:</b> ( ignoring their comment) Sakura and I have decided to get married, I came here to ask for your permission.<p/><b></b> ...........................<p/><b>Both parents:</b> EEEEHHHHHHH!!!<p/><b>Sakura:</b> I know this may come as a shock to you. But I love Sasuke-kun and I know he loves me too!! So-<p/><b>Kizashi:</b> (ignoring sakura and looking at sasuke) Ya sure you want to marry my daughter?My tomboyish daughter who can't even cook if her life depends on it?<p/><b>Mebuki:</b> The same daughter who AlWAYS forget to put the shoes on the rack? Who forgets to do the dishes even when I remind her a 1000 times!!<p/><b>Kizashi:</b> Kid there's plenty of fish in the sea!! And your such a handsome boy!! Just like I was when I was your age. I tell you I had soo many admires!! Girls used to-<p/><b>Mebuki:</b> ( waving her hand to silence kizashi) yes yes whatever but seriously honey you can tell me did she blackmail you or something? Cause I know some very charming and ladylike girls you can settle with😄!!<p/><b>Sakura:</b> ( red faced) What kind of parents are you??? Stop setting up my fiance with someone else when I'm sitting right here! SHANNARO!!<p/><b>Both parents:</b> ( starts laughing 😂) We were just kidding!!<p/><b>Sakura:</b> IT WASN'T FUNNY!! God you guys are-<p/><b>Sasuke:</b> ( smiles slightly while watching the haruno's bicker loudly with each other) there all so annoying.<p/></p><p/></p>
Painkillers and heat pillows

Paring: Loki Laufeyson x reader

Warnings: Periods. Period pain. and then fluff ehehe

Summary: Having you period is awful. But it’s better when the God of mischief is your boyfriend. 

Note: I have my period and I’m dying. English is not my native language, so sorry for any mistakes. And I didn’t proof read it because my head hurts like hell, so please forgive me. I would love feedback! 

Originally posted by clairestmple

“Where is she?” Loki asked Thor. Concern and fear was in Loki’s voice. Thor looked up from the book he was reading.

“Her room I think. Are you okay brother?” he asked, but Loki was already gone. ‘She’s a lucky woman’ Thor thought smiling for himself, beginning to miss Jane.

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Comfort and Peace

Comfort and Peace
Pairing: God!Chuck x Reader
Word Count: 2,363
Warnings: angsty, swearing, fluff, pregnancy
Authors: Sam
Request: Anonymous — Hi! Could you write a God!Chuck x reader? The reader & him were kind of together before he left. Weeks after Chuck’s disappearance, Y/N discovers she’s pregnant. When Chuck comes back, he asks for her but she retired from hunting, simply helping from time to time. So the boys call her to come, Chuck explains all, but Y/N ignores him & don’t want to tell the child is his…. end is yours! Angsty & fluffy, do as you please.
A/N: Hey guys! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything. I hope that you guys like this! I do want to say, I changed a little bit of the request around because I felt that it would work better. It still incorporates a lot of what is asked for, just a little less detail on some things.


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*Flashback (5 years earlier)*

You sat there legs sprawled out on the floor as your back rested against the cabinet in the bathroom at Bobby’s house. At the moment in time, you know four things were for certain: 1.) The love of your life, Chuck Shurley, has disappeared without a word and/or trace; 2.) The world was ending because of the apocalypse, great timing; 3.) It was your birthday; and 3.) Welp, the little stupid pee stick that you held in your hand indicated that you were pregnant with said love of your life.

Your emotions were running wild, something that wasn’t typical for you. It was early in the morning and you had been sick again for the second week in a row in the mornings. You never really thought about it. It never occurred that you could have been pregnant until the morning sickness was getting more persistent. Then out of no where, Chuck disappeared. You sat there contemplating how you were going to explain to the boys and Bobby, AGAIN, why you couldn’t go on another hunt.

“What the hell am I going to do?” you cried quietly by yourself with many difficult decisions that you were now going to face alone.

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*Present Time (5 years later*

You stared outside of the window in your house as you reminisced of that day 5 years ago. That was the last day you ever went on a hunt. You knew what you had to do, and it was the best decision of your life. It was difficult to give up hunting, so instead you’ve helped here and there whenever you could.

The thoughts of that day were cut off by the sound of little pitter patter of feet running toward you. You felt that spark and comfort you got each time his little fingers pulled on yours. You looked down to see a little blue-eyed, dark curly haired boy, grinning at you with his 2 front teeth missing. This little boy was the pride and joy of your life, and you named him Robby, short for Robert, after Bobby Singer, who was like a father figure to you.

“Momma,” he tugged on your hand, “When are we gonna go see Uncle Dean, Uncle Sam, and Uncle Casshiel?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his inability to say Cas’s name. Even though you weren’t hunting anymore, you spent a lot of time with Sam, Dean, and Cas. Thankfully, the three men have become surrogate father figures to Robby over the years, and you were happy about that.

Your hand ruffled his head as you bent down, “We’ll head over in a little bit. Are you excited for your birthday party?”

“Yayy! Yes I am! Guess what Mommy?!” he was very eager to tell you what was on his mind. “Uncle Casshiel said that I can play with his wings if I’m careful because I like how soft they are,” he squeed with joy.

That was one of Robby’s special gifts. He could see the wings of other angels. There were also times that if you were scared or felt threatened, a simple touch of the cheek from Robby and you felt comfort and peace. You never understood why this happened. It confused everyone around you that you were close with. Even with all the research and resources you had in the bunker, no one could provide an answer as to why your son had the effect he did on others.

***

You drove in your Dodge Ram truck, playing some music and letting Robby “rock out” to the music that Dean gave him. The moment that you pulled up to the bunker and stopped the truck, Robby jumped out and giggled his way to the entrance and through the doors.

You chased after your energetic little boy quickly around the corners of the bunker and into the library, “Slow down you goof! You don’t want to get hur—“

As you rounded the corner, Robby halted in his tracks, but then immediately came to your side and grabbed your hand. He tugged at your hand. You were confused because you knew he always ran to Cas the moment he got there. That’s when you looked up and a wave of emotions flowed through you. They ranged from pure anger, confusion, betrayal, and a broken heart. They all flooded back to you from 5 years ago. There stood the man, the love of your life, who left without a word. You were too concerned with your emotions, but eventually were pulled back to reality by Robby who tugged even harder at your hand.

“Mommy?” he questioned curiously.

You bent down to your little boy, looking into the similar colored eyes as his father who was across the room from you. You attempted to hold back the tears that you felt well up in the corner of your eyes, but you smiled through them.

“Who is the man over there?” he pointed with his finger in a quite voice like a typical 5 year old would.

You smiled and rubbed his cheek, “Jut an old friend baby, it’s okay.”

You really wanted to say to him ‘That’s your asshole father who abandoned us before you were born,’ but you decided against it. Because deep down, you always wanted Robby to have a relationship with his dad, even though Chuck didn’t know Robby was his child.

Robby let go and ran over to greet Chuck like he did with any stranger. In that way, he was very much like you, a people person. He grabbed Chuck’s hand, pulled him down to his height, and began to shake his hand.

“Hi! I’m Robby! It’s my birthday! Want to be my friend?” he gleamed with a proud smile on his face.

Chuck smiled and chuckled with confidence in his tone. That was different. There was something definitely different from the Chuck you knew 5 years ago who would’ve acted awkward. Now, there was a difference about his presence and you couldn’t put a finger on it.

“Hi Robby! I’m Chuck! Happy birthday! Of course I’ll be your friend little guy!” Chuck responded with a glowing smile.

“Yay!! More friends for my birthday!” he squealed with excitement. Just as his mind does, he jumped over to Cas to pull him into another room. “Come on Uncle Casshiel! Let’s go play!”

“Okay Robby, but we have to be careful,” Cas’s voice trailed off into the halls of the bunker.

You realized that you hadn’t moved in the last few moments of the conversations that had been held. You walked closer to the three men and faced them.

You glared at the two men who towered over you and Chuck, glaring at them both.

Chuck looked at you with those sweet, blue eyes that you fell in love with years ago, “Y/N,” he spoke gently.

You held your hand up and stopped him. “No. Screw you. I don’t know why the hell you are here, but I don’t even want to hear what you have to say,” you yelled with force behind your voice as if you were scolding your own child.

Sam came up next to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. Normally you would accept the gesture from your brother-like friend, but this time you shrugged off his touch. “Sam stop…” you spoke gently.

“Fuck no…” you said angrily, “Today is my son’s birthday… I’m not letting this ruin today. I’m going to get ready.” You walked away to the kitchen to prepare the food and cake. This was NOT how you anticipated today to go at all.

“She’s never going to forgive me…” Chuck sat down and buried his face in his hands.

“Well, you sort of left her…” he paused momentarily, “us.” Clearly Dean was still angry with Chuck’s sudden return, but knew he would had reasons.

“Give her some time… She will need it, and then you can tell her. However, it may be better to keep a distance when everyone comes over today,” Sam suggested with empathy in his voice.

Chuck nodded and struggled with his emotions of wanting to grab you and hug you, but knowing it would ruin everything.

***

The day flew by, and surprisingly, the party went really well. Much to your surprise, even though Chuck was around, you still didn’t allow that to ruin your day. Even though you were still angry, once everyone started to show up, you forgot about the whole thing once you saw how happy Robby was with his friends, the party, and his gifts.

The two of you sat on the couch, relaxing from the running around and eating all day. Sam, Dean, and Das offered to clean up everything and to let you two relax. Robby had his head on your lap as you stroked his curls gently. He was slowly falling asleep in the mini trench coat that Castiel got him and the Batman shirt that Dean got him. It made you smile with the thoughts that your son was truly loved by many.

You looked up and saw a figure come from the corner of your eye. Chuck sat diagonal to you in the chair next to the couch. Without a word, he sat there and just watched you caress Robby’s hair as he fell into a slumber. There were so many things you wanted to say like go away, but when Chuck was around, his presence, it brought you peace and comfort, just like Robby. Even when you were angry.

The silence was lingering and began to get under your skin, you couldn’t take it anymore. “What do you want?” you glared at him, but your wall was breaking, it always did with him around.

“I just want to talk. Explain. Ask questions…” he trailed off looking into your eyes. They captivated you each time you looked into them.

You rolled your eyes. This was everything you wanted 5 years ago. For him to come back and explain everything. Now, now you just wanted to live your life, even though you were still in love with him. You couldn’t find the words, though they were as simple as ‘okay.’

“He’s beautiful… Definitely a special little boy…” he stated with that questioning look on his face. You knew that face. He was thinking seriously about something.

“Y/N… Robby’s… 5 right?” he questioned.

You felt the lump in your throat and the knot in your stomach. “Yes.” You didn’t really want to have this conversation right now, but had a feeling it was going to happen anyways.

The two of you looked into each others eyes, allowing him to read you. That’s when it hits him. His eyes widen and you can see tears in his eyes.

“He’s… mine… Isn’t he?” his voice quivered, but you saw a small smile on his face.

There it was. He got it. You couldn’t speak, so you nodded as you felt the tears coming down your cheeks now, warm and hot.

Chuck moves next to you on the couch, and at first you tensed up, but the moment his hand went to your knee, there again was that comfort and peace.

You turned your head to look at Chuck as he began to speak. “Y/N. I left for a reason. There’s no other way to say this, but… I’m God. I left because it was the apocalypse and I needed to go into hiding. I needed to protect you… and our son…”

The first thing that came out of your mouth was a whole-hearted laugh, but you had to remind yourself that Robby was sleeping on your lap. “You’re shitting me right? God? No. You’re a prophet Chuck. Seriously. How cute,” you said with annoyance. How could he just say shit like that?

“I’m telling you the truth Y/N. I am. Have you noticed any of Robby’s powers or special gifts?” he asked, knowing the truth now that he figured out Robby was his son.

Stunned, your jaw slightly dropped. Unless the boys said something, which you were sure you didn’t, you weren’t sure how Chuck knew that.

“How —“ Chuck cut you off as he noticed Robby began to stir and sit up.

You moved slightly so Robby could stand in the from of you. Rubbing his eyes, the young boy began to yawn and talk, “I can see Daddy’s wings, Mommy. They’re pretty.”

Shocked at the words that came out of your son’s mouth, there was no way he actually heard the conversation that you and Chuck just had. Yet, he still called him Daddy, and said that Chuck had wings.

Before you could say anything else, Robby touches your cheek with his hand and touches Chuck at the same time. Within moments, you see his eyes glow bright blue and you look over at Chuck and see his wings, and your son’s. Both similar in color, both stunning and beautiful. White gold, flickers of many colors between each movement.

“Holy… shit…” there really weren’t any other appropriate words that could have came out of your mouth.

Robby moved his hands and their wings disappeared. He smiled with his toothless grin as he looked between you and Chuck. “Mommy, Daddy isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.”

Chuck’s one hand grabbed yours. This was his way of showing you that it was true. “I love you, Y/N. I will take care of you both, I promise. I need you in this life. Please,” he cupped his other hand against your cheek, calming you instantly.

Tears rolled down your cheek and you nodded. “I love you too, Chuck.” Deep down, you know it would take time for things to get better, but this was supposed to be your family and future all along. He pulled you in for a kiss, and it felt perfect.

“EWWW!” Robby groaned in the front of you as he covered his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

You and Chuck laughed, looking into each other eyes, then to Robby, and that’s when you felt that comfort and peace wholly, knowing it would really be ok.

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the progression (and regression) of first names

hurt/comfort, mini casefile, msr ust

first in a series of fics accompanying my x files rewatch this summer. (technically this is cheating since i’m already on season 2, but whatever, i wanted to do this.) spoilers for beyond the sea, lazarus, young at heart, darkness falls, and tooms. some of these sequences are partially borrowed from chapters 4 and 5 of half-light, but i liked them so i kept them. (it is not necessary to read half-light to understand this fic.) also dedicated to my recent trip to dc; you haven’t lived til you’ve hobbled around museums and memorials on aching feet from walking too much.

warning for passing mentions of murders/death

Scully spends New Year’s Eve in a hospital room: “Because my life isn’t depressing enough,” she laments to Melissa on the phone, and Missy tries to laugh like it’s funny but it’s not. They are in mourning; their father is dead, their mother is all to pieces, and Charlie didn’t come to the funeral. Bill and Melissa are staying with their mother in Baltimore. They wanted Dana to come too, but Dana has never been one to show emotions around other people. “I need to work,” she’d told Mulder, and it was the truth. The sad thing is that Mulder getting shot has given her the perfect excuse to hide, here in North Carolina where she thought everything would matter less. 

(It doesn’t. Boggs yanked her out of hiding by her ankle, wouldn’t let her rest. She doesn’t go to Boggs’ execution because she’s afraid to believe. She’s afraid of what he’ll tell her. She hides in Mulder’s hospital room because it’s easier, but he won’t let her hide, either. He calls her Dana and touches her shoulder and she shrinks into herself like a crumpled piece of paper. He knows her too well; she is the pathologist, but he would be just as good with a scalpel. He has a way of bringing hidden things to the surface.)

There’s a pathetic TV in Mulder’s room and they watch the ball drop in Times Square on it. Mulder’s on pain medications, which make him goofier; he counts along with the spectators in Times Square with a glazed-over look in his eyes. Scully watches in silence, hands knotting in her lap. She’s had plenty of good New Year’s Eve memories to stock up over the year - she spent the last one with Ethan, tipsy from champagne and giggling hysterically when he kissed her, teeth bumping together - but the only one she can think of now is the first year she was allowed to stay up til midnight, at nine. (She and Missy had snuck out on the back porch minutes away from midnight and sat on the step, watching the stars. She’d tipped her head up to the sky, mittened hands pressing into her knees when she felt the pressure of her father’s hand on her head and turned to look at him. “It’s a new year now, Starbuck,” he’d told her seriously. “It’s your chance to start over, to make your life whatever you want it to be.”) Scully blinks hard to stop the onslaught of tears and reaches for the tissues she’d crumpled in her pocket. 

“Hey, Scully,” Mulder says, touching her wrist. “Scully. Are you okay? Are you sad again?”

He’s high as a kite, Scully thinks wryly. “I’m fine,” she says, scraping her fingertips under her eyes. Maybe she should take some time off with Mulder after this case, give herself some time to recover so she won’t be crying all over the place every case. “I just… memories. You know how it is.” And with his sister, he must know. 

Mulder rests his head against her shoulder. “It’s 1994,” he slurs into her jacket. “Anything can happen now, Scully; make a wish.”

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got the wrong holiday,” she tells him. 

He points to the TV where a couple is kissing, confetti falling down on them like rain. “We should do that,” he says, raising his head to look at her. “In honor of the New Year.” 

For a half-second, she considers it. He’s been more affectionate with her over time; something shifted with them, in Alaska. Something had made them stronger. He’s called her Dana three times now. He tried to comfort her. She remembers him kissing that ex-girlfriend, Phoebe. She’s wondered how he kisses before. 

Then she reconsiders. Considers the consequences. She’s broken enough Bureau policy this year, she thinks. She is grieving, not in her right mind, and he’s on pain meds, he might not remember a thing tomorrow. She rolls her eyes and says, “Go find a nurse, Mulder.”

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Imagine Chris discovering just how much you love him. (Part B)

A/N: Part 2B, yo! I know I left you with a bit of a cliffhanger, but here it is; the notebook. 💕 (I’ve decided to make this my regular time to post now, just to catch the time zones.) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, and ‘She Said Yes’ - Masterlist; ‘Miss Graduate’: Part 1/Part 2A)

Chris Evans, if you are reading this then I somehow managed to get this notebook to you on my graduation day. I don’t know if you’ll read the whole thing, or if you’ll read this first page and throw it away thinking I’m absolutely insane. I don’t know because as much as I’d like to think I know you, I don’t and I don’t know if I’ll ever be lucky enough to. So let me just give you a quick rundown on what’s in this notebook, or what I’m planning to write in it.

Chris could hear your voice when he read your words; he could always hear your voice, and it always made him smile. He couldn’t believe that you’d think he’d throw away the notebook after reading just the first page. Whether or not he knew who you were- he would’ve let his curiosity take hold of him and read the whole thing from cover to cover. After that, he’d find you because if he fell for you through your mini series- he would’ve fallen for you through your innermost thoughts and feelings. He stopped thinking and continued reading, letting your voice speak to him again.

I guess I should introduce myself first to make this a little less weird. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and I’m- well, I’ll be twenty-two when you read this, but I am currently nineteen. As I’m writing this, I’ve got my acceptance letter into UCLA in front of me; I’ll be starting my first semester in January and I’m both terrified and excited to start this part of my life. The reason I’m telling you all this is because you are the reason I applied for UCLA in the first place. Without you, I would still be stuck in my comfort zone a million miles away from where I want to be. Without you, I wouldn’t have done what scared me. Without you, I wouldn’t be one step closer to fulfilling my dream of being a screenwriter. Whether or not you choose to read this whole thing, I want you to know how grateful I am towards you. I need you know how thankful I am for helping me move along in life. I promise that my first Oscar will be dedicated to you and everything you didn’t know you’ve done for me.

Chris rested the notebook page down on his lap and he ran a hand over his mouth as he fought the urge to tear up. Every time you thanked him for helping you get to and through UCLA, he got teary eyed because you were always so genuine with your gratefulness and appreciation. Now he accepted the thanks that helped you get through UCLA because he was there for you; he was your friend, then boyfriend, then fiancé while you were studying. But he didn’t even know you when you applied and got accepted, you could thank him all you want but he’d never claim the credit for helping you. He didn’t understand how- no matter how much you tried to explain it to him, he still believed he was just one of the pieces. Like with or without him, you would’ve eventually done something with your talent and gone to UCLA anyway. Every time he said that, you had to fight the urge to show him the notebook. You needed him to know everything so he’d stop brushing you off and crediting you for something that wouldn’t have happened without him.

He picked the notebook back up and continued to read.

Let’s see, the journey starts with my gap year. I took a gap year after I graduated from high school, unlike most of my class and school mates who knew exactly what they wanted to do and where they wanted to go. I had no clue, and when people asked me what I wanted to do- I found myself lying. I told everyone what they wanted and expected from me, but it made me feel like a fraud. I tried to find myself- to find a path I wanted to walk, but I always came up empty. As a kid when I found myself feeling lost or alone, I turned to writing because when I wrote- I could be whoever and do whatever I wanted. I could hide behind my words, drift off into a place far from everyone else- far from myself. I didn’t have to think or pretend because nothing bad happened in my stories, it was always perfect. Writing was an escape for me, it was my safe haven. And that, Chris, was where you came into play.

He loved the story of how you started writing about him, as did Sebastian and Ava. Why? Because you only started writing about him because you were writing about Sebastian and wanted to have a little bit of a love triangle happening. It was incredibly amusing and it was something he- and everyone loved teasing you about. But of course, the reason behind why you stopped writing about Sebastian and started writing about Chris and only Chris as your main love interest- that was too sweet to let even the hilarity of how you started ruin it. You said, and he could easily quote it because it was one of his favorite things ever, “the more I wrote about you, the less I wrote about Sebastian and the harder I fell for someone I didn’t know. You were perfect, Chris Evans. To me, for me- I couldn’t write about anyone else anymore.”

The notebook thoroughly explained everything, it said it all; how great an inspiration he was to you, how talented you thought he was, how much you’d love to work with him one day, and how much you truly loved him- but that came near the end after you started dating him. It was basically a journal, but instead of talking to yourself- you spoke to him. It became less formal and more casual as your relationship with him progressed, it became moments he missed that you wanted him to have and anecdotes of how you knew he was the one for you.

A personal favorite- of his and yours- a moment that secure feelings on both sides, that promised a possible lifetime together actually happened before the two of you dated. The day you skipped class and spent it with him, at Burbank and the Dolby Theater. It could’ve been considered a first date, except you went as friends, but it was still one of the most memorable days you’ve had together. It said so in your notebook, and even told him that was the moment you knew you’d fallen for him. Like actually fell- not as a fan, but as a girl who wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life with a boy.

I just returned home after spending the day with you in Burbank and at the Dolby Theater, Chris, and I’m going to write everything that happened down now. I’m not doing this because I’m afraid we’ll forget it, I’m doing this because I want you to know exactly when I fell for you; today. Not you as in actor, Chris Evans. I meant you as in Chris Evans, the guy I always believed you were. The more time I spend with you, the more I realize how accurate I was about everything. You are as kind, as thoughtful, as sweet, and definitely as romantic as Fan fic Chris. I don’t know if we’ll ever be something more than just friends, but this is a feeling I want to share with you. I love you. I am in-love with you. To me- you are the one, and- Have you heard that song ‘One and Only’ by the Adele? Well, when I listen to that- I think of us, and more importantly how I feel about you. Now I know you’re not completely oblivious to my affections; you are a smart man, and you’ve read my mini-series. But until you tell me otherwise, I won’t be acting on anything. I can’t lose you as a friend, and I’d rather have you in my life than not have you at all.

Chris felt this eyes narrow slightly, 'One and Only’ by Adele. Had he heard it before? He didn’t know if he should continue reading, or listen to the song before he did. He was curious about both. He decided to continue reading first, he was already nearing the end. The last few entries detailed: the day after you got together, the trip to Boston, the rough patch, the proposal, the long weekend, and even the dinner you two had with Sebastian and Ava. He smiled when he read about the play fight you had out on the grass under the stars. He was glad you loved that moment as much as he did, that you thought it was worthy of being mentioned.

When all was read, he closed the notebook and hugged it to his chest. He was definitely going to keep this in a safe, safe place where no one but him could get to. He felt closer to you, and he fell deeper in-love with you. He didn’t have a doubt before about marrying you, but this somehow made him even more sure about the future he had with you. Neither of you were going anywhere, this was going to work out until you were both old and gray. He was sure of it, as were those who’d seen the two of you together.

Chris carried the notebook with him as he made his way over to your clutch where your phone was. He pulled it out and searched for the song, 'One and Only’ by Adele. He found it, grabbed his earphones, then walked to sit back down in his original spot on the couch. He closed his eyes and allowed the music to engulf his thoughts and feelings.

You’ve been on my mind
I grow fonder every day,
Lose myself in time
Just thinking of your face
God only knows
Why it’s taken me so long
To let my doubts go
You’re the only one that I want

I don’t know why I’m scared, I’ve been here before
Every feeling, every word, I’ve imagined it all,
You never know if you never try
To forgive your past and simply be mine

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only
Promise I’m worthy to hold in your arms
So come on and give me the chance
To prove that I’m the one who can
Walk that mile until the end starts

If I’ve been on your mind
You hang on every word I say
Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name
Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close?
And have you tell me whichever road I choose you’ll go

I don’t know why I’m scared 'cause I’ve been h-

Chris pulled out his earphones before the song could finish, and boy were his tears rolling. If that was the song you thought about when you thought of him, he was overjoyed to have done what the song asked. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be as happy and felt as loved as he did when he was with you. He understood it now, understood how much you truly loved him and why you always thanked him for finding his way into your life. He placed both notebook and your phone down on the coffee table then headed upstairs because he needed to see you and reciprocate the great love you carried for him.

He wiped his tears as he opened his bedroom door, soon to be yours too. He stood in the doorway and watched you sleep with the help of the soft lights in the hallway. God, did he love you with everything he had. He was ready and wanting to start the life you’d both talked about extensively. He quietly padded across the room, shushing Dodger who whined as Chris gently pushed him off you. He leaned over you and gently tucked his arms under your body, lifting you off the mattress to press you against him for a warm hug. You stirred in his arms and he gently drew his head back to smile at you before kissing your forehead.

“What are you doing?” You groaned, tired and drunk. “Chris, stop,” you whined and pushed your palms against his chest; he chuckled softly and released you from his arms. “What are you doing?” You quizzed again, blinking at the light peeking in through the ajar door.

“Nothing,” he shook his head. You felt your head pound as you turned, burying your face into your pillow. He remained hovering over you then sat down beside your hip, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. “I just love you.”

“Love me in the morning,” you mumbled into the pillow then fell right back to sleep.

“No,” he whispered with a smile, readjusting your hair so it wouldn’t tangle with your necklace. “I think I’m okay sticking to my original plan to love you every second of every moment of the rest of my life.” He leaned over and kissed the back of your head, smiling when he remembered the last paragraph he read in your notebook.

Honestly, Chris. If I don’t become a success in Hollywood; if all I’m known for is being your wife and the mother of your children; if that is all I can achieve in this lifetime, and any lifetimes after, I’d be perfectly contented and at peace with myself. Why, you ask? Because, my love, that is the greatest accomplishment one can achieve: to love unconditionally and earn that in return. So don’t fret if I don’t complete my goal of becoming a screenwriter because you are all I need now.

“The feeling is mutual, Y/N.”

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How Will I Know [1/17]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader [AU]

Warning: Language. Angst. Drama. The Dirty. Plot Twist.

You’re engaged to James Barnes, at your fathers request and you always did as your father asked. That is till Steve Rogers waltzed into your life one night with those blue eyes haunting your dreams and the life shattering grin of his. Your families at odds, refusing to get along, the ring on your hand binding you to another man when you just might be falling for another set of blue eyes. Are you willing to say I Do in white and take this to the grave, or are you ready to defy your family and live something you’d only heard stories about? 

You stare at yourself wide eyed and confused how the hell you ended up in this situation. The bottom of the wedding gown you had on looked as if it could stand up on its own, or swallow you whole. Ball gown, more like dooms day of tulle and taffeta.

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Breathtaking in Black (Part 2)

Part 1

A/N: This is part two of my short fic “Breathtaking in Black”.  Since it was their birthday just the other day, part two of this Marichat fic is dedicated to the extremely wonderful @starkid-starkat .  They are one of my closest internet friends that I have had the pleasure of speaking to thanks to tumblr.  I really hope you enjoy it Sage :)  Happy Belated Birthday!!!!

P.S. If reactions are good there will be more parts yet to come :).  I was going to just skip to the dance scene, but then I realized I didn’t want to skip over Marinette’s constant freaking out internally while attempting to go to school and act normal.  Plus, I couldn’t miss an opportunity to show Adrien’s point of view since he is the only one who knows why she is so flustered in class.  Buckle up guys, gals and non-binary pals.  This is gonna be quite a ride!

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Marinette had gotten almost no sleep after Chat left her room late last night.  She had lied awake for hours, but couldn’t get the sound of his voice as he asked her to make him one final promise out of her head. His eyes had been full of so much desire and admiration when they had made contact with hers. The rasp in his voice made her heart leap up into her throat. She could still vividly remember the way his touch felt as he gently caressed her hand and pressed his forehead against hers. She was in deep trouble.

“Come on Marinette! I know you’re tired, but you have to go to school,” Tikki insisted as she hovered inches from her chosen’s face. “This is why I told you to be careful about how much you let Chat into your civilian life! Not only did he give away a huge part of his identity to you, but you also promised to let him dance with you while both in civilian form!” Marinette blinked at her Kwami. She could barely hear Tikki’s little rant as she tried to pull herself together and collect her thoughts.

A dance. All she had promised him was a single dance. However, Marinette knew this was all about a lot more than a simple dance with her partner. This was a school sponsored event. He promised her he would be there. He had basically confessed to being one of her fellow classmates. Her head was filled with so many unanswered questions. Had they had classes together? Had they ever spoken while both in civilian form?

Most importantly who was he? She hated being in the dark.

Marinette took in a deep breath and let it out as she sat up and threw her covers off. She swiveled her legs around and let her feet touch the wooden floor.

She pressed her feet into the floor as she stood slowly and began to walk down the steps into the lower part of her room. “Sorry Tikki,” she finally mumbled as she walked towards her dresser. “I know I should have been more careful, but what’s done is done.” She sat down in her chair and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked absolutely awful. Bags had formed under her eyes. Loose strands of hair were tossed in several directions. She sighed as she turned her face slightly to examine it from different angles.

How could she have let this happen? She had let herself get carried away and that was so unlike her. More memories of the night before flooded her mind as stared at her own reflection.  His eyes, voice and gentle touch had all left her speechless. He had never had this affect on her before, so why? Why was last night so different?

Was…was she falling for him?

She shook her head lightly in an attempt to clear the thought out of her head. She couldn’t possibly be falling for Chat Noir. Marinette was so sure that the only blonde haired classmate she could ever have eyes for was Adrien. Sweet, kind Adrien. She glanced over to the framed picture of him she kept on her dresser at all times.

A new sense of determination filled her body as she turned back to face herself in the mirror. “Nothing a little makeup and a hair brush can’t fix. Right Tikki?” Tikki smiled at Marinette’s new found courage. The teen brushed her hair into her two regular pigtails and managed to cover up the dark spots under her eyes. Chat Noir may have won last night’s little game, but Marinette was not giving up just yet. This was one mind game she simply refused to let him win.  He was going to pay for making her lose precious hours of sleep and for making her doubt her feelings for Adrien like that.

She was going to school, and she was going to find him.

* * * * * *

Adrien had the best night’s sleep he’d had in months. How could he not be at peace? Marinette had made a dress completely inspired by his superhero alter ego. She had tried it on just to show it to him and it looked incredibly gorgeous on her.

All he wanted to do at first was let Marinette know how stunning her work truly was. He hadn’t meant to get such a reaction out of her. The way her brilliant blush appeared to light up the whole room. The way she laced her fingers together with his when he reached out to touch her hand. He couldn’t help himself. He needed to see her blush that way again. He wanted to leave her speechless one more time. Mostly, he wanted to see her twirl in that dress again. And so, he had asked her to dance. It seemed pretty logical to him. To Plagg however, it sounded utterly ridiculous.

“A dance? What on Earth were you thinking? How could you possibly think this would be a good idea?” Plagg was flying back and forth in Adrien’s room as if he were pacing. Adrien didn’t regret his actions one bit and continued to get ready for school as if a literal god wasn’t scolding him. “So what is your plan exactly here Agreste? You gonna just walk up to her at the dance and say ‘Oh hey Marinette, it’s me Chat Noir! Kiss me!’” Adrien rolled his eyes. Of course he had realized that dancing with Marinette at the Halloween ball would most likely mean revealing his identity to her, but frankly he didn’t really care. He knew Marinette well enough to know that she was trustworthy. He was confident that she wouldn’t tell anyone his little secret.  To him, all that mattered was seeing her dance in that dress.

He was confused about one thing though. Ladybug. He knew he still had feelings for his partner. How could he not? She was beautiful, brave, confident and smart. But the one thing she wasn’t was in love with him. He knew she didn’t return his feelings, and that was okay. Adrien had come to terms with this fact a while ago and had been slowly falling for Marinette ever since. How could he not fall for her after all? Marinette was extremely talented, passionate, sweet and adorable. He knew it was wrong for him to pursue her while he still had feelings for his lady, but one simple little dance couldn’t possibly hurt.

“Plagg, nothing you say is going to change my mind. You should have seen the way she looked at me last night. She never looks at me like that in school.” Marinette had always seemed really uncomfortable around him in school and it bothered him a lot. She often kept her distance from him. Whenever they did interact, she always seemed to mumble her sentences and refused to make eye contact with him. Maybe that was the reason he visited her room so often. When he was chat, she was completely comfortable and confident around him. She didn’t mumble or stutter at all. In fact, she often made witty remarks or even showed signs of sass when speaking to his other half. He hoped that, if she learned the two were actually one person, she would be more comfortable around Adrien.

“What about ladybug?” Plagg pried as Adrien continued to walk around his room getting ready for school. The teen pulled his jeans up over his hips and looked up to meet his kwami’s intense glare.

“What about her Plagg? Do I still have feelings for her? Of course I do, but it’s pretty obvious that she doesn’t feel the same way about me and I want her to be with someone who makes her happy,” he stated as he buttoned his pants and began to remove the shirt he had slept in that night. “Besides, all I asked for was a dance. It’s not like I asked for Marinette’s hand in marriage.”

“No that’s not what I meant.” Plagg snapped harshly. Adrien dropped his shirt to the floor and looked up at Plagg in surprise. The kwami wasn’t normally one to raise his voice. “What I meant was,” he said at a volume Adrien was more used to. “Don’t you think it’s wrong for you to give away your identity to one of your classmates while Ladybug still has no idea who you are?”

Adrien sighed. Plagg was right for once. It would be wrong of him to go giving his identity to a girl he was only beginning to become close with without telling his partner as well. At the end of the day, ladybug was truly one of his best friends. He trusted her with his life.

“Alright then it’s decided,” he stated with a nod and a brilliant smile.

“You’ve realized this is ridiculous and decided not to tell her?” Plagg asked hopefully.

“Nope!” Adrien said as he looked up to flash a wide grin back at his little companion. “I’ve decided that, after I reveal myself to Marinette, I will tell ladybug everything as well.”

Plagg wanted to lose it and yell at his chosen so badly in that moment. However, he knew that smile all too well. Nothing that he said would ever change Adrien’s mind now. Whether he liked it or not, Plagg knew this was going to happen.

“Alright kid looks like you win this argument. I just hope you know what you’re doing.”

Adrien’s smile appeared to double in size at Plagg’s cease fire. There wasn’t a single doubt in Adrien’s mind when it came to his complete trust and faith in the two most important girls in his life. All he wanted was for Marinette to be comfortable around him. He wanted her to be able to have a regular conversation with his civilian form. He wanted her to see him as a friend she could be herself around. Was that really such a bad idea? Of course not. He parted his hair and combed his bangs out of his face.

He was going to school, and he was going to talk to her.

* * * * * *

The odds of Marinette showing up to school on time hadn’t been very good ever since she first put the earrings in. The odds of her arriving with enough time to visit her locker before class? Unheard of. And yet, something even more unlikely happened when Marinette arrived at school that morning. Not only did she have time to go get her books from her locker, but she also looked up to see a tiny green envelope taped to her locker door. She reached out and gently pulled the envelope off of her locker door before turning it over in her hands. On the back of the envelope, in cursive gold writing, was the word “Princess”.

The world seemed to stand still as Marinette read the word over and over in her head. Only one person had ever called her princess. Not only was Chat Noir a student at her school, but he had come to school early and left her a note. Chat knew which locker was hers. Marinette stared at the envelope for what felt like a year before a familiar voice finally moved her from her trance.

“Hey Mari!” Alya yelled from the other end of the hall. Marinette looked up to see her best friend running towards her. “You’re actually on time today” the brunette exclaimed as Marinette quickly stuffed the envelope into her back pocket and flashed a casual smile at her friend.

“I know right?” Marinette joked. “What are the odds?” Alya threw her arms around Marinette in a friendly hug which Mari quickly returned. The two pulled away and Alya gave Marinette a very questioning expression.

“Did you really think I didn’t see you stuff an envelope in your pocket girl? Are you hiding something?” Alya reached around to grab the letter out of Marinette’s back pocket, but Marinette spun around just in time to block her hand.

“It’s just some money Papa gave me for lunch today,” she lied. “If you keep messing around, we’ll both end up late to class this time.” Alya rolled her eyes and gave in. She knew Marinette was right and she didn’t feel like making up an excuse for the both of them. Marinette turned to grab a few books out of her locker and the two girls hurried off towards class.

They entered the classroom together just a minute before the final bell sounded. They quickly went to their seats behind Adrien and Nino and Marinette began spreading her books out on the desk in front of her. She could feel the note in her pocket. ‘What could it possibly say?’ she silently contemplated as she began aimlessly doodling on her notebook.

A friendly voice broke through her thoughts. “Good morning Marinette. Your hair looks really cute today.” Marinette was so lost in thought that she had only barely processed the sentence. Without thinking, she responded to the familiar voice without even a hint of hesitation.

“Goodmorning Adrien, you look cute today too.”

Marinette dropped her pencil flat on the desk in shock. She slowly looked up to see a blushing Adrien staring at her with his jaw hanging slightly open. Alya had almost stopped breathing and Nino had even taken his headphones off in anticipation of Adrien’s response to Marinette’s sudden confidence.

“Thank you!” he exclaimed with the brilliant smile she had fallen in love with years ago.

Marinette managed to stutter a quiet “you’re w-welcome,” before Adrien turned his head to greet Alya and Nino. Chat Noir playing with her brain was either going to do wonders for her relationship with Adrien or land her in the nut house. As she listened to her friends talk, Marinette quietly reached into her pocket to pull out the green envelope. She turned it over in her hands to read the gold lettering once again before bending over to place it inside her backpack. Marinette zipped it shut and sat up to begin doodling in her notebook once more. Little did she know that Adrien had seen her hide the note out of the corner of his eye and his heart was doing silent somersaults in his chest. Marinette had received his note. Marinette was so distracted by the note that she had dared to tell him he looked cute without a single flaw in her speech. These next three days were definitely going to be interesting to say the least.        

Get Her Back (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! This one was very fun to write, I had to research what Stockholm syndrome was and turns out it’s a fun one (jk it’s horrible) but yeah 😂
Warnings: brainwashing, lots of angst
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: Reid and the reader are newly married and loving life with each other and one day the Reader goes shopping for dinner and asking Reid what he wants over the phone. Then the reader is taken and the unsub brainwashed her to fear and hate her husband. It takes years to find the reader but when they do she has Stockholm syndrome
Request: ✅
Upcoming Imagine: Reader has been kidnapped and escapes…
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You pushed the shopping cart with one hand and held your cell phone to your ear with the other.
“What sounds good to you, baby?” You asked your husband, Spencer, as you looked at the new wedding ring on your finger.
You and Spencer got married last week and you are finally having some down time for yourselves.
Spencer suggested that you both cook dinner as a bonding activity, which made you laugh, and that’s what brings you to the store.
“Umm something sort of simple. I don’t know about you, but I’m not a master in the kitchen.” He said adding a small giggle that made a smile creep upon your lips.
“How about spaghetti?” You said turning down the noodle isle.
“That sounds great!” Spencer said happily.
“Alright, I’ll let you go. I’m at checkout.” You said putting the two items on the conveyor belt.
“Okay darling. Call me if you have any questions, concerns…”
“Spencer I’m 5 minutes away from the house. I think I’ll be okay.” You said staying on the line longer than you had hoped.
“Hold on Spencer.” You said as the cashier asked “cash or debit”.
“Debit.” You said taking your debit card out and swiping before taking your groceries and leaving.
“Hey I’m back.” You said holding the phone to your ear again.
“Hey. I can’t wait for you to be home.” He said letting out a huff afterwards.
“Spencer I’ve been gone for 10 minutes.” You said getting your car keys out of your purse.
“But it’s felt like an eternity.” He said.
“Damn it.” You said dropping your keys on the ground.
“You okay?” Spencer asked worried.
“Yeah I just dropped my keys.” You said putting the key into the lock and opening your car door.
“Well I should be home in…”
Your sentence was cut off and interrupted by your own scream as a masked man swung open your door and pulling you out.
He put a damp rag over your mouth, and being in the position on the ground you were in, you couldn’t defend yourself.
You kicked and punched but he had a tight grip around your throat as he drug you farther away from your car and closer to his.
You couldn’t hear them, but Spencer was screaming your name from the other line.
He begged that whoever had you to let you go, but it was no use.
Soon enough, you blacked out and were taken to an unknown destination.
-
You woke up with the disability to move your hands or legs.
There was a white screen in front of you and the room was dark.
You looked around the room, trying to identify your surroundings, but your attention was brought to the screen when a man appeared on the screen.
“Your awake.” He said looking into the screen.
All of a sudden the door opened and the same man entered and stood in front of you.
“You see this man?” He asked holding a picture in front of you.
“No no please don’t hurt him. He’s innocent please leave him alone.” You begged as tears pricked your eyes.
“We aren’t going to hurt him. This is the last thing your going to see of him so take a good look at him.” He said holding the picture in front of you.
The picture was taken a couple of weeks ago.
You and Spencer at your wedding.
He was smiling so big and hugging you to his side.
You felt something set on your head.
You jerked your head forward, trying to avoid whatever was being put over your head.
“Stay still.” The man said putting the picture on a stand in front of you before pulling your hair back and placing the helmet like contraption on your head.
You heard a switch and then a loud buzzing.
“That man… you are going to fear him, despise him. He is your worst fear and he’s done horrible things to you.” He said spitting lies into your ear before feeling a contraction on your head before a immense sharp pain.
You screamed and attempted to thrash in the chair you were bound to.
You slowly felt the happy memories of you and Spencer slip out of your head and replace with horrendous, painful thoughts.
You tried to deflect the lies that were being put in your head, but then you couldn’t reject it anymore.
You had no clue how long these images were being set into your mind but it all stopped and you felt the biggest relief in your life.
You opened your eyes to see blue eyes, unrecognizable ones.
The man sat in front of you and held up a picture of… a man.
You looked at the picture and then to him.
“Do you know who this is?” He asked.
You tried to pull memories from your mind, seeing him for a second and then vanishing the next.
“Maybe… I’ve seen him before but…”
You were interrupted by a slap in the face.
It wasn’t even painful compared to the consistent zapping at your brain.
“Look at him!” He yelled putting the picture in your face.
“I don’t know who the hell he is!” You yelled back, earning another slap in the face.
He harshly put the picture back on the stand and slammed the helmet back over your head.
You felt the agonizing pain shoot through your head as you let out bloodcurdling screams.
It stopped and you saw the man sitting in front of you through your tear-filled eyes.
He reached across and wiped a tear from your cheek.
“You know I’m doing this because I love you, Rosie.” He said stroking your face.
Rosie?
That wasn’t your name.
“Let me go please. I won’t tell anyone I promise.” You begged as your wrists burned from the rope that was holding them to the chair.
“I can’t darling you know that. I have to see if something worked.” He said turning around and picking something up before showing you a picture.
Your eyes ran across the man in the picture and an overwhelming fear flew through you.
“No no get that away from me! I-I don’t want to see him ever again! Please get it away.” You yelled thrashing in your chair.
“Perfect. You did so good, Rosie. We’ll be perfect together.” He said stroking your cheek.
After seeing that picture of that man… this caring one wasn’t as scary anymore.
“Oh and please… call me Sebastian.” He said untying your wrists delicately.
You nodded and smiled, feeling at ease with Sebastian.
“I won’t let him come near you again.” He said kissing your forehead before taking your hand and leading you to another room.
-
Spencer was absolutely devastated knowing you were out there probably scared and hurt.
He didn’t sleep or eat for weeks due to stress.
He kept himself isolated other than getting more information on how to find you.
Eventually months have passed and the team was slowly losing hope.
There was no body, no more clues, no more time.
But Spencer will never give up.
The team would start a new case and he would work both; the case with the team and yours by himself.
When he would get frustrated, he would cry alone by himself or to JJ.
He had this feeling in his big heart that you were alive and out there somewhere, and sure enough you were.
You were out there, with Sebastian, belonging to another man.
A man that used his sick tricks to make you fear the love of your life.
To hate him.
The months have grown into years, and there was still no evidence or body belonging to you.
Spencer has been told that you would have wanted him to move on, but he remembers promising he would never leave you; to always belong to you.
And you promised back, long ago.
You sat at the clean breakfast table in yours and Sebastian’s house, your wrists loosely chained to the chair.
It’s been years and you’ve always felt… safer this way.
Sebastian had control of you, he kept you safe.
Being limited to space made you feel secure, like no one else could get in or release you; except Sebastian.
He was running his hands through his hair, he does that when he is nervous.
Earlier, you and Sebastian went to the park and a dark haired woman followed both of you.
Sebastian instantly prompted that you both go home and that you were in danger.
At that moment, a pair of handcuffs would have made you feel safer, but Sebastian quickly leaded you too the car where you drove to your secure home, where you ended up now.
You heard sirens in the distance, nothing new, but Sebastian quickly unlocked the chains from your wrists and took you downstairs.
“They’re going to try to take you Rosie, but you’ll be safe down here.” He said cuffing you again and kissing your forehead as he went back upstairs as you sat in the underground attic.
A few minutes later you heard yelling and the door being slammed open.
You jumped at the noise, instantly curling into a ball.
It went silent, but was soon disturbed by close footsteps and someone calling… your name.
The voice was closer, probably right in front of the little opening.
You saw light stream in and a man walk in.
It was…
It was him.
“No no get away from me! Don’t touch me! He’ll kill you if you touch me! Sebastian!” You yelled as the man crouched down in front of you.
“Y/N it’s me.” The man said reaching out to touch your face but you screamed as he got closer.
He instantly walked back, tears flooding his eyes.
“It’s me Spencer.” He said quieter as you looked into his dark eyes.
“I know who you are. I hate you. I hate you so much please don’t touch me. Don’t hurt me please.” You begged as tears rolled down your cheeks.
He flinched at the word “hate” but didn’t leave.
“Please remember me sweetheart please.” He begged covering his mouth to muffle sobs.
Spencer knew what had happened.
Hotch say the brainwashing helmet.
He saw the chair.
And Spencer was right behind him.
JJ climbed through the little opening and he turned into her shoulder and started sobbing.
She looked at you on the floor; crumpled in a ball with chains on your wrists.
Little did everyone know, that’s when you felt the safest.
“He did this to her. She-she’s scared of me JJ I can’t scare her.” He said pulling out of her shoulder.
“It’s okay Spence. Give her time and we will fix this. He’s going to prison for the rest of his life.” JJ said.
“No! He didn’t do anything wrong! Don’t take him away you have no proof!” You yelled at them.
“Y/N! You’ve been kidnapped for 2 years, brainwashed and tricked into…” you immediately flinched as he yelled at you.
“I-I’m sorry I didn't…” before he could finish his sentence, he bolted out of the basement.
“I’m going to take the handcuffs off of you okay?” JJ said slowly approaching you.
“I-I don’t want you to take them off. Where’s Sebastian?” You asked.
“What Spencer said was true. Sebastian had kidnapped you, tortured you and made you think that you were safe. He made you hate Spencer, Y/N. Your husband.”
-
You woke up to a bright light.
You have no clue when you blacked out or how you got to the… hospital?
You looked to your side and saw the man again, sleeping in the chair next to your bed.
You tried to move away as best as you could, the heart monitor beeping faster and faster.
His eyes shot open and he immediately stood up and walked to the far corner of the room.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He said putting his hands up before rubbing his eyes.
“Leave.” You said weakly as you realized all of the tubes and needles in your arms.
He hesitantly looked at the door and back to you.
“Can I ask you a few questions please? I promise I’ll stay on my side of the room.” He said.
“If you have questions have someone else ask. I don’t want to talk to you.” You said.
You saw his eyes gloss over as he bit his bottom lip.
“Do you really not remember me?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah I remember you. I also remember that I hate you and every time I see you, I want to run away. So yeah I remember you.” You spat making him quickly leave the room.
-
“Stockholm syndrome. It’s a very rare illness where the victims actually become attached to their abductor on an emotional and sentimental level. That’s why she is refusing to testify against Sebastian and why she feels safe in chains or handcuffs, she feels he’s the only one who can release and put her in them.” Spencer told the team with his head low.
“Fortunately it is somewhat curable but it will take time. Slowly introducing people should familiarize her surroundings hopefully making her feel safe. I know I can’t be the one that helps her… she’s too scared of me. That monster turned my own wife against me and every time I see her… she says she… she hates me. I can’t stand looking at her gaze into my eyes and all I see is hatred.” He added.
JJ walked across the little circle the team has formed and hugged Spencer.
“She’s not gone Spence. Like you said it takes time but we will get her back.” She said rubbing his shoulders.
That’s all Spencer could hope for right now; that they can get you back.

2

Imagine: 

Steve Rogers opening up to you about his life back in the 1940s.

••• Requested by Anon •••

You sat cross-legged on the couch with a cup of hot cocoa, the heat from the beverage leeching into your chill hands. A wide smile was etched across your face as you watched Steve fiddle with his record player before the sound of trumpets began to echo within the small apartment.

“Oh, I’ve heard this song before!” You exclaimed as the three Andrew Sisters voices sung out. “It’s called ‘Oh, Johnny’, right?”

“Yeah,” said Steve, returning your smile, “where did you hear it from?”

You blushed. “The first Narnia movie…”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I’d better watch it. I was there for a live Andrew Sisters concert with Bucky back in the 40s. Amazing, though my date wasn’t very successful that day…”

4

Nina and Hazel spent at least two full minutes bickering about cherry blossem petals but in the end June convinced them both to just check out the festival. The girls walked around for a bit, exploring the stalls and looking at the painting that were for sale.. until Hazel caught sight the Romance Guru. She immediately grabbed June and Nina by the hand and dragged them to the little booth.

Romance Guru: “Hello.. If you want your love life predicted I will need your name, occupation, hobbies and 500 simoleons..”

Hazel pulled her wallet from her purse and happily pushed a 500 simoleon coin in the hands of the Guru.

Hazel: “I’m Hazel Bassett, high school student. I enjoy playing hockey, late night reading, yoga and hanging out with my dear friends over here.”
Romance Guru: “Oh yes, Hazel. You have a pretty face, and people just can’t resist you, can they?”
Hazel: “When will I meet The One?”
Romance Guru: “It’s not important when you’ll meet.. but more of when you’ll realize that you two have already met..”
Hazel: “And how can I recognize him?”
Romance Guru: “Dark hair, dark eyes. A sweet face. A good sense of fashion. Oh yes, you’ll be a great pair..”