who are you mystery woman

Who is this mystery woman you speak of Gladio?

Gladio: So yeah, no wedding just yet.

Prompto: No wedding ever.

Noctis: Go figure.

Gladio: Hey, don’t hate me.

Prompto: “Hate the game”. Yeah, yeah.

Ignis: So we can’t expect a formal introduction for some while, then.

Gladio: Yeah. At least not ‘til all of this is over. Can’t in good conscience leave a girl to worry while I rush headlong into danger.

Noctis: Right.

Prompto: Gee, you oughta teach a master class in romance.

Ignis: Or…acting.

Gladio: No acting here. I keep it real with the ladies.

What Happens In Vegas: Part 15

A Bucky x Reader / AU drabble series

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A/N: SO sorry this took so long. I was procrastinating big time and also life got in my way. There’s only one part left after this and an epilogue, so I really hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think! ♥

Word Count: 2,184
(I know this is not a drab, and this is the longest part to date :O)

Warnings:
- language.

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Bucky was sleeping peacefully beside you the next morning, after spending hours the night before trying to get him to fall asleep. His nerves were getting the best of him, and rightfully so. You’d spent most of the night coming up with a court summons for Peggy, so that you could finally find out whom Charlotte’s true father was. You pushed his hair off of his forehead and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. The love you had for him swelled in your chest and, in that moment, you vowed to find the truth for him, to give him inner peace. Even though this was his own personal struggle, it would bring peace to you and your relationship with him as well. Maybe, just maybe, it would also mend his and Steve’s lifelong friendship.

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Tether: Arrow 5x16 Review (Checkmate)

I had two wishes for tonight’s episode.  First, that Oliver and Snoozan break up because, as you all know, I’m super done with her.  Second, that Prometheus not suck because, as you all know, I’ve been super unimpressed so far. @fanmommer​ can confirm these wishes.

Alright, so I didn’t get wish #1 (just a matter of time kids), but Oliver delivered fantastic Snoozan shade,  so I am satisfied. Wish #2 came true however.  The Big Bad does not suck. He’s awesome. 

That and a subtle, but meaningful Olicity scene means I am one happy camper.

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  • Blake: Who the fuck are you?
  • Mysterious Woman: I'm you from the future.
  • Blake: Oh... How's that looking?
  • Future Blake: Not gonna lie, you're fucked.
  • Blake: Aww, come on! Do I least get my girlfriend back!?
  • Future Blake: Yes, but she's missing another arm, a leg, and has an eye patch but isn't missing an eye.
  • Blake: Then why wear the eye patch?
  • Future Blake: Jokes. Oh so many jokes.
  • Blake: Aww, fuck! I'm doomed!
  • Future Blake: Perhaps there's still time to fix things!
  • Yang: Hey Blake! I found an eye patch, and I think I'm gonna start wearing it!
  • Both Blakes: Son of a bitch!
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Request:Can I request a fic where dark-skinned  Reader and Tony are together and fight for their relationship despite an abundance of outside negativity? Rumors are flying around like she’s only with him for his money, or that she’s a prostitute, or that he’s only with her to try to seem politically correct, or that he’s slumming, etc. Maybe an Avenger or two (doesn’t matter which) think they are helping by suggesting that Reader and Tony break up? The other Avengers are supportive though?  @smile-it-wont-suck-forever

You were sat watching one of the many shows that got their ratings by gossiping about celebrities. You didn’t usually watch these shows, but you heard your boyfriend’s name  in passing as you were flipping the channels and curiosity got the better of you. He wasn’t usually featured on these channels anymore; it was usually just the news channels fussing over Iron Man.

“It has been a while since Mr. Stark made it onto our radar, but it seems he took a break from saving the day to be with a mystery woman over the weekend. The couple was seen leaving a restaurant in Manhattan, sharing a little PDA,” the woman spoke, you rolled your eyes. You’d thought you saw a camera flash while you were out. It was only a matter of time before the  media caught wind of you two. You lasted a while though, almost a year without anyone being the wiser.

“Who is this mystery woman you ask? Your guess is as good as ours, but don’t expect to see her for too much longer, we know Tony Stark’s game, there’ll be a new one next weekend. In other news-” the T.V. suddenly turned off. You looked around to figure out why and found Tony.

“I never changed out women weekly… that would have been too long a turn around,” he complained. You rolled your eyes.

“I told you going out to Manhattan was a bad idea.” you chastised, crossing your arm in front of your chest. He smirked and came over to where you were sitting and sat on your lap. You fought to keep a straight face while he sat there.

“I wanted to take you to dinner, is that so bad? Is it so horrible of me to want to spoil the woman I love? Tell me is it?” he asked playfully moving closer and closer to your face as he spoke. His playful smile pulled your own smile out of you. You pushed his face back with a laugh.

“I guess not, now get off of me, fool.” you pushed at him. He got up but not before kissing you.

“I’ll talk to someone about it, yeah? Let them know you’re not just my Saturday night… occasionally you get Sundays.”

You threw a pillow at him, which he easily caught and tossed back on the sofa. His smile faltered for a moment and he gave you a concerned look, “You do know that the vast majority of those journalists are idiots right? I want you every day.”

“You better,” you grinned.

“Great, rom-com moment over, come on  I have something to show you.”

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A Soulmate to remember chap 7

A/N- Hey guys! Just wanted you to know that my request box is open and empty

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5Chapter 6

Tags: @welcometothecity, @miss-nerdalots,@marvelsimaginess, @naturalnation123 , @suavehayes (let me know if I missed you/you want to be tagged) so I can add you to the list! Hope you enjoyed!

TW: Churches? Otherwise, none

Y/N- Your name 

L/N- Last Name

Word count: 1,863

You were sitting in an extra little sitting room, and You had just finished checking up on all of your college classes, and making sure you had completed all of the homework, when your mother let out a shrill call, “Y/N- phone!”

“Make sure you don’t listen in this time,” You call back a you reached over to the still-operable landline- that your mother refuses to get rid of -with your free hand. I pick it up and press the button, “Hello, Y/N L/N speaking.”

“Hey.”

You immediately stop typing on your laptop and set it aside on the couch, “Jason! How are you, I saw a little bit of the situation on the TV - are you okay?”

He seemed taken aback for a moment, but cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, Yeah, a little bruised up, but I’m fine.”

You let out the breath, “Good, good, I’m glad, I knew you could probably take care of yourself, but still.”

Jason was silent for a moment, and you didn’t know wether to break the silence or wait until he felt like talking, and before you could make your decision he spoke, “So, I, uh, found your cellphone today.”

You blinked in surprise, “Really? You did? I ah, mean Thank you, but, uh, when in the world did you find time to find it?”

Jason was smirking, you could tell by his tone, “Oh, just found a little time, no big deal. When can I get it too you, I figured you need it.”

You nodded, “yeah, say I’ve got work in the morning, would you like to come with me to-“

The phone started ringing and You muttered under your breath when you noticed it was your boss, ‘hey it’s my boss, I should really take this… could I put you on hold real quick?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks I’l make it quick, I promise.”

You quickly put Jason on hold before accepting the call from your boss, Steph who is quick to ask, “Oh, my gosh I saw on the news about your Uncle’s party- are you okay?”

You laughed, “Yeah Steph, I’m fine, just surprised you haven’t asked yet.”

Steph squealed, “Oh- M-Gee, about Jason Wayne meeting his soul mate, I was gonna, do you know who the mystery woman is?”

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It’s wrong

Hi guys! So I really want to make this into several parts. I know this isn’t the best so I am sorry about that.I’m using Gibson as you last name purely on the fact that that was her previous last name and for that reason it would work better for the story. And on that note hope you enjoy!

Archie Andrews x Geraldine Grundy, Archie Andrews x reader

  • Warnings : None apart from swearing (like 1 word)
  • Word count : 608
  • Prompt : Geraldine Grundy is your older sister and you find out about her relationship with one of your friends Archie Andrews and you are desperate to get them to break up for their own good.

Your P.O.V

“So Archie who’s the mysterious woman, that you keep ditching us for?” We were in music class together, as the teacher was late. I was still waiting for the answer but he looked down blushing, and mumbled

“No one Y/N”.

“Yeah right Archie.” I said back laughing at his reaction, we had only been friends for a just over a year now, I had moved here with my sister after her bad divorce. However the beauty of going to the same school as the school where your sister works is the fact that I have a completely different last name courtesy of her ex-husband who made her flee from our home town. Just as he was going to say something back, the door flew open to reveal Miss Grundy.

Right everyone to their seats now! And no talking”

Oh great she was in a bad mood, just what I need.  The lesson was pretty boring, I hardly did anything, just sitting here drawing, “Your sister might have musical talent Y/N, but you have artistic talent, so don’t ever worry about impressing her.” That’s what Mom always used to say to me, and I kinda use that for an excuse as to why I don’t do my homework for her.  

~~Bell rings~~

Right I want them music sheets completed for next lesson, no excuses and I’m talking to you Miss Gibson,” She shot a look in my direction, still trying to remain professional, “Speaking of Miss Gibson can you stay behind for a minute, and you too Mr Andrews.”

She turned her back on us, while I glanced at Archie to see him looking nervous and agitated. Once the class was empty, I spoke up, “So what can I do you for Geraldine?” I said slumping into a chair with my bag dumped on the floor.

“What have I told you about using my first name in school Y/N? Especially in front of other students!” I looked up to see her standing over you with her hands on her hips, trying to stare you down, I see Archie standing behind her trying to hold in his laugh.

“Oh get over yourself, he’s bound to find out at some point, it’s only your first name. Plus what’s the big deal you’re my sister.” I said and as soon as I said that the smile dropped of Archie’s face and he went sickly pale. Geraldine looked in a state of shock but in all honesty you couldn’t see what was wrong with what you said.

“Holy shit Archie are you okay?” Once I realised he was trying to fumble into a seat I knew something wasn’t right here.

“Yeah, and wait your sisters.” I stood up standing next to Geraldine, both looking at him with concern and confusion.

Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing Y/N. Just shocked that’s all.”

“Okay..” I dragged out confused as why being sisters had such an impact on him. “and on that note I’m off see you guys.” I shouted behind my shoulder once grabbing my bag of the floor.

“Wait Y/N, just to let you know I’m going to be out late tonight so don’t expect me back ‘till after your curfew okay?”

“Sure… Archie, you still coming to Pop’s tonight with everyone?”

“I can’t… I-I’ve got to help m-my Dad. Yeah I’ve got to help my dad” He smiled at me trying to hide the fact that he’s lying to me, I didn’t say anything else I just nodded my head and walked out the room.

Something is up between these two, and I’m going to find out what.


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anonymous asked:

What would you name a mysterious woman who has moving words as tattoos all over her body and only appears when you really don't need her?

You mean besides “a trickster”? 

Don’t Look - Sehun (Angst)

1834 Words

You were in a happy relationship, but when you and your best friend Sehun take a trip to the mall, that all changes.


“So…?” Your best friend’s voice rang out over the phone. You had just gone on a blind date set up by one of your mutual friends and it ended up being the boy that you had been pining over for a few months now that was sitting at the table when you arrived. “You are not going to believe this.” Sehun giggled in return, “Try me.” You felt the excitement rise in your chest, “It was him! You know that guy that I have a few classes with. He was so great!” “Wow! That is surprising. So, it went well?” You couldn’t help but smile when you thought about the events that just occurred in the last hour and a half. “It was amazing! I mean I have had quite a few conversations with him already so the awkward meeting each other phase was totally skipped. It just felt so casual and natural. He is super sweet, not to mention he looks like he could be in your profession.” Sehun let out an exaggerated sigh, “No one could possibly look better than me.” You copied his usual sarcastic tone, “Better looking than Oh Sehun, never! That would be absurd.” You heard his cute laugh over the phone before it was cut off by someone calling for him. “I have to go Y/N, the boys are getting a bit annoyed that I called you during practice. But I just had to know how everything went. Text me later, okay?” “Definitely, bye Sehun.” He ended the call just as you reached the front steps of your house. As you went inside and took off your shoes you felt so stupidly happy. It was him! You have had such a huge crush on this guy and would constantly talk about it with Sehun since you didn’t have any female friends that you were so close to. Sehun and you were like two peas in a pod. From the moment you guys met, your personalities just clicked. You just enjoyed spending time with him. If you were having a bad day you just had to talk to him and everything would be better. You also developed friendships with all the boys since they were practically family. You looked down when you felt your phone vibrate. The guy had texted you. And so began your relationship with Sung Ki.
Almost a year had passed. You and Sung Ki became super close. The relationship was going so well. Sehun and Sung Ki seemed to get along well which also made you happy. Sehun had to like the person you were with. You two were even talking about getting an apartment together since you both lived alone anyways. The skin ship in your relationship was great. You didn’t have anyone to talk about that with though since Sehun always got weirded out when you would talk about kissing or cuddling. After you and Sung Ki had spent some time finding an apartment online and finally closed on one, you decided to go look for some housewarming gifts for your new home. You called Sehun to see if he was up for a trip to the mall. Sung Ki had left for work for the day since he had graduated, and you didn’t want to go alone. “Of course, it is better than hanging out with the guys at the dorm, no offense,” he said with a softer tone, which made you assume the members were giving him some looks. Twenty minutes later Sehun was knocking on your front door and you were off.
When you arrived, you had no idea where to start. “What do you get for a new apartment?” Sehun gave you a confused look, “how would I know, I have been living in a dorm since before debut.” You laughed and put your arm through his. “Thanks for joining me, I missed our ‘us’ time.” He gave you a smile, “Me too, especially since I have to compete with lover boy.” You giggled as you both started walking. Sehun and you ended up going into most of the stores you saw, seeing if anything would spur your interest. He even roped you into trying on some clothes since he thought it would be fun to have a sort of fashion show. After trying on plenty of dresses that he had picked out for you and you making him try on some questionable outfits you both decided it was time to get food. As you were walking to the food court you just happened to glance over at the jewelry store. Inside, in front of a counter, you saw Sung Ki. You stopped dead in your tracks which caused Sehun to pause as well. “What is it, did you forget something.” You shook your head and turned to him, “That is Sung Ki, right?” You pointed to the man you saw in the jewelry store. “It looks like him, I thought he had to work.” You gave a little shriek, “Sehun, he is in a jewelry store! Do you know what this could mean? We found an apartment, what if he wants to propose.” Sehun gave a shocked look, “You really think so? What if he just wants to get you something like earrings or a watch.” You rolled your eyes, “A watch, really.” “Hey now, it is possible, it has only been a few months, that is really fast for an engagement. Besides is that what you want?” You were silent for a moment. Did you want to be engaged? Sehun had a point. “I don’t know, I really care about him. I don’t think I am ready to be engaged yet.” Before Sehun had a chance to respond he grabbed your wrist quickly. “We should go,” he started pulling you away. You were confused, “What? Why?” At that moment, you turned back to look at your boyfriend, only he wasn’t alone. There was a woman standing next to him, not a woman, but a girl about the same age as you. They were looking quite comfortable together. Then he pulled the woman closer and gave her a passionate kiss.
You felt sick. Sehun took hold of your shoulders to steady you, which was a good thing since your legs were beginning to go numb. “Is this happening?” your voice came out quietly, almost silent. But he heard you. “Yes,” the response was deep and full of sorrow. “Sehun?” He turned you around to face him. “Don’t look.” He wrapped his arms around you, and you returned the ‘hug’ when the feeling of emptiness overcame you. That didn’t last for long however, because you heard your name being called, not by Sehun, but by Sung Ki. Sehun loosened his hold on you but still stayed close as you pulled away. You turned to face Sung Ki who was accompanied by this mystery woman, they were holding hands. “I was going to tell you.” Anger began taking over the emptiness, “How long?” The coldness in your voice shocked even you. Sung Ki looked down, then up at you, “About four months.” You let out a laugh, “four months! You have been cheating on me for four months!” You felt Sehun come closer to you and grab your arm. You let him hold it, you needed some support right now. “He doesn’t want you anymore,” this time it was the woman who was clinging onto Sung Ki, “he wants me.” It took everything in your power not to strike at her. Instead you focused on speaking again, “What about the apartment?” He looked into your eyes, “you were so excited, I couldn’t just leave you like that. I was going to wait a few more weeks, try to make it seem like living together was causing issues.” At this point, Sehun stepped in and guided you behind him, “I think you should go, you have done enough damage.” Your best friend placed his arm around you and led you away. You didn’t turn back.
Sehun had driven you back to your own apartment. He had guided you to your couch where you now laid with a box of tissues at your side. Sehun had prepared something for you to eat since lunch was interrupted. He placed a bowl of ramen on your coffee table and kneeled in front of you. “I know you probably don’t want to, but you need to eat.” You looked down at him, “Sehun?” he took your hands in his, “how could I not know?” “Hey! It isn’t your fault. Do not blame yourself. You couldn’t have known.” Your eyes started to well up with tears and he moved forward to hold you. He softly stroked your head as you sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m here. I’ll always be here.” You pulled away and looked at him. He wiped the tears off your cheeks as you suddenly realized something. You cared about Sung Ki, you even told him you fell for him, but did you really? There was always someone who was going to be first in your heart no matter what, and he was holding you right now. “I know. You always have been.” You gave him a small smile, “there is the smile I love.” Love. He said it, not towards you but about you. “Sehun, when we first saw Sung Ki at the mall, why were you so against the idea of him getting an engagement ring?” He seemed to be taken aback by your question. He seemed to have been thinking about it and then he answered. “Because I hoped it wasn’t true.” You looked into his eyes which were looking straight into yours. He continued, “I didn’t want it to be true.” You needed to know the answer, “Why?” His expression became very serious and his voice was as well, “Because the only person I want you to be with is me. Because I love you, Y/N.” There it was. Your best friend who was always there for you, was always the one to make everything better, was also in love with you. And you loved him too. That is why you closed your eyes and let his parted lips meet yours. Just like he always did, Sehun made you feel better. He pulled away shocked, “Y/N?” He seemed unsure about it all, you had just been crying and now he was kissing you. “I love you too. I don’t know why it took me so long to realize it. I’m crying over a guy who I liked, but I never loved him. I couldn’t make myself completely fall for him. I never understood why, but I know now. It was because no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn’t take my heart away from you. Oh Sehun, God do I love you.” And with that he kissed you again, without pulling away this time. You were in your best friend’s arms, and everything was right in the world again.

You have a wife

Characters - Morgan x Reader, Penelope, Aaron, David, Emily, JJ and Spencer

Word count -549

Summary -  The reader visit Derek after working away in her home country (Scotland).

A/N - For this one shot I used my country as it would be better than trying to make it from all countries. Hope you still enjoy it! 

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After nearly a full do of travelling due to time difference, you had made it. You were going to see you husband for the first time in 6 months. Having to work away at your home country, Scotland, meant that you couldn’t see him. it was hard with the time difference but you made it work. You couldn’t wait to see him.
You entered his work building, walking to reception with your small bag.
‘Hi, is Derek Morgan still on level nine?’ you asked politely.
‘Yeah, would you like me to call him and tell him you are hear?’ the kind lady asked.
‘No thank you.’ You returned with a bug smile, heading for the lifts. As you reached the ninth floor you stepped out and was greeted by the busy sound of everyone working on a different case and running around. You walked through the crowd heading for Derek’s desk. He wasn’t there, probably in the conference room. You decided you would sit at his desk and wait for him to return.

As Derek and the group walked out, Penelope spoke out first noticing the person at Derek’s desk.
‘Derek, honey?’ She asked gaining his attention.
‘Yeah, baby girl?’ Derek questioned.
‘Who’s that sitting at your desk?’ She asked, pointing to the woman who was sitting looking at the items on his desk.
‘What’s she doing here?’ He muttered to himself, he jogged quickly down the stairs to her. The team looked in dismay as she looked up and embraced him in a tight hug.

The team followed behind him, trying to figure out what he’s doing and who the mysterious woman was.
‘Morgan?’ Hotch questioned. You and Derek both looked up, Derek keeping you close.
‘Y/N Morgan.’ You said reaching for a hand shake, Aaron took it wearily.
‘Morgan?’ Reid asked. You looked at Derek and then realised.
‘He never told you, sorry my doing. He wanted me to be safe, so he decided not to tell anyone.’ You said looking at Derek.
‘You should tell them since I’m here.’ You said smiling.
‘Okay, well guys this is my wife Y/N.’ Derek said placing a kiss on your forehead.
‘Uhh, you have a wife?’ Emily asked in disbelief.
‘You never wear a ring.’ Garcia said as Derek brung a chain that had a golden ring on it out of his shirt.
‘Oh.’ She said. ‘Well I’m…’ she stuttered.
‘Garcia, Reid,Emily, JJ, Hotch and Rossi. Derek may not have told you much about me but trust me I know about all of you.’ You said as you turned to Derek.
‘I’m sorry but I’ve just done a day of travelling. I’m gonna go home, don’t rush I’m sure they’ll have questions for you.’ Derek nodded understanding.
‘Tha gaol agam ort.’ You told him and pressed a kiss on his cheek. The group stood there in disbelief.
‘Your Scottish!’ Reid almost shouted. He gained some strange looks.
‘Yeah? How’d you know?’ You asked him.
‘You said I love you in Scottish Gaelic.’ He said. You looked at Derek.
‘Damn, he is the boy genius.’ You told him as the team laughed you answered Reid.
‘Yeah, born and raised. Moved hear as soon as I could.’ You smiled as you entered the elevator and watching Derek get bombarded by questions.

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anonymous asked:

Your presence leaves me smiling // touched by your effervescence // I find comfort in your words // in your laugh // but in your arms my dear // is where I'd want to be // you show the world // where it went right // your heart pure as winter snow // I'd collect all the sun rays if I could // and they wouldn't be // as bright as you. ❤ *A birthday wish from someone who is *cough* *cough* supposed to be away from Tumblr* 😉😘

My heart skips a beat

every time I think of you

darling.

And it’s not just your words

that have me under a spell

but also, 

your contagious smile

and your heart of gold.

Maybe you’re not here

but you’re still everywhere 

with me ‘cause 

you’re more than just a face

among all the others.

You’re a feeling,

a wonderful feeling indeed.

One, that never really leaves.

In my arms 

you’ll forever have a home

but it’s my heart

where you reside,

it’s my heart 

where you belong.


- To the mystery woman (*cough, *cough, who is supposed to be away from Tumblr)

You can be never really be away from my heart ‘cause you rule it and you own it.💖

Thank you so much Love 😘

❤❤❤❤❤

anonymous asked:

Hello I really love your blog ! you're such a blessing ,,, but can I ask about your opinion on konan ? and thank you for your time !

Thank you, Anon.

I like Konan. She’s unique, strong, and mysterious. You saw her and asked yourself who that beautiful angelic woman with the blue hair and the labret was, able to mimic her environmental surroundings with paper, even the Sharingan was deceived by it. 

It’s clear that in all her life, Konan never experienced freedom. Some people criticise that Konan wasn’t immune to Kishimoto’s sexism, though I can understand why her life revolved around Nagato. She had no one left except him, following every single one of his orders. When Nagato approved, Konan approved. When Nagato ordered, Konan followed. I don’t see this as a sign of subordination—but more of (blind) loyalty. Furthermore, she seemed concerned whenever Pain was in danger due to his health, indicating he meant a lot to her. She had the ability to read his emotions without him facially expressing them, presumably as a result of having known him for a long time.

Yahiko’s death impacted Konan immensely and changed her. She became an idealist, hoping to fulfil the void in her heart by achieving peace. I find this especially captivating since Akatsuki is full of pragmatics. Konan was aware Yahiko fully believed in Nagato, so she did too, as if she was trying to keep Yahiko desperately alive, which leads me to infer that she couldn’t get over his death. After Nagato’s sacrifice, Konan became fiercely adamant to protect Naruto, going so far to entrust their mission of world peace to him. In fact, her idealism was such a huge part of her identity that she prepared herself for suicidal attacks against Obito if it meant protecting her dream.

Given the fact she was consumed by the idea of achieving peace, I always had the impression that she didn’t belong to the Akatsuki. Konan was more empathic than the majority of them, appearing sad when reminded of her past and expressing a great deal of courtesy to Pain. Most Akatsuki members, on the other hand, were opportunists without any real goals. And don’t let me get started on her abilities. She was an S-rank criminal—you know, one of the people with techniques that are intended for highly experienced Kage-level shinobis—whose skills were held in high regard by her former teacher, Jiraiya. She was powerful enough to fight nearly the entirety of Aburame Ichizoku, and Obito would’ve been dead if he didn’t use Izanagi during their battle. All in all, Konan was a total badass, and I wish she would’ve enjoyed more screen time.

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Blue Eyed Angel - tdgal1 - Arrow (TV 2012) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Characters: Oliver Queen, Felicity Smoak, Thea Queen, Walter Steele
Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers, UST, Olicity Hiatus Fic-A-Thon
Summary:

At a masked event at Verdant Oliver Queen meets a mysterious woman who takes his breath away.

Thank you, @thebookjumper for this lovely #OlicityHiatusFicAThon and @Rua1412 for allowing me to use your lovely artwork.  I know I used a different one that you expected.

@hope-for-olicity / @victoriapolicity  / @anitachiesa  / @almondblossomme /  @miriam1779  / @lovethishealthylife  / @malafle / @memcjo​ / @jojo121894   / @bitchwhwifi 

@mel-loves-all   / @smoakqueenalways   /   @dearvin

@oliverfel4 /  @vaelisamaza  /  @quant-um-fizzx​  / @storyteller0311  / @laksagirl  / @snowflurryflake  / @c0bra5nak3  /    @nalla-madness​​

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Hello everyone! A huge thank you to everyone who participated in our first event.

Our second event will center around Astoria. You can take any approch you want. Who was the mysterious woman who changed Draco’s life, yet died far before her time? What kind of mother was she to Scorpius? How was her relationship with her sister Daphne? The possibilities are endless.

To participate, create anything you want about Astoria. Draw her, write about her, make a collage, do whatever you want!

The tag for this event is #ccastoria. As always, we will also be checking the general net tag. There is no deadline for this event. Have fun xx

- Scorpion Queen

Are Dragon Age 2 and Fable 2 the Same Game?

Of course not, that would be silly.  But they are eerily alike.  Don’t believe me?


You start right off the bat with your character.  You can be a man or a woman, but no matter what, you are a human with the name of a bird.

Okay, how does this tale begin?  Well, to put it simply, no matter what you do, your sibling dies in the prologue.

But that is mere emotional background for this tale.  Your true adventure begins when you encounter a mysterious older woman, who is named in myths going back hundreds of years.  She tells you what to do, and for good or ill, you must follow her directions.

Despite your losses, you’re never alone, as you have your faithful canine companion to help you!

And off you go, to explore the world and engage in combat with lots and lots of waves of very similar enemies.

That’s just the set up.  Both games emphasize choice and you will have a lot of hard ones to make.  You won’t be making them alone, however.  You will team up with a strong angry redheaded woman, a mage whose escaped from a tower, and a selfish yet skilled and sexy pirate, all who will chime in with their opinions on your every decision.

Years go by between plot critical missions.  You grow and the world grows with you and your choices.  No matter what you do though, you can’t really avoid becoming famous.  Everyone you encounter knows your name, and for good or ill, you are a pillar of the community.  This doesn’t mean people won’t still ask you to do fetch quests or simple bounty hunt missions - it simply means you’ll probably still do them despite being rich enough to retire.


Despite all the branching, a few things are still eerily similar.  Remember that mission where a necromancer collects various dead body parts and assembles them together in order to create his one true love?

Also, there are stupid hats.

I rest my case.

{Part 6} I Can Save You // Jay Park

Originally posted by jayseattle

Pairing: Jay x Reader

Genre: Drama / Angst / Fluff

Summary: You meet with Jay and a mysterious woman. You learn the importance of decisions and choices, and having the freedom to make your own.

This scenario contains slight mentions of abuse and manipulative behaviour - talks about whorephobia and stigma.

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3} {Part 4} {Part 5} {Part 6} {Part 7}


A part of Jay had already decided that you would never pick up the phone to call him. He had secretly accepted to himself that he completely scared you off to the point that he would never hear from or see you again, so upon hearing your voice on the other end of the phone; he felt an unbelievable weight get lifted from his shoulders.

“(Y/N)…I was so worried about you. I didn’t think you would call” he replied nervously as he quickly walked towards his car, letting himself in and closing the door, sinking down into the driver’s seat. He thought to himself “It’s so good to hear her voice again. Not as babydoll, but as (Y/N)”

“I didn’t think I would be calling you either, trust me” you chuckled light-heartedly, hearing Jay mimic a similar sound back through the phone. “Look, Jay…I’ve done a lot of thinking since…well, since everything happened. I just…I don’t know what to do. Part of me feels like an idiot, and the other part of me feels sorry about the way I spoke to you. And I am…sorry.”

“You have absolutely no reason to apologise to me. I came on too strong and that’s my fault. I’m part of the reason why you’re in this mess and I want to help you in any way I can.” Jay uttered almost instantly, placing his free hand on the wheel and leaning his head back on the seat. You blinked several times – completely agreeing with him but not knowing how to respond so directly. You couldn’t agree more that if Jay hadn’t of interjected the way he did, none of this would have happened – but you also couldn’t deny that if he hadn’t, you would still be in the same situation as you were previously, being none the wiser.

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Missing Shield (4/4) [Ft. Reader x Captain America]

Summary: When Captain America is injured on a mission he loses his shield. When he goes looking for it, he’s surprised by who has it.


Originally posted by sheisraging


Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3


“You’re alive!” Sam said with tears in his eyes.

“No thanks to him,” you teased as you pointed to Steve, who was looking between the two of you with a puzzled expression.

Sam walked into the room and stood in front of you, he couldn’t believe it was really you.

“Well are you going to hug me or not?” you asked and Sam wrapped his arms around you and swayed from side to side as he cried. You fought back tears as you rubbed his back gently, you knew he would have so many questions.

Steve watched the two of you as clung to each other, it was clear that there was something between the two of you. If he was being honest he was jealous of Sam but he had no right to be, he didn’t even know you. 

He felt a little out of place as about two minutes passed and Sam was still holding onto you for dear life, to the point that you were starting to have a hard time breathing.

“Sam, you have to let go or at least loosen your grip because I can’t breathe,” you breathlessly said.

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What Fairytales Don’t Tell You - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Jason / p. 2 / p. 3 Tim / p. 2 / p. 3  Dick / p. 2 / p. 3   Bruce   Damian /  p. 2 / p. 3

Prompt: (Props to the anon who gave me the inspiration for this) I’ve really fallen in love with this big and you’re gifted writing! I just finished reading the majority of the Soulmates AU and noticed that everyone but Bruce has a continuation. Are you planning to do a part 2 for him? I think there’s some good material to draw from because of how you wrote it. Like maybe the first time his s/o discovers he’s batman after patrolling around her neighborhood or something. Anyway! Just wanted to say I love the content you produce on here!! :)

The first time you saw yourself on the cover of a tabloid you had to do a double take. You quickly grabbed the paper and examined it, still convinced your eyes were deceiving you. ‘Who is the mystery woman?’ the headline read. The photo underneath the headline was of you and Bruce dancing at the gala in your borrowed dress. Shaking your head in shock you put the magazine down pulled up the hood on your hoodie and tried to get out of the grocery store without being noticed. You succeeded that time but as time passed you were recognized more and more around Gotham.

All of Gotham was speaking about you. Everyone and their mother wanted to know who the mystery woman was who stole Gotham’s top bachelor’s heart. Suddenly your name was on everyone’s lips. [Y/N] the woman who stole the Prince of Gotham’s heart, [Y/N] the real world Cinderella, [Y/N] Gotham’s future princess. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intimidated by the sudden spotlight. You assumed it would blow over quickly and people would settle down but you were wrong.

You assumed it would blow over quickly and people would settle down but you were wrong. Word was on the streets that the papers would pay a pretty penny for a picture of the happy couple or even just you. That painted a target on your back.

A few weeks into dating Bruce the Paparazzi started getting relentless. When they swarmed the two of you when you were out on dates Bruce could easily shield you and guide you away but he couldn’t always be around you to protect you from them. Bruce wanted you to stay at the manor while the whole mess died down but you insisted on staying at your own place for now. You didn’t want to uproot your entire life because of some nosy photographers. You had absolutely no idea the lengths the Paparazzi would go to.

You were walking from where you parked you car on the street to your apartment when a swarm of photographers surrounded you and started hounding you with questions and bright flashing lashes. You tried getting away but they had you surrounded.

Suddenly a dark figure swooped in and lifted you away from the swarm. You scrunched your eyes as the mysterious figure soared with you across the city’s rooftops. You didn’t open your eyes again until you felt solid ground under your feet. You looked up at your mysterious savior to see that it was the fabled Batman. He looked so much more handsome than you imagined he would.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a deep modulated voice.

“I’m fine. Thank you for saving me.” You thanked your savior graciously. “You know, when my soulmate warned me that photographers can be vultures I didn’t believe him.” You said sitting down so that your shaking legs wouldn’t give out on you. Batman stayed silent and just looked at you. “My soulmate, he’s a wonderful man and I love him more than anything don’t get me wrong but this life of his, the spotlight, it’s a little overwhelming. For crying out loud just a couple months ago I was just some girl from the Gotham slums! This isn’t supposed to be me! I’m really not all this important, I swear.” You said gesturing back towards the direction of your apartment where no doubt the swarm of photographers were waiting for you to return.

“You’re wrong.” He spoke up suddenly. “You’re more than you believe yourself to be and you mean more to him than even he probably knows.” He advised sagely.

“Huh. Batman, the relationship councilor.” You laughed under your breath. “You probably have better things to be doing with your time than sitting here giving me relationship advice.”

“[Y/N].” He whispered your name with uncanny familiarity.

“How - How do you know my name?” You stuttered, a little bit surprised at the sound of your name on this mysterious man’s lips.

“There’s something you should know.” He said hesitantly, his hands moving underneath the edge of his cowl. He pulled away the mask from his face to reveal the someone you were all too familiar.

“Bruce?” You whispered in shock. Your hand subconsciously lifted to touch his cheek, as if you didn’t believe your eyes.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now but I couldn’t find the words. I’m sorry.” He apologized, his voice no longer altered by his cowl. He seemed genuinely apologetic and you were left feeling conflicted, your mind not quite sure what to make of realizing your boyfriend was Batman.

“Oh.” Was the only words that came to mind when you opened your mouth to speak.

Oh? Is that it?” He asked puzzled at your response.

“I - I don’t know. I’m not sure how to process all of this.” You blinked slowly your eyes racking down his form, landing on the black symbol across his chest.

“I suppose that’s understandable.” He said. You hands trailed downwards to rest against the bat symbol that you were so accustomed seeing in the Gotham night sky.

“Can I see it?” You asked suddenly, looking up at your soulmate with an enthusiastic smile.

“See what?” He wondered his hands moving to take hold of yours that was still resting on his chest.

“The fabled Batlair or whatever!” You said excitedly.

“You want to see the Batcave?” He clarified with a raised eyebrow.

“Of course! Can you show me, please?” You pleaded. “There’s no way I can go back to my place tonight anyway so instead you can spend the rest of the night explaining all this to me.” You said gesturing along his body. Bruce relented and for the rest of that night he showed you everything there was to this secret life of his.

When the two of you pulled into the Batcave in the Batmobile (the freaking Batmobile) you noticed Dick showing his girlfriend some self defense moves while Damian, Bruce’s teenage son who you had met some time ago, provided less than helpful colorful feedback. Jason and his girlfriend were sitting together in front of a large impressive monitor working on something that looked important and probably very much dangerous. Tim sat working in a corner fiddling with some piece of technology while his girlfriend sat next to him occasionally handing him tools and pieces.

“Is everyone involved?” You asked Bruce incredulously.

“Now that you are here, madam, yes. Tea?” Alfred asked appearing next to you. You were suddenly feeling a little bit faint. This was all so much so fast.

“No … I - I think I just need to sit down.” You say. Bruce procured you a seat and guided you to sit down. Once you were safely seated he crouched down in front of you and took your hands in his.

“Are you alright, [Y/N]?” He asked with concern. You gave him a reassuring smile and caressed his cheek with your hand.

“I will be eventually, just give me some time darling.” You swore gently. He softly squeezed your hand in his grasp and nodded.

“Take all the time you need.” He reassured in a gentle tone.

“I love you Bruce. This doesn’t change any of that. I hope you know that, right?” You whispered firmly. You leaned in a placed a soft kiss to his lips which he returned with equal tenderness.

“It doesn’t hurt to double check.” He said with a small smirk playing at his lips.

“Well I do love you, you giant lovable jerk.” You said and emphasized your words with another kiss to his lips.

“Good.” He said, suddenly scooping you up into his arms bridal style. “Let’s get you to bed. You’ve had quite the day.” He insisted walking you out of the cave and towards the entrance to the manor. You giggled at an absurd thought that occured to you as he walked you to the bedroom.

“I can see tomorrow’s papers now, darling. ‘Wayne girlfriend having an affair with Caped Crusader’. We’ll be the talk of the town again.” You laughed at the absurdity that one of the photographers from before might have caught a picture of Batman whisking you away into the night.

“As if we weren’t already.” He joked with a smirk as he placed you on the bed and crawled in after you. Bruce Wayne or Batman this was the man you loved and nothing on this Earth, not his secrets or the paparazzi or whatever else would be thrown your way would ever make you want to leave him.

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[[ Request: imagine where you become affiliated with the club (sorry I can’t think of how, maybe doing a favor for another club??), and you fall for juice, but you don’t know anyone or their names – imaginative with descriptions ]] - I couldn’t think of a good reason you became affiliated either, so I just left it super vague. 😂 I figured it wasn’t that relevant to the storyline anyway lol.

You walked towards the SAMCRO clubhouse, placing your sunglasses on top of your head and wondering what questionable life decisions you must have made to find yourself here. Your eyes caught the reaper painted on the wall as you walked up to the main door, and you sighed loudly. Growing up in Charming, you had heard about the club your entire life, and you were always told to stay away. The Sons of Anarchy ran Charming, that much you already knew, and you had heard stories about them from the time you were a small child. But you had never listened to the stories. It was just small town gossip. Besides, you had never shied away from a little rule-breaking. Then through a serious of random events that you could hardly remember, you had moved away from home and met Nero Padilla. He had helped you through a rough patch in your life and had loved you like a daughter, and now you owed him big time. So when he needed a new bookkeeper for his escort service, you had agreed to help him out without hesitation. What you didn’t know at the time was that Nero and the Sons had formed a little partnership. So now here you were, walking into the SAMCRO clubhouse like you somehow belonged. 

“Hey, baby, can I help you?” a tall, slim man with dark, curly hair and piercing blue eyes asked you. He looked you up and down with an expression that told you he wasn’t exactly thinking the purest of thoughts. You felt a chill run down your spine. You could have sworn those eyes could see right through your clothes.

“I’m looking for Jax Teller,” you answered, returning the man’s gaze with a strong, determined stare.

He nodded his head, his eyes studying you for a few more seconds.“Yeah. I’ll go get him.” 

You gave him a polite smile and watched as he walked away. You let your eyes glance around the clubhouse. You noticed an entire wall dedicated to mugshots, and you tried your best to keep your eyes from rolling into the back of your head. You sighed and wondered again how you had ended up here. 

“Hey,” a tall, muscular blonde said as he approached you, his eyebrows raised and his mouth turned up into a confident, charming little smirk. Your eyes studied him carefully, sizing him up for a moment before you said anything else. You noticed yet another set of gorgeous blue eyes and thought sarcastically to yourself that blue eyes must be some sort of requirement to be a Son. 

“You must be Jax,” you responded, allowing your eyes to return to his. You held out your hand. “I’m Y/N.” Jax shook your hand and watched you carefully, clearly trying to figure you out. You looked out of the corner of your eye to see the curly-haired man staring at you with a disgustingly intrigued look on his face, but you ignored it. “I’m a friend of Nero Padilla,” you explained, turning your attention back to Jax. “I recently took over the books at Diosa.” You flashed him a coy smile. “I think we’ve got some things to discuss.” 

Jax nodded his head and smiled at you. “I guess we do.”

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You walked through a pair of heavy wooden doors into a small, dark room. Your eyes flickered over to the middle of the room to the large wood table, a reaper carved deep into its center. You glanced around the room, noticing the “Brains Before Bullets” sign hanging on the wall. You circled the table, choosing a seat near the head of the table, upon Jax’s insistence. You already knew who Jax Teller was, even if you had never seen him before today. His reputation preceded him in Charming, and everyone was well aware of that fact. Your eyes followed Jax as he took a seat at the head of the table, his fingers toying with the gavel in front of him as he watched his men file into the room. Their faces were serious and stone-like. You could tell they weren’t sure what to think of you. You were some mysterious woman who had just showed up at the clubhouse unannounced, prepared to discuss Diosa business with their president. You couldn’t blame them for being a bit wary of you.

You turned your eyes to the doorway and watched as the leather cuts began to fill the room. Your eyes panned across each man that walked into the room. You watched an attractive older man enter the room, his hair messy and greying. His facial hair was neatly cut and groomed. You couldn’t help but notice the scars on his face, and you wondered how he had gotten them. Your eyes moved to the next man, the same curly-haired man from earlier. He flashed you a devilish smile as he took his seat at the table beside you. You sighed and turned your eyes back to the door, watching the rest of the men file into the room. But one man in particular caught your attention. 

As soon as he walked through those doorways, your eyes lit up and your heart began to race. He stood tall, but not quite as tall as the rest of the men. He wasn’t small by any means, though. You could see the muscles of his arms rippling under the short sleeves of his white t-shirt. You could tell he was strong. There were several tattoos running the length of his arms, but the reaper is what caught your eye. You imagined to yourself what those muscular, tattooed arms would feel like as they held you. You found yourself wishing you didn’t have to imagine. His skin was the most beautiful shade of light, tanned brown that just made you long to touch it. His hair was shaved into a short, neat mohawk, and he had two tribal tattoos running down either side of his head. On any other person, that mohawk and those scalp tattoos would look ridiculous, but somehow on him, it looked amazing. He took a seat at the table across from you. He must have noticed you staring at him, because he flashed you a light, friendly smile that made you melt. His brown eyes crinkled up into little slits when he smiled, sending butterflies soaring through your stomach. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had made you feel this way. Vulnerable. Nervous. You were always so strong, so powerful. You never let yourself be anything but fiercely strong. But this man had you feeling weak in the knees. There was just something about him that made you immediately feel drawn to him. And you didn’t even know his name. 

“I want you all to welcome Y/N to the clubhouse,” Jax announced, smiling warmly at you, as if he were speaking to an old friend. “She’s a friend of Nero. She’s taken over the books at Diosa.” He looked around the room at all of his brothers who were nodding their heads as they listened. “She’s got some stuff to talk to us about.” He turned to you and nodded his head towards the men all gathered around the table. “Y/N, you wanna take over?” 

You nodded your head and cleared your throat. “Sure.” You glanced at the man with the mohawk one last time, licked your lips, and smiled. Your little attraction to the biker boy would just have to wait. It was time to get down to business.

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“Hey.” 

You stopped as you stood in the doorway of the clubhouse, your keys in your hand and headed towards your car. You were lost in your own thoughts, and you hadn’t even really realized it. You wouldn’t have admitted it for all the money in the world, but truthfully, you were thinking about the biker boy with the scalp tattoos. You hadn’t stopped thinking about him for a single second since you had first laid eyes on him. You sighed and turned to look behind you, wondering who had interrupted you from your pleasant little daydream. Your eyes were met with those familiar brown eyes you had been avoiding for the entire meeting and thinking about ever since. They were just so captivating, you couldn’t stand to look into them. You felt jittery every time you did. 

“Hey.” Your heart was racing, your palms were sweating, and you were strangely aware of every movement and sound you made. You started to hold out your hand in a polite gesture, but you pulled it back quickly when you noticed how it was shaking. You smiled nervously and casually wiped your sweaty palms on the side of your jeans, hoping he wouldn’t notice. “Y/N.”

“I know.” The man smiled at you, his entire face wrinkling in delight. His smile was contagious. Every time you saw it, you could feel your own face begging to erupt into a smile of its own. “I’m Juice.” He nodded towards the bar, the huge smile still present on his face. “You wanna grab a beer with me? Maybe we can talk?”

You bit your lip and flashed him a mischievous smile. “Yeah.” You took him by the arm, watching as his eyebrows raised in pleasant surprise. “I’d like to get to know you a little better, Juice.” 

Juice’s smile widened as he lead you towards the bar. You returned his smile, thinking to yourself that maybe you did belong here after all.