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Isaac- It Scares Me Sometimes

Request-  Can u do an imagine where isaac and the reader are besties and the reader tells him shes in love with him but hes scared to ruin the friendship but then during a pack fight the reader almost dies and isaac tells the reader he loves her

A/N- Sorry I’ve been MIA lately. I’ve been working on Shake It Off (which the first chapter of is almost finished!!) and been busy with school. Enjoy!

“What’s that one?” Isaac asked you, pointing to the stars above you.
You were camped out on the roof of your house with your best friend by your side, picking out the constellations. Normally you would have been inside watching a movie for your friday night hangout, but it was getting warmer, so you had pulled him out the window, nearly giving him a heart attack.
“Ursa Minor,” you explained.
“What’s it supposed to be?”
“A bear,” you told him, pulling your thin cardigan tighter around your shoulders.
Isaac glanced over at you, his blue eyes concerned. “Are you cold?”
“A little.”
“Come here,” he said, holding out an arm.
You swallowed and wiggled closer, pressing up against his warm side as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He leaned down closer, talking softly in you ear and unknowingly allowing his breath to tickle your cheek. “How is that supposed to be a bear?”
“It’s from a myth,” you said. “Something about a bear and a jealous goddess. At least I think so. Stiles would know the whole thing.”
“Since when do you spend time with Stiles?”
“Well I had to find someone to entertain me while you were in France for a year.”
“Y/n,” he said quickly. “You know I-”
“Relax,” you told him softly. “You know I don’t hold that against you. You did what you had to do.”
“So while I’m gone my best friend replaces me?”
“Temporarily,” you told him with a grin. “But you’re back, so it doesn’t matter now.”
Isaac smiled, raising his eyebrows at you. “Don’t act like you didn’t miss me.”
“Mm, I don’t know,” you said, pretending to think. “I mean, like, sometimes I noticed you weren’t around, but-”
“Y/n!” he whined. “You are so mean to me.”
You laughed. “Cry about it Lahey.”
Still laughing, you wriggled out from under his arm, heading back toward your open window.
“Where are you going?”
“Oh I don’t know,” you told him. “I was thinking I might go find Stiles and ask him about the-”
You shrieked as Isaac’s arms wrapped around you from behind, his fingers dancing across your ribs. “Ah! Stop!”
Isaac paid no mind to your half-hearted protest, and soon you were on your back on the roof, squirming as he tickled you.
“Okay! O-okay! Jesus, I-I was kidding!”
Isaac chuckled and pulled his hands away, placing them on either side of your head. “That’s what you get.”
“You are so cruel,” you whispered breathlessly.
“You’re cruel,” he fired back. “Ditching me for Stiles. As if I could ever live without my best friend by my side.”
“I was just going to leave,” you said with an eyeroll. “I mean, not really, but what if I had?”
“My heart would break,” Isaac told you seriously.
“You’re a dork,” you said, moving to get up.
You thought Isaac would understand and move away, but you found yourself rising and almost headbutting him.
“S-sorry,” you stuttered, well aware of how close you were.
Isaac shook his head slightly, not saying anything, and glanced down at your lips. As if pulled forward by the gravity of the moment, you suddenly leaned in and pressed your lips to hiss, having no idea what you were doing.
Isaac melted into you for about two blissful seconds, and then he suddenly jerked away as if you had stabbed him. His blue eyes had taken on a wild, terrified quality, and you flinched.
“Isaac? What’s wrong?”
He backed away from you, suddenly feeling trapped on the tiny roof. “We…we shouldn’t have done that.”
“Oh, okay, sorry,” you said quickly, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. “That was my bad, you don’t have to-”
“I’m gonna go,” he interrupted, glancing down at the ground. “I need to go.”
“-worry about it,” you finished softly, but he was already jumping straight off your roof.
You watched him hit the ground with grace and take off down the street, jogging away as if he wasn’t leaving you behind. A sick feeling began to wash over you, heavy and dreadful in your gut, and you fought the urge to cry.
“What the hell did I do?” you wondered to yourself, but you already knew the answer.
You had just ruined everything.

“Lydia, I don’t know what happened,” you told her the next day, trying to fight tears in the passenger seat of her car.
“I do,” she said. “You kissed him, he freaked, and then didn’t know how to respond and just left.”
“He hates me,” you groaned. “God, he’s my best friend, and he hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Anyone can tell he’s adored you for years.”
“As a friend.”
“As more,” she insisted. “And honestly, do you think the best time to talk about your relationship problems is right before we go into battle?”
“Now or never, right?” you asked.
“I guess so,” she said with a sigh. “He probably just didn’t know how to react. I mean, maybe he was worried about ruining your friendship.”
“I think I have that part covered,” you grumbled.
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself,” she scolded. “Isaac will get his head out of his ass eventually. For now, we can try to save Mason from crazy werewolf-druids.”
You nodded, and sobered up at the thought of what was to come. The sacrifice Scott, Stiles, and Allison had made over a year ago had woken up the nemeton, which was now acting as a Beacon for every kind of supernatural creature imaginable. It had drawn things to Beacon Hills, one of those things being a pack of werewolves who were heavily involved in some ancient occult practices.
It just so happened that these practices were neither peaceful nor friendly, and not the kind of thing you wanted in your quiet hometown. After Lydia dug up some old text claiming that cult power could be drawn from sacrificing an advisor of a local pack, the pack had rushed to protect Deaton, not realizing that Mason had been a pretty vital advisor himself.
Scott knew that this whole thing, meeting them in the woods to “negotiate”, was probably nothing more than a trap, but if things ended badly, you figured you could all fight just your way out of it. That was how most of your plans ended anyway.
“Okay,” you told Lydia. “I can do this. This is about saving Mason.”
“Right,” Lydia chirped. “And you don’t even have to look at Isaac. Besides, it shouldn’t take long, and then we can focus on you.”
You nodded, wholeheartedly believing her words as you headed toward the preserve. Unfortunately, they couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

“Y/n, get Lydia out of here!” Scott roared to you.
You ducked a blow from a druid and darted your eyes toward the Alpha, but he was already wrapped up in a fight of his own. You snapped your leg up and kicked the druid in the face, all the while scanning the forest for Lydia.
The whole clearing was alive with chaos. Stiles and Liam were going two on one with claws and a bat a few feet away from you, and over by the giant tree stump, Mason was struggling to break the rope around his wrists and ankles. Malia was brutally breaking the arm of a druid close to Scott, but another one was headed right for her. Isaac was fighting hand to hand with one too, but every spare second he got, his gaze would flick to you. You finally found Lydia, and you heaved a sigh of relief.
She was limping from a cut on her leg, and backing away from a curly-haired druid with glowing yellow eyes. You sucked in a sharp breath and pulled a knife from your boot, sending it flying toward her. It hit her square in the back, apparently in the perfect place, because she dropped to the ground in a heap.
You landed another hit to the guy you were fighting, hard enough to cause him to drop to his knees, and then you ran. You headed toward Lydia, breathing heavily, and snatched her by the arm. “So much for not taking so long.”
“Poor choice of words,” she remarked weakly.
“Come on,” you ordered, pulling her to toward the cover of the trees.  
You hurried as fast as you could, but a sharp, tearing pain in the side of your leg caused
you to scream. You dropped to the ground, almost taking Lydia with you as you clutched at the arrow in your leg with shaking hands.
“Y/n!” Lydia cried.
“Go!” you shouted at her, yanking the arrow out of your leg.
Normally you never would have pulled it out. Arrows did more damage going out than they ever could going in, but if you were going to fight the druid coming toward you with a crossbow, you had to be able to move.
“But-” Lydia protested, her green eyes wide.
“I said go!”
She took off limping through the trees, thankfully out of view of the druid.
You stood up, gritting your teeth against the burning pain in your leg and cracking your knuckles. The druid who had shot you, a tall woman with blonde hair and a sick grin, walked toward you. You expected her to come closer and start fighting, but instead she pulled the trigger on the crossbow.
You gasped as you felt the arrow going into your stomach, and you looked down in shock. Your fingers moved to the wound, soon staining red with the blood pooling through your shirt. You dropped to your knees, just as you heard someone scream your name.
Isaac was running toward you, having knocked out his own adversary, and he took down the woman who had shot you in about two seconds. You heard the distant snap of her neck as you slowly slid to the ground.
You were lying on your back when Isaac loomed into your vision, crying out your name frantically. “Y/n?! Y/n?!”
“I-I’m sorry,” you managed to choke out. “I ru-ruined e-everything.”
“No,” he whispered, placing his hand over your bloody, trembling one. “You didn’t. You didn’t. I was the one who ruined things. Please, Y/n, just-just…Y/n?”
But he didn’t get to finish what he was saying. You wanted to listen, to hold onto the hope that maybe he was right, and maybe you hadn’t lost your best friend, but you felt yourself fading. You knew you were losing a lot of blood, and you just couldn’t stay awake anymore.
You drifted off listening to Isaac’s frantic voice, and the last thing you saw was his terrified, blue eyes staring down into yours.

You were dying of thirst. That was your first thought when you opened your eyes, and when you tried to take a dry, choked breath from where you lay in your hospital bed.
“Lydia-” you croaked, your eyes landing on her pale face.
She sucked in a breath and jumped out of her chair, grabbing for a pitcher of water and a cup from the nightstand. She quickly filled it and placed it in your shaky hands, and you took a large gulp.
“Thanks,” you whispered, shooting her a soft smile.
“You scared the hell out of us!” she cried, softness empty from her voice. “What the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking I would fight for my life,” you told her, cocking an eyebrow. “Is Mason okay?”
“Yeah,” she breathed. “Isaac slipped out of there before they saved him and found me by the cars. God, I can’t even imagine how I looked when I saw you in his arms. You didn’t even look like you were alive.”
You swallowed. “And the others?”
“They managed,” she told you. “It also helped that I called Satomi, and her whole pack showed up to help.”
“That’s awesome,” you said with a grin.
“Liam wasn’t too happy that Brett helped save his best friend’s life, but I’m sure he’ll get over it.”
“So…where’s Isaac?”
“He’s pacing outside in the hall, probably listening to everything we’re saying.”
You frowned. “Why?”
“He feels guilty,” she explained. “He thought he made you hate him.”
“Hate him? Why would I hate him? He can’t help how he feels.”
“See, that’s the thing,” Lydia continued. “He doesn’t actually-you know what? He should explain this to you.”
She sighed and stood up. “I’ll be back later.”
“Wait, Lydia-” you protested, but she was already heading out the door.
If you listened carefully, you could hear her talking quietly, and then, you didn’t need to listen at all. Her angry voice rang out through the door, clear as a bell.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” you could hear her demand. “Go talk to her, you idiot!”
Seconds, later, a sheepish looking Isaac shuffled in, flashing you a small smile. You sat up, letting out a hiss of pain, and he was instantly by your side. He placed his hand over yours, veins turning black as he took your pain, and you sighed.
“You don’t have to do that you know,” you told him.
“I want to,” he said softly. “I hate seeing you in pain. You know that.”
You were silent, and you looked away, pretending that the threadbare hospital sheets were a lot more interesting than his guilt-ridden face.
“Y/n,” he whispered. “Please, look at me.”
You glanced up. “Isaac, you don’t have to-”
“I’m not going to say anything I don’t want to say,” he cut you off. “The other night…I freaked. I’ll admit it. When you kissed me, it wasn’t like I didn’t want you to do it, but I realized that if it went that far, it could go farther. What if we dated, and then-and then we broke up? I’d lose you, Y/n. I’d lose my best friend.”
“You were scared of losing me, so…you ran away?” you asked.
Isaac looked away. “Seems like I do that a lot.”
You sighed. “Isaac, I’m not mad at you.”
“You’re…you’re not?”
You shook your head. “I’m not. I just…I want you to tell me how you really feel.”
Isaac sank down on the side of your bed. “Okay. I’ll tell you. When I ran away from you that night, I was scared, but not as scared as I was when I saw you with that arrow in your stomach. I was terrified, Y/n. I thought you might die, and that if you did, you’d die thinking that I didn’t love you. But I do love you. I love you so much that it scares me sometimes.”
You stared up at him, speechless at his words. You had spent years imagining all the ways Isaac could tell you how he felt, never once believing that it would actually happen. Yet here you were, sitting in that hospital bed, listening to him gush about the things you had always dreamed about.
Before you could finish, he reached out and tilted your mouth up toward his, and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. Whatever you were planning on saying flew straight out of your head, and you closed your eyes as his fingers roamed over your cheek. When you opened your eyes and parted, a smile graced your lips.
Isaac tucked some hair behind your ear, and kissed the top of your head. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest, tucking your head under his chin.
“Isaac?” you whispered, causing him to pull away and glance down at you.
“Me too,” you told him, snuggling back into him. “I love you too.”

Head over heals

A/N: THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE! Requested by an amzing anon! I enjoyed writing this! Thank you so much! I did take some inspriation from the song Satisfied from the broadway musical Hamilton.

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: Bit of Language

Summary: Love is hard, especially when you are in love with the same person your best friend is currently fawning over.

Originally posted by black-little-demons

“Y/N we are going to be late!” your best friend, Sarah, yelled at you. You sighed to yourself and threw your hair up in a simple pony tail. You personally didn’t like going out to night clubs at all but it was Srahs birthday so you kind of had to do it just this once.

“Coming,” you shouted as you grabbed your small hand bag and cell phone. Your heels made a loud clicking noise as you walked down the stairs. You pulled at the terribly short and tight dress that Sarah made you wear aggainst your will.

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ashenrenee  asked:

Percy/Pansy for Beauty and the Beast "Barely even friends, then somebody bends, unexpectedly" please and thank you I love you!

Tagging @hollowg1rl too since the prompts were similar.

Percy/Pansy. CoffeeShop AU 

“She’s rude.”

“And hot.”

“And rude.”

“Oh come off it, Perc. Just look at her!” Percy bit back a scoff and submitted to his brother George, glancing over at the dark-haired young woman sat sipping her ‘grande single shot 4 pumps sugar free peppermint nonfat extra hot no foam light whip stirred white mocha’. It was always the same complicated order, her red lips rattling it with an almost bored expression nearly every morning before adding her name, Pansy, to the end of it with an eye roll.

Which he was sure she knew everyone in his shop not only knew her name but knew exactly how to make that exact order ever since an anonymous complaint came to the cooperate office on his staff being unable to make custom drinks. He knew it had come from her and had to hold back the urge to spit in her coffee most days, however attractive she might be, an urge he blamed entirely on his brother’s mischievous influence. The very same brother who was currently digging his elbow into his ribs.

“Just ask her. Ask for her number and I’ll leave you alone.”

Glaring back at him, he asked, “Why? Why should I even bother? I don’t like her. She’ll say no and she’s-”

“Rude, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it, mate. But I also see you sneaking looks at her all the time. Go on and ask her out already! I’ll drop it if she says no.”

“And clean the bathrooms?”

“Ughh, yeah alright. You ask her and I’ll clean the bloody bathrooms.”

He wouldn’t admit how often he had practiced that night asking Pansy if she wanted to grab dinner. By the time she entered, wearing her usual leather jacket and large, dark sunglasses despite it barely being light out, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from blurting it out before she could give a few sips of coffee in her. None too patiently he waited until he could tell her cup was half gone, thankful when he noticed it was so he could start his plan. Grabbing a scone with a napkin and walking over to her table, he took in a deep breath and said, “Er- excuse me, miss.”

“Pansy,” she curtly replied, not bothering to look up from her phone.

“Yes, of course. Pansy. My name is Percy, I’m the owner of this branch and I wanted to offer you a complimentary scone this morning.”

This time she did look up, pulling her glasses halfway down her button-tipped nose to peer back up at him. Percy smiled hesitantly in response, shifting slightly from one leg to the other as they just looked at each other, neither speaking a word for what felt like an eternity. He could feel sweat gathering on his upper lip, a terrible nervous response he hated but he simply couldn’t make himself wipe it away. Instead, he kept standing there his blue eyes locked on her dark brown ones.

“Fine. You may take me to Lumiere’s tonight. They only have one seating tonight so I expect you to arrange a reservation and be there to meet me 15 minutes before service. Wearing something much nicer than that.”

He blinked, unsure of what on earth to say in response. “Um…thank you?”

“Don’t thank me yet.” She shoved the glasses back into place and took the scone from his hand, effectively ending the conversation.

Still confused and a bit dazed, he turned back towards the bar where George stood watching with both hands covering his mouth to prevent his loud laughter from being heard. Percy glared back at him and then flashed him an uncharacteristic thumbs up that quickly turned into the rudest hand gesture he knew once he heard the dark-haired woman call back. “Oh, and tell your brother he still owes me a lifetime of free drinks card for this.”

Late trainee

Word count; 1,6k
Ship/characters; Blackpink x reader
Genre; Idol/Trainee
Pronouns; she/her

Requested by; anon

“We what?”, Jennie went.

“You guys help out a female trainee”, their manager said.

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idowhatimust  asked:

“You are my sunshine” ((i'm so sorry friend :'D ))

Send me “You are my sunshine” for my muse’s reaction to yours dying in their arms

Jesse could have shot her. He saw her, the tall woman with long, sleek hair, dart behind a pillar for cover. He could have ran after her. He could have killed her right then, and ended it. Even as he watched her lean out, exposing herself to get the kill shot, he couldn’t move.  The realization had hit McCree like a tidal wave and he was drowning and suffocating in his own breath.

Hanzo was pinned, his back to the sniper, fending off another foe at close range. Jesse inhaled as the woman’s finger moved to the trigger. His own hand flew to his revolver but the motion felt like he was moving through wet concrete. Hanzo’s name burst from his throat, but he wasn’t even sure it was comprehensible, just that it was terrified.

Hanzo turned, startled, to look at McCree, eyes wild with adrenaline turning into an expression of worry when he registered the cowboy’s desperation. Their eyes met, gaze unflinching even when the shot rang through the air. Hanzo’s body jerked and stiffened.


A window behind him shattered as the bullet that had just passed through his body continued on its ruthless path. The archer looked to find the sniper, eyes locking on her as she retreated, her mission complete. His eyes returned to McCree. He took one step forward, two, and then the blood began to flow. Red and fast, pouring from the hole in his chest and leaving a sticky trail on the ground.

McCree didn’t remember starting to run, but he found himself sprinting to Hanzo just as the man stumbled and collapsed. Jesse was vaguely aware that he was saying something, repeating Hanzo’s name over and over, as if the mantra would heal the fatal wound out of sheer will. He dropped to his knees, arms encircling Hanzo and pulling him to his chest, cradling him. The archer tried to inhale but his punctured lung was already filled with blood. The only sound was a choked gurgle as red began to leak from his mouth, staining his lips. 

No no no no no no

Hanzo was fighting. God, he was fighting. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough to stop the black from overtaking his vision like spilled ink, taking over everything except McCree’s face. Jesse

They wished they could share some heartfelt last words, but neither could speak. Jesse choked on his own breath and Hanzo choked on his own blood. Hanzo shivered, shuddering, as his lungs tried to expel the liquid, but it was too late. He jerked again, and then it was done. He hung limp in Jesse’s arms, once sharp gaze now blurred and glazed over.

McCree’s throat began to burn. He didn’t understand why. When his other senses finally kicked in again he realized that he was screaming. Yelling. Cursing. Sobbing.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Angela. She looked solemn and shaken, trying to get to Hanzo’s body to examine him but McCree wouldn’t budge. He held on tight. He screamed something so harsh at her that she flinched backwards.

Don’t. Touch. Him.

Angela said something into her com, and soon more allies appeared. Whispering. Staring. Some with horror at Hanzo, others with pity at Jesse. It was Morrison this time who tried to separate the two. McCree yelled some more, but eventually his strength gave out and he let Angela lift Hanzo up while Morrison kept a firm grip on Jesse’s arms as he fought weakly. Morrison ordered him back to the safehouse, but he just stayed on the ground, drenched in Hanzo’s blood.

It should have been me.

The Man Who Could Fly - or Very Nearly.

Title: The Man Who Could Fly - or Very Nearly.
Characters: Hanji Zoe x Levi
Genre: Drama / Humor / Romance
Rating: T

Levihan Week Day 3: Feathers / Wings

It took a second to process, so unexpected was the sight. Despite the names he liked to tease her with: “clumsy giant” and “shit-for-vision”, in action, Hanji was as quick and graceful as they came.

Shaken free, the steel grappling cable snaked past, whipping at the air. Beneath it, Hanji fell. Head knocked back and arms dangling loose at her sides, she dropped, unconscious.

He didn’t think. Instincts honed sharper than a knife’s edge commanded his limbs to move.

Release. Pivot. Dive.

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Red Thread IIII

A/N: I hadd to take some time for school, and I was so excited to give you guys this chapter because you guys have been so nice. So, here it is! All mistakes are my own, Constructive criticism is always welcome!  

Pairing: Hanzo/fem!reader

 Angela looked up when she heard the noise form the medical room. She took off her glasses then stood up and made her way to the room only to watch you run out of the medical ward in a frenzied hast. 

Angela ran after you out the door only to stop when she lost sight of you. The blonde ran back in and look at the three who were gaping in shock.

“What did you three do?!” she barked at the three making them flinch.

“Junkrat may have told her how long she has been comatose for…” Hana murmured as Angela’s eyes widen. 

“Do you know what you have done?!” The trio hung their heads. 

“Athena!” she shouted towards the roof.

“How can I be of service, Doctor?”

“Tell everyone our ward is on the loose! She is scared and more than likely cant see anything. Tell them to proceed with caution! Also, be mindful of touching her; her immune system is weak! She cant get sick, not now!” the doctor ran around collecting the things she would need when they had found you.

“C-can we help?” Jamison asked timidly. Angela gave them a look that they would never forget. “I believe the three of you have done enough!”

the member that we present at the base quickly dispersed after the message was delivered over the over-com to each member who was there. Genji left to look at the back of the base where it was mostly abandon. Although, it seem unlikely for you to be here it was better to look than not since no one had found you yet.

The entire area was dark, making Genji switch on his night vision on his visor as he walked though a door way with a large room. He looked around the room to find nothing disturbed other than a chair that looked like it had been run into.

He walked passed the chair towards the staircase that followed into the next room. He would have missed you completely if it wasn’t for the facted you sneezed..very loudly. The green man looked back at the junction of the stairs. You were backed up in a corner where the stair case met the wall.

You were hugging you knees, shaking making sniffing noises. Your white hair was still damp.

Slowly, but surly Genji made his way over to you. Cautious to not scare you but to make his presence known so you wouldn’t scamper off in fear.

“Please don’t come any closer..” it was just above a whisper but the green ninja had caught it.

“I’m not here to harm you.” he tried to assure but you didn’t acknowledge it. After some time you uttered nothing more, he pushed his chance to move closer. 

When he got close enough to your small form he sat down next to you, crossing his legs. You both sat in quite silence for some time before either of you said something. 

You looked over at him. He was wearing armor but it was too close to his figure to be armor. Not only that, he glowed with circular marks that were all over his body..

“Why are you wearing such tight, glowy armor?” you sniffed out staring at him with you head still on your knees. Genji turned his head to look at you; you had eyes of a blind man but if you could see him that could not be the case.

“This ‘armor” and I are one of the same person.”

“Like a parasite?” you asked innocently.

Genji let out a loud chuckle at your question. You were like a young child without the knowledge of the world you we currently in which was true in more was than one.

He answered. “No, it is my body.” 

“Like, a prosthetic?” you asked with wide eyes with the new knowledge.

“In a way but not to that extent.” You nodded at him. 

“Why are you sitting alone in here, you should be resting in the M. ward?” the man chided you.

Your eyes immediately started to tear up at his question. You then turned your head back into you knees. 

“I-I miss my family!” you croaked out into you knees loud enough for the man to hear you. He kept quiet so you could continue to vent.

“I wasn’t supposed to wake up 600 years later when I fell in! The proto didn’t have the power to kept up for that long, maybe only for a few days at most! The diamond couldn’t be sustained for that long!” you grabbed your face to hold it.

“I’ve woken up in a time that doesn’t belong to me! The people I cared for are long gone only I’ve been left behind!”You sobbed uncontrollably

“I-I feel so alone…”

Genji stared hard at you, he knew that feeling being in a place that you didn’t belong. Suddenly, the feeling of a hand encase around your shoulder to pull you close. 

“I may not know to the extent of the feeling you have of being alone but I do grasp the concept of it.” His hand rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. 

“I was, ah, how do you say it. The ‘black sheep’ of my family. I was alone even if my brother was there and we were close. I wanted something different than what my brother wanted. In turn I lost everything, even my body, but something gave me another chance. Even when i feel like I don’t belong. I always look at that second chance for comfort and I know I’m in the right place.” 

The man gently grabbed you left hand and brought it up to his visor to look at our finger. Even though he didn’t voice it, Genji knew where he had seen this color thread before.

“When we found you, this thread was sick, small, and barely hanging to life.” he put your hand back down and looked at you.

“Look at it now. It may be tangled but it is long; almost complete even. The color is returning at you get better. You might be in a world that isn’t your own but there is someone you is destine for you. Waiting for you. Along the way you’ll meet people..”

“The stinging of losing the people you love will never truly go away because they were there and you did love them. But it does get easier to cope with the loss.”  

You stared at this man. The wheels turning in your head at his words of wisdom that made out insides shake. he was right. 

You nodded at him and looked forward into the dark, the man did the same.

“uh..My name is Y/N” you spoke softly as you wiped your face of the tear marks.


“is your brother here? In this..base?

“No, I do not know where his is but i know he lives.” 

“whats is name?” you cautious asked.


“Hanzo” the name rolled off your tongue; it felt familiar.

The coldness of the room seeped into your clothing causing you to shiver. this escapade of yours wore you out. pain settled in you lower ligaments the cold making it numb but not enough to usher the pain away.

Genji hooked his arms around your legs then lifted himself with you in his arms off the ground. Once he was up he made his way out of the room back towards the medical ward.

You couldn’t see much, but after a long while you heard the swish of doors proceeded with a gasp. You turned your head over to see a man in a cowboy hat with a poncho with a dark haired woman in the room. 

Angela shot up off one of the chairs running over to you both. “Oh thank gott! What were you thinking?! You could have gotten hurt,caught a virus, or..or something bad could have happen!” She flung her arms in the arm while raising her voice higher and higher. 

You cringed at the loud noise but you felt as though you deserved it.. This woman had been nothing but kind to you and you took off. You could understand that she was upset.

The dark haired woman walked over the doctor grabbing her shoulders. “Angela,don’t be upset with her. She is in a hard place right now and you raising you voice isn’t going to help.” Angela let out a long sigh looking from her to you. 

“I apologize, I was just worried about you.” her brown eyes looked at you with sincerity. 

“I…I am sorry..I..”

“Now, enough of that darlin’. We know why you reacted the way you did and it isn’t your fault. No one would have reacted well with that type of information.” The cowboy walked over with a small smile. 

You looked at him for a long hard while. “I..I want to get better..”

The group seem to lighten up at your determination. “And…I would like to apologize to Hana for shoving her over.”

Angela clapped with joy as she watched Genji put you back in the bed“Yes! We can arrange that mien Liebling!” 

You looked over at her “Y/N…Please call me Y/N”


The first chapter of Cheese Buns and Bad Puns

Peeta quickly closed his computer when Annie walked into the room.

She snorted as she opened the fridge. “Porn in the middle of the kitchen, baby brother? How brazen! I thought only Finnick did that.” She took out a block of cheese and started cutting off slices.

He opened the computer slowly once more. “No, I’m watching something else and I wasn’t in the mood for any of Finnick’s lewd commentary.” He typed in his password at the home screen. “And I’m older than you, so stop calling me baby brother.”

“By two months.” She finished making her snack and sat down beside him. “So what is the great Katniss of slings-and-arrows up to today?”

“Blindfolded target practice. It’s a viewer challenge. Katniss is going first.”

On the small screen a slight brunette woman dressed in a forest green t-shirt and a pair of hip-hugger jeans stood aiming her shot while a woman with blonde hair teased to the heavens stood behind with a bit of cloth. Her name was Effie, if Peeta remembered correctly. She was in another one of Katniss’s videos assisting her with holding things or handing off extra arrows.

“Okay.” Katniss said.

The other woman tied the bandana around her head and the archer took her shot. It went wide and the arrow imbedded itself in a tree.

You can read the first chapter on FFN or AO3.

I would love to hear what you think of this!

cherry-ontop  asked:

HAHAHAH shot of tequila

Send a shot of tequila for my muse to mistake yours for someone they’re in love with.

A smile graced Abel’s lips before he tipped the shot glass back and drained it of its alcohol. Rarely did he ever get the chance to relax, but seeing as his errands were completed and the Sols had not been stirring much trouble with the Corsicans lately, one look at the bar was enough for Abel to give into his need for a night to himself.

However, there were only two people he never minded intruding in on his personal nights - and one of them happened to be standing just a couple feet away from him.

Walking up to the figure, Abel danced playful fingers alongside the curve of her hip while his other hand found its way in dark hair that felt…different. Questioning the texture of this woman’s hair was immediately shot to the back of his mind, however, in favor of inhaling intoxicating perfume and pressing lips to the side of her neck.

Mon lapin…” Abel murmured, teasing kisses up to her ear when suddenly the warmth of her body left his grasp. 

The next thing Abel registered through his haze were dark red lips curved in a smirk, and then a face that was distinctly not Bunny.

“About time, lover boy.” Cherry wrapped her arms around his neck, red lips leaning in close to whisper against his skin. “But I come with a price, even for you.”

“…sorry, I thought you were…” Abel mumbled, eyebrows furrowing as his gaze focused on Cherry’s now widening eyes, watching as the realization dawned on her. Scoffing, Cherry pushed him back, causing him to stumble slightly.

“Don’t ever compare me to that vermin.” Cherry spat, rolling her eyes at the miscommunication. 

When Abel got his bearings, he felt the teasingly slow swipe of a finger underneath his chin.

“When you finally open your eyes and realize how low your standards are…” Cherry pouted, batting her eyelashes and curved her finger, flipping long hair over her shoulder as she turned to walk away. 

“…come find me, and you’ll understand how good a woman worthy of a king feels.”

dragonshost  asked:

ItaSaku + coffeshop au

Itachi Uchiha wondered if it was possible to break biology.

He had seen physics broken more times than he cared to count (being in prolonged contact with Naruto Uzumaki tended to make one question whether or not physics was just a fake science developed to make students cry), but three weeks into the first term of his third year at the University of Konoha and Itachi was questioning whether or not biology fell into the same category.

At this point, he wasn’t even sure if science was real.

How was it possible for such a tiny body to hold so much caffeine every day without tearing apart at the seams?

“I need a large dark roast, tripe shot espresso,” the pink-haired woman in front of him told the barista.  It was the exact same order every day, and without fail, every day the barista’s eyes would bulge a little and he would repeat the order, just to be sure.  When she would nod impatiently, the barista would lock horrified eyes with Itachi, who would blink impassively and turn back to the display of muffins to decide what he would select today.

Little did the barista know, every day, Itachi was just as horrified as he was.

He just did a much better job of hiding it.


The rich smell of coffee made its way up to his nose before his chest started burning.

“Oh, God, are you okay?” the pink-haired woman asked.  Despite the urge to swear as she had before, Itachi merely nodded and pulled his soaking wet shirt away from his skin.  A quick glance down revealed angry red burn marks that would certainly start peeling over in a few days.

He sighed softly.

“I am fine,” he said.  “I apologize for your coffee spilling.”

Green eyes blinked in disbelief.  “I burned your chest and you’re apologizing to me?”

He shrugged.

“My name is Sakura Haruno,” she introduced herself.  “I’m a health science major here, first year.  I can treat your burn.”

“Itachi Uchiha,” he replied smoothly.  “Political science, third year.  I am fine.”

“Let me amend my statement.  Hi, I’m Sakura.  I’m gonna treat your burn in the bathroom.  Now,” she said firmly, taking his free hand and tugging him towards the back.

Itachi was right.  It was entirely possible to break biology.

There was no other explanation for why his pulse seemed to pick up in that brief moment.

Roadhouse Rage

Requested: {Hi, can you do a one shot where you’re a hunter who’s been dating Dean for a while, and he decides to introduce you to Ellen Jo and Ash, and Jo ends ups disliking you because she’s jealous that Dean loves you? Thanks!}

Note: I hope you like it! Thank you so much for requesting this, it was fun to write:)

Characters: Dean x Reader, Ellen, Jo, Ash

Word Count: 1810

Warnings: none

“It’s just a few more miles.”

“Hey, I’m good. Those Milk Duds hit the spot.” Dean grins as I pat my belly, pretending to look bloated. Despite the fourteen hour drive, it has been a fun trip. Relaxing and uneventful, both of which are words hardly ever used in our lives.

“You’re gonna love the place. And Ellen- you’re gonna love Ellen.”

“Just hope she likes me.” I toy with a piece of frayed leather from my seat, feeling those butterflies awaken in my stomach again. I had been putting off this trip for months now, ever since Dean had suggested I mean his ‘extended family’, and they meet me. I’ve heard way too much about them to not be nervous, and I know how much Dean looks up to them.

“They’re gonna love you, okay?” Dean reaches over and pats my knee. “Don’t worry about it.”

Easier said than done, but I give him a smile and force myself to focus on the positive. What’s the worst thing that can happen? They hate me and we move on. But will their opinion change how Dean feels about me? My stomach twists at the thought.

We have been dating for nearly six months, but of course we’ve known each other for much longer. After a hunt gone wrong, we’d joined forces and become a team. Shortly after that, Dean and I had started dating, and I have a feeling that it’s getting to be very serious. Hence this long drive to meet these people.

A few minutes later, and the Roadhouse comes into view. It’s daytime, so there’s only two trucks parked outside. The front door and windows are open to let in the fresh air. Dean parks the Impala outside and turns to me with a big smile on his face.

“Are you ready?”

“I feel like I’m meeting the parents.”

“Relax, it’ll be fine.”

“Easy for you to say.” I mutter, climbing out of the car. Dean walks around and takes my hand securely in his. I’m grateful for his support. We walk up to the building and step inside. There’s only two customers, two guys, sitting at the bar quietly drinking beers together.

An older woman is cleaning shot glasses with a white cloth, her dark brown hair falling past her shoulders. She turns at the sound of footsteps and a slow smile causes her brown eyes to crinkle.

“Dean Winchester, as I live and breathe.”

“Hya, Ellen.”

Ellen comes around the counter and wraps Dean in a hug. It’s quite touching to see someone care about Dean in that way. Ellen seems to have assumed the motherly role in his life, and I’m glad.

“Jo! Look who’s here!”

A blonde headed girl comes in through a back door. Once she sees who it is, she runs across the room and throws her arms around Dean. This is less touching then watching Ellen. While Jo is much younger, I can sense a fondness in her being that goes beyond sisterly love. Warning bells go off in my brain, but I remind myself not to judge and that they are just friends.

“Alright, Jo, don’t squeeze him to death.” Ellen laughs.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were coming?” Jo playfully punches Dean on the shoulder, smiling up at him.

“Just decided at the last minute. Plus I wanted to surprise you.” Dean turns and smiles, directing their attention to me. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet-”

“Dean! Good to see you, old buddy.” A middle aged man steps into the room, and judging by his hairstyle, I figure this is Ash. He slaps Dean on the back.

“Hey, Ash.”

“You’re just in time. Little bird told me about a case down in Virginia, sounds just like-”

“Ash,” Ellen cuts in, looking exasperated. “Dean didn’t come alone.”

“Sure, sure, Sam can help too.”

“No, idiot,” Jo’s eyes are narrowed as she looks at me. “He brought her.”

Dean steps away from them and puts an arm around my shoulders. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, my girlfriend.”

Ash gives a low whistle, which makes my face burn. “Boy, you snagged yourself a nice one.”

“Mind your manners.” Ellen extends her hand to me, which I shake firmly. “Good to see Dean’s finally found himself someone. I take it you’re a hunter.”

“Oh yes,” I give Dean’s hand a squeeze. “I love hunting. Deer, moose, bears….”

At the surprise and fear in their eyes, I hurriedly continue, “I’m just kidding! Yes, I am a hunter, been one all my life.”

Dean is laughing at the relief on all of their faces. Well, not all. Jo has a look on her face that reminds me of sucking on lemons.

“And she has humor.” Ellen smiles then. “Good job, Dean. Come on and sit down. Y’all hungry?”

“For your cooking, always.”

Ellen goes to the kitchen, while the rest of us sit down at a booth. Dean and I on one side, with Ash and Jo on the other. Despite my previous decision to give Jo the benefit of the doubt, I can’t help but feel uneasy as I watch her look at Dean. Like he’s some kind of prize and she’s set on winning it. He’s oblivious to it, thank goodness.

“So how did you two…” Ash waggles a finger between the two of us.

“Meet? Well, that’s a story- do you want to tell it or should I?”

“Oh, you go ahead.” It warms my heart to see Dean so happy and at ease. He goes into the tale- which is really just that, a fable and hardly close to what actually happened. I don’t mind. Dean’s version is much more exciting.

Ash gets a few laughs out of the story, and Jo echoes his enjoyment, but it’s forced. She ignores me completely, focusing only on Dean. By the end of the story, Ellen returns with steaming plates of food. It is the best food I’ve ever tasted.

“Mrs. Harvelle, Dean told me you were a good cook, but he didn’t do you justice. This is terrific.”

Ellen smiles and I think her chest lifts a little in pride. “Glad you like it. I’d give you the recipe, but it’s an old family secret and meant to stay in the family. Maybe if you and Dean…”

I turn to Dean, clasping my hands together in a beseeching gesture, “Will you marry me? I HAVE to have that recipe!”

Everyone laughs, except for Jo. She is finally looking at me, and if looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. I try to give her a smile, but she looks away. Maybe I can talk to her later.

When everyone’s done eating, Ellen starts to clear the table and I hurry to help.

“You don’t have to do that.” Ellen says, waving me off. “Jo can help me.”

“No, really, I’d like to help.” I stack a few dishes and carry them into the kitchen. Ellen and Jo follow, filling the sink with hot, soapy water. Mother washes while daughter dries, so I go back out to get more dirty dishes.

As I come back with an armload, I can hear the ladies’ voices getting louder as their conversation picks up.

“I don’t care how you feel about it, it’s done.” Ellen’s voice sounds tired and frustrated. “They’re happy together. It’s mean to be, there’s an end to it.”

“Come on, Mom, we don’t know anything about her. You’re just going to let Dean fall in love with someone who could probably be a siren or a demon?”

“Joanna, that’s enough. She’s not a siren and she as heck ain’t a demon. Dean’s smarter than that. Now this needs to stop. Besides, Dean is much older than you are.”

I sigh and take a few steps back so they won’t know I was eavesdropping. I shift the dishes so they clank, then walk into the kitchen. Jo refuses to meet my gaze, but Ellen offers me a smile.

“Will you and Dean be staying in town tonight?”

“Yeah, we’ve got a motel down the road.”

“How long will you be staying?”

“I’m not sure. I’ll have to ask Dean.”

Jo slaps the dish rag onto the counter and storms out of the room.

“Jo Harvelle!” Ellen calls after her, but it does no good. She sighs and shakes her head. “I’m sorry about that. Don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

I’m not one to beat around the bush. I like clearing the air and settling things as soon as possible. Less drama that way. I mutter something about being right back and head in the direction Jo had. I find her outside, tossing rocks at an old shed across the yard. Judging by the force used to hurl those stones, I figure she’s seeing me and not the shed as her target.

“Hey, Jo.” She ignores me and picks up another rock. “Can we talk?”

“I have anything to say to you.”

“Yeah, you’ve made that clear.”

“What do you want?” She turns and faces me, her expression wrinkled in a frown. She would be so pretty and cute if she’d learn to smile.

“I want to talk. Let’s see, what could we talk about? Oh, I know, let’s talk about how cold it was back in the Roadhouse. Or who those rocks are really meant for.” I have to work hard to keep my tone free of sarcasm. Experience has taught me not many people respond well to it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Jo, sure you do. You like Dean, I get it.”

Jo’s eyes narrow. “You don’t know what you’re-”

“Yeah, I do. You’ve got a crush on Dean, and everyone knows it. It was cute for a while, now it’s not. He’s moved on and found someone else. You need to do the same, Jo.”

“You have no right- no idea what’s going on!” Jo looks ready to cry and, really, that’s the last thing I want. “You don’t understand!”

“Sure I do. I went through the same thing when I was your age. And I can’t fault you for taste. But Dean is a lot older than you, and honestly? he thinks of you as his sister.”

“That’s not true. We’ve done a lot together, been through a lot. He just needs a little time to figure it out.”

“Sweetie, he has figured it out. And he’s moved on. He’s got me.”

“Not if I have anything to say about that.”

The other day I mentioned that I was working on a Rebels AU where Padme is still alive (but only a handful of higher-ups in the Rebellion know about it). So, here’s one of the altered scenes from Fire Across the Galaxy:

“The protocol has changed,” said a female voice, and a Togruta woman descended the ladder, dressed in archaic Jedi armor, her lightsabers displayed prominently at her hips. She was then followed by a slender, middle-aged human woman, streaks of silver shot through rich brown hair that was pulled back into an elegant braid.

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anonymous asked:

how about something with the avengers' first reactions to bucky? or how they'd come to accept him, if ever?

Hawkeye. 2002.

“The asset will meet you there,” Coulson told him. “Do not engage with the asset.”

It was a weird order but the guy did good work. He never removed his face mask or the black goggles, never spoke to any of the team, never asked for anything.

Clint recognized the one word he said during the whole mission, under his breath, when the target happened to turn right as he was lining up his shot.

Clint knew a woman with red hair who had cursed like that once.

Bruce. 2011.

Bruce saw a quick glimmer of light on the roof across the street from his lab. It was a bright spot in his eyes. He closed them and winced away from it. He looked back a second later and saw nothing but empty space.

Two days later, he had more to worry about than the reflection of sunlight on a piece of metal.

There was an official report somewhere that said, “Winter Soldier: MIA, June 10th-13th, 2011.”

Someone wrote in pencil in the margin of the report: “Rumors of supersoldier serum in development overheard. Be advised: asset unstable in relation to previous life.”

Tony Stark. 1985.

The Winter Soldier waited at the bend of a dirt road for the car to skid and swerve. Once it crashed into a nearby tree, flipped upside down with its wheels still spinning uselessly, he walked calmly up to it.

The man had died instantly behind the wheel, but the woman was gasping in wet breaths. The Winter Soldier counted.

The child was not there.

He crouched down next to the dead man’s face, upside down in the mangled car.

He reached out and closed the man’s eyes.

The woman’s breath petered out; her eyes fluttered close on their own.

The Winter Soldier reported to his superiors later that the boy had been nowhere to be seen. In truth, the Winter Soldier had walked the three miles up the dirt road to stand outside a brightly-lit house with big, shiny windows. He’d seen a boy running up and down the hallway of the second floor, rolling by on rocket-powered roller skates.

The dead man’s eyes stayed in the Winter Soldier’s mind, watching him.

He let the boy live.

Thor. 2015.

For a man who was no man, who had walked as an angry god among his worshipers once, forgiveness is a fickle thing. It is both easier to deliver and harder to hold. For a man who had felt the pain of betrayal so deeply and waited so long and so eagerly to forgive, it came easily.

“Come,” said Thor into the silence of the room. “I would see whether your arm of iron can best mine of flesh.”

Bucky Barnes blinked. His stance was still frozen in parade rest, ready and expectant for rebuke.

Thor sat at the meeting table between Natasha and Tony. He gestured to the empty chair across from him between Steve and Bruce. He placed his elbow on the table and beckoned.

“…did I just get challenged to an arm wrestling match?” asked Bucky. “With a god?”

And the ice of mistrust had been broken. Tony leaned back in his chair and put his feet on the table. Clint took his hand off his sidearm.

“You get used to it,” said Bruce, pushing back slightly to make room for Bucky.

Took my daughter (8) to Ghostbusters today. Let me tell you, this is an amazing movie.

The dialog isn’t perfect. There are plot holes. But that doesn’t matter.

What matters is that this is an awesome movie about bad ass women being real.

We have a fat girl who is shown eating. Repeatedly. And there’s never a joke about it. Let me repeat that. We see women eat and they never comment on what they’re eating or being self conscious about it. I’ve never seen that in a big budget movie. “I shouldn’t be eating this” or “this is going to go straight to my thighs” doesn’t happen. There are jokes about food, absolutely, but they’re jokes about food. Not jokes about girls eating food.

We have women in what is as far from sexy of clothing as possible. The biggest badass fight scene shows a Tankgirl-esque BAMF kicking ass in a dirty cover-all. No tight shot on the butt. No flowing perfect hair. No cleavage shot. Just a woman fucking shit up to save her friends and her world.

Let’s talk about that. There’s no romantic subplot. This isn’t some princess being forced to save her prince. This isn’t some tiger mom saving her children. These are women who are fighting for their friends and for their city. Because it’s the right thing to do and they know that they’re the only ones who can do it.

The only important male figure is a send up of women in action films. He’s a ditz. He’s eye candy. He’s a sex object. He’s every April O'Neil, every Buttercup, every Kelly Bundy that girls are subjected to time and again in TV and cinema.

Make sure to keep an eye out for cameos. There are two big ones missing, one for sad reasons and I’m not sure on the other. But they’re beautifully crafted.

There’s foul language. There’s scary shit. There’s a little bit of sexual innuendo (but surprisingly little). So be cautious with the little ones.

But this has the female role models we need our girls to have. They’re smart. They’re loyal. They’re sassy. They’re funny. They’re kick ass. They’re vulnerable. They’re real.

Go see it. If you don’t like it, then I’m sorry but I’d like to hear why (unless it’s “there are plot holes,” yeah they’re awful).

My daughter had this to say about it:

“It was awesome. It could be a little bit scarier in some parts but could have been scarier in other parts, but maybe not since I’m an 8 year old girl.

I loved the characters. I loved that they were all women. They don’t all have to be men and it shows how cool girls can be.

It’s a really, really, really good movie!”