when he just knows how he feels for her

Twinkies

Peter Maximoff x Reader 

Implied Warren x Kurt

Warnings: None 

Well this is tiny & kinda ridiculous, there isn’t even any smut! But luckily @nerdimagines & @gyrosbizarreadventure have somehow convinced me to post it, not delete it! @mysaria @gingerpeters @edwxrdmott and because this is sfw I can finally tag @mactaggertmoira & @whiplashed-maximoff


“Hey Jean, did you see where Peter went?” You ask your friend whilst looking around for the usual flash of sliver. “No” she replies, “but he seems a little unsettled, is there something going on between you two?” You laugh quietly to yourself “No, well I don’t think so, I wish there was but, well, you know how I feel about him.”

You sigh and sit down next to her. “I just feel like I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to him, but I know I miss him when he leaves the room.” She smiles at you with her knowing smile and you wonder how someone so young copes with so much wisdom, before replying “I did notice he only became antsy when you started talking to Warren.” You laugh in shock “Really! I mean Warren’s hot but totally not my type, plus the way he was looking a Kurt, I don’t think I’m his type either.”

Jean chuckles at your comment “nice to know I’m not the only one who noticed that! Now what are you going to do about Peter?” You take a deep breath and get up decisively from your chair. “I’m going to find him, this instant, and make sure he knows how I feel.”


You spend the next three days getting more and more frustrated at trying to track Peter down. Whenever you find him, he’s gone in an instant. You normally love his speed but right now it’s driving you crazy!

Jean comes over to find you, “so, I’m guessing you need a new plan?” You shake your head “well I’ve got something, but it’s pretty crazy and I’m going to need a lot of Twinkies.”


Peter wanders down the halls of the school looking out for you, feeling sure Warren would have made his move on you by now. Still unable to resist speeding in every now and then to check on you.

He turns a corner and spots a Twinkie in the middle of the corridor in front of him. There’s no one about so he picks it up, the wrapper crinkling between his quick fingers, and can’t resist opening it and devouring it instantly.

He keeps walking and notices three more Twinkies leading him round the next corner. Again he picks each one up putting two in his pockets and eating the third. As he turns the corner, he sees the trail of Twinkies continuing until they stop just outside your open door.

He gathers them all up in his arms and walks into your room. “Um, hey, are you in here, did you do this?” You shut the door behind him, you’ve obviously been waiting behind it for him. “ What’s with all the Twinkies?” He starts to ask before dropping them all in shock as he looks at you standing in front of him in your most seductive lingerie and highest heels.

You smile at him and he starts to make sounds that could never be interpreted as speech. You press your finger to his lips to quiet him. “I know you’ve been avoiding me and I just wanted to make it obvious how I feel about you. Warren is my friend and nothing more. All I want is you Pete.”

He stands motionless in front of you clearly not quite believing what’s happening. You hold your breath nervously waiting for him to move, you’ve never known him to stand still for so long. “Listen, Pete, if I’ve misunderstood, please tell me, I…” He cuts you off, his warm lips pressing chastely to your own. “Of course I want to be with you I’m just surprised by your, um, method, that’s all. I honestly though I was too late, I usually am when something really matters to me. But I care about you so can we do this properly.“

You smile at his honest words, slightly embarrassed by your boldness. “Of course, let me find, um, some clothes and we can go get some food.” You grab your favourite dress, grateful you always knew where it was, before grabbing your purse. You take his hand in yours and he leads you to dinner.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Your blog is so great! I love to read it very much. Can I request: MC's new boss is sexualy harassing her. She can't leave her job, because it's very important to her, but don't know what to do and is afraid to ask help of RFA + V + Saeran?

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TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONINGS OF ABUSE AND SEXUAL HARASSMENT

RFA + V and Saeran react to MC being sexualy harassed by her boss

Zen

  • You came back from work feeling like shit, even if he was tired himself, he always knew when something was off with you.
  • “How was work, babe?” “Meh, just normal… I’m going to sleep now, ok?” hmmm, not even a smile? Yes, something was definitely wrong
  • He would let you take your time,  so he went to shower, ate something and only then he went to the bedroom
  • Only to find you sobbing from crying, he ran to you. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Zen, you’re so right… all men are wolves, all men… are…” “Hey, hey… why are you saying that now, MC?”
  • You told him about the new boss, the way he trapped you at your desk when nobody was looking… the way he looked at you, you never felt so ashamed of your own body like you were then… “You’re right, Zen, you’re right! I’m too nice to men, right? I’m the problem, they think I’m sending theses… signs and…”
  • “MC, what are you saying? This isn’t your fault at all! Don’t this to yourself… I… I don’t really think you’re too nice to everybody, you’re just… you, and if people take it on the wrong way, they’re the problem. Your boss is a fucking problem! So where do I find him to fix this problem?”
  • “Oh… oh no, Zen, please. Let’s calm down, I… he’s my superior and I don’t want to lose my job, I like my job, Zen!” “MC, I’m sorry, but I won’t let this happen. What if he does again? With you or with some of your colleagues?” he was right, today was you, who could it be tomorrow? “Okay… what do you suggest?” “I have something in mind, but you’ll have to be brave for this!”
  • Your boyfriend, having women like the biggest part of his fanbase, announced a campain on his Tripter account, asking his fans to write on a paper all the abusive and objectifying things they heard from bosses or male co-workers and post a photo, the hashtag made a huge success and he posted on his own account a photo  of you holding your own paper with what you heard.
  • His fans, being the stalkers they are, soon find out where you worked, they gave bad reviews to the company all over social media and threat boycotting the company, they would take the bad reviews once the guy was fired. And that was exactly what happened.
  • You had no idea his fans could be so supportive to you, and you made sure to thank all of them through a video he also posted. “Zen is an awesome person who wants to make all the women in his life acknowledge their own strength.  Thank you all so much!”

Yoosung

  • He was aware of this new boss being a douch, you would always trash talk the guy when you’d come home.
  • But it was mainly things related to work. But then he heard this: “And you should hear what he talked about my skirt, Yoosung! Really…” “What did he say about your skirt, MC?”
  • “Hum? Oh, something like ‘you keep coming dressed like that and I won’t take responsibility on what I’m going to do with you, foxy’ ugh… such a douch, right?”
  • Douch wasn’t really the word he was thinking, and your bluntness about that was… pretty concerning. “MC, we had a seminar at college about sexual harassment last month, you do realize that what he did to you is a crime, right?”
  • You sighed deeply. “Yes, I’m aware of it. But what can I do? He’s my boss! You know what happens with girls that make a report? They lose their job, some bosses are bad enough to make sure they never find a job on similar companies… it’s fucked up as it is, there’s nothing I can do except trying to be away, and I swear I’m trying, okay? Don’t worry!”
  • But he did worry. How could he not? You wouldn’t be able to keep the guy away forever and… oh, he didn’t even dare to imagine that, just thinking about it made his blood boil.
  • Hell hath no fury like a Yoosung protecting MC! He had to make sure you wouldn’t suffer any retaliation, so he send anonymous reports to the HR’s company telling he knew there was a potential rapist working there, and if they didn’t something about it, he would go to the press.
  • When they apparently didn’t take it seriously, he sent what he knew to some shitty tabloid, who actually accused the guy directly of being a rapist. It didn’t have any credibility, but having the company’s name associated to such a low publication like that… there is such a thing like bad publicity, indeed!
  • The guy was fired after all, Yoosung never told you that he was the responsible for it, and you never told him you knew he did that. It wasn’t really necessary keep talking about this when you’re too busy being happy.

Jaehee

  • She’s a woman too, she knows how to recognize the signs of a girl uncomfortable over something like this
  • The shame after being cat called on the street, the concerning about wearing some clothes thinking how they can be used as an excuse if something happens to you, the embarrassment, the guilty… even if it’s not your fault?
  • Jumin Han had a lot of problems about boundaries when she used to work for him, but he was always respectful and intimidating enough not to let anybody even try something with her, who knew one day she would feel bad that you hadn’t the same luck as her?
  • But you have someone even better! An amazing girlfriend who happens to be a black belt in judo and can teach you some personal defense techniques!
  • And if it wasn’t enough, maybe you should consider changing jobs? “But, Jaehee… what if I’m not good at anything else? At least I’m kinda successful there, I don’t know if I’m good enough to… start all over again…”
  • “And do you think I was 100% sure about leaving C & R and starting my own business? Of course I wasn’t, MC! But I had to take the risk…”
  • “I don’t know if I’m brave as you are, Jaehee…” “Well, a very wise woman told me once that it’s not about money, you have to pursue happiness.” “She sounds kinda naïve…” she giggled “You said that, MC!” “Oh, right… yeah, I’m pretty naïve, maybe that’s why this guy keeps coming to me…”
  • “Stop right there! It’s nothing about you, MC! This man is a jerk! And the way I see it, you are unhappy there, so get out! You’re smart, you’re talented, you will find something that suits you pretty soon.”
  • And a few weeks later, you were starting as a barista at her cafe. And you didn’t have a boss, you had a partner, how cool is that?
  • But you couldn’t stop worrying about other girls that worked there, so you made a formal complaint, endorsed by other women who worked there, most of them secretaries Jaehee kept contact with, she knew this could be useful eventually.

Jumin

  • You didn’t tell him, you were scared because you knew what kind of things he could do.
  • He would, idk, buy the company and make you president of it and the guy your secretary. Yes, this was exactly what he would do! And it would be so weird and senseless…
  • But you couldn’t control the gossip on his own company, he overheard some employees talking about that guy who used to work at C & R and got promoted at the company you were working.
  • He remembered the guy, he had to come to press telling C &R wouldn’t condone with women being disrespected and the guy was withdrawn for undetermined time, Jumin didn’t even know he quit during this time and was  already working somewhere.
  • He didn’t think nothing like this would ever happen to you, but he was curious and casually asked about it. “W-why do you ask?” your voice broke as soon as you opened your mouth.
  • “Nothing in particular… I was just curious, do you know him?” “Yeah, we’re at the same department.” “He is your co-worker, then?” “More like my boss…” Hmmm…
  • “MC, is there something I should know?” “N-no?” “MC…” how did he do that? He was collected and calm, his voice was monotone, he wasn’t doing anything rather than saying your name, yet you felt like he could see right through you…
  • “Jumin, I… I don’t want to talk about it…” you didn’t need to “As you wish, MC.”
  • The next day, you went to work and just saw the guy’s room empty. “Have you heard? He got fired and left the country. They say they found some things about him on his previous job at C & R…” one of your colleagues said, you definitely didn’t want to know what those things were.
  • Jumin made the HR department strict their criteria on hiring, he could never let a guy like this enter at his company again and treat the female employees like that. Oh, he did the same with the new company he bought, the one you worked (but no, he didn’t made you the president, much to your relief)

Saeyoung

  • You’ve been acting weird ever since you came back from work, you were quiet and he could swear he heard you crying in the shower, this was bad…
  • What could it be that bad that you wouldn’t even talk to him? He needed to know, he needed to help you!
  • He knew violating your privacy once more was wrong, but seeing you like this was breaking his heart, so he hacked your phone.
  • And what he found made him almost punch one of his precious computers, those gross texts from that guy along with a dick pic… that was awful!
  • And when he remembered this guy was the one you’ve been talking about, that weird dude who just got promoted. Saeyoung lost it!
  • “Don’t be mad at me, please, but I hacked into your phone and I saw the texts. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I… was afraid and ashamed, how would you react if I told you my boss sent me a photo of his dick?” “I would be pissed at him, not at you!” he hugged you and comforted you “I’ll make him pay!”
  • “No, Saeyoung, NO! I don’t want to lose my job!” “Hey, he won’t know it was you, don’t worry… we have to do something, MC, today it’s just a dick pic, tomorrow he can be much more direct, you know what I mean?” both of you were sick just to think about this…
  • So Saeyoung just sent the conversation to a person in a higher position than the guy, along with a threat: “If you don’t do something about this, I swear I’ll let everybody know about those contracts” and he sent a copy of what else he found.
  • Next day, the guy was fired, and you got his job. Saeyoung swore he had nothing to do with that and he had proof! He showed you the emails your superiors exchanged talking about how you should have been the one promoted at the first place.

Saeran

  • He knew something was off. You were acting as gloomy and distant a… well, himself.
  • He couldn’t ask you, he was afraid he might be invading your personal space or something like this.
  • But this was torturing him, you were coming from work sadder and sadder everyday.
  • So ironically, he invaded your personal space and followed you to work.
  • Only to find your boss touching your hair, his eyes rovering through your body, and what’s more agonizing: your uncomfortable expression.
  • He didn’t even think, he just caught himself over the guy punching him. “Saeran, stop it! Please!” you cried.
  • “Don’t you see she does not like it? Or you actually enjoy she’s not liking it, you fucking creep!?”
  • “Saeran…” your voice took him aback, he promised he would never let you see this side of him again, but just remembering your uncomfortable face made him see red… he tried to calm down.
  • “I’ll tell you what, asshole. If you don’t quit right now, I’ll make sure to erase this company from internet. I want to see what kind of business survives these days if they can’t be found on Google. Don’t think I won’t wreck this just like I did o your gross face!”
  • “Saeran, don’t do that…” “You are smart and competent enough to find another job wherever you please, MC. But I won’t let this guy stay in the same place with you, so It’s his choice…”
  • “Fuck this! You’re not even that hot, and your boyfriend is a freak! I’m out of this!” “Wise choice, and you’re half right on there, buddy. She is that hot, she is the hottest, actually, and yes, I’m a freak! A freak who will fucking whoop your ass if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!” the dude went away, letting a trail of blood from his face.
  • “I’m sorry if I scared you now, it’s just… I can’t stay still letting someone treat you like this. I hope you don’t lose your job because of me…” “I’ll be fine as long as I have you” and you hugged him, he was so relieved you could not see him blushing right now.

V

  • He overheard a conversation between you and probably one of your co-workers.
  • “Yes, he tried to make a move on me again! Yeah, I keep telling him I have a boyfriend, but he doesn’t care, he said he’s the boss and I got to do what he says! I… I don’t know, but I’m pretty scared right now…”
  • He’s so mad, but in front of you he just smiles bluntly. So you two keep at that, both of you know something is really wrong, and just keep smiling trying not to worry each other.
  • But he won’t stay still knowing something bad can happen to you anytime. However, he’s really smooth.
  • So when he stopped by your work to bring you lunch, everybody liked him, even your boss, who invited him to a drink at his office.
  • “You’re the only man in your department, I see…” “Yeah, but it’s not as great as it looks, most of these girls are ugly, and the only decent one is pretty dumb, but hey, these are the best type, right?”
  • “I wouldn’t know, I can’t really see.” “Oh, sorry, dude. But yeah, there’s a girl here who’s very hot, but she plays hard to get, you know? It’s only a matter of time, wait and see.”
  • “I already told you I can’t really see.” His voice was low. “But there’s something here you don’t really need eyes to see. That very hot girl is not into you and she has a boyfriend, and you are a sexist jerk who’ll step away from her and from any other girl who works here if you know what’s best for you.”
  • “Or what?” V moved fast, placing his cane against the guy’s balls “Or else I’ll destroy these, since they are the only thing that you can count on to feel superior. Don’t test me.” And he got out of the office, letting the guy squirm in pain.
  • You never knew what made the guy finally back away, but deep inside you knew it had something to do with that day. He never denied or confirmed either.
My Kind of MariChat
  • Chat and Marinette hanging out as friends and talking about their crush struggles with each other.
  • Chat not saying who he likes, because he knows that Mari is best friends with the Ladyblog girl and he can’t risk Ladybug finding out how he feels through the Internet. How tacky!
  • Mari not saying who she likes, because she’s afraid Chat will see her love for Adrien as just a celebrity crush. Also she has a tendency to malfunction when speaking his name aloud.
  • Chat giving Mari advice about how to calm her anxiety and be more confident when talking to her crush.
  • Mari giving Chat advice about how to come across as more genuine and less flirty when talking to his crush.
  • The two being 100% oblivious.
  • The two practicing on each other and totally NOT blushing  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • The two encouraging and pushing each other to ask their crush out.
  • The two making a pact to do so the very next day.
  • Mari going up to Adrien at school and remaining 50% calm as she asks him out for ice cream.
  • Adrien internally screaming because he didn’t realize Mari had a crush on HIM and now he feels like a jerk.
  • “OH, uh that sounds like it’d be a lot of fun, but I can’t eat ice cream… model diet, you know?”
  • Marinette trying to recover. “Oh, right. Well, uh…what about a movie?”
  • Marinette regretting her decision the moment he says “Look Marinette-”
  • Adrien trying. “You really are an incredible girl and it means a lot to me that you’d even ask. I just- I already have feelings for someone else.”
  • Marinette accidentally blurting out, “Who? Chloe?”
  • Adrien not knowing whether to laugh or gag. “No, no, no! She uh, she doesn’t go here. You wouldn’t know her.”
  • Marinette thinking that it’s probably some gorgeous model.
  • Marinette sending only one text to Alya instead of her usual 50.
  • “He likes someone else.”
  • An akumatized villain showing up at the absolute WORST time.
  • Chat Noir noticing that his lady is off her game for some reason.
  • Ladybug noticing that Chat is making fewer puns for some reason.
  • Chat pulling her away from the press after the battle.
  • “My lady, I need to tell you something… I love you.”
  • Marinette’s gut clenching because HOW did she not realize Chat had been talking about HER and then she’s reminded of Adrien’s rejection and she’s overwhelmed by hurt and confusion and guilt and-
  • BEEP BEEP go the earrings.
  • “Chat… this isn’t a good time. I- I have to go.” 
  • “Then meet me tonight on the Arc de Triomphe at 11 o’clock.”
  • Ladybug just nodding before she swings away.
  • Chat trying not to be discouraged.
  • Marinette checking her phone after she detransforms.
  • Alya: “Oh girl. I’m so sorry.”
  • Alya: “Are you okay?”
  • Alya: “I’m mandating an emergency sleepover tonight. Just you and me.”
  • Crap.
  • Marinette trying to “go to bed” early so that she can sneak out and meet with Chat.
  • Alya making her stay up because it’s a Friday night and “you promised me we’d watch Moulin Rouge”.
  • Chat somehow managing to set up a candlelit dinner on the Arc de Triomphe because he’s a hopeless romantic.
  • Chat pacing back and forth with droopy ears as it gets later and later.
  • Chat growing incredibly disheartened as he picks at the food and thinks about how he rejected Marinette only to be rejected by Ladybug.
  • Mari worrying about Chat and crying over Adrien.
  • Chat finally heading home around 1:00 AM but stopping when he sees Mari on her balcony. 
  • Mari feeling awful and tearing up when she sees Chat.
  • Chat feeling awful when he sees how upset Mari is.
  • The two hugging and crying and realizing how much they hate seeing the other hurting.
  • The two trying to comfort and encourage each other.
  • Mari telling Chat how funny and brave and kind he is.
  • Chat telling Mari how talented and beautiful and endearing she is.
  • Mari and Chat looking into each others eyes, each wondering if they’ve been pursuing the wrong person all along.
  • Chat leaning in slowly and kissing Mari.
  • Mari kissing back.
  • Alya opening the trapdoor and screaming.
  • The End (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
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​I really think Sasuke sent his messenger hawk to Sakura on purpose because he wanted her to give his letter to Naruto with him, like how couples attend a ceremony together and give their congratulations together. He knows Sakura will get lonely because he wasn’t around so it’s his way of making it up to her.

He could’ve just sent it to the Hokage Kakashi but he chose her instead. It shows that Sasuke thought about Sakura’s feelings even during his travels.

It took me a while to realize this but when I did I was like ASFDSHFJKSUKDSNVKLABVSAGVSKABDHB *FANGIRL SCREAM*

and look at Sasuke’s smile AAAAAAAAAAAHHH

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#can we talk about this scene for a hot second #can we talk about how soft it is #how careful william is with noora #he’s just like #you’re just having anxiety #like there’s nothing wrong with it he doesn’t make her feel ashamed or more stressed out #and then he carefully gets her to calm down #and when she’s fallen asleep he lays with her until he’s sure she’s completely calm and asleep #and then he kisses her forehead very softly to make sure she doesn’t wake up #and gets up to write the last of her essay that he knows is so important to her #while she sleeps for 15 hours straight #a prince

hello i am here with some even + kollektivet 

  • eskild putting on low music, singing off key and dancing around just for the sake of it. even laughing when he slips and almost falls trying to do a very elaborate dance move
    • if he’s feeling well enough, even joining in
    • holding hands and twirling each other around and singing duets together 
  • noora and even cooking together. noora telling him about potatoes and how good they are for you and even listening to her even though he already knows because he likes to hear her voice 
  • linn and even watching movies together, sharing a blanket and huddled up to keep warm
    • even playing with linn’s hair 
    • linn recommending movies even surprisingly hasn’t heard of before 
  • eskild telling even about Tiny isak and how he used to be like, making him laugh with crazy stories of his own
  • if even doesn’t feel like talking, the flatmates just being present and doing their own thing, humming quietly and not forcing anything because sometimes silence is what even needs 
  • just being there for him, not overbearing or stifling but supportive and kind, making him laugh, having conversations, reading to one another, cooking together
  • even being loved by the people that love isak most 
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The 10 Things Dally has never told anyone… 

1. He wishes that his parent’s loved him like parents were supposed to love their children.
2. His mother cared about drugs more than she ever cared about him. 
3. Dally knows that if there is a Hell, he has a first class ticket there… and he is okay with that. 
4. When Dally met the gang, Mrs Curtis would treat him like her own son, it was the first time he had felt what love was truly like. The night she died he cried, he sobbed his heart out until he fell asleep. He still hasn’t gotten over her loss.
5. He doesn’t “make love” he fucks until he cannot feel a thing… he doesn’t know how to love someone, and his not quite sure that he ever will. 
6.The only person he has ever truly cared about is Johnny, but God, he just didn’t know how to love the kid. 
7. He prays every single night before he goes to bed, hoping that God hasn’t lost faith in him yet. His prayers always go unanswered.
8. He was in his first real gang at the age of 10, at age 12 he watched his best friend get shot in the stomach, he held his friend in his arms until the police arrived. He was carted away to juvenile detention. 
9. His first night in Juvie was the hardest. He cried the whole time. 
10. It turns out he loved Johnny. And he couldn’t stand to live in a world where an innocence like that was stolen. So he decided to die too.

Okay but what if instead of Emily & Winston’s first meeting having Emily being all “holy shit, a talking Gorilla”, she actually deals with it super-gracefully, and Winston compliments her on it later and asked if she believed when Tracer warned her about him, only to find out that Tracer totally forgot to mention he was a gorilla (that’s just the kind of thing she does), but Emily didn’t freak out because she knows Tracer would never put her in harm’s way for any reason. If Winston was a friend of Tracer’s, he’s a friend of Emily’s, moon-gorilla or not.

And that’s how Emily becomes the first person outside of Overwatch Winston feels comfortable talking to and inviting over. And Tracer’s so ecstatic that her best friend and girlfriend get along that they get together most holidays or any other excuse they can get.

The reason Scott is crying when lydia says that she never said it back is because he knows how that feels. Allison told him she loved him moments before her death and he never got to say it back. He knows very well the pain Lydia feels

Unappreciated

Note: hi sweetie! i’m sorry this took a while! i hope you like it! i’m sorry it’s long. i love all feedback! feel free to leave a comment! ♥ .c

Request: Hiii :) I really enjoy your writing and I just wanted to ask if you could do a Bucky imagine where he doesn’t notice her and treats her badly, despite the fact that she does so much for him and he takes her for granted and he only realizes how much he needs her when she gets terribly hurt. Thank you so much 💖

Originally posted by buckybass



It all started when the super soldier moved into the tower. You couldn’t help but want to get to know him better, though you’ve heard a lot from people in the city streets and the News. But you knew he was more than a Hydra experiment, a brainwashed man who had no choice in the matter, he needed help and you wanted to make his life all the more better.

You were always extremely nice and it took a lot for someone to bring your spirits down, you wanted to help everyone be happy and be okay. Though you knew people needed time and space, they would always come to you for a shoulder to cry on.

Which is why you ended up being there for Bucky; you knew he needed that. You always welcomed him in the mornings with breakfast and a small note containing an uplifting quote. He wouldn’t say anything, he would just give you a tight lipped smile and shut his door in your face. You would shrug it off and tell yourself he wasn’t a morning person.


You were in the kitchen, bright and early, getting Bucky’s breakfast ready. It was nearing 8am and he usually gets up at this time, so you were hoping to get everything done on time. You decided to go with bacon, eggs, grits, and toast. You heard footsteps approaching as you were flipping over the fried eggs, having finished with the grits and bacon already.

You turned with a smile to see Steve and Sam groggily walking in, their pajamas wrinkled and their hair all crazy. “You still make Barnes breakfast?” Sam asked through a rather long yawn. You giggled and nodded. “Yeah, of course!” You said with a chipper attitude. Steve shoved his muscular body onto a stool at the kitchen island, resting his head on his hand.

You turned back to the food and finally got everything ready on a plate and a tray. “Y/N, you’ve done this for like 5 months.” Steve commented as you started to write down an uplifting quote. You shrugged and set the corner of the note under his cup of black coffee. “So?” You asked with a small smile. Steve sighed and shook his head.

Without another word, you slipped off your apron and headed to the elevator, humming as you made your way to Bucky’s room. You walked down the hallway and suddenly Bucky’s door opened, his body leaning against the door frame. You smiled and wiggled your finger at Bucky as he met your eyes. “Hey, Bucky! How’d you sleep?” You asked, walking over to him.

Bucky looked at the tray and nodded. “Fine. This all?” Bucky asked, pointing at the tray. It was a good bit of food you thought. “Oh, did-did you need more?” You asked, your eyebrows raised. Bucky’s eyes lingered on your face before he took the tray from you. “No, this is fine. See ya!” Bucky said before walking back into his room, leaving his door slightly cracked.

You bit your lip as you tapped your fingers against your thighs, slightly peeking into his room. He sat down at his desk and picked up the note you left. “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places. Ernest Hemingway.” Bucky mumbled. You smiled but it slightly faltered as you watched him scoff and crumble the note, throwing it away.

You sighed and walked away with a shrug, leaving Bucky to enjoy his meal.


You were in the laundry room now, having picked up Bucky’s basket of clean clothes. You picked up on doing his laundry after helping him clean up after a mission. He didn’t seem to mind, so you continued doing it. You tossed his clothes in the basket so you could fold them in his room.

With a smile, you skipped out of the room and bumped into the man himself. “Oof!” You huffed, stumbling back, thankfully having a good grip on the basket. Bucky caught your arm before you could fall and you giggled. “Sorry! I didn’t see you coming.” You said, a light blush dusting your cheeks. Bucky cleared his throat and looked down at the basket. “It’s all good. These done?” Bucky asked with a dull tone.

You nodded energetically. “Yep! I can fold them if you want.” You offered with a smile. Bucky shook his head. “I got it this time.” Bucky said as he took the basket from your hands. He turned and left, stalking off down the hallway. You watched after him, seeing his tense back muscles. Following after him, you rounded the corner just fast enough to run into the elevator.

Bucky moved a little away from you as if to give you more space. You smiled up at him. “I couldn’t help but notice you look a little tense.” You said softly, stepping towards Bucky. He looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “And?” He snapped, taking you aback. “Oh, um, well, I was just going to offer a back massage.” You said a little softer now.

And that’s how you ended up sitting butt on butt on top of Bucky, your hands digging into his back muscles. Groan after groan fell from his lips and you smiled. “Feeling better?” You asked, circling your thumbs into a tight knot just below his shoulder blade. Bucky made a grunting noise in response.

You continued for a few more minutes and rubbed in some soothing essential oils into his skin before climbing off of him. He sat up and stretched. “That was amazing, wow.” Bucky said, a small smile spreading on his lips. You capped your oils and smiled. “I’ll see you around.” Bucky said as he slipped his shirt back on.

You watched him leave his bedroom and you stood there awkwardly. Bucky never thanked you for things like this and it was starting to get to you. You do this to make him feel better and it clearly does that for him, but he never shows gratitude. Bucky just leaves and comes back for this special treatment.

A sigh fell from your lips and small hint of sadness started to hit you. You shook it off with a smile and left Bucky’s room to do some other things on your to-do list.


A few days had passed and you still do the same things for Bucky. You recently started to comfort him during the night when he has nightmares. It was hard to see him writhing around, screaming at the top of his lungs, begging for his life. You couldn’t help but…help him.

You rushed into Bucky’s room and saw his large body squirming around, broken screams and strangled cries coming from his mouth. It broke your heart to see him like this. You knelt on his bed and rested your hand on his shoulder. His skin was burning and sweaty as he thrashed around. “Bucky, it’s okay. Please, wake up!” You said softly, brushing his hair off of his sticky forehead.

It took a little coaxing but he shot up, almost knocking his head against yours. Bucky breathed heavily, his eyes searching for the danger he thought he was in. After seeing he was safe, he looked at you. Before you could ask if he was alright, he pulled you into his body. “Shh, you’re okay.” You whispered as he cried into your shoulder.

Bucky held onto you and you rubbed his head, your arms wrapped around him. “I promise you’re safe, Bucky.” You whispered soothingly. He hesitantly nodded and sighed into you. His arms held you closer as he continued to calm down. “That’s it.” You softly praised Bucky, his hands releasing their tight hold on your shirt.

You held him close and whispered soothing things in his ear, gently stroking his hair. Bucky clung to you, his breathing coming to a smooth rhythm. “Please, stay.” You barely heard Bucky mumble, his face nuzzled into your chest. “I will.” You whispered back, holding him tightly as you both fell asleep.


Bucky woke up with you draped across his chest, your breathing steady and soft, the little air coming from your nose tickling his skin. His heart fluttered as he stared at your face, peacefulness resting on your features. Bucky reached his hand to your face, outlining the curve of your jaw. The twitch of your lips made him feel something he’s never felt before. And boy did it scare him.

Bucky suddenly pulled out of your hold and stood out of his bed quickly, startling you out of your sleep. You groaned and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, sitting up in Bucky’s bed. “Bucky?” You asked, yawning into your hand. “Get out.” Bucky rasped, slipping on a clean shirt. His previous shirt was discarded on his floor from his body sweating him out.

You looked at him, concern all over your face. “What?” You questioned, moving his blankets off of you. Bucky was breathing heavily and he turned to you. “Why do you help me? Why do you do things for me?” Bucky asked, raking his hand through his hair. You smiled a little. “I just want you to-” “-to be happy? To get better?” Bucky finished your sentence. He scoffed and shook his head.

You stood to your feet and walked over to Bucky slowly. You reached out to hold his arm but he jerked it away, his eyes looking into yours. “Y/N, stop! Just go! I don’t need you!” Bucky yelled at your face, causing you to flinch. The wave of sadness hit you again, twice as much this time. You frowned and retracted your outreached hand, your fingers trembling.

Bucky turned his back to you and you backed away from him, leaving his room. What was wrong with him? What did you do? You thought helping him and showing kindness towards him would get him to open up to you. You didn’t know it was making things worse. He never thanked you for anything and you let it go, excusing his ungratefulness as just having a wall built up.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and went your room, locking yourself in there to get ready for the day. You sat on your balcony a little while later and looked out at the cloudy sky. The city below was busy as ever and you usually felt happy watching the people far below, but now, you didn’t feel it.

Your lip quivered the longer you thought about this morning. You just wanted to help him and make him look forward to something nice in the mornings and during the day. The quotes were to help him realize he’s not as weak and broken as he thinks.

A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts and you sighed, waking into your bedroom. You opened your door and saw Steve standing there in his suit. “Hey-wait, what’s wrong?” Steve asked quickly, seeing your watery eyes. You’ve never cried in front of the team, and you never did at all, really. It took a lot for you to get like this and Bucky did it so easily.

Steve stuck his shield to his back and held your shoulders. “Y/N, talk to me.” Steve pleaded, his blue eyes searching yours. You took a deep breath and swallowed thickly. “Bucky, he-he just got angry this morning. I-I heard him having a nightmare last night so I did what I do best and helped him. He shot out of bed and yelled for me to get out.” You explained, holding in the sob  that wanted to desperately escape.

You sniffled and Steve bent to give you a tight hug. “You’ve done so much for him, Y/N. He still needs time.“ Steve said quietly. You nodded, your arms around his neck. “He’s never shown any gratitude. I figured he just needed that shell to break.” You said, your voice shaking. Steve sighed and pulled away from you. “I’ll talk to him.” Steve said as his frown deepened.

You shook your head quickly, “No, don’t worry about it.” You sniffled again. “Is there a mission?” You asked as your eyes fell to his suit again. Steve slapped his hand against his forehead. “Shoot! Yeah, I need you for guard duty. Nat is coming along to gather information.” Steve explained as you listened closely.

After suiting up and pushing your thoughts about Bucky aside, you walked out of your room and gathered around the team in the common room.

“This should be really easy, you know what to do.” Tony said, speaking to Steve. The others wished you good luck, all except Bucky. He was off to the side, arms crossed and brows creased. He looked troubled, almost like he wanted to say something. You glanced over at him and his eyes met yours, only to flicker away.

You sighed and Nat walked over to you, linking her arm with yours. “Steve told me what happened. I need you to focus, okay?” Nat whispered, her eyes soft. You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. “I know.” You said softly.

Steve finished talking with Tony and you all set out on the mission. It took about 4 hours to get there and you had to walk down a wooded trail to get to the base. You were crouched down with Steve and Nat, guns aimed with silencers. “Ready.” Steve said, cocking his gun. You all had to take out the guards out front, so you readied your gun and aimed for any guard you laid eyes on.

You took them down in record time and slowly made your way to the base. Steve kicked in the door and you shot down a guard inside, watching his body instantly fall to the ground. “Okay, Nat you know what to do. I’m right beside you.“ Steve said, leaving you outside to keep watch.

You looked around, keeping your eyes focused and your gun ready. You could hear Steve and Natasha fighting throughout the base in your comm, grunts and hits coming from them. Still looking around the area, you noticed a small movement in the woods in front of you. Your heart jumped in your chest as you slowly held your gun up, scanning the area.

Steve grunted into your comm and you heard Nat yelling curse words. “Y/N! We need you in here!” Steve yelled, his shielding ricocheting off a wall, hitting a guard. Before you replied, you quickly scanned the area once more, hoping it was just an animal you saw rustling in the woods. “I’m coming.” You responded, retreating backwards and turning into the building.

As you walked down the hallways that was covered with dead bodies, you listened for your teammates. “Where are you guys?” You asked, stopping as you approached another hallway. “Take the stairs,we’re on the second floor,” Steve grunted loudly, “There’s a lot more guards than we thought!” Steve called out, gunshots ringing through your comm.

You quickly ran to the door that held the staircase behind it and made your way up, hoping you got there in time. You could hear Steve and Natasha yelling, their weapons going off. “Guys, I’m almost there!” You yelled, keeping a tight grip on your gun. You finally reached the top of the stairs and rounded to the second floor.

You immediately started shooting at any enemy you laid your eyes on. Steve was going to hand to hand with a guard, his shield stuck in the concrete wall. You quickly glanced at Natasha after shooting two more guards down. She used her signature move on one guard and round house kicked another, knocking them both out cold.

A guard to your left aimed his gun at you and you were able to shoot him first, the bullet piercing through his chest. “Nice!” Steve yelled, a smile on his face. He twisted the guards neck and sighed out, pulling his shield from the wall. Natasha finished off the guards around her and you looked around, seeing all of the lifeless bodies.

You wiped your brow and took a deep breath. “Okay, now that that’s over, there should be a vault in the room.” Natasha said, her boots clicking as she walked towards the door, moving around the bodies. 

Steve didn’t lie when he said there were a lot more than they thought. Nat kicked open the door, holding her gun up. “All clear.” She said into her comm. Steve joined her in the room, helping her open the safe.

Putting your gun in your holster, you crossed your arms, waiting for Steve and Nat to finish. A deep chuckle came from behind you, making your heart jump. You whipped around just in time to feel a bullet pierce through your abdomen. You gasped, looking down at the blood starting to pour out of you. “Y/N!” You heard Steve and Nat yell, Steve taking the guard down.

You fell to your knees and the two rushed over to you, Steve grasping hold of your body before you fell onto the floor. “Shit!” Nat yelled, holstering her gun. 

You were breathing heavily, though every breath you took made your body ache and the pain worsen. “St-Steve.” You winced, squeezing your eyes shut. Applying pressure to your wound, Steve rushed you out of the room.

Steve was yelling at Nat to call Bruce, to tell him you need him as soon as you land. “Y/N, you have to stay awake!” Steve yelled, shaking you lightly enough to make your eyes peel open. You felt Nat’s hand putting more pressure on your wound and looked down, your bodysuit a dark color from the blood. The pain was unbearable, the last thing you heard was Nat and Steve calling your name.


The jet landed and Steve carried you out, meeting Bruce on the roof with a gurney. “She-Bruce, please.” Steve sobbed as he looked down at your pale face. You looked lifeless, just like the enemies you had taken out. “I’ll take care of her.” Bruce assured Steve, quickly rolling your body away.

Nat took a deep breath as they walked into the elevator after Bruce had wheeled you inside and took it down to the medic room. “She can’t die.” Steve’s body shook with another sob and Nat looked up at him, her own eyes threatening to spill with tears. “She won’t. Not Y/N.” Nat whispered, scared her voice would break her tough facade.

The two walked into the common room and met with the others. “Hey! You’re back!” Sam cheered but stopped when he looked at Steve and Nat’s faces. “What happened?” Tony asked, taking his glasses off. “Who’s blood is that?” Clint asked, causing Steve and Nat to look at your blood on their hands. Wanda stepped forward. “Where’s Y/N?” She asked nervously. Bucky entered the room and noticed how quiet it was. “What, did someone die or something?” He asked jokingly.

Bucky looked at Steve, his smile dropping. Bucky took in everyone’s scared expressions. He looked around for you, but he knew something was wrong when he didn’t see your bright and beautiful smile greeting him like you always did. 

“Wait, where’s Y/N?” Bucky asked, feeling his heart starting to beat fast. Steve shook his head and tried to speak, but nothing came out. Steve looked at his bloody hands again and his lip trembled. Bucky gasped, his eyes falling to Steve’s hands. “No. She’s-Steve, don’t do that to me.” Bucky said, shaking his head, his knees feeling weak.

Nat walked over to Bucky and looked at him sadly. “Bucky, she got shot. Bruce is taking care of her now.” Nat explained as best she could, her voice shaking. Bucky noticed the blood on her hands too as tears filled his eyes. “If this is-is some sort of sick joke.“ Bucky choked out, a lump forming in his throat.

Steve sniffled and shook his head. “Buck, it’s not.” Steve said, looking at Bucky as flashbacks played throughout his mind. “Stop! She can’t-FUCK!” Bucky yelled in the all too quiet room. Bucky rushed out, walking straight towards the elevator. All he could think about was you, the whole time you were gone, Bucky thought of how badly he had treated you.

He knew he took you for granted, he didn’t realize how much you did for him until you left his room after he made you leave. He never knew how much you actually meant to him. Bucky wanted to apologize and tell you how he felt when he woke up next to you and he hoped it wouldn’t be too late.

The elevator stopped and Bucky ran out, his feet carrying him down the hallway. He could hear a heart monitor going off and he ran up to the large window, seeing Bruce stitching you up. There was blood all over his gloves and a bit around your stitches. Bloody tissues filled the small trashcan beside Bruce’s feet and it made Bucky’s heart clench.

Your body was pale and it scared Bucky. It scared him because he realized he did need you. You tried so hard to make Bucky feel something, feel happy, feel better, feel…loved. Bucky’s tears fell, his chest rising up and down heavily and fast as he watched Bruce finish up.

Bucky knew you’d be okay now, but he just couldn’t help but feel like the biggest piece of crap because of how he made you feel before you left. He realized his mistake and he desperately wanted to make it better.

Bruce turned to see Bucky looking through the glass window and waved him to come inside. Bucky took a deep breath after wiping his tears away. He took slow steps, afraid his presence alone would cause more damage. Bruce watched closely as Bucky walked toward your body. His eyes took in your current state and he felt even more guilty.

Bruce was writing down information on his clipboard and he sighed softly. “She should be awake soon. The medicine I gave her wears off in just enough time.” Bruce told Bucky, watching him grasp your hand gently. Bucky nodded slowly, his eyes on your closed ones. He reached up to your face, his finger caressing along your jawline like he did this morning.

Deciding to give you two a bit of privacy, Bruce quietly exited the room and left to notify the others on how you’re doing. Bucky took a shaky breath before speaking. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Bucky whispered, his eyes filling with tears again. “I was so horrible to you.” He choked out.

He saw your eyelids flutter before slowly starting to open. His heart skipped in his chest and he rubbed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “That’s it, Doll. Come back to me, please.” Bucky whispered. You squinted your eyes a tad at the bright lights and Bucky moved closer, blocking it for you.

You groaned and tried to sit up, not aware of the stitches in your abdomen. Bucky held you down gently. “Y/N, don’t move.” He spoke softly. You relaxed again and licked your dry lips. You sighed and looked up at Bucky. “Why are you here?” You asked rather coldly, not meaning to, though you didn’t apologize. 

Bucky sighed and frowned at your sourness towards him. He was used to you being sweet, but he reckoned he ruined that for good. “I know you might hate me now, but I realized something after, you know..” Bucky trailed off, staring down at you. Your heart sank as you took in his watery and puffy eyes. He had been crying and it was probably because of you.

You watched Bucky’s lip tremble and you reached your hand up to hold his that was still resting on your cheek. “I’m sorry I never appreciated you.” Bucky said, his words holding more than he led on. You knew what he meant and you nodded gently. “I’m sorry if I was too much. I won’t do it anymore.” You whispered, letting your hand fall from Bucky’s.

Bucky nodded gently. “I don’t mind if you don’t want to do things for me anymore. But I do want you to keep trying with me. Y/N, I-I need you.” Bucky said, a sob wracking through his body. Your eyes lifted to Bucky’s and you furrowed your eyebrows. “You what?” You asked, not believing what Bucky just said.

Your heart started racing as Bucky bent down, slowly leaning in to press his lips to yours. You gasped before kissing him back, your hand reaching up to rest on the back of his head. Your heart monitor started beeping faster and Bucky pulled away, a smile on his face. “I said I need you. I was wrong before, so so wrong.” Bucky whispered, leaning his forehead against yours.

A smile formed on your lips in return and you giggled. “I’ll always be here, Bucky.” You said, your hand resting on his cheek. Bucky sniffled and kissed your forehead. “I want to take care of you until you get better.” Bucky said, raising up so he could look at your bandage. You gently sighed and frowned. “But I-” Bucky shushed you. “Y/N, you’ve done so much for me.” Bucky said, holding onto your hand.

You nodded and smiled at Bucky, your happiness fluttering back into your chest.

Note: TBH I THINK THIS SUCKS BUT YET I THINK IT’S REALLY CUTE .c

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get you a man who looks at you the way Shin looks at EunTak when she isn’t looking..

I don’t think I will ever get over the fact that Rick ASKED her for the gun. Like even with the stakes so high he is literally sitting there making sure that she is okay with his decision.

He respects her as an equal so much and when they disagree they talk it out and he opens up and lets her know how scared he is of losing her or anyone else. Even though Michonne doesn’t want to agree with him, she can’t argue that he is right and respects him enough to admit that and try.

I just love how their love for each other was built on mutual respect and it continues to show. No matter how dire the situation gets we still see them respecting each others decisions and even when they disagree they discuss it and don’t try to leave the other out of the loop and are able to admit when they are wrong.

I’m just so happy that this is the romance we get for them because I honestly couldn’t see it any other way.

anonymous asked:

if a fire-breathing snake was the best gift magnus ever gave how will he top it when he gives alec something. "here's a flying unicorn i got for you to ride into battle, and by got, i mean created from scratch. i hope you like it!"

ok i know i’m prob supposed to give a cute answer here but tbh the fact that magnus gave camille so many of those extravagant gifts says a lot about their relationship – the way he just kept trying to please her because he loved her so much and she just couldn’t give two fucks about him, and also because of what happened he feels like he owes her his life, something she’s clearly used against him. and i get the sense that when he made these beautiful wild gifts for her, he did it because she would look at him and smile, and he would think for a moment, maybe she does love me, too.

i don’t think magnus will be doing the same thing with alec. i think magnus knows alec is different – he’s clearly not a man with extravagant taste – and if magnus gives alec any gifts, it’ll be something really personal and meaningful. like i bet alec has all these old childhood scribble drawings from izzy and max and jace, and i can see magnus gathering them and charming them so they’ll never fade or be ruined and just putting them in a little box for alec to keep.

but the important part is that it wouldn’t matter what he gave. it’s not about the gift; for alec, it’s about the fact that a man he likes – the man he’s falling in love with – took some time out to get something for him. that magnus remembered him and thought about him. i get the feeling if magnus just swung by with a bagel on his way to meet a client – or even if magnus came by empty handed to say just to say hi – alec would light up like a christmas tree.

Honestly getting to see little orphan Nora is doing so much to my feels right now.

Because now I just keep thinking about that tiny terrified little girl and the excitable, aggressive, talkative teenage monster that we know her to be today. And then I think about what her gradual journey to become that person must have been like, and all the little ways being with Ren must have helped bring those qualities out in her. And then I think about that fond smile Ren always gives her when she acts that way and I want to cry now because of course he loves those things about her, he remembers how she used to be and how far she’s come and it makes him happy.

I have never felt this much about this ship before, someone save me.

A little comparison

Last night I watched Arrow 5x16 (again) and when Oliver rescued the DL, I started thinking. Just  watching how he was with her. He’s been with her for months now, everyone knows they’re dating and supposedly he “loves” her, right? (To our eternal dismay, but that’s not the point) My point is that he should’ve been desperate for hugging, touching, kissing her, right? He didn’t even gave her little taps on the shoulders! Nothing! And not only that! He said go, get to safety and walked out on her. Just look…

Now look how different he was with Felicity, way back in time, on 2x03 when they were nothing.. he hadn’t even recognized to himself that he had feelings for her (that happened 3 episodes later on 2x06 in Russia, right? ok) and when the doll maker grabbed her and pushed her and felicity hit her head. He stayed with her (TOUCHING HER) until Digg came. Just then he went after the doll maker.  Here’s the proof…

Looking at it logically, he could have shot an arrow to Mathis to stop him, just before kneeling next to Felicity. It would have taken literally ONE second, but that was too much time to make sure she was ok. And didn’t leave her alone at any moment. With Susan, he didn’t kept his word that he’d get her out and left her at her own risk. Sure, he knew Promy was waiting for him, but what if he was working with someone else (We knew he was!) or what the DL found one of the bombs trying to get out or didn’t get out in time before the building exploded, or a million other things. Digg was nowhere near to help her. Neither was Curtis who was rescuing Rene and Dinah. I mean she could have gotten caught again or whatever (That wasn’t the play but the possibility was there) and Oliver didn’t care. 

If she had been Felicity, he’d not have thought in leaving her alone not for a second and that conversation on the elevator would have been the opposite, pretty much like this: (I’m doing just the dialogue, you imagine all the touching, hugging and kissing)

“Oliver!”
“Felicity! Are you ok? I thought I lost you!”
“I’m fine, I’m ok. A-Adrian Chase is–”
“I know! I need get you out of here.”
“No, wait, Oliver. Chase is here! You need to get the son of the– yeah… bitch!”
“No, until you’re safe and out of here.”
“I can’t take care of myself. Go! I’ll be okay”
“Felicity!”
“Oliver, go!”

And he’d have gone and kicked prometheus’ ass (instead of getting himself kidnapped) not only cuz Adrian deserves it, but cuz his wifey told him to

And of course, this comparison it’s just one of the many I could make with Oliver and Felicity, but I think is more striking doing this way due the status of the relationships of Oliver with each woman at the time of the events..

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based on that line from the end of 4x01

“Princess, huh?”

 Clarke knocks her shoulder into Bellamy’s as they walk, leaving Polis behind them. He glances down at her, his lips quirking up in the half-smirk she has come to love.

“You got a problem with it?”

“No,” Clarke says, “just haven’t heard it in a while. Especially not from you.”

Bellamy shrugs. He knows she’s just messing with him, that the nickname lacked the derision it originally had when they first met, but he still feels the need to clarify.

 “All these people know you as is Wanheda,” he says, coming to a stop and turning to face her. “That’s not all that you are, Clarke. Not to me.”

 Clarke blinks, unprepared for how strongly his words resonate with her. She gapes for a moment, floundering for something to say that can convey just exactly how much Bellamy means to her.

Instead, she surges forward, winding her arms tightly around his waist and tucking her head into his chest. He wraps his arms around her with no hesitation, crushing her body against his and resting his cheek on the top of her head.

Clarke listens to the beat of his heart, strong and steady. They don’t speak; they don’t need to. Everything they need to tell each other is communicated through their embrace.

I trust you. I’ll support you. I need you. Thank you. I love you. 

Eventually, they break apart. They have to keep moving, they can’t afford to waste too much time. But now their steps are quicker, more determined, and their arms brush against each other with each step. 

They don’t know if they can stop what’s coming, they don’t even know if they have a chance. But they have each other, and because of that, they still have hope. 

Little Bird

Hey! I just starting a Harry writing blog too and I know the feeling about not knowing what to write so here’s a prompt/request to get you inspired: Can you just imagine how Harry would be like when his baby is just born? Like he’d be asking the nurse all these questions before you both leave the hospital, and he’d buy like the most expensive car seat to make sure that his little one is as comfortable as possible. And sometimes you’ll catch him just watching her sleep … and ugh it’d be so cute

Thank you @blamehim for the prompt!

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Harry had always wanted a baby of his own, getting on with little families the best in his late-teen/early-twenties years. Something about being with another family suppressed his baby fever momentarily. He knew he wanted babies with you after bring able to spend your twenties completely immersed in each other and your careers. After a year of trying, you finally got a positive test and Harry immediately jumped into new daddy research. He read all the books, had a list of questions at every appointment, and called his mom whenever he needed advice. He was ready, that is until you were in full-blown labor, pushing your little one out. They say when you have a little one of your own, the love for your wife completely changes and the love you have for your baby is something that can’t be described. Now he understood what they meant. Hair in a bun, his softest shirt on, the world’s biggest smile, and a little teary-eyed, Harry Styles was now a dad.

“….6, 7, 8, 9, 10. She’s got all ten toes and fingers, love. You’re perfect aren’t you, little bird? Hmm?” Harry gave out a wet chuckle. She’s been in the world for all of about 20 minutes and he could not believe his eyes. He helped make her, she was in your belly, and now she was here. He couldn’t wait to hold her and now after cutting her cord, he could finally get his cuddle. You wanted your bonding moment and to give her immediately to Harry whenever you were ready. Now he was sitting on a recliner in the birthing center next your bed, feet placed on the bed next to your thigh staring at his new little bird, the name he gave her when he heard her first cry. “Love you did it! I’m so proud of you. Look at her and that little cry. More like a little chirp innit. Like a little swallow.” Now she was branded.

A little rasp on the door took the both of you out of your little family moment as a nurse peaked in. “Everything okay in here? We are ready to weigh her and get all the forms together.” She and lactation nurse walked in ready for the final assistance unto full parenthood.

“Harry, love, would you like to start signing the forms, please?” You asked still groggy from your long labor. He passed of your little girl to the nurse and picked up her birth certificate.

“She is a healthy 7lbs 2oz. A right little bird she is right, dad. Any questions for me before I leave you to nurse? Harry couldn’t help but smile at the new nickname that was now catching on.

“Yes, I have a few.” Harry stated, sitting up a little taller, ready to bombard the nurse with his metal list.

“Sweetheart, please, not all at once” You giggled. You knew how he got. He wanted to know all the answers to any questions he may have in the future.

“I want to be prepared, love” He gave you a cute smirk and turned to the nurse. “Right, first question. How long after will she be bleeding….. Okay, so what the best way to make her comfortable?…. So how do I elevate back pain when she’s nursing?…. How do we know if she’s hydrated?…. Is that normal???…. How are we sure if she is buckled correctly in her seat?… ” He went on and on. You felt bad for the poor nurse but it seems like she had many new daddy’s who were overwhelmed.

“Alright Harry, that’s enough for now!” You smiled. “You’re bound to find more questions later”

“But, Love!! I bought that fancy new seat! We gotta make sure the little bub is in there correctly! No matter how many times we practiced”

“We? You mean you! We’re fine, Harry” You yawned, now that you little girl had a full belly and paper signed for your departure tomorrow morning, you really started to feel the weight of the world behind your eyes.

“I’ll take her, rest baby.”

Now, well past midnight, you heard soft coos and a familiar melody. Still exhausted, you decided to keep your eyes closed but tune into the little conversation. 

“Strawberries taste how lips do, And it’s not complete yet, Mustn’t get our feet wet, ‘Cause that leads to regret, Diving in too soon, But I’ll owe it all to you, My little bird”

Finding the will to open your eyes softly, you saw Harry rocking an already sleeping baby in the corner. You had dreamt of this moment, you, Harry, and a baby. However, this was better, it was real and it blew your mind that you were already in this stage of your life. You’ve never seen Harry so content. This was it, this was your life now “I feel you staring at me, button. Can I join you for a cuddle?” Harry smiles.

You open your arms wide for Harry to join you with your baby until she waked up for her first night feeding. You were ready for the giggles, tears, spit-up, sleepless nights, and an all too content Harry.

“Thank you” Harry said with a kiss to the forehead, passing the baby who was now starting to give out her soft baby chirp. You pulled her towards your chest nervously as this was your first time feeding her without the consultant or a nurse.

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For her, for this life, for you, I never imagined my life would really be this way” You leaned up to kiss his lips. They were still salty from his previous tears

“It has been my pleasure”

i don’t know if the shadow world is familiar with the concept of neurodiversity but here are ways for alec to find out he’s autistic;

  • simon is babbling about how he was diagnosed with asperger’s as a kid and alec notices that a lot of the things he’s talking about are things he himself does so he googles it in secret
  • magnus is hundreds of years old and a scholar so he knows everything about everything and one day when alec is complaining about tripping over his words and not being able to look people in the eye he’s like, ‘darling did you ever consider there might be a reason for that’
  • (this one is sadder) maryse picks up on his stimming and tells him to stop but he can’t at first so in a desperate attempt to do something about it he searches ‘how to stop __’ and the results are interesting
  • i feel like isabelle is also one of those people who just Knows, not to mention that she is super smart and does research on things and cares for her brother a whole lot. she tells him, ‘mundanes have a word for that you know’ ‘a word for what, izzy’ ‘for what you’re like’

at first the whole thing seems silly because the concept is entirely new to him and he feels like he’s weaker for being the way he is but in the end it ends up making his life a lot better and it’s super good

anonymous asked:

Can I please request the rfa + saeran breaking the fourth wall and finding out their in a game? I get seven kinda did but it'd be interesting to see how all of them would react.

I feel like all of the charcaters would be extremely sad to find out that they could never meet MC, so I made this kind of angsty. I also added Seven even though he kind of does know it’s a game, I just love him too much not to add him! I hope that I answered this one okay, let me know if I didn’t!! ^^


Yoosung

  • The irony of finally getting a girlfriend only to have her for eleven days broke Yoosung’s heart
  • He regretted every single time he called you Rika
  • You were so kind to him, you didn’t treat him like a child, you were genuinely curious about his future
  • All he wanted to do was go to you, feel how warm you would be when he hugged you
  • But that day never came
  • After all, Yoosung was just a character in a game, never being allowed to see you
  • He cried so much, more than he ever has in his life
  • But Yoosung was determined to make the most out of his limited time with you via the messenger
  • When the eleventh day came, Yoosung wept uncontrollably as he called you one last time telling you that you were his sunshine and that you would always be on his mind and that he would always love you no matter what
  • But eventually, his sunshine was taken away from him

Zen

  • Zen never thought that such a perfect girl existed until he first called you and listened to your voice
  • After years of being alone, Zen finally found someone who cared about him, not just for his pretty looks but for his true self
  • He realized that he was just a character in a game, that he would never get to see you, touch you, or kiss you
  • Zen felt his world fall apart at the seams but he knew that he had to use his remaining days to give you nothing but all of his love
  • You were incredibly supportive of him when he broke his leg and even more when he had to deal with his scandal
  • Even though he was in a game, you felt so real to him making it hurt that more more when the eleventh day came
  • In his last phone call to you, Zen tried holding back his tears as he sang gently to you, saying that he finally found his princess just like out of a fairy tale
  • However, this fairy tale didn’t have a happy ending

Jaehee

  • For what felt like the first time in her life, Jaehee finally found someone she could call her true friend
  • She was just known as ‘the assistant’ to everyone else but you never saw her that way, you saw her for the strong, independent woman that she was
  • And when you encouraged her to keep up with the coffee project because it made her happy, Jaehee thought about all of the different types of coffee that she would make for you when she would meet you
  • But that day would never come, Jaehee was in a game but you weren’t
  • She tried not to let her feelings get the better of her, she had finally found a friend that understood and appreciated her
  • But as the days went on, Jaehee felt something more for you, you weren’t just a friend who she liked
  • No, Jaehee had fallen in love with you without even realizing it, making it that much more painful
  • Jaehee silently cried when she called you for the last time, telling you that she loved you so much, that she would never forget you, you then told Jaehee that she was your dream
  • And you were hers

Jumin

  • Jumin didn’t understand that he loved you the moment he read your first message
  • He thought that it was silly, how could he mange to love someone he never met?
  • But he did fall in love with you, something he never thought that he was capable of
  • Everyone saw him as the man with no emotions, but you didn’t, you knew that he had all of the emoitions that everyone else had, he just didn’t know how to express them
  • You treated him like any other person and Jumin would be eternally grateful to you because of that
  • His feelings of love towards you were in vain, since Jumin was just a character who could never see you
  • Even with his wealth, being with you would be impossible and Jumin felt nothing but sadness because of it
  • Nevertheless, Jumin kept a cool and calm composure for those eleven days, even though he was hurting so much on the inside
  • Jumin’s last phone call to you was one of the rare occasions that he cried, he tried his best to convey all of his feelings towards you, with him promising that you changed him and he’s become a better person because of you
  • You asked him on last request, that you would always remain in his heart and his last words were simply stated
  • As you wish

Seven

  • He knew from the very beginning that you and him could never be anything more then names on a screen
  • Seven was simply a character in a game, nothing more nothing less
  • He tried his absolute hardest not to fall in love with you, but he stupidly did
  • It was going to be so painful, almost as painful as leaving his brother, when he would have to say goodbye to you
  • But Seven didn’t want you to be sad, so he stayed as 707, joking with you so that you would be happy
  • The phone calls with you were something that he would cherish for the rest of his life
  • For those eleven days, Seven let himself be selfish and feel happy whenever he chatted with or called you
  • He didn’t let his past haunt him, Seven only focused on making you laugh and feel loved
  • Seven barely got any sleep those eleven nights since all he could think about was how his happiness would fade away in the upcoming days
  • The last phone call Seven made to you, he became Saeyoung and while talking to you, he let himself cry tell you how you saved him from his own darkness and although he would never be able to marry you at the space station
  • He would always love you to the moon and back

Unknown

  • The way that you made him feel when he watched you in the RFA chat room confused him
  • Saeran had only texted you once, some vague message and even though you asked him questions, he never bothered responding
  • But as Saeran watched you chat with the other members happily, it made his heart physically hurt
  • He didn’t understand, why you were making him feel this way
  • Saeran’s life had been the equivalent of hell and he never thought he would feel joy in his life
  • However, as he watched you through the messenger, Saeran realized that he felt happy, that he had somehow fallen in love with you
  • You were so kind to the other members, giving them advice and truly caring for them
  • None of it matter though, Saeran knew that he was just a character in a game and that meeting you would be impossible
  • Even though he knew the pain of when the eleventh day arrived would be immense, Saeran continued to watch you talk to the other members
  • He had less panic attacks and even cracked a genuine smile for the first time in a very long time when he watched you talk to the RFA members
  • As the eleventh day arrived, Saeran decided to call you and confess his feelings, he didn’t care since this would be the last time he would ever hear your voice, he poured his heart out to you about how much he loved you even though this was the first time that he ever talked to you and that you showed him what true happiness was
  • And even though you were going to leave Saeran
  • He promised to love you forever and always

~ Requests and Match-Ups are Open! ~ 

But Guys Just Think:

Alistair doodling Mr. and Mrs. Theirin on pieces of paper when he was alone once he started having a crush on his Warden companion, and being extra sarcastic to her because he didn’t know how to deal with those feelings, then kicking himself afterwards for being such an idiot, and Maferath’s hairy arse she’s sarcastic back she’s perfect.

Zevran giving the Warden sidelong glances when he thought they weren’t paying attention because he was confused at the emotions he was feeling towards them, thinking that if he squinted at them long enough he would come back to reality, but finding that he didn’t want to go back to reality as long as they were by his side and oh shit what had he gotten himself into.

Anders finding himself smiling in the midst of working in his clinic because Hawke drifted into his thoughts, frowning after because where in the Void had that come from, then having an internal panic attack not only because he feared what his affections would bring but what it would do to him if Hawke didn’t return those feelings, and he wanted to tear his hair out because it’s just so ugh.

Fenris trying to ward off Hawke’s blatant flirting with scowls and glares, but knows that they’re forced and he just doesn’t know how to make it stop, but finds that he doesn’t want it to because it makes him happy, and since that’s one thing he’s not sure he’s ever felt, he doesn’t want it to leave, so he lets it continue.

Sebastian straining to swallow because his throat is tight due to Hawke’s close proximity, then muttering a prayer under his breath because Maker, he just wants her closer to him, so close that he can feel her own heartbeat and see if it’s racing just as much as his was because sweet Andraste he couldn’t deny that he liked her.

Cullen growling and grumbling because he couldn’t keep up with the Herald’s antics, and Maker’s breath his neck was going to become raw because he rubbed it so much with every smile she shot his way and every time he heard her laugh and he needed to just focus on his work but he couldn’t, because she was a vital member of those he worked with and he couldn’t help but silently admit that he liked it that way.

Iron Bull laying with the Inquisitor in his arms, and he’s staring at them, memorizing every curve and angle of their body and shit, he knows he’s falling for them but the question is if they’re falling for him back and in that moment he feels not fear, exactly, but anxiety, because for once in his life he really fucking hopes that they do so he can just get on with things but with them at his side and vice versa.

Dorian huffing because he finds that he’s reading his book but none of the words sink in, and he has to reread it two, three more times and fasta vass it’s the damn Inquisitor he keeps thinking about, and it’s worse because he finds himself pretending to read his book when he hears the Inquisitor approaching so it looks like he’s not acutely aware of their presence.

Blackwall keeping an eye out for things that remind him of the Herald, everything from a pretty wildflower or a rock smoothed and shaped by water, then creeps into her tent and places it on her pillow or in her pack, and anxiously waits for when she sees them, hiding his glowing smile under his beard when she finally does.

Solas shaking his head as he tried to clear his thoughts of the Herald’s scent, of the poems he unknowingly composed about her until he found himself reciting them in his head whenever he looked at her, and the feeling of companionship she brought to him was so wrong because it was his fault she was in such a position, but he can’t stop, and fenhedis lasa his stomach fluttered with the barest of touches she gives him.

Bonus:

Varric setting his quill down because the Inquisitor’s coming his way, and he knows he’s lying to himself when he says that he just likes chatting with them, that it’ll be more for his story, but as he’s describing them, writing their very essence down on parchment, he finds that only a lover could have depicted them the way he had, and well, shit, he knows he’s a gonner, but he’s not gonna be telling anybody about it anytime soon.