As I was younger, I met a boy. Deep, deep in forest he lived in a cave, high up in the mountains. He was feared by his power, his long, sharp fangs, dark eyes, his animalistic behavior and hair, that was long and untamed. Wolf boy, that’s what my village called him. This boy was cold and forceful in everything he did, though he had a soft side. I saw it, once. I hated the narrow minded community in my home town, so I fled in the deep green of the nature to escape shallowness for a minute and explore reality in its purest form. The deeper I got into the forest, the more attention I gathered, by one specific creature. This was the first time that I met this boy. He was in my age and he asked me what I wanted here. I saw that he was careful with human beings - since he was something oddly different, I do not know till now if he was a spirit or guardian of the nature or just returned to the wild - but I saw that he had interest as well. The interest and fascination with the tiny amount of fear the both of us had grew to friendship, and soon, as I turned 18 I realized that I fell in love with this boy and the boy fell in love with me. The wolf boy remarked constantly that I was pure fascination, he could not stop thinking about the words I say, the actions I did, my face - not even at night. But the love took an ugly end. Though our relationship was a big adventure itself since the both of us were from another world, he kept tyrannizing my home town. He said it gave him joy and excitement and that I was just too prude and his pride did not let him feel just a little bit empathy for me. I tried convincing him to stay with me. We could have gone somewhere else, live in another small village together and just keep contact with my family since I loved them - but his raw love decided to turn against me. I turned to to his enemy and I became ‘one of them’. From this day on, he left the forest he lived in and I miss him still.’
Taurus: I am what they call a ‘femme fatale’ or, if you like, a maneater.
I do not know my purpose, I honestly am as clueless as the poor creatures which soul I take every night.
One day, I woke up, laying on a cold ground and the only thing that was in the room with me has been this giant mirror. I looked at myself. It is not like I had a life in the past or was I plainly made like this? Made for this life? I do not know. I just know that my full lips and curves are hypnotizing them and my deep, brown eyes are grabbing them so tightly, none of them would ever be able to forget me. And that is a fact. None of these men ever forgot me. Me or my voice, my soothing laugh and light touches. They bought me red dresses made out of fine silk, the wrote letters, telling me how they missed my soft, sun kissed skin. I loved that. Somehow it was nice to be spoiled. I drank the best champagne, ate the most exotic fruits and had my senses pleased by every good willed or desperate soul that crossed my way.
That was my life before I got rejected. Rejected by a guy, so simple and dull looking, ugh, it gives me headaches just thinking about it. “I don’t want your company”, he said and ignored me. He even looked into my eyes but was still not reacting. Wasn’t I something different? Wasn’t I the demon that visited them every night just to slowly kill them? “Do you tell me, I am not appealing?” He dared to nod. “Yes.” I noticed how my real raging, evil nature wanted to show itself but I gritted my teeth and went back to my apartment.
Hadn’t I everything I needed for them to fall in love with me? Wasn’t that what I was made for? As I cried hysterically, I noticed a little piece of paper lying on my desk. A little bit confused I picked it up and read the short sentence written on it. ‘Look in the mirror’, it said. Suddenly I was scared. What was that supposed to mean? A joke of some guy that in the end turned out to be vengeful, huh? So I looked into the mirror. And in front of me was an old woman. The woman was not ugly, but she did pass her best years in life already. I screamed and out of shock I threw the mirror to the ground, it shattered and little pieces of glass flew to my feet. I threw every mirror out of my house.
What if it hasn’t been their souls keeping me alive? It doesn’t matter, because I refuse to believe that this is me.
Gemini: I remember
that my grandma told me many stories as I was younger. She told me a lot of her
childhood, especially about her school time. Every dinner at her house ended
with tears of laughter because of the memories she shared with us. One day
though, she told me something I couldn’t believe at all. It was at her 74th
birthday, the last birthday we celebrated with her. “As I
was younger, there was not much to laugh about, I know, it doesn’t seem like it
sometimes, but the times were harder than now, we had no time to be kids. And
as I turned 14, I was an adult in the eyes of my parents. One day as I sneaked
out of the house to play with a friend of mine - I wasn’t allowed to go out
because I had to tidy up the house, but oh well, I didn’t felt like doing so
this day - when I noticed that there was
a new family that moved in the house that was empty for years. I was and still
am very curious, so I observed it all a bit. The family seemed regular, nothing
really special, but the older brother out o these two - he was sixteen if I remember
correctly - he was special. I don’t know what he was but for me he was a magician. No, something higher, like a chosen one. A
story teller from another world. Since I was a polite girl I asked him if he
want to play something outside - or if he wants me to show him the neighborhood
- and soon the boy called Josh turned out to be my vanishing point, because the
things he told me…they became real.” As my grandmother told me that I
was highly alarmed. Maybe she was not right in the head because of her age, but
then again she never showed any kind of symptoms or has been seriously ill. So
I kept on listening and what she told me was unbelievable.
“ One day he asked me to close my eyes while he wanted to tell me a story
he just heard and really liked. I did, since I did not see any harm in it and
as his words - so full of energy and life - reached me, I felt a mildly stronger
wind soothing me. “Open your eyes, carefully and don’t panic”, he
told me and I literally could hear his grin. I was in a land mad out of clouds and
everything gold, the sky was bright and blue, but somehow you could see the
stars, planets, the moon and the sun. Even the earth. “What is
that?!”, I asked as I started to feel anxious but he just kept smiling and
told me that this was his own world. Well, from this point it was our world.
Every day we tried to meet and every day we could imagine and create the world like
we wanted. A world where we fought pirats like they did in Neverland and we talked to animals and I gained all kind of secrets the nature there bared. He was from another universe. He taught me everything beautiful and
the power of imagination. If it wasn’t real of course. But one day as we actually wanted to meet again, he and his family strangely disappeared. As I
asked the neighbors and my parents, they told us they never heard of their name
Cancer: You were
innocence and brutality. You were the only sanity I had and somehow nothing but
distraction of my mind. As I saw you the first time everything turned quiet and
everything turned grey, except you. You shined in every color and my heard
started bumping for the first time in years. I never talked to you, but
sometimes I watched you reading your book in the middle of the class as you
couldn’t care less about math and in the breaks you walked behind the school
building with your friends and smoked a cigarette after another until there was
no time left and you came late to almost every lesson and you smelled like
smoke but that was okay. You kind of made me like this smell. You were the giant
waves burying me every night as I realized it will never work out but you also
were the gentle breeze at the beach in the afternoon as I sat down by the shore
and thought about us - looking at each other and not even realizing what the
other one thinks.
My heart ached just thinking about you and I flee into a world of lucid
dreaming, lilac and pink toned skies with orange clouds adorning them, and I
flee into a world filled with anxiety and fear of never being yours because I
need you, but I guess you never thought about being with me. I search for
broken sea shells because they remind me of something I wished to be, a
thought, a wish, that was meant to fail from the beginning,
I wonder what I reminded you of me. Maybe I was only the boy who had math and history
with you. Maybe I reminded you of nothing at all.
Maybe I was never a part of your world.
Leo: Every night I walk up the sky. A ladder out of clouds appears in front of my window, I open it and make my way up to the sky where I will find the most bright and shimmering stars out of all. They are made out of something we human beings describe as ‘stardust’, but do you know what stardust is, actually? No, and I no clue either, but sometimes, when you look someone and you share a deep, mutual feeling? Like love, joy, or even sadness? That’s how it looks like. I know, I know, it is complicated. But, every time i look at you I hope I will see this kind of shimmering in them, because your deep, brown eyes remind me of the darkness of the night sky and every night when I climb to the stars I sit among them and watch you having the most vivid dreams. Sometimes they are happy dreams, sometimes they are full of disturbing images, so horrific that I take a little bit of the golden dust and let it trickle onto you. And when you wake up and we see each other at the bus station I see you smile, no dark circles under your eyes: you must have slept well. You know, up there in the sky is a castle, the night told me it was created for me, and it is made out of gold and silver, jewels, little opals and rubies that are illuminating the walls and window sills and the ceiling is painted and the most glorious pictures are placed on it, like Michelangelo himself visited the dream castle. And on the ground made out of marble I dance, every night. All alone, once in a while in beautiful clothes made out of silk and satin but mostly in my casual clothes, like you tend to see me every day in. The instruments play on their own and I sing to the music. Everything is shining and my heart is pumping and you do smile at me from time to time but my heart feels very heavy, you have to know. I show you, I really do show you that you are blessed with the beauty of the stars but I am afraid and maybe asking you if you need money for food in school or telling you that I like your sense of humor isn’t enough. Because I climb up to the stars for years now, the stars that do greed me once in a while, but do not love me as much as I wish you to love me. I dance alone, all alone in this castle and I cry all alone on this castle. Maybe one day, you will dance with me.
Virgo: I was working for this family my whole life, since my little body was fished out of the lake by our dearest Lord, I was forever deeply indebted to him and his family. I was happy I could for such an honorable family. I was glad that I had something that I was able to call ‘home’. A bed. Some books. Education - not the highest, but enough. And a perspective. As a person maiden I was everything that the younger woman in the village sometimes wished to be: the true hidden gem in the most respected household in the country. But there was something missing. I looked at my shaking hands as I was washing the dirty clothes of my Lord’s wife. Suddenly, the water turned red. I felt a stinging sensation on my hands and pulled them out quickly, furrowing my brows I looked at them. They bled. It felt so wrong. Those hands that already looked like the one of a 50 years old, even though I would celebrate my 21th birthday this year. There was nothing I could truly give. From the bottom of my heart. There was nothing. Out of nowhere, a light touch on my shoulder gave me a shiver. It was the Lord’s oldest son. “You, it’s late, go, get some sleep, let others finish it.” I wanted to protest - kindly of course - but he saw right through me. “You’ve done enough today. You deserve to rest - but let me help you with your hands first.” He smiled gently and his almond eyes gave me a feeling o security and warmth. “Thank you.” From this moment on, I felt devoted to the son, it was a love made out of thankfulness and pure adoration. The Lord’s eldest son did not even care about my being and the effort I did, but he was gentle and not too harsh as some people here were. In special occasions he even asked for advice. I was able to give him a piece of my views and believes and he kindly treasured my words. I cried happy tears as my love’s wedding took place and I was allowed to give my opinion on the decoration and wedding theme. My love was unrequited but it was honest till the end.
Libra: “My dear son, what are you looking at again?”, the father asked as he washed the dishes. They just finished breakfast. His thoughts being interrupted, the boy blinked before turning to his father. “I’m sorry father, I will help you instantly.” “You know, looking out of the window every day isn’t good, you will lose your sense for reality.” The son thought about this statement the whole day and the day after and even the day after that. “Why should I stay inside and help my father with his work? I am a living being after all. After all, I…I do feel as well.” The wooden boy went to the window in his bedroom and saw the neighbor girl, picking some flowers, probably for her ill grandmother. Once in a while when he was allowed to go out for a walk he chatted with her a bit - she was bubbly, but after all very soft and kind. Some people were fascinated by him, some told his father he should sell him to a museum or let scientist examine him, in the end no one knew how his father made the wooden boy come alive. And then there were people that were deeply afraid of him, calling him words like ‘monster’ or ‘accident’. “Oh my dear son, do not listen. You may think a little bit too rational sometimes, but after all you just came to live a few months ago - you still need to learn and learning is one of the most common, human things on earth.” Yes, that indeed was true, but his father never saw what was going on inside his wooden heart. He was feeling like everyone else did. He wanted to help others, he wanted to socialize, but every time he gave, no one wanted to give this mutual feeling back - the feeling of someone special by his side was just too good to be true. This neighbor girl was the only one daring to talk to him and she even went picking flowers with him. The wooden boy was kind, talked politely and with his natural charm a fairy blessed him with the night he came alive, made her feel comfortable - the girl became special to him. One day though he saw the girl kissing a for him unknown boy. “What..what is that kind of feeling?”, he asked irritated and his father answered with the word: “heartbreak”. The wooden boy went to the shore a few days after that and with a wooden boat he made his way to somewhere else. “Pinocchio, where are you going?”, asked the sea concerned. The wooden boy did not know. “I guess I am made out of driftwood”, he answered.
Scorpio: We sat by the shore and the setting sun let the world look even duller as it already was. His eyes searched for a fixed point, somewhere at the endless horizon, he always did that. Somehow, he never seemed to find one. Sometimes it got really quiet among the both of us. But it was pleasant. There were the crashing waves, the endless screaming of the sea gulls and the howling of the cold, hard wind. But it was pleasant. Somehow everything was pleasant. He was there and every inch of my body was filled with a vivid, magnetic feeling, I wanted to get closer to him, but I never knew if I wasn’t already close enough. I was attached. Attached by one accidental, simple stroke of his warm hand when we walked through the city, attached by his deep, blue eyes and every time I looked at them I felt as I was jumping into ice cold water. He had a last drag of his cigarette before throwing it to the waves. They devoured it. “What are you looking at all the time, are you searching for a fixed point?”, I asked simply and watched the cigarette swimming on the surface. He smiled shortly, lowering his eyes, before they moved to me. And it was quiet again. This pleasuring silence, and I knew he thought about something. There was something odd about his stare but in a good way. He smiled again before answering. “There’s no need for that, when you already have one, isn’t it.” I was too scared to say something, I was too scared to ask if it was me. Because I knew that he was mine fixed point. This love was like waves pulling me closer to the muddy ground, but I loved the coldness of the sea because he himself was the warmth that greeted me when I made it back to the shore once in a while. I really wanted me to be his everything, just as he was mine.
“I once had a bird. It was the most beautiful,splendid bird I have ever seen, never ever had mother nature created such a beauty again. Once in a while, your eyes catch something so oddly beautiful, you just have to capture it. With his bright and shimmering feathers as it sat there on a branch. As it preened it feathers, I slowly crept up on it, taking my camera and took a picture. It stopped as it heard the clicking noise, but did not flew away. I had the feeling it looked at me, saw right through me. At this moment I thought this bird was new. A new species. I could give it a name, this majestic creature, I could make it my own. From this moment on I investigated all my time observing the time, drawing it, noting down some of my newest observations and thoughts to gain as much knowledge as I could get. But next to it desire to fly all the time, it sang. Often and passionately. Maybe it called a mate. Or some other bird of its species, male or female - it did not matter. Another thing I noticed was, that it was not a timid animal - no, in fact it liked to present itself - but it really had no place to stay. In fact, it rode down the wind, like it was searching for something. A nest? A mate? Sometimes I was scared, because the bird disappeared for days, but it always came back. Somehow, it always came back, but I could never be sure. One day, I was sick of it. ‘Goddammit, for the sake of science, do it!’, I did shout at myself and captured it. It was hard because of it sharp beak. I put it in the biggest cage I could find, I made my home as realistic as the actual forest it lived in. Excited it flew around its cage,a little bit nervous and scared, but over all very confident. I loved this unique, vivid bird, and it loved me as well. It answered me with some of its sing sang once in a while and it even dared to get closer to me. But something changed. The bird slowly started dying. There was no singing. No flying. No chirping. It lied on the ground, breathing heavily, it was exhausted. Moved and concerned by the picture in front of me, I opened the cage, carefully lifted the bird up and lied it down on the window sill. As I came back the bird was gone. I never saw it again.”
Capricorn: As a florist I am deeply devoted to any kind of plant and the act of making
them grow, creating a bouquet of flowers, nature itself - as I was a kid I
already felt like Daphne the nymph in the wood ,the green surrounding
me soothed me, I found peace in the nature. Well, as I was 22 years old I got
the idea to open my own flower shop - much to the liking's of my parents. I
wanted to create something absolutely new: a flower shop with a touch of the
unusual, kind of unique, maybe something that you won’t find everywhere.
I wanted to do black flowers.
My parents told me a thousand times that this would ruin me, an idea meant to
But of course, they couldn’t stop me. Years later I opened my flower shop at
the end of the city, it was small but cute and my flowers sure caught the
attention of passengers and after a while I had some customers trusting me and
buying my creations and flowers. But no one really seemed to appreciate the
black ones. “They are..ahm…different, honey”, my aunt said as she
visited my shop. “You really think that people want them? Flowers are
meant to look good, make one happy and let the room look friendlier. This is…quite
the opposite.” Before I couldn’t even respond a young man looking at small
plants in one corner of my shop interrupted me, apologizing before speaking:
“I see them as exciting. They draw attention to them and have something
unique, maybe something that not everyone understands.” He smiled plainly before
laying his eyes on me. “I’d like black roses. I need for a special
occasion.” I nodded. I’ve never seen him before or even nearby but I did
as he said. From this moment on he went to my shop every two weeks, only to
order some new black roses, he usually was quiet but once in a while he dared
asking me questions. A little bit odd sometimes, he was a bit cold, but
otherwise kind of magnetic - I don’t know why. One day he stopped coming. After
maybe a year. The year he disappeared was also the hardest year for my shop -
my grandmother died and I neglected the shop to the point where I was close to abandoning
it. It survived in the end, after they saw the rosaries I did for the grave
more people gave me and my shop a chance. One day, as I was visiting her grave,
I crossed a grave I have never seen before. I read the name out loud and
wondered, before I gasped in shock and almost let the watering can fall down.
Black roses were placed in front of the tombstone, they seemed old, almost
rotten. I wondered if it was him laying six feet underground.
Aquarius: I was just watching. I saw her dancing on the other side of the room, like she was in a dream. The fluorescent light touched her skin softly and all I wanted was to talk to her. But I could not. I was not able to. Sometimes when she went to bed and suffered from nightmares - which she got pretty often - I started stroking her hair and she would sleep tightly and calmly eventually. When she forgot to pack her lunch I would carefully put it in her schoolbag and when she forgot to make her bed after waking up, I gladly did it for her once in a while. “Thank you, darling”, her mother would say. “But mom, that wasn’t me”, was her constant response. Her mother would smile then and lightly shake her head, but her daughter was going insane with her mother not believing her that she didn’t even touch the sheets till 7am. When she came back from school I listened to her soothing voice, humming to the songs that her phone played. I admit, I am not really fond of the music today, but I could get used to it, after all I was an open minded spirit, right? I just wish I could be with her and walk her to school and carry her books and pick flowers with her and all the stuff that she writes in her dairy - yes I admit yet again I read it once in awhile when she decides to write something down. But then I was afraid. I did not know how these things worked out. I mean, for me, things like love will never turn out again, but I was always a bit special when it came to occasions like those. Me, falling for a living girl? I was at the attic almost for 5 days before I decided to visit her. I listened to her calling a friend and she told her that she hated flowers. Hating flowers? Well,I guess I can cancel picking flowers with her now out of my imagination. And she complained about not having anyone for Valentine’s Day. I know, this girl would never ever notice me. Hell, she didn’t even believe in ghosts. But after all, that was the only thing left on earth that mattered for me - this strange love. So instead of flowers I made myself useful and I placed a jar with three fireflies I was able to persuade into being a gift for only one day in front of her door and happily she told her mom about a mysterious admirer. I know, I know, really cheesy. But that day I strangly fell asleeo. As I woke up I saw a bright, white light. Maybe it was my time to go.
War is over and I suppose it’s best for me to stay at the Summer’s islands. After such a dark period we would need the time to gather around again and work up the loss of our nation. I heard about your father and I deeply apologize, telling you my honest concern. But he was a good man, he fought for the right side and for justice and peace.
After I heard that you are going to marry the oldest son of your dearest father’s friend I want to congratulate the both of you, may you live happily together.
I want to be honest and please forgive me speaking so openly about my feelings, but I think it is the best if we would stop interfering with one another from this point on. This moment we live in right now, it is hard but the right time to start things over again.
And I can not be a part of your life anymore.
Since I was young and I was ordered to be your knight, I felt very attached to you.
They describe magic creatures in those fairy tales my father told me not to read. They would make me weak, he said, I should see right in the dead eye of life. But I still read them. They helped me escaping out of the brutality of life.
And you constantly did remind me of the dreamy fantasy these books told me about. Like those elves in the fairy tale you moved gracefully through the woods, going for a walk and your soft hair would blow in the wind and reminded me oh so often of the fresh and pure snow.
I wished I would be able to vanish those feelings and memories, so I could watch you growing old, so I could see you in your purest form of the celestical being that you are every day.
You made me stand up when I wanted to leave war and flee into the woods, when I wanted to escape life. You alone made me stay.
And because I adore you with all of my being I wish you to be happy.
I will let go.
But I needed to tell you before I let you disappear out of my heart and mind.
Do not write back, im asking you at this point.
Do never change your heart.
Request: Omg i just had this thought. So reader always wears baggy clothes, nothing that showed off her curves or anything. And then theres a party and she wears this beautiful tight dress, it was still slightly modest, but it hugs her curves, and no one realized that it was her at first. (Also, reader is best friends with bts, but has feelings for one of them and then they get together?) Thank ya!!!!!!
(Credit to Original owner of gif)
You don’t really recall the exact that you became friends with all of Bts but you don’t regret it for a single momen- “Y/N! Is eating your food again! He’s straying from the diet and will blame you!” You heard the all to familiar voice of Jin yell down the corridor to you.
You sighed and finished pulling your jumper over your shoulders and hurried to the kitchen to see Jungkook with a mouth full of crisps and the most guilty look on his face “Aish! Stop eating my food you pig!” You yelled and grabbed the now empty can of Pringle’s from the boy.
You shoved three boys out of your kitchen and found another one in your pantry so you pulled him out as well and you all moved into the living room, you all sat and watched a movie and noticed all the boys were side eyeing you and each other and you knew straight away you had been stuck in the middle of either a prank or some dumb competition that they always did. An arm draping around your shoulder disrupted your thoughts as Taehyung nonchalantly glanced at you then back at the TV “What do you want?” You asked suspiciously.
“Oh nothing, there’s just this part-” “Y/N come I need water!” Jungkook yelled suddenly interrupting the other boy from speaking.
You looked at Jungkook and used the opportunity to move away from Taehyung, as much as you loved their hugs you knew something sinister was going on. “Go get it yourself, you know how a tap works.” You teased and moved away from Tae to a different couch.
The boys chuckled and all went back to normal but for like five minutes before your phone pinged and you were going to grab it but upon seeing the sly look on Yoongi’s face you ignored it. “Ugh this is killing me, Y/N We want to invite you to a party, nothing to fancy, the boys were making a game out of it to see who could get you to be their date.” Namjoon finally said being the first to crack.
Seven loud groans echoed around the room and they all began telling off Namjoon for spoiling their game. “Sure I’ll go, I didn’t know it was a competition though, Kookie asked me yesterday and I said yes.” You said and then laughed as all the yelling was suddenly turned on the youngest.
Once all the chatter died down you all went and ate some dinner and enjoyed a movie. You had slyly stolen Yoongi’s jumper and added your final addition to your baggy jumper collection as now you had one from every boy. It made you proud and you didn’t feel any guilt, they always took your stuff and ate your food. It’s probably why they never complain about their missing clothes. You fell asleep with them in the living room and your head was resting quite comfortably on Jungkook’s shoulder.
You woke up in the morning to an almost empty living room, the boys were up and about gathering all their stuff and getting ready to go to work with the exception of Jungkook who was still quite comfortably asleep and you still had your head on his shoulder. You moved away and shook the boy awake, to which he groaned as he had the most pleasant dream about you. His eyes shout open and realized how close you were and jumped away, you laughed at his odd behavior as he went about his morning before all the boys bid you goodbye and Jungkook told you what time he would pick you up.
After they had left you went upstairs to go see what nice clothes you did have and found one dress tucked away at the back, you weren’t one for going all out and making yourself up but if it was something to do with work for the group you wanted to make sure you looked your absolute best. The dress was simple, that reached just above your knees and hugged your waist before becoming like skater skirt. It was long sleeved and had slightly wider than normal neckline and you knew it was the dress to wear. You picked out a pair of nice small heels and set your outfit to the side and tried to contain your excitement.
When the time came you began getting ready and dolled yourself up and even did your hair before putting on your outfit for the night and stared at yourself in your full length mirror. Admiring how the dress and shoes made your legs appear longer and how the dress accentuated your curves without being to sexy. You walked down the stairs expecting to see Jungkook but only saw a driver and you couldn’t deny how upset you were, to be arriving on your own.
The driver informed you that the group would meet you there as they ran behind schedule. You didn’t mind in all real honesty, you knew their work was important and would usually take up a little time, so you were thankful enough for the moments you did get with them.
You showed up the party and told yourself to beat up Namjoon for lying, there was paparazzi everywhere and their presence made this party seem a lot bigger than expected, the driver handed you an invitation on a small piece of paper and you exited the car and you were immediately blinded by the flashes of cameras. You did your best to smile as people loudly chatted about who you were.
You entered the party and skimmed the area and spotted the boys and made a beeline for them and jumped up next to Jimin who stared at you in surprise “Hello there,” He purred “My name is Jimin and you?” He asked surprise turning to something more flirty.
You let out a laugh and leaned close “Jimin its me! Y/N! You’re kidding right? I’m not that hard to notice.” You laughed in his ear over the music.
You pulled away to see shock settled back on his face and ignored him and went around greeting the boys and saved Jungkook for last “Kookie!” You yelled to catch his attention.
He turned quickly, knowing your voice from anywhere but when he saw you, he felt everything around him slow down. He loved it when you wore his clothes, He loved it when you wore anything really but this was the first time you had ever worn something like this in the time you had known him and he couldn’t stop the literal shock to spread across his features. “Yoohoo earth To Kook!” You called, rapping your fist against his head.
He dragged you away after snapping out of it. He pulled you onto the balcony and away from the thumping music “So some small, non-fancy party huh?” You joked looking back into the room to see Yoongi a thumbs up but he wasn’t looking at you.
You followed his gaze to Jungkook and saw the boy staring at the floor blushing madly. “Jungkook, are you okay?” You asked placing a hand on his shoulder.
He looked up and met your gaze. His mouth opened and shut a few times “You look beautiful tonight!” He blurted out finally, reverting away from his fishlike state.
You were about to thank him when you noticed him take a deep breath and step forward and wrapped an arm around your waist and the other rested on your chin as he brought his lips close to yours. “In fact you are the most beautiful person at this entire party.” He breathed.
You let your eyes flutter shut as your best friend kissed you. You wrapped your arms around him and got completely lost in the moment but eventually you had to pull away “So Kookie finally stopped being my blushy boy and became my manly man.” You teased.
It brought a grin to his face as you kept teasing him but all he did was just watch your face light up as you animatedly joked about him before getting distracted by your lips and kissing you again right in the middle of your insult and silencing you.
Probably could have come up with a better ending I’m sorry!! This was actually really fun to write as I relate 100%. I hope you enjoyed it!!
Ugh, my throat hurts, my neck hurts, what if I have a super severe disease that's going to kill me?
Oh, would you look at that, I'm being a paranoid hypochondriac again. I'll just ignore myself.
But wait, isn't pain supposed to be an alarm system to make me aware something's wrong with my body? If I keep ignoring it, won't I end up ignoring something important? WHAT IF THAT'S NOW AND I HAVE A SUPER SEVERE DISEASE THAT'S GOING TO KILL ME?
This is the first part in the Logan gets series! If you have a request please send it my way and I’d be happy (overjoyed) to write it for you! I write any ships. Now, without further ado, Logan gets: Upset!
Ship(s): If you squint there’s some Analogical. Like, look for the grand canyon at noon.
Word Count: 972
Gonna tag (most) everyone who reblogged the Is Logan Ok post. And maybe some others. I need approval.
What did I do wrong? Why was everyone ignoring me and talking over me? Did they dislike me?
This is hurting too much. I need them right now but I feel quite excluded. My head hurts more often now, pushing me to overthink and magnify the situation. I know I’m just magnifying things, I know I’m doing it. So why can’t I stop?
Ugh… My head is killing me. Was I too obvious in the new video? Almost everything I recall saying was emotionally charged, and I felt so angry at them. I was being ignored… Just like last time. Why couldn’t I catch a break, so to speak?
Why couldn’t I just tell them how I feel?
Listen to me! Please, just listen to me! Why won’t you listen to me? I have feelings too…
Am I not smart? Am I a nuisance? I just want to know what I did wrong…
Outside of my door I heard Roman and Patton talking quietly. Not quietly enough.
“It’s movie night, Roman! But…”
“What is it?” Roman queried.
“Logan’s got his door shut. It’s not just been today, either. For a week or two I noticed it’s shut more often.”
“It’s probably nothing, Patton. Don’t worry, maybe he’s working on something. To be honest though, I… am a bit worried. You always say that he has feelings like the rest of us, and that he just doesn’t know how to express them-”
“Maybe he’s upset.” Virgil called out. He was probably walking towards the pair now. “And is so, he probably needs someone right now. I would check on him, but I always seem to make things worse.”
“No, no! That’s a great idea! Check on him, you seem to get along better with him.” Roman concluded.
Virgil was silent. Virgil… he has done this. Ha had to have. Virgil clearly must have influenced me. It’s his fault… It has to be! If he wouldn’t have been so dramatic! Surely this was his doing. In fact, the new video was all about him!
My logical mind told me he wasn’t to blame, no one was. But I needed to put blame somewhere. I was so clouded by sadness and I didn’t know what to do, being angry at someone is easier. It was something solid that I could grab, where as sadness was a fluid that tasted like acid on my tongue.
“I don’t know.” Virgil said finally. “He probably doesn’t like me. He makes it out like he dislikes me.”
I’d had enough. I stormed angrily to my door, slamming it open and startling the three.
“Dislike you?! Dislike?! Try hate! You ruin everything, Virgil! Everything! I was listened to before that stupid stunt you pulled! Not in the way I needed, but they still listened!” I screamed.
“Logan… You’re crying…” Virgil reached up and wiped away a few tears. His hand was warm and soft, and though I didn’t mean to I leaned into Virgil’s touch.
“Sto-o-op…” I sobbed. “I-I’m supposed to… to be mad at you. I can’t even seem to do that right… I can’t even hate you. What’s wrong with me?”
I slid to the floor and put my head in my hands. Virgil sat beside me while Roman and Patton sat in front of me.
“Lo, nothing’s wrong with you. But maybe something is wrong with us. We should have known better. Should have talked with you more but we thought letting you do your own thing made you happier than being forced to watch children’s movies with us…” Patton turned to Roman to make sure he agreed.
Roman nodded firmly, a guilty look on his face. “We should have done so nuch more. Alone time has it’s… benefits, but people have benefits too. You don’t have to watch Disney with us tonight ”
“No.” Virg said, lightly laying a hand on my shoulder. I furiously wiped tears away, willing this to stop but they kept coming. “You’re shivering… Here, wait here.”
Virgil ran off, coming back moments later with a black lump. Virgil sat back down beside me, putting the lump in my hands. I realized it was his old hoodie.
“I want you to have that, and to come watch silly movies with us. I don’t want you to be alone.” Virgil gave Logan a small, almost unnoticeable smile.
“And Logan… I wanted to apologize. I know I’m the heart. I should’ve seen you were hurting.” Patton apologized.
“Me too. I apologize for my stupid idea. Leaving you alone was a stupid idea.” Roman apologized as well, bowing his head slightly.
“Not stupid, Roman. Just not the best idea. That idea take a backseat though, I may need some alone time at some point, making that the best idea for the moment.” I said as I pulled Virgil’s hoodie over my hoodie over my head. It smelled nice, and I knew this article of clothing was loved greatly.
“Come on, Lo. And if you want I’ll even cuddle with you. I could… make an exception.” Virgil finally broke out in a grin. Patton gasp in pretend hurt. I stood, as did the others.
“You’d cuddle with him?” Patton whined. “Why not us?”
“I’m not good at initiating things like that. I had to build up the courage just to tell Logan I’d cuddle with him if he wanted.” Virgil explained, scratching his neck.
“I very much would appreciate it, Virgil. Now, what movie will we watch?” I ask, grinning as my family bickered over what to watch.
By the end if the movie I was the last one awake. Virgil clung to my side, while Roman had his arm draped protectively over us, and Patton was strewn over our laps. I want to talk to them more, but that was something for later.
Summary: You and the boys of the camp left Neverland to Storybrooke leaving Peter Pan behind, hoping for him to appear on the ship. In Storybrooke you slept at Snow White’s house and had a nightmare making you feel bad for leaving Peter at Neverland.
Warning: English is not my first language. There’s cursing in this story. And there’s a mean Peter Pan (on a dream) in this part.
A/N: Peter Pan as no connection with Rumple in this scenario. Credits to the owner of the gif!
They push me inside the ship
making me fall and some of the guys come get me up, “I’m fine” I say and they
go sit down again. Regina goes to the bedroom of ship, where probably Henry is.
I sit down next to Felix and he looks at me “He’s probably dead by now” I hear
someone comment and I look around to see who it was and it was the curly haired
boy, that boy will die if he doesn’t shut up.
Everyone starts passing covers
so everyone won’t be cold on the way back to Storybrooke. After they lock
Peter’s shadow on the sail of the boat, the ship starts moving and Hook shouts
to collect the anchor. And only on a space of minutes we were on the sky
I lay my head on Felix shoulder
and he leans his head on mine. Regina comes back and looks around laying her
eyes on me, she walks to me and I lift my head.
“Y/N, right?” She asks and I
nod “Henry wants to talk with you” She says and I lift my eyebrows “Why?” I ask
getting up and she sights “I don’t know, but what I know is that if you hurt my
son, I’m going to kill you with my hands. You heard me?” She says and I nod
smirking. “She’s a complete girl version of Peter Pan” She murmurs and I ignore
I go to the bedroom and when I
put my feet on the wood of the bedroom I turn around and Henry was sitting on
his bed. I walk to him and I sit down on the end of his bed. “So you wanted to
talk with me.” I say and he nods, “I wanted to ask you: Ugh, why did you lie to
me?” He asks and I look at him, “To protect Peter” I say and he looks confused
“Do you still defend Peter Pan after he tried to kill me?” He asks nervous and
I sigh “Yes Henry, even if you are a child and everything I would still be on
Pan’s side, like he stayed in mine for a lot of years” I say and he looks at
the floor nodding.
Someone comes down and it was
Snow, she gives us a smile and when I was going to get up she grabs my shoulder
“I actually wanted to talk with you Y/N” She says and I look at her confused
“You and Wendy actually, you know her, right?” She asks and I nod, “Okay then,
come with me and you Henry… Sleep” She orders and he nods laying down.
Man. I sure do fucking love it when I cry and no one around me gives a shit
I’m not a very loud when I cry unless it’s full blown sobbing. But today has been shitty as fuck and I just want it to end. But at the same time, I don’t. Today is the last day i actually get to spend with my gf but we haven’t done shit.. and I feel terrible about it. I don’t have the money to bring her out somewhere, it’s too fucking cold out to take a walk, and I just….
Hhhhh… I just wanna cuddle and watch movies with her before I break down again….
- “this is the first sorta gay episode” says the girlfriend AH YES I REMEMBER Probs the earliest gayish episode
-Gabrielle fighting that tree is me against life #LosingALosingBattle
-This is like the banter in the ‘breast dagger episode’
-Also, this is me in my relationship, “Yes I can, dammit! No you can’t, darling.”
-Lucy is fucking talllllll ; also I heard her accent in “LAST RESORT”
-”The moment you kill…everything changes” HEAVY HANDED FORESHADOWING . .
“This guys fucking teeth man” :GF
-The equally heavy handed feminism I will also accept :)
-Did Gabrielle just do a Xena yell? wtf
-Lowering the Xena theme music notes does not make me un-recognize it; also the creators didn’t care so i’ll shut-up
-The writers could have blown their load just then and have Gabrielle kill someone in the first season, but what a waste that would have been at the very start!
-These new zeland actors and saying “xener” instead of “xena” lol
-I DIDN’T REALIZE THIS STUPID DAHAK/HOPE STORYLINE WENT SO FAR BACK
- GF: “She is really funny in the early episodes.” ME: “Gabrielle?” *Silence* “GABRIELLE?!” “No baby, Ephiny.” Me: -_________________-
-My girlfriend is Xena. I am Gabrielle. Cue the aggressive eyeroll.
- Gabrielle doesn’t know what she was thinking “MAYBE IT WAS I’LL TRY TO HELP XENA.” Ungrateful bastard Xena is.
-I swear gab just said she was gonna pick up some ‘soft porn’
-lol at this guy being mystic-ist………..I mean mystic..
-“she is such a do-gooder. and a softie” says the GF
-Rene is such a fun actor. Lol at breast digger always being a fun gag.
-LOL at Xena being able to tell Gabrielle is pushing her tits up instantly
-Hmmmm. “it’s not like your breasts aren’t dangerous enough.” meaning she is captivated by Xena’s breasts and/or other people are also captivated???
-time to whoop some ass
- “GABRIELLE?!” said Xena forever. GF’s fave transition; yelling gabrielle’s name to breaking heads over a lost gabrielle. If my very best friend disappeared in a fight i would not scream her name. I would search for her calmly.
-Damn, what an Actress to play a lesbian into eternity. Lucy is so fine.
-I also don’t know a lick about housework.
-Blood innocence? Like her period
-So many 90′s eyebrows.
- OF COURSE XENA IS THE ONE WHO COMES TO DEFEAT MORPHEUS butthole
-I wonder how long it’d take to get as fine as Lucy Lawless.
-”They took my girlfriend and I’m gonna get her back”
-Stop squishing my arms breh.
-”i’m the one.” The gayest of all time.
-Don’t worry, I’m a gentleman. FUCK YOU and the fact that you have to say that.
-”this dreamscape feels so low budget,” GF.
-These “victims” are boring
-Yawn Yawn let’s get to the xena saving gabrielle part.
-Gabrielle’s dress is so tragic; who knew cold shouldered dresses turned on Xena so much.
-It must be you, cause that was weird AF gab.
-Geebreielle. Nice one Lucy.
-Who doesn’t love these whooshes
-Xena’s internal struggle is too real. This is why she dies in the end >____>
-WAIT shouldn’t Good Xena killing Bad Xena mean she never has to die at the end?!!!!!!
-Xena came to fuck shit up in the name of all things gay
-”I’m impressed,” she says as she ignores her gay tendencies.
-Speaking of your girlfriend? She’s waiting for me. SAME XENA. Me too.
-The surface of the water metaphor. I became a lesbian, with a stone under there.
isabela: what’s so hard to understand? this is my girlfriend merrill, and that’s merrill’s boyfriend hawke, and that’s hawke’s boyfriend fenris
varric: opens his mouth me: makes farting noises
hawke: uses his newly acquired wealth to buy a massive fully furnished mansion in the wealthy part of town hawke: still digs through trash and loots corpses to afford new shoes
zevran: when you’re done looting the corpses come talk to me to end this quest hawke: ah, this one understands me
merrill: gets mad at me for sleeping with a prostitute me: shit my bad me: reloads save me: removes merrill from party me: sleeps with prostitute me: re-adds merrill to party
fenris: mages are dangerous, they’ll do anything for power, and then lose control of it and people die merrill: i can control it! anders: i can control it! SEVERAL HOURS OF GAMEPLAY LATER fenris, over the smoldering wreckage of kirkwall: looks directly into the camera
anders: are you sure about merrill? hawke: she LOVES ME you soggy potato anders: but you could have had all this wonderbread and mayo ;) me: shut up anders
anders: lectures merrill about demons me: SHUT UP ANDERS
bethany: exits the game and returns 30 hours later with her personality removed me: :(
anders: just because you had one bad experience with mages – fenris: somehow manages not to kill him
isabela: just stand there and smolder for me ;) fenris: … smolder isabela: ooh and some of that cold indifference too, purr fenris: i can’t be cold and smolder at the same time, those things don’t go together hawke: BURSTS INTO SONG
danarius: sell fenris your best bro who has had your back the entire time even though you’ve ignored everything he’s ever said about mages you bleeding heart fuckboy back into slavery to me anders: good idea :) me, screaming and hurling my controller across the room: WHAT THE FUCK ANDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hawke: hey isabela can you open this simple locked chest isabela: ugh you’re such a SLAVE DRIVER fenris: is standing right the fuck there, isabela
pride demon: LITERALLY CALLS ME OUT ON BEING PURPLE HAWKE hawke: i came out to have a good time and im honestly feeling so attacked right now
merrill: i cant believe shes dead its all my fault….. weeps hawke: loots the body hawke: cool, good belt hawke: equips merrill with it
anders: i need you to sneak me into the chantry hawke: why anders: just do it hawke: why tho anders: just do it hawke: ok but are you gonna tell me why anders: just do it hawke: this is kind of sus dude anders: just do it hawke: like REALLY sus dude why won’t you just tell me what you want anders: WHY DONT YOU LOVE ME ENOUGH TO UNCONDITIONALLY DO WHATEVER I ASK I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS
hawke: after the tevinter poop magic incident i really dont feel i can trust you anders: kicked puppy look hawke: … ugh
hawke: i support mages, my sister is a mage, they’re not all bad :) mages: consistently fuck up and use blood magic to turn into demons and do murder hawke: … i support mages, my sister is a mage, they’re not all bad :) fenris: tears out his hair and yells
hawke: knew i shouldn’t have trusted a dude whose staff is three snakes
REQUEST: a *imagine where Jerome meets Jim’s teenager daughter please??
FANDOM: Jerome Valeska [Gotham]
AUTHOR: MK (purityimagines)
TAGS: swearing, mention of death, crime
When Y/N was young, she developed a passion for saving people and looking deep into mysteries. Observing people was a way of her to pass the time, reading into their lives. Who are they? What are they wearing? How do they feel right now? How can I get them to reveal their weakness? What goes on in their life? What problems do they face? Y/N was seven when she noticed a man snatching a wallet from a woman’s bag and afterwards the police were involved speaking to a little girl with pigtails and a pink dress, eating her summer treat with ice cream all over her face.
She was twelve when the kids stared at her and when she was aware, she couldn’t help but stare back. Jim Gordon, her father has never known anyone so different than his own daughter. And he liked it. He loves his daughter unconditionally— possibly if she’s following his footsteps as a detective or not, or whether she is insane and murderous or not.
Now she’s eighteen and she’s following her father’s footsteps of becoming a GCPD detective. Jotting notes and observing Commissioner Essen, watching Dr. Leslie Thompkins do her job with Edward and learning how to walk in heels and a fancy outfit was one of the priorities. Was she liking it so far? Hell no. The cute outfit and heels? Hell yes.
“Y'know walking around in heels almost all day might kill you,” commented Harvey.
“But Essen is still here,” she replies.
He widens his eyes. “Well I guess Gordon’s lucky.”
Y/N squints and he lets out a sigh. “That sounded better in my head.”
“The problem is that I can’t date yet. Wouldn’t it be surprising that my next suspect would be a maniac?"
Suddenly she caught herself interacting with a boy that lost his mother. A tall, ginger boy that worked at a carnival and was very pale. His name was Jerome Valeska, an eighteen year old with skin pale as a ghost. His clothes, hair, skin tone and face could possibly make him a human version of Chucky from Child’s Play. But to Y/N, he was terrifying to look at.
Jerome Valeska was the boy Y/N had to help her father interrogate that afternoon with Leslie.
You probably won't be even the tiniest bit surprised by this but people just got SO god damn mad when I posted video compilations of me getting melee final blows on enemies as Mercy. They kept accusing me of ignoring my teams and letting them die to get a kill when it's very clear that each clip is only one elim from an entire match. And the clips where I got two, it was bc I was alone and cornered. Oh, but it's absolutely my fault that the enemy team tactically separated me from everyone else.
ugh. and honestly none of our opinions are valid to these kind of people either. you can say you like the new ult and they’d say “that’s cuz you’re a fucking battle mercy” if you say you hate it they say “that’s because you probably just suck at fighting” like fuck off yo let me have fun. it’s a game. games are supposed to be fun.
So for anyone who has seen my mopey posts every now and then, you know i was in a huge friend group last semester but then my one of my four bffs told me off and said I’m a bad friend bc of my anxiety which like killed me. Anyways I’ve stayed away from the group since then bc it felt toxic for my mental health, but kept in touch with my other three bffs.
I go to grad school now w a lot of those girls but one of those bffs is visiting for alumni weekend. And made plans to get bfast and ice cream with me while she was here to catch up. But of course she can’t spend a single second away from the whole group to see me alone. And now she’s going to dinner and and then out with them all immediately after and leaving in the morning. So the only way I can see her is going out with all of these girls I really do not like or respect. And this is the SECOND time she’s done this to me visiting after last time when I told her I didn’t feel comfortable around everyone anymore. And I’m so frustrated that she is being so selfish and not a good friend.
Sorry this is long I’m just venting to myself cause I virtually have no other friends to vent to this about besides my boyfriend who I don’t want to bother while he’s out with his new coworkers.
I’m starting a tag list if anyone wants on. Just let me know. Requests are open and I would love to see what you guys want written. As always, feedback is appreciated. In other news, HOLY CRAP, I HIT 100 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU GUYS.
*clears throat* Now that that’s over, on to the story.
It’s been four months since that mission with Steve and Natasha. Steve had been avoiding you since that night on the roof and before you could get answers, Fury sent you on an undercover recon mission. Classified documents were leaking from somewhere, and the intel appeared to be coming from a small team of specialists.
You’d been with this team for three months and you finally believed you found the source of your troubles, so you decided to check in.
You opened your cupboard and removed the panel to reveal the secure phone line, scanned your thumb, and picked it up. “Hello?” an unfamiliar voice said.
“Who is this? This line connects directly to Director Fury”
“Director Fury is dead.” In your shock, you didn’t realize anyone had entered your room until an object connected with the back of your head and you were knocked unconscious.
You came to with your hands tied to the ceiling and our feet hanging a few inches from the floor..
“Finally, you’re awake.” Bainbridge said. He was the agent that had welcomed you onto this ‘team’.
“You wouldn’t have had to wait if you hadn’t knocked me out. What do you want? I assume I’m not tied up because you have a liking for that kind of thing.” You snarked.
“You are very funny.” he said before punching you in the stomach. “You are not here to talk, you are here to answer my questions.”
“See, therein lies the problem.” you sassed “Answering your questions requires me to talk. Something tells me you’re not the brains of this operation.”
A punch to the face that sent your head flying back.
You felt a cut on your face open. Wait, is the ceiling cracking? You tugged a bit viciously at your restraints and saw a few hairline cracks appear. I can work with this
“It’s Avery isn’t it? Or maybe Phillips? It could be either o.ne, really. Everyone’s smarter than you.”
Another gut punch.
“Oh sweetheart, it’s all of us. But Sitwell’s the one who told us to cross you off in particular.” Bainbridge said, walking over to a table to pick up a knife. “Now you’re gonna tell me how much you know.” He said moving towards you, then paused. “Why are you smiling?”
You gave him a grin full of malice. “You called me sweetheart.”
You kicked him in the crotch and he doubled over in pain. You put your feet on his shoulders and jumped to get the momentum you needed. The force of your fall was enough to break the piece of ceiling you’d been tied to.
When your feet hit the ground, Bainbridge tackled you. It was a struggle to get out of his hold with your hands tied but you managed to get a grasp on the knife and plunge it into his chest. He went slack and you rolled him off of you.
You heard the doorknob jiggle and you rushed to stand by the doorframe. Avery walked in and, before she had a chance to react, you vaulted onto her back, looped the rope that was still tied to your wrists around her throat, and tightened your grip. She slammed you back into the wall, but you held on.
“Shhh. It’ll be over quick”,you whispered,“ Just go to sleep.”
You felt her body relax so you let her drop and removed the gun from her holster. Two down, where are you Phillips?
You gingerly stepped into the hallway and rounded a corner. Phillips surprised you, pulled you back against his chest with his baton pressed to your airway ,and spoke against your ear.
“Sitwell didn’t say you’d be this tough.”
“Then I guess now you’ll why I got the name Nightshade.” you managed to get out before taking a knee, flipping Phillips over your shoulder, and putting a bullet between his eyes.
After cleaning up and removing your restraints, you gathered your weapons and headed out the door. You’d just started your car when your phone received an alert.
CAPTAIN AMERICA: WANTED FUGITIVE
You gave a heavy sigh. “Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me.”
It took some time, but you finally found Steve and Natasha. They’d been in the company of a man named Sam Wilson. Let’s just say you did some digging.
You tried calling Steve’s phone, but it went to voicemail, as expected. However, with Nat, it rang once before she answered.
“Shade? Are you okay?” she asked.
“I will be as long as you don’t shoot me.”
“What does that mean?”
She got her answer when you walked onto the roof of the nondescript, four-story building they were in.
“Now, who are we stalking?”
“Thank God you’re alright.” Steve said, walking towards you and extended an arm. You guessed as a means to hug you. But before he could, you grabbed the imposing arm, flipped Steve onto his back, and knelt on his chest.
“Don’t you ‘thank God! you’re alright’ me, Rogers. I should kick your ass.” You said.
“What did I do?!” He huffed.
“You ignored me for four months! You wouldn’t return my calls! And when everything went to hell you STILL didn’t answer! You could’ve died, you jerk!”
“You were undercover.” he tried to reason.
“That’s no excuse! If I bothered calling, I clearly wasn’t in that deep.”
“Shade, let him up and kill him later. We need to get Sitwell and we can’t miss Sam’s cue.” Nat said.
“Ugh, fine.”,you stood up and gave Steve a hand,“ but only because he’sthe one who put out a hit on my life.”
“What?” Steve questioned, shocked.
“You’d know if you’d ever answered the phone.” you said angrily, and turned to Nat.
“What are we up against?” you asked.
“HYDRA.” she replied.
“You’re joking. How deep does it go? Aside from Sitwell.”
“Probably all of top brass.”
“That’s…impossible. Next you’ll be telling me he’s HYDRA.” you said, pointing at Steve.
Nat shrugged and you sighed before seeing the ‘sniper’ in her hand, causing you to crack a smile.
“Can I at least hold the laser pointer?”
“Nope”, Nat said popping the ‘p’ “I already rock-paper-scissored for it.”
You were on the roof when Sitwell gave up the needed information, but you were busy relishing the one punch you got in before Steve stopped you and then it was time to move.
You all were in the car on the way to stop Project Insight.
“Hydra doesn’t like leaks.” Sitwell said.
“Yeah, well why don’t you try sticking a cork in it.” Sam inserted.
“I could always hit him again.” you suggested.
“Shade.” Steve said with a hint of warning in his voice.
“I still don’t understand why I have to sit next to him.” you remarked.
“Because you got to hold the laser pointer.” Nat said.
“Excuse me? That was you, and yougot to kick him off the building.” you shot back.
“I will turn this car around!” Sam shouted from the front.
“And go where?”,you sassed,“ This thing launches in 16 hours we’re already cutting it close don’t you think?”
Steve gave you a pointed look. “Now is not the time. And we’ll just have to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly.”
“What?”, Sitwell interjected,“Are you crazy? That is a terrible, terrible idea.”
You were so close to just snapping his neck when there was a thud on the roof and a hand that appeared to be metal broke through the window,grabbed Sitwell, and tossed him into oncoming traffic.
Nat stopped to think before vaulting into the passenger seat and straight into Steve’s lap to move him and Sam out of the way of what would have been some very clean head shots.
Sam slammed on the breaks and the man went flying from the roof and onto the road.
You couldn’t help but be impressed, and slightly worried. Okay, a lot worried. Nat managed to retrieve her gun from the floorboard and was about to shoot when an armored vehicle rear-ended you and pushed the four of you towards the stoic soldier.
When you got close enough, he leaped onto the car and clung to the roof. Suddenly, his metal arm came crashing through the windshield to rip out the steering wheel.
“Well that’s just lovely.” you grumbled.
Steve hauled you into the front seat said a quick ‘hang on’ and broke off the passenger side door. You still have no idea how the four of you managed to fit on that door.
You just knew that if you four could do it, Jack most definitely could’ve survived the Titanic.
The door stopped sliding and you and Nat ducked behind a car to avoid the gunfire. “Divide and conquer?” you asked.
“Just like old times.” she confirmed.
You swiftly moved across the lanes of traffic while evading bullets, dove off the overpass, rappelled down the side, and tried to clear people from the area before setting up a voice playback next to one car and hid behind the opposite vehicle. It wasn’t long before the soldier came in your direction. Nat’s hand-off was going perfectly.
When the car exploded, you kicked the gun out of his hands, leaped onto his soldiers, and attempted to wrap a cord around his neck. But he grabbed you and threw you from his neck, slamming you into a mustang before you fell to the ground.
You raised your head and made the mistake of looking him in the eyes. They were somewhat unsettling and stopped you in your tracks, but you were forced back into motion when he picked up his gun. He was about to shoot when you threw a taser disk and temporarily disabled his metal arm, giving you time to make a hasty exit.
You didn’t get far when a bullet pierced your left shoulder and you dropped to the floor.
You frantically started checking your surroundings for the Soldier and then he hopped on to the hood of a car on the other side of the street.
Your heart was pounding, but despite the fact that you were probably gonna die, all you could think about were your potential killer’s eyes. You’d finally figured out what was wrong with them.
Summary: Jimin is the sweetest, nicest, fluffiest and smiliest person of the face of the planet, why wouldn’t you want to hug him?
It was a no-brainer, really.
At least, Taehyung thought so. Jimin was the sweetest, nicest, cutest, fluffiest and smiliest person on the face of the planet, why wouldn’t you want to hug him?
“I’m pretty sure ‘smiliest’ is not a word, hyung.”
Taehyung just looked at the maknae like he had said something incredibly stupid.
Jungkook stared back like Taehyung was the stupid one who couldn’t even grasp the simplest rules of grammar. “Well, it’s not.”
“Well, you asked why I kept hugging Jimin today and that’s the answer.”
“No, you said why Jimin is huggable, not why you kept hugging him.”
Taehyung didn’t understand the difference. Did there need to be a difference? Couldn’t someone look huggable and that was why you hugged him? Why did there always have to be specifics with Jungkook? Seriously!
Plot: y/n moved to Omaha and met the boys. Johnson soon becomes y/n’s best friend but one thing that is still not perfect is her friendship with Nate.
(btw this was requested!!)
I had never thought that I would actually move out of my house, ever. Now that it happened it feels so surreal. I have now been living in Omaha for 6 months and met so many amazing people in which are I included the guys I met; Swazz, Nate, Sammy, Johnson and Gilinsky.
I love each and every one of them expect one. I don’t want to hate him but I do because of his attitude. it’s Nate. I don’t know what I’ve done to him. When I first met him all he would to was stare at me and then when I tried talking to him he would be rude to me.
Now I just simply ignore him and when I absolutely have to talk to him, I show attitude to which he always sarcastically responds or is rude. I try not to show how much it hurts since he’s the one I’ve always found the most cute out of all of them. I can’t really do anything about except move on.
Right now we were at Johnson’s house getting ready to watch a movie. I was making popcorn. While waiting, Nate came in and he just looked at me for a second and then went towards the fridge to get whatever. I don’t know where the sudden courage came from but I felt like asking him what is deal was so that’s what I did.
“What’s your deal?” I crossed my arms.
“What do you mean?” He wasn’t even paying attention.
“Why are you so damn rude with me? I never did anything to you.”
“Maybe because I don’t like you. Simple. You’re just annoying.” He responded before rolling his eyes.
I had to admit that hurt so I turned away and said nothing. He took that as cue to leave.
Once the popcorn was done I took it out of the microwave. I started pouring it in the bowl. I didn’t even feel like watching the movie anymore.
I went into the living room and put the bowl on the table and started going towards my room when I heard someone get up. It was obviously Johnson. Ever since I moved here, he’s always been the most protective of me and I’ve always shared my problems and joy with him no matter what it was.
Right when I sat down on my bed the door opened again.
“What’s wrong Y/N?” he asked after siting on my bed.
“Nothing. I just don’t feel like watching the movie.” I wanted him to enjoy the movie not worry about me right now. I could always tell him later.
“Y/N…” he stared at me while crossing his arms. I sighed before telling him what happened with Nate in the kitchen.
“Why does he hate me so much?” I asked hoping for an answer.
“I wish I knew. Come here.” I went to him and hugged him. That’s all I needed to make me feel better. I stayed in his arms a little longer with my eyes closed but my eyes opened when I heard the door move. It was Nate. Once he saw me hugging Johnson he rolled his eyes. I did the same before pulling away.
“What?” I said to him.
“Johnson are you coming to watch the movie?” he ignored me. Jerkface.
“I’ll be there soon.” he nodded to him and he left after flicking his eyes to me for a second.
“You saw?” I said to Johnson once he left. “The way he stares at me. It’s like he wants to kill me.”
The only response I got was Johnson lying on my bed laughing his ass off.
“Ugh! I’m serious.” I crossed my arms.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry but that was funny.”
Once I had ‘calmed down’. We went downstairs and I noticed ‘he’ wasn’t there. Where did he go? As much as I hated him, I was too nice to not care about him, even if it was a little bit. I was about to ask someone but Johnson beat me to it.
“He just left, like right now. I don’t know why.” said Swazz.
“I’ll be right back.” I needed to talk to him. I had to find out tonight why he hated me so damn much and I would not let him get away with his cheap insults. I ran towards the door and went out looking both sides. He couldn’t have taken the car since all the boys came together.
I walked to the left and went a bit further. That’s when I saw him walking with his hands in pocket.
I quickly walked towards him.
“Nate.” he turned around but put on a boring expression once he saw me and kept walking.
“Honestly, I want to know. What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so much?” I was anticipating his answer but also didn’t want to hear it.
“I told you. You’re annoying, didn’t you get the message earlier?”
“That’s not a valid answer. I need a real answer. Stop being a bitch and tell me.”
I pulled him back by his arm and turned him towards me.
“Fine, you wanna know?” I nodded.
“You’re blind as fuck. Don’t you see it? You’re out there flirting with Johnson and spending all your time with him and laughing with him. That hurts me. I fucking like you and have since day one but you never took the time to notice it. I’ve been staring at you and giving you hints but all you did was ignore them. Do you know how much that hurt me?” he held both my arms and looked into my eyes. I wanted to cry. How could I have been this blind.
“You are with Johnson so it doesn’t matter anymore.” He looked down before letting my arms go and walking away.
“Nate.” I shouted once I came back to my senses. How could he assume all that?
“I’m not dating Jack. We’re just friends. How could you even think that. He’s like my brother.” I didn’t even have to energy to scream but thankfully that made him turn around.
I walked towards him and did what I thought would be the best thing, I kissed him.
A/N: I hope you liked it and thank you for reading! :) and it’s not proof read lol I was lazy
First off, the car wash thing. That was amazing. Second, I wish you'd write a fic with Genie Eren and Wisher Levi.
“WHO HAS SUMMONED ME?” boomed the loud voice.
Levi was so startled, he nearly dropped the vase he had been polishing.
“SPEAK MORTAL AND KNOW YOUR FATE,” said the shirtless giant standing over Levi. “I AM EREN THE JINNI.”
Levi could only gape.
“YOU HAVE OPENED MY LAMP AND NOW MUST–”
“That’s a lamp?” Levi asked. “I was going to put dried flowers in it.”
“Yes it’s obviously a lamp, what did–hold on, don’t interrupt me!–YOU HAVE OPENED MY LAMP AND NOW MORTAL, I WILL GIVE YOU A CHOICE. CHOOSE NOW THE MANNER OF YOUR DEATH.”
“Wait, I thought genies were supposed to grant you wishes.”
“That’s actually a common misconception, we Jinn are spirits, some are benevolent, some are not, some are mischief makers, etcetera. Me, personally, I was bound to this oil lamp by the Seal of Solomon. So…CHOOSE THE MANNER OF YOUR DEATH!”
“Wait what?” Levi asked. “You can’t just shout at me without giving me specifics.”
“Oh, oh sorry,” said Eren scratching the back of his neck. “When they first put me in I was all, ‘Okay, I’ll just chill here.’ And I determined to reward whoever opened it with a bountiful life, but then no one opened me up! So here I am stuck in this stupid lamp, just waiting, full of optimism and no one bothers so then I thought, new century, new me. Whoever opens it will be granted ridiculous amounts of wealth, because I can do that you know. I’m still optimistic, thinking someone has got to want to open me, but nooo. Another century goes by and I start getting pissed, I’m not exactly a patient Jinni, you know, and so I determined I’ll kill whoever opens me, but since I am so kind I thought I’d give you a choice!”
“So…I get to wish how I want to die?” Levi asked.
“YES MORTAL!” Eren boomed again, looking very pleased with himself.
“Can you…can you not be so large? It’s hurting my neck looking up at you.”
Eren shrank down several feet until he was normal human height, but still taller than Levi and covering his bare chest with his forearms trying to look large and imposing.
“CHOOSE NOW MORTAL OR I MAY BECOME IMPATIENT,” Eren growled after a few minutes.
“I choose…” Levi said, hand to his chin in thought. “To die of old age in my bed at age 100.”
“What? You can’t do that–damnit! Not again! How does everyone know to say that!!!” Eren the Jinni stomped his feet. “Well I refuse! Choose something else!”
“…No,” Levi said and the Jinni raged.
“Then I’ll cut off your head,” Eren said, pulling a sword from out of nowhere.
“You were stuck in this lamp for three centuries?” Levi asked, ignoring the sword.
“Well, it was a little longer than that, I kindof lost track of time once I made the decision to kill whoever opened me.”
“I mean, it’s so tiny in here and you’re so large.”
“We Jinn are not bound to a mortal body!” Eren said, laughing at Levi’s small frame.
“I mean, it just doesn’t make sense how you were stuck in here, no wonder you’re so angry.”
“No, see, ugh, let me show you,” Eren said shrinking down to a very small size and hopping in his lamp. “See? We are–damnit.”
Levi clapped the Seal over Eren, trapping him in.
“Ha,” Levi laughed. “Idiot.”
Two months later.
“WHO HAS SUMMONED ME–oh, it’s you again…you know I’m still really mad at you for tricking me earlier and still very interested in chopping off heads so this wasn’t your brightest move.”
“It was dusty,” Levi explained in embarrassment, hiding his duster behind his back.
“Well, starting thinking about where you want me to cut you in two mortal,” Eren said thumbing over a blade.
“Or…we could just hang out and watch tv,” Levi suggested. “TVLand has an I Dream of Jeanie marathon.”
“Oh…okay then. VERY WELL MORTAL.”
“It’s Levi,” Levi said, still polishing the lamp and heading for the tv room.
“VERY WELL MORTAL NAMED LEVI,” Eren boomed, sitting down on the couch cushions and looking happier than he had in centuries.
Part 8 is here! It’s time for the banquet! I’m excited. Are you?
Description: Reader is hurt in a fight, and she is taken into S.H.I.E.L.D for her injuries, and ends up being there longer than expected, gaining new friends and falling for a certain speedster.
Warnings: Swearing, Violence.
“Wanda, I’m excited for you.” You say, zipping up her dress for her. “You and Vision will be the weirdest and cutest alien thingy couple at the party.”
“Can you leave me alone, please? I like him a lot!” Wanda hides her smile as see puts on some rings.
“I’m being serious! I’m happy for you two! Vision is really nice, I’m sure that you’ll have a great time.” You say, combing out her hair so that it could be curled.
“So do you plan on mindlessly flirting with my brother the entire party?” Wanda asks.
You blush. “What? No… I’ll probably just drink the night away or something…”
“Really? Because he was looking forward to your dance.” Wanda eyes you in the reflection of the mirror you both were stood in front of.
“He was?” You don’t bring your eyes to meet hers, instead focusing on her hair.
She chuckles. “You are such a dork, (Y/N). Can you just date him already? I won’t be mad!”
“Wanda, I swear to God.” You say, flicking her on the arm.
“That’s what you get. Now let me make you extra pretty.” You pick up a chunk of her hair, and wrap it around the curling wand.
Pietro enters the room around 5 minutes before Vision was planned to ‘pick Wanda up’, which was basically just him collecting her from her room and walking down to where the party would be held.
“(Y/N), you’re going to have to be my wife.” He says.
“A little forward, don’t you think?” You ask, tilting your head.
“We have to greet Vision at the door as Wanda’s parents.” He tells you, swinging an arm around your shoulders. “That only happens in your dreams, I’m afraid.” He pinches your cheek.
You give him a look. Just minutes later, there was a gentle knock at the door. Pietro locks arms with you, and you both march to the door, almost pushing Wanda out of the way. Your ‘husband’ opens the door, seeing Vision in a sharp suit, holding a white rose.
“Hi there! You must be the lucky guy!” You say, in a very cliche suburban mom voice. Vision looks confused as you reach your hand out to shake. He complies cautiously.
“I suppose I am.” He says.
“I can’t believe my daughter is going on a date!” You say, putting your hands over your heart.
“Me as well!” Pietro tightens his tie.
“I’m sorry! Excuse my rudeness, I am Wanda’s mom! But you probably wouldn’t have guessed that, the years have been so kind to me!” You say, holding a hand vertically next to your mouth as if you were telling a secret.
“And I am her father. My wife and I hope you will treat our darling well.” Pietro’s voice sounding deeper and more British than Sokovian.
“There will be no problem there!” Vision says with a smile, beginning to play along.
“Good, then we’ll have her come right out!” You grin. “Wanda, honey, your date is here!” You lean back into the room.
“Oh great. Thank you mom and dad.” She speaks sarcastically as she pushes through to Vision.
“What time will you have her home?” Pietro asks.
“Before midnight, I suppose.” Vision answers.
“Good good good.” Pietro nods. “Then you’d better head out now! Now if you excuse me, my wife and I are going to have some alone time.” Pietro plays, putting an arm around your waist.
“Oh God. Can I come on the date too?” You ask the couple as he pulls you into the room, meowing before closing the door. “I hope you were joking, because I am not having sex with you.” You smile.
“Relax, of course I was joking, you weirdo.” Pietro flicks you.
Your grin expands. “Anyway, so how long do we give it until we start walking down after them?”
“Waiting. Gross.” He grunts, swooping you up and racing the two of you down to the banquet.
“Alright, Speedy, you go find yourself some middle-aged women to hit on. I’m gonna go chat with people I care about.” You send Pietro off, immediately getting yourself a glass of wine, and heading over to where you see Steve, Tony, and who appears to be Thor.
“Ayyye! (Y/N)!” Tony throws an arm around your shoulders. You can tell that he’s had a bit of a head start at the bar compared to some of the others.
“There she is!” Cap smiles at you.
“Looking for me, were you, Captain America?” You tease.
“Actually I wanted to see if you’d like to dance.” He tells you.
“Yeah, sure. But first, who’s the guy with the pony tail?” You gesture to him.
“You must be ‘The’ Blue Jay.” He reaches out a firm hand.
You shake it, smiling politely. “I assume you are ‘The’ Thor, then?”
“Indeed I am. Welcome to the team.”
“Why thank you, Thor of Asgard.” You say formally.
Cap takes you over to the dance floor, where the two of you dance to a song of about medium speed.
“So what made you so eager to dance, Steve?” You ask, his hands on your hips as the two of you sway to the music.
“I’m doing you a solid.” He replies.
“Sorry to burst your bubble Steve, but your dance moves aren’t cool enough to be used in place of favors.” You say.
“No, doofus. I’m getting you a date.” He says although it was already obvious.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about Pietro. If Wanda and Vision can get together, you sure as hell can open up your eyes and tell him you like him.” He tells you sternly.
“Cap, this is ridicu-”
“No. come on. You’re gonna dance with me to make Pietro jealous whether you like it or not!” He laughs. “He’s looking, I can see him at ten o’ clock.” Steve pulls you closer. “Laugh at something I said.”
“Steve, I’m not-”
“Do it or I’ll kiss you.”
You let out a laugh loud enough for Pietro to hear. “What’s next?” You ask, trying harshly to avoid the consequences.
“Lean in and act like you’re saying something in my ear.”
You follow orders. “What does he look like?”
“Like he might scalp me.” He says.
You both continue to sway, periodically doing things like a twirl, or even a dip. You did this for about three songs until it seemed as if Pietro had enough.
He approached right before Steve could claim you for a fourth song. “Have you forgotten about our dance?” He asked.
“Oh, never! I would be honored to dance with you!” You say, throwing your arms around his neck.
He slips his hands onto your hips. “I was thinking you and the captain would never break apart. You look so beautiful tonight, I didn’t really blame him.” Pietro said sweetly.
“Thank you Pietro, but I’m not the only one looking good tonight. I bet that you could get any girl you wanted in this building.” You compliment him, but he seems to be in a different place.
“I am sorry, what did you say?” He looks back to you.
“Nothing, just this asshole keeps looking at you, it’s creepy.” He looks behind you.
“Really? Lets turn so I can see him.” You both sway until you’ve basically switched places.
“It’s the guy with the black hair in back.” He informs you. The man eyes you intensely. “I would tell you what he was doing before but you might just kill him right here.”
“No, tell me.” You insist.
Pietro sighs angrily. “Well, he was pointing you out to his friends, and a couple of… hand gestures… were exchanged…”
“I’m going to stab that guy in the eye with a fork.” You try and break away from Pietro.
“No, don’t! I was going to do it too, but Tony might kill us first.”
“Well, we have to do something. He is literally still looking at me. Ugh, gross.” You pull closer to Pietro, trying to block the man from seeing you. He still caught sight of you, nearly drooling.
“Let’s just turn again. We’ll ignore him.” You do as Pietro suggests, and not long after, Pietro comments. “He’s looking at your ass.”
“That’s it. If he’s gonna look, he might as well do it from hell,” You grunt.
Pietro pulls you even closer, so that your bodies just barely touch. “No, we can’t!”
“Fine! Then lets make it clear I’m not interested. Dip me in.. 3.. 2…1.. Now!” Pietro leans you forward, bringing you back up, letting your cheek brush his. Your skin covers in goosebumps. You try and distract yourself. “What’s he doing now?”
“Oh my god.”
“What? Is he doing another gesture? I’m just going to punch him if he’s doing a gesture.” You fill with rage.
“This guy doesn’t understand boundaries! He’s walking over here!” Pietro panics.
“What??” You whisper-scream. “We have to do something, quick! Is he coming?”
“Yes! He is only like, five feet away!” He stresses.
An alarm sounds in your brain, and with no other options, you press your lips onto Pietro’s roughly, your hands tangling into his hair. He kisses you back, and as you disconnect, biting onto your bottom lip. You both stand, aimlessly looking at each other.
Pietro scratches the back of his neck. “So that guy, he- um, went so where else now… so uh-”
You snicker, dragging him back so that your foreheads touch. “Shut up and kiss me.” You whisper.
Does anyone else have the problem where your not skinny but your not overweight, your just a little bit chubby, or a bit out of shape, so anytime you say you want to lose a bit of weight or build so muscle people are always like “what no you’re FINE” or “NO YOU’RE NOT FAT WHY DO YOU NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT???? ITS WHATS ON THE INSIDE THAT COUNTS” ugh, I know all the things but I also want to look like I could kill a man, ya feel?