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angelltheninth · 2 years

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An Assassin's Favorite Comfort

Pairing: Kate x Yelena

Tags: hurt/comfort, insomnia, cradling in arms, established relationship, crying, forehead kiss, hugs, touch-starved, cuddling and snuggling, angst, post-canon, breakfast in bed, protectiveness, grief/mourning

Word count: 0.9k

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A/N: This a fic for the Battlefield Exchange 2022. I saw the prompt and my mind was invaded by lots of wonderful ideas.

It's been a long time since Yelena had a nightmare about Natasha. One moment the two were smiling, sparing, drinking and laughing. Being family. And the next Natasha was gone, vanishing before Yelena's eyes. She was alone.

Yelena learned a long time ago not to scream. Screaming meant you felt pain, it let others know you felt pain, let them know how to make you hurt. Yelena never let others see or hear her hurting.

Of course it was easier when she was alone. When she didn't have to worry about waking up her sleeping girlfriend in 4AM just because of a little nightmare.

Kate slept beside her, breathing softly, her back turned to Yelena and a warm blanket falling off her shoulders, "You'll catch a cold my malenkiy yastreb." Yelena pulled the blanket up and leaned over to kiss Kate's cheek. The sleeping archer smiled in her sleep, snuggling further into the warmth.

Yelena looked at her for a moment, the mere sight elevating the pain in her chest. Natasha would have loved her, she was sure of it. With gritted teeth Yelena got out of bed, careful not to disturb Kate. She haphazardly picked up articles of clothing scattered across the floor, it'd be pretty hypocritical of her to walk around naked while chastising Kate for a blanket falling off.

In her haze she hadn't even noticed she picked up Kate's shirt until she was already sitting on the couch. She buried her nose into the comforting scent and let tears fall down her cheeks, careful not to sob too loudly.

At some point Lucky and Fanny woke up and hoped up on the couch to keep her company. She didn't fall asleep again. She couldn't. She was scared to.

She hadn't even noticed how long she'd been awake until she heard Kate calling her name, "Yelena? Yel? You here?" Kate's voice was still heavy with sleep. There was shuffling coming from upstairs followed by a quick tapping of bare feet against the wooden floor. "Yelena."

"I'm here." Yelena tried to give Kate her best smile as the archer approached the couch. Either her acting skills are slipping or Kate's getting better at reading her.

"How long have you been up? No offence but you look terrible." Kate sat in the small space between Yelena and the dogs. "Bad night sleep?"

"No. Just..." Yelena looked away, very aware that her eyes must look red and puffy from crying. "Didn't want to wake you up."

Kate frowned, "Why not? What's bothering you?" She wrapped an arm around Yelena's shoulder and brought her into an embrace, "Talk to me sweetheart." Soft lips pressed against Yelena's forehead, once, twice, "Please."

How can Yelena say no when Kate asks her like that, her words worming her way into Yelena's heart all over again. Kate was one to wear her heart on her sleeve. Which is why she would be a terrible spy. Yelena was an excellent spy. This was Kate, there was no need to her to keep her guard up with Kate. Kate was safety. Kate was trust. Kate was love.

"Natasha." Just speaking her sister's name made Yelena's voice crack despite her best efforts. The assassin let fresh tears fall, her face turned towards Kate's chest, "I saw her die. I saw her happy. We were happy. And then I saw her die." Kate's other arm wrapped around Yelena's back, holding her and listening. "I did not mean to bother you with this, Kate Bishop. It has happened before. I can deal with it on my own."

"Just because you can doesn't mean you have to. I'm here." Kate coaxed Yelena's face from hiding and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Yelena's eyes closed at the contact, pressing further into the comfort of Kate's touch and kiss. "What ever you need, when ever you need it, I'm here."

"Hmm... it's... hard for me to open up about these things. But somehow it's a little bit easier when it's you." Kate blushed, averting her eyes, fully away that looking at Yelena would only make her blush harder and her heart beat faster.

"Glad you feel that way Yel. Now..." Kate coughed, regaining some of her composure, "How does breakfast in bed sound? I can make mac and cheese, not exactly breakfast food but I know it's your favorite."

"Sounds lovely. Only one problem with your plan Kate Bishop. I am not in bed." Kate seemed to take that as a challenge. She smiled and hooked her hands under Yelena's thighs. Yelena quickly wrapped herself around the bubbly archer.

"I can fix that for you." Kate walked them both upstairs and to the bed, the couple laughing and exchanging little kisses all the way there.

When she put Yelena down Kate had a very accomplished look on her face, which made Yelena roll her eyes in mock annoyance, "Dork."

"Your dork. Now wait here. Mac and cheese with extra hot sauce will be ready in a few. And then I am gonna cuddle and kiss you for the entire day. No Avenger business, no missions. Just cuddles." Yelena was actually tempted to skip the mac and cheese and get right to kisses and cuddles from how cute Kate was acting.

"Okay." She replied with a dreamy sigh and fell back onto the bed, "Waiting for you."

Kate smiled, bent down for another quick kiss and ran into the kitchen to make food. Honestly Yelena couldn't wish for a better partner, both on missions and in life.

#bishlova #kate bishop #yelena belova #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #hawkeye fanfic

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lostquinn · 2 years

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HIIIII i just found your blog, quick question just to know how to request, do you write for male readers as well or just gender neutral? i'm a male reader myself but i don't want to make anyone uncomfortable and if u don't then i'll just request using gender neutral terms :]

What I can write!

I guess, idk, I woke up, it's 3am, I got excited about having my first ask lmao. This might be gibberish good luck

Hiyaaaaa, thank you so much for the ask!!

I can write pretty much any pairing, I mostly only started with gn reader cause it's normally lacking in fanfic in my experience (maybe I just suck at finding it lol I dunno)

I've currently got a few drafts saved up (just been busy, hence why I'm not up till 4am posting em anymore) and some of them will include m4f pairings so I would be delighted to even out the balance and do some m4m!

I'd want to do it properly so that it reads nicely and felt as loved as the rest of my work so I would have to look into masculine mannerisms and do a little research to make it high quality for all my boyos so it would take a lil longer but I can try to write it!

Styles/genres(?) Of writing I will except mostly include fluff, angst, hurt/comfort - all the cute shit that makes my bones rot yaknow? While I do have a single smut piece in the works, I will not be excepting smut asks so if you send one in it's likely to be ignored.

A piece of writing might take me 3-4 days to complete or it might take me one evening but it's more likely I'll work on any asks I receive then schedule them throughout the day and then just get back on with my Connor bullshit (it's mostly just fan service at the moment (I'm the fan))

Again, thank you so much for the ask, they're always welcome (unless I close them for some reason) and I look forward to writing more for the people that enjoy my writing and anyone who may stumble across my corner of the Internet.

As always, you can check my maasterlist for any fandoms I'm in (some have probably been left off so please do shoot me a message) and ask about any of those! I will not however write any content including a minor as an x reader piece (this is mostly only for amphibia and owl house) due to the fact I think that's nasty lol.

Lots of love, Quinn

#fanfic #x reader #anon ask #answered #answered asks #writers on tumblr #3 am rambles #love you to death

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alicemarion · 4 years

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@encompassingfear: ❛ close your eyes — i don’t want you to see me like this. ❜

dim eyes which have witnessed much terror already cannot be broken away from their silent fixation upon her father’s face, although he pleads that she avert her gaze, halfway begs her to continue to pretend that things aren’t as bad as they appear. but alice has always been too quick to notice the unspoken and the unseen, still too attentive to all of the little details. maybe she has always seen things as they truly are —— never spoken about them until it was entirely too late. but the time for talk had passed them by. after today, she is already aware that her father will never be the same as she previously remembers him.

of course he won’t. not with the flesh of his muscle peering out of his bare eye socket. but this is not the blatant difference which she recognizes. something else has changed within him, and will still change yet. she is aware she will be the only one to know for certain. when her father can’t remember her name, when he can’t remember what he has suffered for, what will she say to him then? alice unflinchingly stares back, but her shoulders tremble as she inhales deeply.

only one sacrifice had been unacceptable in her father’s life. a girl as wan and pale as a ghost, and just as near to death’s doorstep. in some ways, she is a mere shell of the memory he was trying so hard to hold onto. now, her presence won’t benefit him at all. he has done everything he can to protect her, at his own expense; had still failed to keep her safe. now alice is finally treated to a full view of the deterioration and stigmata she has inflicted upon him. her father’s one good eye is filled with guilt when he meets her gaze. the very thought of him feeling ashamed of the state he was in after saving her brings heat to her own eyes, stinging her throat and blinding her vision, full of anger and hurt, hurt, hurt.

❛ i can handle it. ❜ please let me do just one thing right. sentiment goes unspoken as she presses her lips together. alice reaches forward, grasps his hand in both of her own, tries not to swallow so hard as she unconsciously traces the lines in his warm palm. ❛ they said the surgery might take away your memories. ❜ what could be considered a living hell of an existence for a man who had lived so attached to his past for so many years. but perhaps it was a saving grace, his blessing in disguise. because of profit, paul marion had endured unimaginable horrors, total agony. it would be both freedom and forgiveness to forget.

countless apologies form on the tip of her tongue: for being a burden, for being so difficult, for not having enough time. long hair falls forward and obscures her tearful face. alice knows what she needs to say.

❛ even if you don’t remember us... know i love you. ❜

just maybe, for the two of them, it is enough.

#encompassingfear #ic.#answered.#it's 4am quick post ANGST #i'm sniffling don't look at me

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lilcoffeecup · 3 years

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Late night coffee and confessions

This is my entry for the fluff/angst Maribat April. This is the fluff piece to @onlyganymede-maribatedition‘s angst piece with the prompt of “I think I love you; You think?!” their fic was really good, I definitely would recommend checking it out. I’m really sorry for posting this late and for the short length but I hope it turned out okay. Enjoy :) @maribat-angst-fluff-april

Marinette had recently moved to Gotham a few weeks ago, after the disaster that was Paris, she had needed a fresh new start and Gotham was that for her. Growing up in a bakery, she wanted to keep a small piece of her past with her and that’s how she ended up becoming a barista at Café Levant. It was a small café, but the manager Micheal and fellow barista, Sera were both good people and made her feel not so alone in Gotham especially during the dreaded night shift.

Tim had always frequented to Café Levant when he wanted his coffee fix at 4am these days since Dick, Bruce, even the whole floor was trying to get him coffee dry, the traitors. Thought it was a nice walk and he always got himself a little a little treat and of course his love, his life, coffee. W.E was a little far away from Café Levant but worth the walk with the delicious chocolate croissants that were baked fresh daily there, and the nice baristas there even gave him the leftovers if there were any occasionally.

Just as Tim was walking in for his late night/early morning coffee fix while almost walking into the door, one of the newer baristas was making brewing a fresh pot. Marinette was her name; Tim was reminded by her a quick glance at her nametag and for a second Tim thought he was looking at a female version of him. With her having the same expression as his on her face, of not having had sleep in over a week, and of just being so done with everything that all that mattered was finishing the task at hand then passing out for a couple days.

Pouring the coffee into what looked to be a very large cup, and taking a long sip, Tim waited to place his order. “No offense but I’m not gonna greet you with the way too chipper ‘welcome to café levant bs’ because honestly its way too early to have to deal with that, for both you and me. So just tell me your order and wait right there for me to gather enough braincells to make your drink.” Marinette said pointed to a little further from the order station with a card name card type of tag saying ‘pickup’s’.

Tim blinked for a few seconds then seemed to become somewhat coherent again “Uhhh, can I have the darkest roast coffee please?” It was Marinette’s turn to blink, as far as she knew, she was the only one able to stomach the darkest roast that they had and everyone else ended up saying that they couldn’t except for that one guy the others had told her about. “Are you sure about that? Almost no one is able to stomach that, weaklings” Mariette ended up muttering at the end. “Yeah, I’m sure, and as large as you have with as many espresso shots as legal” Now Marinette’s mind was spinning and not just the 4am spinning, no like actually spinning because “if you want to copy my order then go ahead, it’s your funeral”

Just as Tim was about to reply, Riddler burst through the doors carrying a gun in his hand, “Give me all your money, c’mon empty the register NOW”. Marinette didn’t look the least bit frightened though she did look like she wanted to punch someone. Tim realized that the other two workers had stepped back, and so did he since he wasn’t Red Robin right now but Tim Drake-Wayne.

“Do you honestly have nothing better to do right now then rob a small-time café? And, rude much, I was clearly talking to a zombie like myself here and you just had to go and burst through the doors as if I would care” Marinette ended up saying in a bored tone while looking for a frying pan to smack Riddler over the head with. After successfully finding what she was looking for, she nodded her head in the direction of the back-area of the café to Tim “Just head on in there with Sera and Michael, I’ll be with you again in a moment”

For the second time since Tim had entered the small café today, Tim was almost sure that this was all a dream and not reality. Logically speaking, how would a petite little seemingly French not that he wouldn’t look her up on the Bat-computer later would be able to take on Riddler. Before he could protest though, he was ushered into the back by the 2 other workers and when inside and looking at his somewhat concerned face, started snickering “Don’t worry about little Mari, she packs more of a punch than one would think”.

A few minutes later, Marinette walked in with a half-conscious but fully terrified Riddler tied up screaming “Look at what you did! You made me drop some of my precious nectar, my coffee, you monster.” Riddler ended up blubbering “I’m sorry okay! I’m sorry! I’ll never rob this café again! Just please, please don’t hit me with your coffee pot, it hurts.” When she saw Tim’s still concerned look, she gave a glance at her co-workers and when they simply shrugged and started to walk back to the front of the shop to go back to what they were doing she ushered him back to the front

“Are you okay?”, Tim was simply shocked “Am I okay? I wasn’t the one who took down the Riddler, are you okay?”. “Yeah, I’m fine just kind of lost a piece of me with my spilt coffee” “Mood.”

“Anyways, here is your order, I made it just like mine so be careful, it packs a big kick” Tim took a sip “Oh my god! I think I’m in love, you are, hands-down, my new favourite barista! This reminds me of the coffee I used to be able to have before those traitors betrayed me and tried to get me coffee dry” Tim didn’t know if it was just him, but he thought Marinette’s eyes twinkled a little more after that. “Oof, that’s tough, my parents back home tried the same and let’s just say when they were unsuccessful, they didn’t bother trying again” “Don’t worry, I would be a hypocrite if I tried to tame your coffee intake because I’m the same”. Both Tim and Marinette ended up talking throughout the night, and both felt a spark. Marinette didn’t want to seem as pushing herself onto Tim and Tim didn’t know if Marinette would feel the same. In the end, when Tim was just about to leave, he gathered up all his courage and internally said goodbye to the amazing coffee and café if this ended up going south, then decided to say it because he didn’t want the night to end, he didn’t want to leave her. Marinette, seeing that Tim was meaning to say something hoped that it was what she wanted to hear.

“I think I love you”

“You think?!”

~fin.

#timmari #coffee shop au #as you can tell im terrible at fluff so sorry in advance #angst fluff april #maribat angst and fluff april #maribat #Mari and Tim are just so done and are gonna be coffee lovers forever #boba writes

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kibinkei · 3 years

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I love you, and I don’t want to.

based on the song “I Love You” by Billie Eilish.

Armin x Reader

cw: ANGST, cheating, cursing, ig a little bit of hinted smut... that’s about it.

summary: It started with kisses and went on from there, you later found yourself deeply regretting those “innocent” pecks, especially when you came to figure out that the blonde boy at the bedroom door who was watching your every move, was, for a fact, in love with you.

notes: Hi, hello, welcome to my first ever tumblr post! (Starting my journey off with angst lmao) I stayed up until 4AM to finish this and it’s... kind of bad. BUT ANYWAYS, my name is Nai, i’m still new to this shii and don’t really know how tumblr works but I hope you enjoy! (also, continuous italics mean past memories) Alright, continue on.

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You didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t, and you only realized that you did once you looked up to see the hurt and betrayal on his face. Wide eyes staring at you, not bothering to blink once, mouth open, brows slightly furrowed, he wasn’t even crying. he was in shock.

He was holding your maroon sweater you forgot at his place along with a beautiful purple flower which unbeknownst to you, he picked because it reminded him of his one and only love, the one person he could ever trust with his secrets, the one person who could actually understand him. You.

“Sasha, get back here! I’m gonna starve to death!” Connie yelled while he was chasing Sasha around, she had some of his food in her hand, by the looks of it, probably bread, or meat. She obsessed over both of course,

but especially meat.

“Come and get it looser!” She teased.

“Could you guys keep it down? I’m trying to write a letter here!” Jean exclaimed.

“Man it was just chaotic.” Armin thought to himself.

He let out a small sigh with a smile,

“Gosh if (Y/n) was here everything would get out of hand, I wouldn’t look back, I wouldn’t have any second thoughts, I would just goof off with the rest of them. With (Y/n).”

He scanned the room, partially out of curiosity and partially out of boredom.

A maroon sweater caught his eye, your maroon sweater. Since he had nothing else to do he thought he would bring it to you.

Armin was also a little bit concerned because you didn’t come today, you said you were pretty free.

“She probably just forgot.” he said to himself before announcing that he was gonna go for the day, he wanted to spend the rest of it with you. He was tired and was in need of your soft delicate fingers running though his hair.

The blonde boy earned a few waves and goodbyes before he shut the door and took a deep breath, smelling the fresh air outside. He admired the nature, and the sun which was just beginning to set, along with these things, another fragile item caught his eye.

A purple flower.

Purple was your favorite color, and even though there were so many colors to choose from, you chose purple. Just like these flowers, even though there were so many pretty flowers, he chose the one that reminded him of you.

“A-Armin...” you silently whispered, picking your head up from the soft fluffy pillow and gently pushing Eren off of you with your hands to his chest,

Once Armin heard your soft voice, he snapped out of his shocked state and slowly began to look down, eventually covering his face with his left hand as those warm familiar tears rolled down his cheeks.

He shook his head in denial while scrunching up his face as even more tears escaped his ocean blue eyes, he dropped your maroon sweater along with the flower that he picked out just for you and quickly began to walk down the stairs, to your front door without hesitation.

His soft blonde hair was slightly bouncing up and down as he took each step while wiping his tear-stained cheeks with his sleeve.

He was scared. He was scared that he let you down. He was scared that he wasn’t good enough anymore.

“Who am I kidding.” He let out a quick breath through his nose, laughing at himself.

“I never was good enough.”

“Eren, please, I think you should go.” You muttered softly while pointing towards the same door where Armin witnessed the love of his life making love to another.

All you could hear was a muffled response as your mind blocked out every noise except for your unsteady breathing.

You closed your eyes and all you could picture was the look on his face, those blue eyes slowly losing their light by each second he stood there, yeah, you saw that.

And you felt like shit for causing him pain.

Once you opened your eyes, you realized you were alone. Eren left and now you only had your frustration to company you.

With every growing second, you asked yourself why. why, why, why?

You ran your fingers through your hair and closed your fist on the victimized strands. Rocking yourself as tears slowly seeped out.

“why did I do this? I promised him.” you said to yourself, letting your memories take you back.

“(Y/n), would you ever, uhm, be with someone else if I didn’t seem like enough?” He looked up at your (e/c) eyes and you furrowed your brows, abruptly stopping your fingers from combing through his hair.

His head was on your lap, both of you sitting on an open field leaning against a nearby tree while looking at the sunset, the orange glow tinting both of your faces,

“What? Of course not... I love you Armin, you’ll always be enough.” You said before continuing your soft strokes through his luscious locks.

“Promise?” He still kept his gaze on your face, floating off into space and forgetting about everything else except for you.

“I promise.” you said, a small smile dancing on your lips.

That’s when Armin Arlert knew you were the one he was going to marry no matter what.

He loved you.

“But I don’t want to.”

He said to himself,

It was a miracle that he made it home safely with tears in his eyes.

He was sitting at his desk with an open notebook laying across the plank of wood, scribbling the words “I hate you.” over and over again until his arm started giving out.

But he knew that no matter how many times he wrote out those hurtful words, he would love you. Even if he didn’t want to.

Armin paused for a moment, before opening a new page and bringing his hand up to neatly write on the first line.

I love you, I don’t want to, but I love you.

#armin #armin arlert #angst #aot angst #aot #cheating #i love you #i almost cried while writing this #attack on titan #armin x reader #armin x y/n #aot imagines #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #armin season 4 #season 4 aot

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127princesskorra · 3 years

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If Only

— Korra x Fem!Reader x Asami

— genre: mainly angst, minor fluff

— Warnings: mentions of Death, describing blood, injuries and gore(in a way)

*comments: heyy so i’m sorry i’m posting this before any of the requests i got😭 but i had the urge to write this so forgive me but they’ll be out!! also if i missed any warnings in this please let me know i apologize if this bothered anyone or anything. One more thing if i could get some feedback please! and sorry if this is cringe too bc it’s 4am when i wrote this but i hope you all enjoy anyways!!!💙💙**

— Sumarry: When a Spirit that took human form recently has been taking humans and trapping them in a cycle of sadness of their life, into their own mind with no breaking from it. Even though Avatar Korra was saddened of not being able to save the rest of the poor people that got caught in this. Loosing Y/n wasn’t worth it either

“Oh? you’re here for this one, and that one?” The ‘and’ being dragged as the human-form of a Spirit pointed at Asami with their right hand, and harshly tilting Y/n’s head up with their left. “Let go of my friends, what did you do to them?” Korra yelled.

She was the only one in the room from her separated team on the other side of this maze of a house. Thankfully she had reached this room without any harm done to Asami and Y/n.

But the look on both of her friends face’s clenched at Korra’s heart. For she feared what the Spirit had done to them. All these people could think of right now is sadness the Spirit displayed for them.

Korra tried to run to them and check on them but was stopped

“Uh uh uh... Avatar” the Spirit grew a small wall of thorny stems, very similar to that of what holds a Rose.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to just barge in with out any announcement?” the Spirit pouted as they sat on what could be their “throne”. When Korra wanted to fire back verbally the Spirt had raised their hand and continued “listen, before you started.” “i know what you want.” the Spirit said.

Korra slightly raising an eyebrow, confused as to what the Spirit had in mind.

“But here’s the deal.” the Spirit stood back up. “You can have back these children of mine, but only... one.” the Spirit suggested and it only built Korra’s anger. “What do you mean one?” “These people aren’t yours to keep!” the Spirit let out a laugh and repeated

“Oh Avatar, i said you can only take one” the Spirit said and leaning their upper body forward with their hands on their hips. “W-what are you on about?!” Korra spit out. “i’m taking my friends and the rest of these people back to the physical world. where they belong” Korra continued as she whiped her arm around to show the Spirit, she meant all the people within the room

The Spirit sighed and faked a sad express. “You’re no fun Avatar.” they said as they turned only half way until they looked back to Korra “Fine! you can have both of girls” and swiftly the Spirit turned around and slowly went back to their chair but not sitting.

Korra being in the valid confusion she was, after what she had just saw. She took the opportunity to run to Asami to help her first, And she succeeded. But when she pull Asami into her arms to carry her, she suddenly heard a gushying sound and the world became all slow paced at what had just happened

The Spirit has clearly seen who Korra had chosen by who she went to first. That’s when the Spirit roated it’s fore arm into a quick circle and pointed their wrist upwards to show the back of their palm. The Garden Tentacles grew out quickly like thick hair, with the ends curlying, right before it stuck it’s target

but it was too late. the damage had already been one. When Korra looked back with fear spilling over her face, only yo see thorn tentacles that had already pierced Y/n and, in result letting her body slight tilt back from the pressure and impact of the stab. They were thick and most likely were going to leave lots... and lots of damage

“I told you.” The Spirit setting the arm down next to it’s side, and turning to the Avatar with their girlfriend in their arms tightly. “You only can take one.” Was the last thing Korra heard fromthe Spirit during the unbelievable moment she’s witnessing.

Y/n let out gasps of small cries as she could use only much of what is left of her life to look down her wound.

“Y/N!!!” Korra screamed, while holding her girlfriend close in her arms.

By the time, the tentacles had ripped back out of her, rocking her body the opposite way. It felt slow but painful, the fall backwards as she hit the cold dirt ground.

The spirit laughs, taking pleasure in seeing the Avatar’s face at the scene across from her. Korra takes Asami into her arms closer and picks her up with her other arm under her bent knees and, carries her to where Y/n is. Setting Asami next to her side. Korra picks now a Y/n that had blood all over her, the crimson color only kept growing and falling.

Holding Y/n close. “k-.. rra” the last syllable quickly turned into a gasp, and Y/n not being able to use anything within her to hold a complete sound.

As Korra clearly sees Y/n being in between the gates of the living and afterlife, she whimpers in her chest hoping to feel a stronger rise coming from it. Holding her even tighter to her. “I’m sorry”..the first becoming a whisper ”i-i’m so sorry”.

Y/n’s eyes almost the entire time weren’t always open but she could feel and hear everything around her still. Unknowingly to Korra, she smiles because she knows she may lose her life but at least it’s in the arms of who she loves. Y/n tries one last time. She tries, and she leans her head up along with her arm to reach for Korra.

“Korra...” a gentle voice let Korra’s head spring up to look at Y/n. “Yes.. what is it”, She says as she holds the hand that Y/n reached for. “...i’m here” Korra says, showing she’s in full attention with Y/n and holds her hand close to her heart.

Y/n and Korra had still only recently meet during the fight against the Northern invaders. Y/n was strong and didn’t allow for any wrong to be justified. Even if she was from the North herself. Y/n witnessed a lot of traditions with in the North that she could never just abide by.

She looked beautiful to Korra for how brave she was and didn’t mind getting her hands dirty, if it meant setting things straight. Y/n was smart and could quickly come up with a plan. For the way she was quick and clever, bending the element of Air was perfect for her.

Ever since then they’ve become close friends, and Y/n being add to Team Avatar, it all just felt whole and calming, like everything was okay.

And it could’ve been okay...if only Y/n wasn’t slowing slipping away.

The Spirt’s buisness here was clearly done. They needed to see some suffering from her “Children” but who knew one would die. With a giggle, in a foggy gas-like blob, it took the Spirit and the rest of the people it traped and got away, along with any trace about them. Korra looked up to witness them leaving and not being able to do anything about it. Her anger was all over the place, she didn’t know where to start.

Y/n had attempted to reach for Korra’s face but struggled, untill Korra’s attention was brought back to Y/n and helped her, held it close to her cheek. Y/n’s intented to wipe the water droplets coming from her glossy blue eyes. She didn’t want to see her like this for the last time.

Korra wanted to sob and cry and scream at the heart-warming gesture, but the whole moment went in silence. Asami still being unconscious from the Spirit’s spell.

Y/n knew it was either now, or literally never. So the young waterbender closed her eyes has tears slowly streamed down her cheeks. Took a deep breathe and let the whole world know.

“I love you...Korra.” was all Y/n could achieve to say, before slowly her head falling back and, being completely titled to the other side and closing her eyes for the last time.

Korra went into shock the whole time. Her eyes only widening even more as she watched in horror. From the confession to the sudden lifeless body she’s holding. Slowly it all came back to her and she cracked from one chocked sob to another.

Untill it all spilled out of her. Really soon the rest of the team including, Mako, Bolin, Tenzin, Lin and Opal and more. They all slowly take their own position as they watch the whole scene infront of them.

Mako and Bolin walk closer. One squating to be of comfort to Korra while the others expression was similar to Korra.

Korra’s cries only got louder with regret for not being able to save you.

#korrasami #korra x reader #avatar korra #avatar kyoshi #avatar: tlok #team avatar #avatar au #avatar the last airbender #legend of korra #asami x reader

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hopekiedokie · 3 years

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The Dreaded First Day of School (single dad!jimin)

SUMMARY: On his son’s first day of school, we learn that the badass, leather jacket wearer, and tattoo clad single dad might not be so tough after all. Or maybe, his soft little son isn’t as pure as he ought to be. (In short, Jimin’s baby is growing up and he’s not prepared for it.)

GENRE: fluff, humour, maybe angst if you squint hard enough

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

NOTES: So Jimin isn’t supposed to be a mean or awful dad here. He’s just still not totally equipped to be one even after five years now. This might become a mini series with Ms. Y/n being Haneul’s teacher in the future. Who knows? Also, the photo is not mine.

POSTED ON: 26th March, 2021

What the actual heck is this??

Jimin has seen a lot of crazy things in his life but this, whatever is happening in front of him, is something he truly cannot believe.

You see, today is his son's, Haneul, dreaded™ first day of school.

The kid was up until 3 in the morning, crying his eyes out. He kept begging Jimin to not let him go, saying things like “I’ve been a good boy.” or “I don’t know those people.” or “Please, daddy, I don’t want to go!”

Half of the time, Jimin didn’t even understand what he was saying because he was crying so much.

The worst part is that Jimin had half the mind to give in to all these excuses and to just let Haneul attend school next year.

Contrary to popular belief though, he’s not entirely an awful example of what a father should be. In general, yes, he’s done a lot of questionable things. But in particular, as a father, he does like allowing his son to eat whatever junk food he wants, watch whatever is on the tv, or letting him up way past his bedtime (as late as 4am).

BUT he still has a smidge of decency left in his being and he actually wants his son to grow up decent.

(Which for the most part, is going along fine since Haneul is probably one of the sweetest and softest kids he’s ever seen. How though? Jimin has no idea.)

So with tired eyes and barely 4 hours of sleep, he dragged his son to school.

Even during the drive, Haneul was still adamant about skipping school and all the while, he kept using his cute crying voice that ALWAYS turns Jimin into mush.

Not this time though.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’ll meet a lot of friends and you’ll play with them! It’s gonna be fun, I promise.” This is one of the many things he said to lift his son’s spirits up.

All his efforts are still not enough to pacify Haneul as the tiny boy kept throwing a tantrum. Jimin even had to carry him after getting out of the car and during the entire walk to the school gymnasium where the assembly is, Haneul held his arms tightly around his neck.

To be completely honest, Jimin thought that it would be embarrassing but actually, he found the entire thing quite endearing.

Maybe it’s the narcissistic prick inside him that’s talking but seeing and hearing his son say that he’d rather spend time with him makes him feel like perhaps he’s not so bad of a dad after all.

Which brings us to the present.

To reiterate, Jimin cannot believe what’s happening.

One moment, his son is clinging to him for his dear life, then in an instant, he watched him grow up right in front of him.

In the worst way possible.

Not to be dramatic, but it was like watching his entire life slip away from his grasp.

The beginning of the end started when Jimin pointed to these three boys and insisted Haneul to introduce himself.

Boy, oh boy, oh boy, BIG mistake on his behalf!

He probably should’ve pushed his son to the “nerdier” looking kids. That would’ve helped him in the long run, as well!

At first, he watched in awe from a far as Haneul progressively turned less tense and more comfortable with those boys. They started with cute small smiles but it quickly turned into wildly animated gestures while comparing their Paw Patrol themed trolley backpacks.

“That’s my boy! Already making friends and it’s only been 5 minutes.” Jimin proudly thought to himself.

Okay, maybe Haneul is going to be fine. All that crying thinking Jimin did the entire night was for nothing! His cute soft son can totally do this.

Now, Jimin’s life altering moment comes. The time to actually say goodbye is here.

A teacher announces that they’re taking the kids to their respective classrooms and even if they cry or make a huge fit about it, the parents or guardians should stay where they are. They should refrain from “babying” their child.

Alright, now’s the time for Haneul to cry again! There’s no way he doesn’t cry even just a tiny bit…....Right?

Jimin makes eye contact with Haneul and, without any second thoughts, proudly mouths “I love you” while pointing to him.

Normally, Haneul is quick to return the gesture. Heck, he even goes as far as drawing a huge heart with his tiny pointer fingers!

But today, he doesn’t do that. No no no no no!

Instead, Haneul discreetly looks around him to check if anyone is watching him then……….

He shakes his head towards his father then faces back to his new friends.

Gasp! What is this???

Jimin has never felt so betrayed in his entire life! Not to mention, by his OWN son too.

This irks him so much.

So much so that he stands and gets close to his son, opposing the teacher’s instruction of letting their kids be.

Bitch, no. He’s getting his “I love you” from his son no matter what.

As he walks towards Haneul, it’s apparent that the kid had somehow done a complete 180 from his mood 10 minutes ago.

How can this be? How is he suddenly so cold towards his own man?

When he finally gets to Haneul, he literally, no joke, had to call his name 4 times to get his attention. The actual audacity of this kid!

“Hey, Haneul. Daddy’s gotta go!” Jimin says with his world famous “no eyes” smile.

Haneul’s face drops.

Bingo!

This kid is about to get a huge reality check or so Jimin thinks he is.

He’s waiting for any signs of despair, a sniff or maybe some glassy eyes but nothing happens.

Come on, where are the water works?? Where are all the hugs and kisses???

Haneul is like (・-・) to Jimin.

O-okay…….

“...”

Nothing???

“There’s a lot of scary strangers here……”

Okay, so that was really mean for Jimin to say bUT HE ONLY WANTS TO SQUEEZE EVEN JUST A DROP OF AFFECTION FROM HIM. Sue him!

Haneul finally opens his mouth.

Jimin quietly anticipates his son to return to his warm and loving self that he still doesn’t quite know where he gets from...

“So what, daddy? I’m a big boy! I don’t need you.”

(´⊙ω⊙`)?！

Uhm exCusE mE, but W H A T??

Needless to say, that statement hurt Jimin like a buttcheek on a stick.

However, he’s not gonna break away from his badass persona in front of all these people, especially around these little shits that they call “children”. He has an ✨𝓪𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬✨ that he strictly abides to, people!

And frankly, he’s not gonna let his son walk all over him.

So without any word, Jimin leans down to give Haneul a kiss. If he’s not gonna receive any affection through words then fine! He’s gonna get it through a different way.

Jimin’s lips are almost in contact with Haneul’s plush cheeks. They are literally a hair away that Jimin can feel the heat emitting from it but all at once, that heat is gone.

You know why?

Because Haneul is quick to do that matrix shit where he bends his back to avoid his father’s lips.

Then he saunters away, leaving Jimin hanging.

(๑´⊙ ₃ ⊙`๑)

Jimin calls him a couple times but again, he did not look back.

S I G H

Alright, then. He doesn’t normally raise his voice towards his son (nor disciplines him tbh) but oh boy, oh boy! This kid is practically asking for it.

He doesn’t give a fuck if he’s five, no son of his is gonna be allowed to treat him like that!

“HANEUL! GET BACK HERE. NOW!”

Well, that got him looking back towards his father.

Jimin points in front of him to which Haneul begrudgingly complies after taking a peek from his new found friends.

Haneul hears the other boys snicker behind him as he trudges towards his slightly pissed father.

When he’s standing right where his father wants him, Jimin leans his cheek down again for him to kiss.

Now, the other boys are blatantly laughing at him.

Maaaaaaaan. He can’t be a laughing stock on his first day of school! He needs to be as cool as his daddy!

As Haneul contemplates his life choices, Jimin patiently waits for his kiss. There’s no way Haneul is gonna reject him for the third time in a row within a span of two minutes!

Within a few seconds, he feels Haneul’s lidol babie hand against his cheek.

O M G

How 😭 cute 😭 is 😭 this 😭 ??

This has got to be one the softest moments they have shared together. AND it’s in front of all these people!

Take that Namjoon hyung for saying I can’t be a gentle and tender loving father!

Jimin is about to place a hand over Haneul’s small one to caress it but then Haneul pushes his face away.

“Just go, daddy!”

Before Jimin is able to process what just transpired, Haneul is already strutting towards the other kids, feeling like a king or a boss for bitch-slapping his own father.

This little fUqer!!!

Who does he think he is to act like this towards Jimin iN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE??

This is what happens when he lets his son spend too much alone time with his Uncle Jungkook and Uncle Taehyung.

But to be fair, Haneul is still Jimin’s son at the end of the day so…..like, maybe he shouldn’t be too surprised??

Yet, still, he truly cannot believe it.

All it took was 5 minutes and a rowdy set of friends, then his kid has grown up.

He apparently “doesn’t need him” anymore, according to the kid.

To think that Jimin got up early to make him those cute bento boxes. He even specifically made them look like various pokemons that Haneul fancies!

Wow. Just. WOW.

Excuse him, but he’s just gonna get in his car and crank up “Slipping Through My Fingers” by ABBA while he ugly sobs.

#bangtan #bts #bts scenarios #jimin #park jimin #jimin x reader #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts humor #bts au #bts drabble #jimin drabble #jimin fanfic #jimin fluff

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tomtenadia · 3 years

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Island Dreams - Chapter 3

Hi all and welcome to chapter 3.

So, thing are starting to happen and, alas, angst has decided to come and pay a visit. I used HoF for a bit of inspiration.

Some Gaelic for you: suidh sìos - sit down

The light issue at the very beginning: Yes, in Scotland, in the summer, it can get quite difficult to sleep. Day are super long and it's easy to have light until late and back again at 3am.

I have read it twice before posting. But I had a very long day at work and if I have left some typos I apologise.

Happy reading!

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Aelin had woken up early that morning. She had forgotten to close the curtains the previous night. She had gotten home quite late from her trip and she was grateful that the supermarket stayed open until late because she still had to buy food for the house. She had whipped up a quick dinner, a shower and then she had tucked herself on the chair in her room. It was so bright outside that she could not force herself to go to bed. Eventually tiredness caught up with her and she gave up. Because she forgot to close the curtains, now it was broad daylight even if it was just 4am. She rolled on the other side and tucked her head under the pillow and went back to sleep. She awoke again two hours later. Apparently the adrenaline of being in a new place was too much. So she got up and decided she could go for a run. She donned her running clothes and she left the house. She had spotted a place called Lews castle and from the map it seemed the perfect place for a run in a park. Aelin followed the marina cut through the town centre, passed Rowan’s shop and ended up near the river. Then crossed the small bridge to reach Lews’ castle grounds. Quickly she took a mental note of the fact that the place was a museum and added it to the list of places to visit, which by the way was getting longer by the minute and kept running a good hour until her body started to protest. The day was gorgeous again and they were blessed with a stunning blue sky. Aelin ran found her way back to a road that took her on a pier along the sea. Finally decided to sit at the bench and relaxed a bit, taking a full mouthful from her water bottle. In London she had little chance of running in parks so she had to use a gym but here… she could run in the nature and it made all the difference.

A few elderly people greeted her as they passed the bench and that was something else that stunned her. Complete strangers greeting her. She removed the headphones from her ears and decided to listen to the sounds of the place around her. She had always considered herself a die-hard city girl. Someone who could never leave the hustle and bustle of the big city. Her soul craved the frenetic life that London gave her. And now, in her early thirties, with her life completely upside down and on pause she was starting to realise that things had changed so much from when she was young. All of sudden her priorities had turned and a quiet life was all she wanted. She needed to slow down. Her ambition had helped her to secure a position quite high in her job. But that ambition had not helped her to reach the top. She had literally given her life to her job. She had sacrificed so much and it had been all for nothing and came to the realisation that she felt lost. For the first time in her life she could not see the path ahead. And that was why she had left. To try and live day by day for a while and learn to enjoy life again hoping that life in a quiet place like Stornoway would give her purpose again. “Oh Aelin, stop maudlin.” She told herself, getting fed up with the dark twist her thoughts had taken. She sighed and stood and started running again, tracing her path back to the town centre. Eventually went back to the house, took a shower and an hour later she was ready to head off to Maeve’s for breakfast. She was quite eager to taste her cakes. The woman had given her a slice of a chocolate cake the day before and Aelin had admitted it was of the best cakes she had ever tasted.

Twenty minutes later she reached the coffee shop and was happy to see that it was open. It was just about 9am and wasn’t not sure yet when life on the islands actually started. “Madainn mhath” she said, feeling like an idiot for her horrendous pronunciation. Once she noticed the shop was empty she felt better. At least she did not embarrassed herself in front of an audience. “Oh, Madainn mhath, a Aelin.” Said the woman from behind the counter “Are you here for breakfast?” Aelin took a seat at a table near the counter “Yes, but not Scottish breakfast this morning. I don’t think I can survive it tow mornings in a row.” Maeve laughed “I made some lovely apple turnovers, fancy one?” Aelin’s mouth began watering. If they were as good as the cake… “Make it two. I went for a run and I am starving.” Maeve disappeared through the back and came back a bit later with a tray with a mug of coffee and the apple turnovers. “I am going to get so fat.” She said out loud and then began tackling her breakfast and listened to the music in the background. It was a female singer and she sang in what Aelin was positive was Gaelic. Rowan was right. It was such a beautiful language and sung was even better. “Who is the singer?” “She is Julie Fowlis. She is from North Uist and sings mostly in Gaelic. She is a great singer.” The tune was slow and it seemed quite sad. “This song is called Mo Dhòmhnallan Fhèin, and it means My own Donald. It’s a sad love story.” “It’s beautiful.” She commented and corrected herself quickly “The language, I mean, not the sad love story.” “Ask Rowan and he will give you plenty of suggestions of bands you can discover if you want to listen to locals or Gaelic singers.” The woman explained and took a seat in front of her sipping her own cup of coffee. Aelin had such good vibes from the woman. She was very maternal to her and towards Rowan as well. She was curious to know more about their relationship. Something told her that it was deeper than it seemed. “And if you are still here in July you cannot miss Heb Celt. It’s a wonderful festival of Scottish music. It’s a three day event but it brings people from across all of Scotland and oversea as well. “It sounds wonderful.” “You just have to stay a bit longer.” Aelin sighed “I have been here only a day and I already feel as my soul has been stolen by these islands. I…” she paused, she felt like she could talk to Maeve. “I left my life in London for now. I needed a break before crumpling down for good.” Maeve put a hand on Aelin’s arm “As I told you yesterday, this is the perfect life. Island life here is a cure for the soul.” Said the woman squeezing the arm gently “Want to talk about it?” Aelin took a sip of coffee to gather her thoughts “Big job delusion and a bad divorce.” She did not have the mental strength to go into too much detail. It still hurt too much and Lysandra was the only person with whom she could fully talk about her life. “I feel lost and stuck.” A flicker of deep tenderness appeared in Maeve’s eyes “Sounds like you and Rowan could help each other.” Aelin whipped her head in the direction of the woman and stared at her. “He is stuck too.” That’s all Maeve volunteered. The woman stood as soon as a customer entered the shop. She greeted the man and they began a conversation in Gaelic. Aelin was staring at her empty plate and was still pondering about the comment that Maeve made about her nephew. What did she mean by they could help each other? And why was he stuck? She wanted to know more but could not ask him. He seemed like the very reserved type and she had no intention to pry. Once her plate was clear and breakfast over, she stood and was about to leave when Maeve reached her and gave her a take away cup “Could you please bring this to Rowan? He should be opening his shop now.” “Of course.” Aelin said her goodbyes to the woman and left, taking the path to Rowan’s shop. She had to buy the next books in the series anyway so she was just catching two birds with one stone. Once she got to the shop she noticed it was open. She entered and Rowan was at the counter working on the computer. “Madainn mhath.” She tried again. He looked up and noticed her and a brief and quick smile appeared on his lips but not genuine enough to reach his beautiful green eyes. “Morning to you.” He replied almost annoyed. “I bring coffee. Courtesy of your aunt.” Aelin offered him the cup but the reaction she got from him was unexpected. He glared at her “What did you say?” “Coffee from your aunt?” “How do you know Maeve is my aunt?” His tone was now tinged with anger. “She told me.” He ignored the cup of coffee and continued working as if Aelin was not even in the shop “She shouldn’t have.” “Is that a secret?” “It was not her place. And it’s definitely none of your business.” Rowan was mad. It was clear from his facial expression, but she could not understand why such a statement would make him so mad. Aelin placed the cup on the counter with a bit too much force “Don’t worry she did not reveal any big secret. Your fucking perfect life is safe.” He slammed the pen on the desk at her tone “What do you want? You delivered the coffee, your job is done.” Aelin was now fuming.”What do I want?” Her tone dripped vitriol. If he wanted a fight, she was giving him one. “I was being nice.” She put the backpack on her shoulder, ready to leave “I was here to buy the next books in the series I got yesterday. I came here to thank you as well for the suggestions you gave me yesterday because I loved every place you recommended." she took a deep breath and tried to calm her fury "And while I am here how do you say asshole in Gaelic?” She noted his reaction and she knew she had gone too far. That was her bloody problem, she had no filters and sometimes she struggled to connect brain and mouth before speaking. Something she had become pretty good at doing during her many fights with Chaol. Not her proudest moment. He left the counter and went to the shelf where she got the book the day before. He came back a moment later with three books in his hands “I don’t have the last one. I can order it.” “Leave it. I’ll order it on Amazon just to piss you off.” She really had to learn control herself. She took another deep breath “Fine, order it.” He didn’t comment and started typing on the computer. “It should be here in a week. I’ll let Maeve know. You are best chums now.” There was irritation in his voice. He was actually mad at her. “You should expect to see us skipping arm in arm around Stornoway singing bawdy songs pretty soon.” He did not like the joke. Definitely the wrong crowd. “Try and get laid. It helps the mood.” She added and hated herself seconds after it once she remembered what Maeve said. He was stuck too. “I am sorry…” Apologising right away for her horrible comment. She was a bloody idiot. “It’s £21.50” he said flatly and with no emotion in his voice. His eyes were cold and it looked like he could kill her with a stare. He kept the bag with the books for a moment and leaned forward on the counter “Don’t you dare to comment on my life ever again. You are a customer. Nothing more. You are nothing to me.” Aelin felt like crying. Yes, she had been nasty but Rowan was being cruel to her on purpose “There is nothing I can give. Nothing I want to give you.” He added when he noted her hurt expression. Then Rowan finally passed her the bag with the books “Now get out of my sight.” Aelin took the bag in silence and left the store. She walked away and left her feet to lead her. She did not notice she was back at the marina. She found a quite spot on the pier and sat down, her feet dangling. And then the tears came. And she cried. And the tears turned into heavy sobs. She took the phone and called Lysandra, but when the woman did not answered she hugged her legs to her chest and dropped her head on the knees as if to try and hold the pieces together. She was tired. And for a moment she just wanted to disappear.

Rowan was fuming. How dare she? She didn’t know anything about his life. How dare she make such a comment? He closed the store and walked quite angrily to his aunt’s coffee shop. She loved to gossip a bit too much and wondered what she had told Aelin. When he reached the shop he was glad it was not busy, that conversation did not need and audience. “Good morning, darling.” Maeve said in a cheery voice, unaware what was about to hit her. “What did you tell her?” His aunt looked at him with a confused expression. “Aelin. The new girl. You told her you are my aunt. What else did you tell her about my miserable life, eh?” “Rowan, suidh sìos.” Her tone had a hint of command. Her face lost the loving and caring side and Rowan knew he was in trouble. So he obeyed her and sat down at the table like she commanded. “I did not tell her anything. I just told her that you are my nephew. I did not know that was a secret.” She was definitely not happy about him. Maeve sat down in front of him “What did you do?” He looked away, shying away from the conversation. Maeve sighed “Rowan, she is going through a tough moment in her life. Be nice to her. Be nice to each other. She seems like a lovely woman. Why don’t give yourself a second chance?” He still did not answer. “She is just as lost as you are. If you only stopped being mad at the world all the time, she might be the person to show you the way back, both of you.” He was stunned by his aunt’s words. It sounded like Aelin and Maeve really had become good friends already and that his aunt already knew a good deal about the woman. But there was no way he was letting anyone else in again. Not after… he pushed the name away. Even after almost a year it still hurt too much to talk about her. No, he was going to live the rest of his life on his own and on his own terms. “Don’t interfere.” He finally managed “It’s my life. I’ll decide what is best for me. And if my destiny is to become a lonely, grumpy old man, so be it.” He gritted his teeth and fisted his hands cooling down his anger. “I know you still hurt because of what Lyria did. But it has been almost a year…” “Don’t…” he hissed “Don’t ever say her name in front of me. Ever again.” “Rowan…” Maeve put a hand on his arm but he pushed her away. Maeve stood and looked at her nephew stone faced “Mrs MacIver asked me if you can order these for her grandson. It’s his birthday quite soon.” And she passed a note to him. “Fine.” He took the note and stood. “Find the way back, my darling.” Maeve said to him once he was at the door. He ignored the comment and left without a reply.

#rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #aelin galythinius #aedion x lysandra #lysandra #fluff #angst #throne of glass series

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reinahwanggg · 4 years

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I Miss You》 Park Jisung

credits to gif owner

pairing: jisung park x reader

word count: 1.9K

warnings: slight angst (not really)

genre: established relationship, idol au, fluff, slight angst, jisung being a caring boy, boyfriend!jisung, reader misses him, but doesn't wanna admit it

a/n: i envisioned myself in this position haha, sorry

"good night honeybee. i love you."

"good night angel! i love you always."

jisung sleepily replies, yawning into the phone, before he closed his eyes to be guided into slumber. although he knows comeback seasons does take a toll on his body, and sometimes mentality, he makes sure he calls you every night. whether it be to tell you he'll be in the dance studio until the next day, or before bed, he always tries to find time for you in his extremely busy schedule, especially since he is quite worried about you.

although it's been a few months since the entire debacle, he always wants to make sure you're safe and well. he knew that you didn't mind all of the sudden attention, and you didn't care about what everyone thought about you and him together, but sometimes he just wants to make sure you're okay.

it's obvious that he's the more vocal one in the relationship; always saying what's on his mind, telling you whenever he felt you should say or stop this, or whenever he felt angry about something petty and wanted to say it to get over it. he just has more experience in expressing his feelings to those close to him.

you, on the other hand, always kept everything bottled up inside, not necessarily saying anything, even when it bothers you, because you wouldn't want to be a bother to others, unless it ticked you off. you were always the one to express your anger for some complicated situations, but rarely to others. you find yourself as your own confidant, as your own provider, as your own push to help you through the tunnel of life.

the way you handle things, often than not, got you in some heated arguments with jisung. he just wants you to tell him when it's too much pressure. especially that day when the camera crew came in, setting a gazillion cameras inside your house, saying that the fans would love to see how you and jisung interact. he saw how uncomfortable it made you, and seeing as it's been two weeks, and you still jump when you walk in your sleepwear at 7am and see the camera following you, it's enough evidence.

yet, whenever he asks you, you brush it aside. ''i'll get used to it'' you'll always tell him, knowing fully well, you sometimes can't stand it. waking up, and pretending to be a youtuber making a get ready with me video, only for it to actually be posted, it ticks you off. yet, all you tell him is that you'll get used to it.

this situation, was no different. for the past three months, jisung has had activity after activity to go through, while trying to record content for this stupid youtube segment. most times it would split videos of him and you on the phone, laughing about some stupid meme you saw on twitter. you know, every single piece of your body misses your boyfriend; dying to be back in his arms, and snuggled with him on the couch, watching random TV shows while he randomly kisses your hair and pulls you closer.

you know that you miss him, and yearn for the day he comes and tells you that promotions are over and the frequent break in between has begun, but you don't tell him that. you don't tell him how much you miss waking up in the morning to see him dancing around the kitchen to a video of you singing one of his songs in the best voice you can muster, unintentionally burning the eggs on the stove.

you don't tell him how much you miss coming home from an interview with other artists, only to see him fixing his hair, humming puzzle piece, smiling goofily at the thought of you. you don't tell him how much you miss your rant sessions; him ranting about how close fans get sometimes, and you ranting about how much you wanna punch your coworker in the throat for her unbearably cocky attitude.

you don't tell him how much you miss last minute packing for a day trip to the other side of the country. you don't tell him how much you miss sulking on the couch, only for him to plant a million pecks and kisses on every corner of your face, until you smiled and playfully pushed him away.

before you knew it, you're sitting up in your bed, crying to yourself about how much you miss him. and for once, you want to let him know, desperately throwing away your pride and wanting him to know how much you ache for his presence, and his quirky habits, and his killer smile, and just everything he has to offer. you miss him so much, your cries get a little too loud, your breath gets a bit too heavy, and your body shakes a bit too much, but you don't care, you just miss him so much it physically hurts you.

the little lamp in the corner of your room shines a somber gold around the room, you oblivious to the fact that the cameras are on 24/7 and is catching this very moment, of your vulnerability. you are also oblivious to the fact that he didn't hang up the phone, him obviously being too tired to actually hover his finger, as he was out like a light, his little snores in the background evident to the entire thing.

"honeybee, i miss you so much. so much it hurts."

you start, your voice choked up, coming out cracked, and scratchy.

halfway through your rant, jisung wakes up, blinking a few times to himself, trying to adjust to the bright light amidst the dark room, the slightest sound of hiccups ring in his ear, an extremely nasally voice ringing out sobs and muffled words, and he automatically sits up in concern. he wants to immediately ask you what's wrong, but instead just listens to what you have to say.

"i miss how, every time you hug me, it feels like placing the last piece of the puzzle in its rightful place. honeybee i just miss how much you check up on me when i'm sick. how sometimes we take turns nightly to sing each other to sleep, you laughing when my voice cracks, or me teasing you with praises for a run you mastered. i miss playful mornings, both of us being too lazy to move, but somehow ending up dancing around the room to various artists and songs. i miss when i wake up, and you're already staring at me, the loving gaze in your eyes as you slightly smile, immediately going to plant a kiss on my big ass forehead. i miss pushing you away, and telling you to brush your teeth before you could give me a good morning kiss. i miss when you and the boys would all pile up in my house, and i would get to show you a bit of my country's cuisine, and laughing when you guys scarf it down like you haven't eaten in years. and i want to tell you all of this, but i don't want to be a burden to you. you already have a lot, with some overbearing fans, promotions, and the occasional run ins. i don't want you to focus on me only and put your feelings on the backburner like i always do. i wish i just had to courage to tell you all of this."

by the end of your rant, jisung has to wipe a few tears from his eyes, smiling sadly on the other end of the phone call, wanting to just pack his overnight bag and come to hold you, tell you that he misses you just as much, and scold you for keeping everything bottled up, like he always does.

he goes to check the time, 2:16 am it says, and he knows that he has to be up by 4am in any event, and he suddenly thanks literally everything for the sudden off day his boss gave them, because he knows for sure, after what you just confessed, he's going to surprise you. he hears some ruffling on the other side of the call, the sound of bedroom slippers hitting the tile floors, and a door opening and closing. he just hopes you're okay.

you, on the other hand, walks into your kitchen, quite starved after crying your heart out for what feels like all night, which in truth was about three hours. you flip the switch, your kitchen suddenly illuminated, and you put your hand in front of your eyes, the quick headache taking effect, and you blink repeatedly at the sudden light. you then smile, before going to your dishes, taking out your favorite bowl, and pouring some lucky charms to the brim of the bowl, before going in your refrigerator, and grabbing your milk, pouring it in as well, and grabbing a spoon.

you walk back towards the exit of the kitchen, towards the corridor that connected both the living room and the stairway in separate mazes together. suddenly flinching once you see the infamous moving camera, following you, and you roll your eyes. 'do they not need new batteries or something?' you thought to yourself, before walking upstairs to your room.

you look up at the camera on top of your vanity, and smile and tight lipped uncomfortable smile, before showing the big bowl of lucky charms and chuckling.

"cereal hits different at 2am after an emotional breakdown."

you say, chuckling once again, and happily eating your food, humming along to love again, as it plays inside your head, liking the way it sounds, and suddenly asking alexa to play it for you. it's not as loud as it would usually be, considering what time it is, and the fact that your neighbor just came back home from her long ass business trip (which you're lowkey suspicious of, because her boss came looking for her halfway through, saying if she didn't come in tomorrow then she'll be fired) and doesn't like k-pop for the life of her.

you rest your bowl by the foot of your bed, honestly too lazy to go back downstairs and place it back inside the sink. you then go to your phone, and open it, seeing as it was still on the book you were reading before jisung demanded for your attention, only to then fall asleep on you ten minutes later. you read until you notice the sun up, suddenly hearing my first and last playing around you. the doorbell ringing frequently, and you check the time.

9:48 am it reads, and you realize you read about 10 books in the span of seven hours. you shout that you'll be down in a minute and make sure jisung's hoodie is low enough, before placing your bedroom slippers back on and walking down the stairs, turning into the living room and left, towards the separate entryway (it's kind of a big ass house), opening the door, before tears blurred your vision, and you immediately scooped up from the floor, and spun around on your porch, inhaling the scent you missed for the past three months. quite happy that you were in jisung's embrace again.

you didn't question it one bit, in fact you didn't question anything, just told him to come inside and told alexa to play the song louder. coincidentally, it was Quiet Down, making both you and jisung laugh boisterously, before walking into the kitchen, and dancing to his songs, as you both made pancakes and gossiped about anything and everything, just like you missed and loved.

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ageha-sakura · 6 years

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SNK Positivity Week

HELLO FOLKS WE BRINGING IN THE POSITIVE ENERGY HELL YEAH

It’s not 4am while I type this up. Why would you ask such a thing? You didn’t? Oh.

LOVE YOUR CREATORS

I for one love all of you and I don’t pick favourites ( @omglevixeren clearly doesn’t count because I’m her Cult President, but it’s fine ) But if I had a list of some people I love with all my heart just conveniently written up then it would absolutely be this (in no particular order):

@omglevixeren Look at you getting mentioned twice, I have no same I’ll probably mention you again. You are lovely and amazing, and I love you, but you know this. EVERYONE SHE DOES THE GREAT WRITES THISGIRLSAYS22 IS HER AO3 GO NOW.

@shingekino-neon Riley. A blessing. A gift. A miracle to this world. Sending me dog gifs when I need them most. Thank you. ALSO, SHE WRITES????? LIKE WOW???? GREAT STUFF CHECK HER OUT HERE.

@bright-eyes-eren EREN THE WORLD WOULD LITERALLY STOP SPINNING WITHOUT YOU THAT’S ALL I WANTED TO SAY THANKS. CHECK OUT HIS STUFF EVERYWHERE LIKE LITERALLY EVERYWHERE.

@attraversiamo19 SJ is just a great person in general and needs like zero explanation. She does podfics! And Writes! Did I just explain?? Oh well, check her out: Attraversiamo19 on AO3. LOVE YOU.

@datwriterwannabe ALL THE GREAT WRITES LOOK AT THIS AO3 ACCOUNT LOOK AT IT AND TELL ME YOU DON’T LOVE EVERYTHING. YOU’RE A LIAR IF YOU DON’T LOVE ALL OF THEM.

@bi-chrome JULIE EVERYTHING YOU DO IS BEAUTIFUL AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL YOUR SOUL IS BEAUTIFUL SHADES_OF_COOL ON AO3 GO QUICK.

@soapy0-0 You are such a sweetie! So kind and wonderful! 100000/10 angst, please kill me with your writes. RELUCTANTHERO ON AO3 HURRY

@the-silver-field Gwen! You’re just wonderful such a good, always writing. Do you sleep? Or are you sleep writing? THESILVERFIELD ON AO3 HA HA

@louwie-luna DO YOU WANNA BE BLOWN AWAY BY SOME INCREDIBLE TALENT???? CHECK OUT LOU’S BLOG FOR THE END OF YOUR LIFE. LOU YOU ARE CRAZY TALENTED LIKE WHAT?????

@dreamxxdream NADINE?????????????????? Do I even need to explain? Look at her. She’s just great. Look at her cats. Ugh, kill me with your talents and cats, please.

@yuirs JLFESHLJGELHJSGRLHISG YUU????? THE CUTEST PERSON I KNOW. QUALITY INSTAGRAM CONTENT. AMAZING ARTS.

@sweetsoursugarcube JUST SEEING YOU ON MY DASH MAKES ME SMILE DON’T ASK ME WHY I JUST THINK YOU’RE AMAZING. ALSO, YOUR WRITING IS LIKE WOW???? RUN ME OVER WITH A WHOLE ASS TRUCK AMAZING.

@arteis You are my daughter as of like two days ago. (Great content from this one can’t go wrong 10000000/10 quality, also look at those arts??? Single-handedly boosting the Sqauereri blog to popularity.)

@afternoonteawithme I JUST READ THE OLD QUARTER AND WAS BLOWN AWAY AND THEN BLOWN AWAY AGAIN WHEN I SAW THE REST OF YOUR WRITING WAS ALSO AMAZING.

@laazyaf I like high key stalk your blog, and I’m not sorry. You’ve got such a great style to your artwork and god you are such a bean I love you.

@felixora HI I’VE FOUND YOU JUST RECENTLY, BUT YOU’RE GREAT KEEP DOING THE LORDS WORK BLESS LOVE YOUR ART

@sulkingmoon KURO WHAT YOU’RE JUST???? You’re just great, your arts keep me smiling, I’m even stalking your Insta bless you. You’re just kicking ass, being amazing. Hope you had a great Con by the way.

@liselawliet I HOPE I TAGGED THE CORRECT BLOG BECAUSE I KNOW YOU HAVE A PERSONAL AND AN ART BLOG WHICH ARE VERY SIMILAR, REGARDLESS YOU WILL FIND QUALITY CONTENT IN BOTH. GREAT ARTS 10000000/10

I’m so tired I’ve been typing forever it’s now 6am I didn’t even find everyone, and I’m gonna regret leaving certain people off, but I’m so tired. Maybe I’ll make another post later in the day because as I said up top, this is just some of the amazing people I love so much and who make this community beautiful.

@omglevixeren Again just because.

#snk positivity #snk positivity week #love your creators #you are all wonderful and ama #zing #it's fine everythings is fine I'm not dying #snk #aot

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icouldbemuchworse · 6 years

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VLD S6 Breakdown

Okay so first off, holy shit

Holy

Shit.

This was the season that we’ve waited for with baited breath, the incomplete plot lines of the previous seasons heavy in our guts and.

Holy shit.

The VLD crew Listened and they Provided.

My crops are watered, my skin is clear, however the hell you want to say it. This season is Flawless.

We’ll start first with Omega Shield, naturally.

In this we got a heavy spotlight on Hunk, as well as some extra backstory on the Galra Empire, and also, holy shit Honerva.

The pacing, I have to say, was a little erratic for my taste but it might just be that I’m a total ass and it’s 5am.

Keith was quite literally nonexistent in this ep, but all is forgiven with the added insight to Shiro’s (~~KURON~~) plight.

I’m trying not to Give Away Too Much But if you haven’t friggin watched the damn thing yet Maybe you shouldn’t be on Tumblr lmao. This is Spoiler Haven.

Moving on to Razor’s Edge.

Razor’s edge is honest to god the coolest drink of question-quenching water I’ve had in my damned life, and I’m living for it.

Krolia is a blessing, and as Keith’s interactions with her begin to grow, I find myself loving her character more and more.

We learn what happened to Keith’s father, how Krolia and him met, why krolia had to leave, the whole shabang. (Also where Shiro’s stupid original jacket came from. You heard me, I called it stupid. I’m not defending Kuron’s new choice, but they’re both pretty stupid)

We learned that Krolia had decently extensive knowledge on the blue lion, and protected it for an undisclosed amount of time while with Keith’s father. We also learned that Keith’s dad seemed to have some sort of connection with the Garrison, but that is something to be speculated on when it’s not 5am and I’m not dying.

Lotor and Allura almost kiss twice, once seen by lance, which makes the poor buddy super depressed, which in turn makes me depressed. (I’m going to put a quick note in here that uh, his mood skyrocketed when Keith came up on the castle coms)

He struggles some with his unrequited love, befriends the mice, and that’s about it. At this point it was about 3:30am and I was so upset about my boy being sad I almost put down my phone.

Nonetheless I persevered in my quest for Knowledge (who do I sound like smh) and continued in my quest for Voltron.

Ep 4 was a blessing,

especially considering what the team has dealt with without some good time to themselves, and what we’ve had to deal with, watching so much damn angst without a good ol’ filler episode.

I’m going to make this quick, as I basically don’t remember the minutes spanning between around 4am and 4:20 (ayo) am.

Monsters and Mana is ,

yes, discount D&D. Lance is a furry, and I low key feel like he has a fursona, but I digress.

There is no princess Keith, AJ is just a thot.

This theme will continue on in this post. If you love AJ, Lotor, or your heart, don’t watch Season 6.

Ep 5, The Colony,

is THICC time for you to Sit Down.

We start with a lot of Lotura which, I’m Obligated To Say, Is Absolutely Adorable. This theme. Will not be continuing.

We get proof in this that Dreamworks is willing to let their characters kiss, and honest to god I don’t think they know they’re writing a kids show what the hell is the age group this was supposed to be for. There is too much death in this show for the typical DW kids show smh.

OkaY

So Romelle, the thottie with a body everyone Though that Allura In DnD gear was supposed to be when we got that snapshot a little while ago? She’s here, and she’s not related at all to Allura lmao rip y’all.

Personally I’m very excited to see the future dev in Allura and Romelle’s relationship (at this point it’s clear that Allura does not have feelings for Lance and, while it is true and viable that feelings may develop, Lance is already beginning to heal his broken heart. Knowing Allura she would never risk hurting him again. That being said, this may be a window for a new ship. Alluromelle anyone?)

In this ep we also got some much needed Lotor backstory (aside from his damn birth. But of course he does say something about being a Riff Baby)

The future eps build on this foundation that Lotor is a little thot (I told y’all??) so make sure you don’t skip one. Never. Skip. An. Episode.

They’re always written so cleanly and Joaquin and the others’ abilities to seamlessly convey messages with and without words is flawless. These people are writing gods (I can’t help but wonder if they’d ever like an intern lol)

Lotor killed Romelle’s brother, Kuron’s programming finally kicked in. I love Allura even more now that she flipped Lotor’s nasty ass and knocked him out.

Kuron laid another hand on my Cuban son and I’m Pissed.

Ep 5 is when SHIT HITS THE FAN.

Time for ep 6!

Building (seamlessly. truly. I’m dead) on the previous episode, this one is nearly too heavy for me to put into words. I’m having a hard time still comprehending what all happened in the last few episodes, so I’ll be adding more onto these basic summaries when I’m not mind blown.

The Black Paladins unfortunately does not feature Black Paladin Lance, however, all episodes he has a part in have him doing something leadership-wise, whether directing basic tasks when Kuron loses his shit and Yeets or even some combat instructions. I’m proud of my son.

This ep is basically a fight, which, I must add, has an absolutely flawless animation sequence. Once again, I want to meet the VLD team. Please make me an intern. I want to learn.

The style does change, from one of the typical rudimentary and sharp lines of the normal style to a softer, more detailed and more expressive style. The softening of the edges of the line art gives it a more, in rough terms, ‘HD’ feel to it, more of an up close scene feel than the show usually sticks with. It’s only this sequence that has the style, as any other scenes with the other paladins retains its usual basic-ness. The quite obviously spent more time on the scenes with Shiro and Keith battling, probably as it is such a crucial part of the show’s future plot line, especially with Keith’s new face diddly do.

We were all mislead in our theories abt Keith’s mark. It wasn’t genetics that gave it to him, it was his own brother.

Speaking of brother, Shiro got bro-zoned again. Rip. But hearing Keith’s emotional plea of “I love you” made me tear up a little, man. My poor poor second son. Bless his heart.

(Also can I make a quick note here that everyone needs to stop asking the VA’s and writers such close-ended questions. Let them answer it in their own way. If you give them a yes or no, they’re going to answer with Yes no matter what. It’s a matter of losing fans, popularity, etc. and some of them like to watch fandoms burn, so that’s that. Also lay off with the ship wars, Jesus Christ. And saying “plz make klance canon” 1800 times on the Voltron Twitter Will Not Make It Canon. Writers have plans, they’re basically sociopaths, and there’s no real way to change what they’re gonna do unless they want to change it themselves. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to mention it here. Lay Off)

Also, I tried to warn y’all about Kuron from the get-go but Nah. Nah bro. It’s fine. I’m not salty.

If I see people acting surprised anywhere in this fandom I’m yellin’

TIME FOR EP 7 THANK GOD I NEED SLEEP

This episode was Rough, and I started hysterically laughing at least 4 times and was worried my neighbors might hear me.

There’s a lot of emotional issues that are dealt with, from Allura’s feelings of betrayal (don’t mess w girls @ anyone that dates girls, Don’t Mess With A Girl) To Keith’s upset about Shiro, and especially Lotor’s need for conquest.

Lotor really steps out this episode, and as I tried to warn everyone, is a total thot about it. There’s no way that a hybrid in a pure-blood society can be born of and survive among two deranged individuals (even w such an awesome governess lmao I love her) without coming out a little deranged himself. The way the Galra society works is also poisonous, so not matter where he was raised, he probably would’ve been the same.

I’m not going to go too in depth on this one as, unfortunately I have work to do later and it’s now 6am, but I’m going to do a quick breakdown of Lotor’s character real fast and drool over how damn good the writing is.

Mind you, writing isn’t just what’s in front of you, in spoken words, it’s also what lies behind those words, behind the faux front. Lotor’s faux front is one that is so greatly focused on in his lines and in his animation. He wants to bring peace, he wants this, that, etc. The him he displays is written flawlessly and the slow, controlled, entry of our perspective into the atmosphere of his personality is beyond incredible. The main thing that captivated me, and continues to captivate me, in this series, is the thorough nature of the writing. Writing isn’t just about saying things up front, it’s the implying of certain things.

It’s the words that are left unsaid that speak the most.

god i love writing

Also, Shiro is back, his hair is white, keith officially has enough hair for a high ponytail, and the castle of lions is gone.

Also, they’re going back to Earth.

TL;DR: fuck

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soulwitch · 6 years

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GET TO KNOW YOUR RP PARTNER! 」

( repost, please don’t reblog )

Tagged By: @twintailedinvestigator

「BASICS」

▐ NAME: Kako/Kaya ▐ PRONOUNS: She ▐ SEXUALITY: Super Sam Sexual ▐ TAKEN OR SINGLE: Held hostage ▐ FIVE FACTS:

I like grand strategy games

I’m actually a boat lord

I’m Canadian

Psyren is my favorite manga

A cryptid

「EXPERIENCE」

▐ HOW LONG ( YEARS/MONTHS): 5 years? Or whatever Idk, 4? ▐ PLATFORMS USED: Tumblr ▐ BEST EXPERIENCE: Everything to do with meeting the people I know in Kancolle.

「MUSE PREFERENCES」

▐ MALE OR FEMALE: Female ▐ FAVORITE FACE: Kako

▐ FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT: I love to simply write, so I have no preference to any of these, I want to do them all if it means its all part of a story between two characters.

▐ PLOTS OR MEMES: Both.

▐ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Anything around 2-4 paragraphs for long threads, but anything else can be quick few liners for memes.

▐ BEST TIME TO WRITE: Post Midnight pre 4am

▐ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES: My muses are characters at the most, there’s a few I can relate to but they’re not me and I’m not them. Fiction separate from reality, or as a friend of mine jokes.

Anime isn’t real.

Tagging: @volsungmercenarycompany @freshholeinthewall

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marvelous-heroimagines · 7 years

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Suspect: Part 4

Pairing: Reader x Bucky (we’re getting there) Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Angst, death (lil’ graphic), mentions of previous same sex relationship (should that even be a warning?), swearing

A/N: I was hoping to have this posted a few days ago, but I got lazy, sorry! Thanks for being patient!

Feedback is always appreciated. Let me know if you want to be added to the tags list.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

After hours of tossing and turning, you gave up. You couldn’t get your mind off what you had witnessed on the bridge, the man - if he could be called that - was heartless, cold, bloodthirsty, and above all, a killer.

Still dressed in the same clothes, you grabbed your bag and a jacket, knowing exactly where you were headed, but unsure if you’d be able to find anything. The streets were mostly empty, as to be expected at 4am, so the drive to the DCPD building was quick and quiet.

The security officer jolts awake as your steps click towards him, “Hey Shaun,” you say, giving him a kind smile,

“Detective Y/L/N,” he says with a groggy voice, “I was just... Resting my eyes,”

You force a chuckle, making him relax as you scan your key card and make your way to the elevator, not wanting to stand around and chat. You’re getting impatient, and your foot subconsciously taps as the elevator seems to crawl upwards. Finally the doors open and you make a beeline for your desk.

Once logged in, you repeat the same process that you had at home; searching for anything and everything you could find that related to yesterday’s events. This time you had more luck. Your search seemed to return one file, labelled S.H.I.E.L.D.

Eagerly clicking on it, you let out a groan when the file contains nothing but redacted pages. You slam your fist on your desk, the frustration finally getting the better of you. Something about the metal armed man seemed off, and not just that he was a killer, something in your gut told you there was more beneath the surface.

You needed someone who was better at computers that you were. You could hit a target from 500 yards, but you couldn’t hack into anything to save your life. And you had a feeling that finding out about the metal armed man was a life or death situation. You knew exactly who you had to call. Quickly grabbing your phone, you scroll through your contacts until you find the name you need. Taking a moment, you consider whether calling her was a good idea; the two of you hadn’t talked for almost 4 years. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you press it and hope that she still had the same number.

“H-Hello?” Riley’s voice sounds through the phone after a few rings,

“Hey, Riley,” you say, “I know it’s late... Or early. But I need a favour,”

“Y/N?” she queries, sounding a lot more awake after hearing your voice, “Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yeah, hey,” you awkwardly reply, scrunching your eyes closed as you scold yourself for making the call, “I know it’s been a while, but I wouldn’t have called unless it was urgent,”

“Is everything okay?” she asks, sounding worried,

“Yeah... Well, kinda,” you admit, “I just need your skill set,”

“Well, I haven’t heard you say that since college,” she teases. You were thankful that she couldn’t see your cheeks starting to burn,

“I mean your computer skills,” you say, rolling your eyes, “I need you to find some information for me,”

“Can’t this wait, Y/N?” she groans, “It’s 5am,”

“Not really, no,” your tone was more blunt than you’d intended.

Riley let’s out a sigh, and you hear what you think is her bed sheets moving, “Fine, what do you need?”

“Thank you,” you breathe out, relieved that she’d agreed to help you, “I need you to try and find anything you can on someone... Or something, called The Winter Soldier,”

“Uh, okay? Can you give me anything else?”

“Also try The Asset, Rumlow, or metal armed assassin,” you wait silently and listen to her typing,

“Alright, I can’t find anything that hasn’t been redacted or under a pile of encryption,” you let out a frustrated sigh, burying your head in your free hand, “This seems important, so I’ll keep digging, try and see what I can find. Maybe I can work through this encryption,”

“Thank you,” you breathe out, relieved that you hadn’t hit another dead end. Yet.

“I’ll give you a call when... If I find anything, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you again, Riley,”

“You owe me one,”

Riley hangs up, and you hope to god that she finds something. Anything would help put your mind at ease right now. All you had to do was wait, for however long it took.

The elevator dings, and voices flow out over the open planned office floor, startling you from your deep, repetitive thoughts. You had completely lost track of time, and didn’t realise that people would be starting the Sunday shift already. You quickly grab your things and give awkward, half smiles to the detectives around you but not really making eye contact with any of them. Thankfully no one says a word to you, only shooting you odd looks before they return to discussing the scene on the bridge yesterday.

The whole drive home you can’t stop glancing at your phone every 5 seconds. You were so distracted that you had to slam on your brakes and narrowly missed rear ending a car in front of you. A little shaken, you force yourself to watch the road the rest of the drive home.

You were feeling fatigued, starting to feel the affects of being up all night after a physically and mentally exhausting day yesterday. Shuffling into your bedroom, you collapse on the bed, fully clothed and your eyes immediately snap shut. You were more at ease now that you knew Riley would be getting back to you with something about the killer that was going to haunt your nightmares for weeks.

A loud ringing jars you from sleep. You refuse to open your eyes, but can’t help the annoyed frown that forms. Almost forgetting what day it was or where you were, you suddenly bolt upright. You start to panic as you fail to locate your phone. Looking like a crazy person, you thrash around your bed, your arms flailing around the sheets.

Your heart is pounding when your fingers finally grasp your phone, and you don’t even bother looking at the caller before answering.

“Riley?!” you shout into it,

“Nah, it’s God,” she deadpans,

“What’d you find?” you ignore her sarcasm, not having the time nor mental state for it right now,

“Everything,” she breathes out, sounding distracted,

“What?” you ask in disbelief,

“It looked like an impossible task, this shit was so heavy guarded. But then it was like every single file that had anything to do with your search suddenly appeared out of nowhere, free and un-redacted,”

“Holy shit,” you whisper, mostly to yourself,

“You need to come see this stuff,” she tells you,

“Meet me at the DCPD,” you immediately respond,

“On my way,” she says before hanging up. The moment the line goes dead, you jump out of bed. Shedding off your almost 2 day old clothing, you throw on a clean pair of jeans and a flannel and smooth out your bed hair. Your need to find out information ASAP outweighed your want to look nice in front of Riley.

The whole drive to the precinct you couldn’t take your mind off what Riley had found. You had been so preoccupied by the newfound files that you hadn’t even thought what seeing Riley again would be like. You hadn’t seen her since college, before you became a cop, before Jake. While the two of you had split on amicable terms, you still paused to breathe as the elevator, that held her, climbed.

“Hey,” you politely greet her as the elevator doors slide open,

“Long time no see... Or talk,” she says, a playful tone in her voice,

“Yeah, sorry,” you awkwardly rub the back of your neck, “A lot’s changed,”

“You haven’t,” you swear there’s a hint of affection in her voice, but you can’t be sure. You never could with Riley, “Okay, enough of the small talk. Is there a room we can go? I need at least one computer,”

You give her a quick nod and she follows you back into the elevator. You both ride it in silence, your hands starting to tremble with the anticipation of what she had found. You lead her into an empty intel room, and she settles herself in front a few monitors.

“Okay, you will not believe this,” she breaks the silence, you watch as she pulls out a large harddrive and plugs it in, “It was the weirdest thing. There was absolutely nothing to be found that hadn’t been redacted or was heavily encrypted - as I said. But then suddenly a shit load of files just appeared on the internet. Me and my friends went crazy. It didn’t take me too long to scan through the files and compile everything that relates to your Winter Soldier suspect,”

You stay silent and intently watch her work. The screen is flashing as she pulls up more than a dozen files, you aren’t able to decipher what any of them say yet, but your heart stops when you see the glint of his metal arm.

“There are dozens of files that directly reference a Winter Soldier. From what I’ve been able to learn so far, he’s a myth. Supposedly accredited with more than 2 dozen assassinations in 50 years. So good that most of the time, the deaths were considered accidents,” she pauses to glance at you,

“What?” your brows knit together, “That can’t be right... The guy I saw wasn’t older than 30,”

“I thought it had to be more than one guy, right? Like a title that was just passed on after a decade,” she clicks on a file, “It’s not,”

You stare at the screen, taking a moment to focus on just one detail. Your eyes first focused on the photograph. A gorgeous looking man in what appeared to be a war uniform, an old war uniform. You move onto the text, having to read and reread the information.

Name: James Buchanan Barnes Infantry: 107th Rank: Sergeant Serial number: 32557 D.O.B: March 10th, 1917 Town: Brooklyn, NY

“1917?” you mumble, not believing what you’re seeing, “How is that-?”

“They froze him,” Riley interrupts, “And that’s not even the worst part,”

Flicking to another file, your mind is more ready for the flood of new information, and you’re able to comprehend it better. Another photo of the handsome soldier was prominent, except his hair was longer and his facial hair unkept. It looked as though he was inside some kind of chamber, with what looks like ice frosting the glass. There was a lot of science, medical mumbo jumbo; but you understood the gist of it. Your stomach churns as you read what a group called ‘HYDRA’ did to this poor soldier.

“Essentially they scrambled his brain,” Riley says with a somber tone, “They put his brain in a blender every time he tried to fight the programming, so much that he forgot his name, his family and friends, even what country he was from,”

“Programming?” you query, having not read that far ahead. You were stuck on the mind control,

“It gets pretty convoluted and there are a lot of big words,” Riley says, “In plain English, they put something in his brain. They say a bunch of words and he turns into a killing machine. Isn’t able to do anything that his handlers don’t tell him to. Doesn’t remember who he is,”

“God,” you whisper, “So he’s being forced to kill without even knowing who he’s serving?”

Riley nods, “It’s inhumane,”

You and Riley spend the next few hours going through the files. Learning about how many times Hydra froze and defrosted him, wiped his brain and reset it. How they had cut off his arm and replaced it with a metal one. There were files on every process he’d suffered and every mission he’d gone to. Every word you read made you want to be sick. You can’t imagine the life this man had to endure.

The next file Riley brings up is a video file. She glances at you for a moment, the still image displayed a metal chair with restraints and a contraption above. You swallow past the lump in your throat, and give her a small nod to play it.

It was worse than you could have imagined. Barnes is thrown into the chair, he’s silent but you can see the fear in his eyes and face. The restraints snap around his limbs, making him jump. You watch with horror as he starts breathing heavier and faster. He knew what was coming, and your stomach was churning more than ever. The contraption above the chair rotates down and he looks like he was living a nightmare. The machine fires up and from the moment it starts, so do his screams. They’re low, guttural screams, but they aren’t grunts. They’re screams of anguish. Screams of unimaginable pain.

You can’t take it anymore. The churning in your stomach has become too violent. You dart from your chair, while a hand clamps over your mouth.

“Y/N?” Riley asks as you slam the adjoined bathroom door shut. You just make it to the toilet in time. You hadn’t eaten anything all day, so your stomach has nothing to get out. But that doesn’t stop you from dry heaving into the bowl. Your eyes water, but not because of your attempted vomit. You can’t get the images of James Barnes out of your head. His screams are deafening.

Slumped next to the toilet bowl, you take a second to breathe, to make sure that there wasn’t anything to be thrown up. Once you’re sure, you slowly stand and find that your knees are weak. Taking slow steps towards the door, you take one last, deep breath as your hand grips the handle.

“Sorry about that,” you mumble as you emerge. You look up to see Riley staring at you with worry.

But then her head lurches forward. You watch as blood and brains are sprayed against the computer monitors in front of you. Letting out an involuntary scream, it takes you a moment to move. But then your instincts kick in. Spinning around, you slam the door behind you.

“They found me,” you whisper to yourself, “They found me. Oh god, Riley,” tears start welling in your eyes. You did this. You dragged your ex girlfriend into this mess, and now she’s dead.

You freeze as you hear footsteps approaching the door. Your hand flies to your belt. You’d left your gun in your bag. In the other room. Sitting beside Riley’s lifeless body. Your hand muffles your cries as your try to get a hold of yourself. If you were lucky, there would only be 1 or 2 people here to kill you. More if you weren’t. You were doomed if The Winter Soldier was here.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice coos through the door. Your stomach drops, “You are just too nosey for your own good,”

You push away from the door slightly, you hand moving from your mouth, to the wood of the door, to your forehead. It was Dale.

“We didn’t want you finding out about Hydra until we were ready for you,” his voice is laced with fake seduction and charm; it made your skin crawl, “But, lucky for you. I’m here to make you an offer.”

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