'gun. but it was on the other street'

Holi aesthetic

Holi is an ancient Hindu religious festival, a spring festival celebrated in India and Nepal, also known as the “festival of colors” or the “festival of love”. The festival signifies the victory of good over evil, the arrival of spring, end of winter, and for many a festive day to meet others, play and laugh, forget and forgive, and repair broken relationships, and is also celebrated as a thanksgiving for a good harvest. This year (2017) it is celebrated on 13 March.

Holi celebrations start on the night before Holi with a Holika Dahan where people gather, do religious rituals in front of the bonfire, and pray that their internal evil be destroyed the way Holika, the sister of the demon king Hiranyakashipu, was killed in the fire. The next morning is celebrated as Rangwali Holi – a free-for-all carnival of colors, where people smear each other with colors and drench each other. Water guns and water-filled balloons are also used to play and color each other. Anyone and everyone is fair game, friend or stranger, rich or poor, man or woman, children and elders. The frolic and fight with colors occurs in the open streets, open parks, outside temples and buildings. Groups carry drums and other musical instruments, go from place to place, sing and dance. People visit family, friends and foes to throw colored powders on each other, laugh and gossip, then share Holi delicacies, food and drinks.  

Some Place Away

WS!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Roughly based on Ariana Grande’s Dangerous Woman

Word Count: +3k | Rating: R

Warnings: Angst, SMUT. UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: alright, this was hard to write, and my head hurts but i was determined to write my first song fic and this is for KUMI!!! (@mellifluous-melodramas​) my wifey! OMG I’M NERVOUS HOE

(also, i’ve added ‘///’ where the smut starts and ends)

y’all, enjoy and do drop a comment in my ask box or anywhere

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(*gifs are not mine)

Somewhere in London, January 28, 1992; 12.47am.

You lean on the lamp post, far from them on the empty street, your gaze never leaving his form as you watch your soldier talking to another woman, who was rather getting a little too handsy with him. Her delicate fingers brushing up over his prosthetic arm, treating it like a delicate, poor little flower.

It disgusts you to no end and your violent mind thinks of all the scenarios where you’d do anything to keep her away from him. Keep everything, everyone away from him. But you know he’s only doing his job, the one that HYDRA forced him to do.

But there are so many other ways of gathering information. You could have taken matters in your own hand, but since the Soldier was granted the liberty for this mission, he thought it could be done without any sort of destruction, which you would never hesitate to cause.

It has been half an hour since they’re talking and as much as you wanted to ignore the sting in your heart, your brain overtakes your feelings and reminds you once again that you’re nothing but the protector; you’re here just to keep an eye on the asset. Any other sort of attachment would cost you both your lives.

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warning: triggers apply. adult language, sexual themes, violence, offensive subjects, offensive behaviors. please read & reblog with caution.

❛ And what exactly does “hooked up” mean? ❜
❛ It’s like a car wreck… you can’t not watch. ❜
❛ What’s that smell? It’s either vomit or fancy cheese. ❜
❛ There is no God. We’re all gonna die. ❜
❛ The hell? You’re supposed to negotiate! ❜
❛ If you’re looking for money, I don’t have any yet.  ❜
❛ How do you feel about metal splinters to the eye? ❜
❛ Are you up-to-date on your rabies shots? ❜
❛ I don’t like that you’re getting hurt on purpose to make money. ❜
❛ You’re kidding me? You’re actually serious about this shit? ❜
❛ You’re kinda growing on me. ❜
❛ Wanna see how fast I can unhook your bra? ❜
❛ You make my life a living hell and I want you out of here now. ❜
❛ Half of the world has penises, why do people get so upset about seeing them? ❜
❛ You’re nothing but a warm mouth to me. ❜
❛ I think I’m depressed. I’ve been feeling kind of funky lately. ❜
❛ I never said it was yours. You just wanted it to be. ❜
❛ Wouldn’t be the first time somebody’s disappointed me. ❜
❛ I don’t mean to be an asshole. It’s just… genetic. ❜
❛ Fuck you is what you were invited to. ❜
❛ I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of pussy you’d be in juvie. ❜
❛ I want normal people problems. Like, am I getting enough fiber? ❜
❛ Hey, I think I just insulted myself. ❜
❛ Hey! What the fuck man! He’s/she’s dead! ❜
❛ Oh, could you be a little more vague? ❜
❛ You came all the way down here to talk about my pubes? ❜
❛ How the fuck do you not have a gun? ❜
❛ Sure you’re ready to pop your armed robbery cherry? ❜
❛ You should have seen your face. ❜
❛ You don’t know who you messed with, bitch. ❜
❛ You fuck with the bull, you get an ass full of horns! ❜
❛ I’m not used to having people yell at me all day long. ❜
❛ I have this friend. I think you two might really hit it off. ❜
❛ I’ve seen you put out after the first drink. ❜
❛ You know, I’d hug you but neither of us would like that. ❜
❛ I don’t get why just don’t use her/his face for target practice. ❜
❛ I want a fucking lawyer motherfucker! ❜
❛ You’re covering your own ass and you know it. ❜
❛ You know I used a condom. ❜
❛ Do you know where I can buy a gun? ❜
❛ You think you scare me? Bring it, bitch! ❜
❛ I’m starting to get fucking homicidal. ❜
❛ I will make this kitchen my bitch. ❜
❛ They’re having a party for kids across the street. No booze. ❜
❛ A shrink at school says I’m one of God’s mistakes. ❜
❛ I believe the answer to that question, like the answer to most questions, is fuck you! ❜
❛ Did the two of us finish an entire gallon of box wine the other night? ❜
❛ I can’t handle anything up my ass without alcohol! ❜
❛ I’d be crying right now if I wasn’t so high. ❜
❛ I’m not my dad. You hear me? I’m not my fucking dad! ❜
❛ I would never do half the shit that you’ve done to us. Why are you even here? ❜
❛ Even the homeless get better stuff than us. ❜
❛ I am just as likely as anyone of this family to make something of myself. ❜
❛ You want to get shit faced in the middle of the day.  ❜
❛ You have no money yet you’re going into a grocery store. Interesting. ❜
❛ Let’s go get drunk and buy a gun. ❜
❛ It’s a shame when someone you love gets taken away, isn’t it? ❜
❛ If this is a relationship you wanna save, then you gotta fucking save it. ❜
❛ Off to deal drugs on a Saturday morning? ❜
❛ I’m probably biased, you deserve better than him. ❜
❛ If you don’t get out right now, I will shoot you. ❜
❛ Still don’t want your family to know? ❜
❛ Did I mention that I’m falling in love with you? ❜
❛ You can’t feel a persons headache by touching his head. ❜
❛ Are you robbing me with my own fucking gun? ❜
❛ How can you tell when you’re in love with someone? ❜
❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of insult? ❜
❛ I’m done living the way other people want me to live. ❜
❛ I think I was trying to prove something, not to you but to myself.  ❜
❛ If it wasn’t sex then what was the problem? ❜
❛ What do you want me to say? That I’m self-destructive? ❜
❛ Random destruction makes you think of me? ❜
❛ I haven’t abused marijuana like the rest of you, so yes I remember. ❜
❛ Your turf? What is this West Side Story? ❜
❛ All I’m gonna be thinking about while you choke me out is how much I love you. ❜
❛ If I don’t invest in myself, no one else will. ❜
❛ It smells worse than a dead hooker’s ass in there. ❜
❛ I don’t wanna be me anymore. ❜
❛ Why would anyone go to the zoo sober? ❜
❛ I’ve had so many abortions the next one is free. ❜
❛ I’d trade my left nut for one more hour of sleep. ❜
❛ How do you do that? The nice thing? ❜
❛ I’m sick of living in your shadow. ❜
❛ I never thought I’d say this but you were right. ❜
❛ Where can I get knives and blunts? ❜
❛ I can’t share a room with someone in constant state of arousal! ❜
❛ I’m sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case. ❜
❛ I got tasered for like a second and I crapped myself. ❜
❛ I’ve never seen you put on deodorant before. ❜
❛ I haven’t had a drink for two days…well granted I was unconscious. ❜
❛ I’ll be in the bushes across the street stalking you. ❜
❛ Is there anything more enjoyable on earth than humiliating your peers? ❜
❛ I need to buy a gun. For protection. In case there’s a shooting here. I’m scared. ❜
❛ It’s my job to tell you when you’re making a huge mistake. ❜
❛ Have you ever woken up naked in the street with no idea how you got there? ❜
❛ You’re either boning or you’re waiting to bone. ❜
❛ Doctors are thieves, they just have degrees to keep them out of jail. ❜
❛ You want me to be realistic? Okay, I’ll be realistic. ❜
❛ I confided in you and you told everyone. ❜
❛ I have no idea what that means but I’m enjoying trying to picture it. ❜
❛ I never made any fucking promises to you! ❜
Biggie Smalls: The Voice That Influenced A Generation
The rapper died when he was only 24 years old. He only released two albums, yet he's one of the most revered, emulated and biggest-selling rappers in the game.

He recorded as The Notorious B.I.G. People knew him as Biggie Smalls, or Biggie. He was murdered when he was only 24 years old. Yet he’s one of the most revered, emulated and biggest-selling rappers in the game.

He only released two albums. On some of his songs, Big tells true stories. But on some of them he spins the kind of Homeric tales of street lore that can be heard in a lot of rap. There’s violence in them, and guns and drugs. But his voice doesn’t sound like anybody else’s. It’s plummy, wheezy, humid. It sounds like it comes from deeper in his chest than other people’s voices.

Today is the 20th anniversary of his death. 


Summary:   Jack hates conventions – the crowds, the noise, the forced socialization, but it’s a work thing that must be done. Enter Samwell Hockey Player, Eric Bittle, who attends the convention with a group of friends. Suddenly things begin to look up. Jack and Bitty meet at Falcs Fest. Flirting, shenanigans, and love ensue. 

“Jack, I realize it’s not how you want to spend your weekend,” George said then paused to take a long sip of coffee. “But it is what it is, and everyone has to do it.” She smiled and added, “So suck it up, mister.”

Jack frowned, “Fine. Fine. Everyone else has to attend, too, right? Everyone?”

George leaned back in her chair and nodded, “Yes. Tater, Thirdy, Guy, Marty, Snowy, Poots – everyone. Misery loves company, after all.”

Jack huffed petulantly.

“I’m kidding!” George said with a laugh, “Come on. The Hawks are always bragging about their convention, so we have to make our inaugural one fantastic and have everyone there.”

Jack shrugged and took a pen from George’s desk, he twirled it absentmindedly in his fingers.

“Jack, it’ll be fine, and guess what? You might actually enjoy it. An entire weekend surrounded by adoring fans, eating anything you want, being handed people’s babies, dancing and whatnot?”

Jack got up and pushed his chair in. “Thanks, George.”

George smiled, then took her attention back to her computer, as Jack loomed in her office doorway.

“Yes, Jack?” She asked as she wrote something in an appointment book.

“Do we have to stay at the hotel, too?”

“Up to you, Jack. Do you feel like driving home back and forth early in the morning and late at night? Most of the guys are making a weekend of it and staying there. There’ll be team brunches every morning. We still have a couple rooms available in the block we reserved, so you can stay there if you want.”

Jack frowned again.

George paused and looked at him, “A little fun won’t kill you, Zimmermann.”

Jack nodded, attempted a meager smile and exited George’s office.

“Oh, and Jack?”


"Can I have my pen back?”

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EXO reaction when you find out they’re a part of a mafia

Request:  Hi! Can you do exo reaction when you find out they are in mafia? Thank you very much!!!

Hell. Yes. I. Can. I actually live for mafia! exo so thank you you angel for requesting this. Here it goes.


Since you were now married, Xiumin thought it would be right to tell you. You can’t leave him now that you’re married to him, not that he would let you if you weren’t either. You truly loved Minseok, you did. You promised each other that you would love each other unconditionally until the end of time. You even said so in your vows.

As much as you loved him, or thought you did, you couldn’t take this. He lied to you for years but worse than that, he’s a cold blooded murderer. When you demanded a divorce he just scoffed.

‘’But darling, we just got married. We haven’t even been on our honey moon yet.’’

‘’Stop playing games Minseok! I can’t be with a murderer like you!’’

‘’I’m sorry but did you forget what you said in your vows? That you would love me no matter what, until the end of time. You promised jagi, and I expect you to keep that promise.’’

Originally posted by baekintime


You really wished you didn’t find out. You couldn’t believe your ears. Junmyeon thought you were upstairs so he decided to make a phone call. You just went downstairs to ask him what movie does he wanna watch tonight, but stopped in your tracks as you heard him talking rather angrily on the phone. He was in the kitchen when you were right outside of the door. What he said was enough for you to connect the dots.

All the late night shifts, the long hours, the traveling, the smell of blood that you sometimes noticed on his clothes. You always ignored it or just thought that your mind was playing tricks on you. But now you knew. And so did he. He knew that you found out as soon as he walked through that door. He saw the look of shock and fear on your face.

‘’This was bound to happen sooner or later. But, just so you know, you’re still mine. This changes nothing between us.’’

‘’What are you talking about? It changes everything! Junmyeon I need to leave I-’’

‘’Woah, woah there sweetheart. You aren’t going anywhere. You are my  fiancé, my angel. I can’t let you go.’’

‘’You’re crazy!’’

He laughs ‘’Maybe, but only for you.’’

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


You found out about Yixing’s dirty little secret after a bunch of men kidnapped you. They thought you knew, but you didn’t. Not until then at least. They held you in their prison for days, trying to pry information out of you. You were completely broken. You thought you would die in there, after you just found out your boyfriend of a couple of years was a part of the mafia. Yixing of course came after you. You were not thinking straight, you forgot all the hate and fear and just ran into his arms, because you were finally out of that prison. When you were walking to the car, for Yixing to take you home, you saw more than a few dead bodies. This brought you back to the harsh, painful reality. You couldn’t get in a car with a murderer.

‘’Yixing, I… I can’t stay with you. Not after this. I need to leave.’’

‘’What do you mean leave? I just got you back, you can’t just leave me after I’ve searched and worried for you day and night. After fearing that I lost the one I loved-’’

‘’Well, you did. If you truly loved me you’d let me out of this hell.’’

He looked up at you with tears in his eyes ‘’Let you go? I can’t. I love you. You can’t just leave me like this! This isn’t how it’s supposed to go!’’

‘’Yixing I need to leave! Not that I only need to leave, I want to leave! I can’t stay with someone like you.’’

His heart broke at that moment. He couldn’t believe that he has to do this. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t let you leave. You’re his everything.

‘’I’m sorry baobei.’’ was all he said before he nodded at his men, and the next thing you felt were handcuffs clicking on your wrists.

You just looked at him with complete disappointment and disbelief, while he avoided eye contact.

Originally posted by wendeer


You were married to Baekhyun for almost a year, and you couldn’t be happier. Until one night. You were having dinner as usual and everything was normal. Except Baek wasn’t that talkative. You guessed it was something that happened at work and didn’t want to bother him about it. Then he casually, like he was having a normal conversation, said that he was a part of the mafia.

‘’Just thought it was time you should know.’’

The fork and knife you held clattered to the plate. You swallowed nervously, you were in complete shock. ‘’You’re kidding, right?’’

‘’No, I’m not. When did I ever lie to you?’’

‘’Um, maybe these past few years?!’’ you yelled. You didn’t plan on yelling that loud, it just came out.

‘’What did you expect me to do Y/N? Just mention to you on our first date that I’m in the mafia?’’

‘’You don’t seem to have a problem with it now!’’

‘’Because now you can’t leave. We’re married.’’

You laughed in his face ‘’Can’t leave? Sure as hell I can! Watch me.’’

You stomped to the door. You looked behind you to see if he was going after you, but he wasn’t. He continued sitting at the table. When you made it to the double door, you swung it open only to find two tall men with guns in their hands.

Now it was his turn to laugh in your face.

‘’You’re not going anywhere without me, sweetheart.’’

Originally posted by kai-tastrophe


You knew for a couple of weeks now, he told you one night. And that night is the night you stopped seeing him as your loving, caring Jongdae. You were of course not going to stay with him, but you didn’t react right away. You were a smart woman, he wasn’t going to trap you that easily. So you waited a week to catch him off guard when you do actually try to leave.

And you did. You somehow sneaked out and now, instead of Seoul, you were in Busan. First mistake. Busan is too close so he tracked you down easily. 

You were lying on your bed in your small hotel room trying to sleep. You were close, until you heard a knock on the balcony door. You groggily got up, still sleepy, but you woke up quickly when you saw Jongdae waving at you from the other side of your balcony. He gestured at you to move away from the glass, and in fear, you did. He pulled out a gun and shot it at the glass making it break. He stepped into your hotel room with open arms and a smile on his face.

‘’Baby! I missed you!’’ He said with an overly cheerful voice. ’’I gotta say, it was clever of you to catch me off guard like this. I always knew you were intellegent.’’ He then grabbed your face roughly. ’’My type of woman,’’ and with that, he started kissing you. Roughly.

‘He’s insane’ you thought. But then you realized you were kissing him back with just as much passion. ‘I’m insane.’

And you went home with him. To your home.

Originally posted by ceozhang


You didn’t even know this guy. Alright you kind of did, but you felt like you didn’t know him. You were dating this sweet, sweet guy for almost two months now and it was the best two months of your life. Until one night.

You were at this exlusive ass club together that he somehow got you two into and as it was pretty late and you were tired as hell, you decided to go home. You two were walking to the parking lot that was not far but not close from the club either. As you were walking down a shady street, a couple of sleezy guys started hitting on you. Chanyeol was furious, which was understandable.

But when three guys tried holding him back while the other one had you cornered against a wall with a knife against your neck, he didn’t hesitate to kill.

It all happened so fast. He swiftly pulled out his gun, that you had no idea he had, and shot each and every one of them. The rest was just a blur of tears and him frantically trying to comfort you and explain what he said. The only thing you caught was that he was in the mafia.

You tried to free yourself from his grip and run away somewhere, as far away from him as you could. But his grip on you was too strong it hurt.

‘’Let me go! HELP! HE-’’

He pressed his hand against your mouth blocking your screams. He had no idea what to do now. He, a man that was a part of a big and dangerous mafia, had no clue what to say or do now. So he pleaded. For the first time in his life, he pleaded.

‘’Please don’t leave me. You can’t. You won’t right? Look at what I did to protect you. I love you. I’ve never loved anyone. We’re gonna go home now okay? And you’re gonna stay with me right? Yeah.’’

You didn’t know if this guy was sick or something, but you kept shaking your head with tears streaming down your eyes and he somehow took that as a yes.

Not that you have a choice anyway.

Originally posted by parkchny


You were his princess. No, his queen. His everything. None of this would matter without you. The money, the houses, the cars, the mafia, his life. He was nothing without you. He was never this weak around anyone. And Kyungsoo doesn’t like being weak.

He trusted you with this. With his secret. You acted understanding at first, only a little scared. That was very smart of you. But when he found out you went to the fucking police with all of this information about him he lost it. You forced him and his people to kill a bunch of officers. His gang wanted to kill you too, but him, being the love struck idiot he is, did not allow it. He would never ever let anyone hurt his angel.

That doesn’t mean he still trusts you though. On the contrary, he lost all trust in you. He swore to himself he would never be completely honset with you again. He still fucking loves you though. Of course he does. You made him weak.

Even though you were the one in the cage in his room and he was the one with the key to it you still managed to control him. 

‘’I can’t believe you did that to me.’’ He laughed ‘’You betrayed me. I should never let you out of this cage. Actually, I should let my gang kill you. But I can’t. I love you. As cunning or backstabbing you are, I love you,’’ he sighed. ‘’But you’re not getting out of that cage soon.’’

‘’But Soo~’’ you said in a voice that made him melt. ‘’You know I love you too. And I’m sorry I went to the police. But can you blame me? I panicked! I would never betray you on purpose. Now, baby, let me out of this cage?’’

Lies, lies, lies. You were lying and you both knew it. He damn well knew that lying, evil poison was dripping from your lips. But how could you make it sound so beautiful and innocent? Truly a goddess he had before him.

So he unlocked the cage which you then crawled out of. He took you in his arms which you got comfortable in. You burried your head in his neck and, knewing he could feel it, smirked.

Originally posted by kimxiumindaddy


He didn’t want to tell you. He wanted to keep it a secret forever. But you deserved the truth. And it crushed you. It crushed him as well. As soon as he told you you fell apart in front of him. It broke his heart to see you so scared and sad. It hurt his soul when you flinched when he came closer to you. He just wanted to comfort you but you slapped his hand away.

‘’I hope you know that I love you and that this doesn’t change anything. I wi-’’

You cut him off right there, ‘’Doesn’t change anything? It changes absolutely everything Jongin!’’ you screamed ‘’You’re a murderer! A killer! How am I supposed to be with someone like that? How am I supposed to have a family with someone like that?’’ The last part came out in a whisper.

Jongin also had tears in his eyes. ‘’F-family?’’

‘’Yes a family! We’re married. We’re supposed to have a future together. We were supposed to have kids that would have normal lives. Now all of that is out of the question.’

‘’It’s not! We’re still married! We can still have a family! I still love you!’’

‘’Yeah, well I can’t say the same back anymore.’’

‘’You’re lying.’’ His voice cracked.

Of course you were lying. You were lying to him and to yourself.

‘’You’re lying. You’re lying! You’re not gonna leave me.’’

‘’I can’t be with a murderer.’’

That’s what he was. A murdurer. A drug dealer. A hacker. Everything you teach your kids not to be. He knew this. And it ate his soul away every night. Except when you’re with him. With you he felt like Jongin and not like Kai- the mafia’s assasin. He couldn’t let something precious like that go.

So he didn’t. ‘’You’re my happiness. I can’t let my happiness go.’’ And so your fate was sealed.

Originally posted by xehun


When he one day came back home late, as usual, he saw you and all most of your belongings were gone. He was disappointed honestly. He trusted you. He knew he’d get you back easily though, so he decided not to panic. He kept calm while he called a couple of his ‘friends’ to help him find you. Sehun would never admit it but his heart shattered to pieces.

He was hurt.

But he knew this would happen sooner or later. Deep inside he hated himself for doing what he does. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t get out of this world so with years of practice he pushed the guilt to the back of his mind. he couldn’t escape. And neither could you.

When you came face to face again both you and him expected him to be angry, but he was more hurt than angry.

‘’Why did you just leave like that? Without saying goodbye? Without a single note behind?’’

‘’What did you expect me to do Sehun? Stay with a murderer? A terrorist? I honestly can’t understand you-’’, you would’ve went, when he interupted you.

‘’Listen, I know what I fucking am. Talk shit about me all you want, I know it all. You don’t have to repeat it.’’ he kept a straight face while saying this ‘’You think I chose this life?! Do you really thi-’’

‘’No! But you chose to stay in this life. Don’t you dare try playing the fucking victim here Sehun.’’

Your words shot pain straight to his heart. It was amazing how he was just faced with the truth itself, but still managed to somehow push it aside.

He gestured at his men to cuff you, so they did and threw you in the car.

‘How can he do this to me?’ you thought. Tears pricked your eyes but you didn’t dare let them fall. You still loved him. And you’ll keep on loving him for god knows how long. You didn’t want to admit that, you’d rather avoid the truth. Just like him.

Originally posted by lullabyun

Ugh finally! I’ve worked on this for so long. I’m sorry it took this long :( Hope you guys like it! Sorry that some are longer than others. Some are really long bc I just couldn’t stop lol. And hopefully more mafia au related shit will be coming.

The Front Bottoms song meanings
  • Flashlight: it’s about someone having a hold over you. this is a recurring theme throughout a number of songs on our album. Our favorite line from the song is “I can hear your dog whistle from my bedroom”
  • Maps: This song is pretty self-explanatory. It’s about the idea of not knowing what’s next. Accepting the fact that your life won’t be as comfortable as everyone makes it out to be when you’re younger. It’s about finding out life is a longer road than you had expected. Favorite line: “Let me be a raft on a blue sea I’ll blend right in”
  • Looking Like You Just Woke Up: This was the quickest song we wrote. It happens to also be the shortest on the record. Same idea as from Flashlight - just someone having a hold on you. (One of our good friends fell in love with this girl that still had a boyfriend and so in order to make time with the girl, he hung out a lot with the boyfriend and her. He slowly found out that the girl he thought he loved was kind of a bitch and he found that maybe the one he really loved was her boyfriend. They have somewhat of a romantic relationship now. And they are living together.) The vibe of this song comes from that situation. Favorite Line: “It probably won’t get easier, just easier to hide”
  • Mountain: This song is actually about buying drugs in Pennsylvania. The line was originally “I bought weed. A big bag in Pennsylvania. I’m gonna light it up when I get home to Jersey” We changed it because none of us have bought drugs or smoked ganja. ever. Favorite Line: “They’re gonna ruin my whole summer. Stop taking pictures with your phone. Stop taking pictures with your phone.”
  • Rhode Island: we met a kid at a punk rock festival we played in Rhode Island. He didn’t do much talking and we called him the Zombie Kid because he was passed out in a pile of sticks. The next day when he came out of his coma, he was asking us about directions on the best way to get passed NYC on a bike. His summer plan was to ride from his home in Vermont to Florida. All that he had with him was a backpack full of drugs. No joke. Drugs. Then we shook hands and he went on his way. On that same tour - two months later - one of our last shows were in New York City, and guess who we fucking see? Zombie Kid. Backpack empty. We asked him what happened and he said he made it down to South Carolina and had to turn around and come back. favorite line-“She says you gotta promise not to break not matter how far you are bent, she says you gotta shift my position and try to get comfortable again”
  • The Beers: It’s about the same deal. Someone having a hold over you, so much so that you’d be willing to put yourself in danger, to change yourself in order to make them like you. But the song is all over the place and that’s just a small part of it. Favorite Line: “And it’s an aerial view from your house to my room”
  • Father: I put myself in someone else’s body and I wrote this song about my life.
  • Swimming Pool: The voicemail in the breakdown is from one of our friend’s dads to our friend about some dumb shit about a girl. He saved it and we added it later on to our song. Months later, the girl’s mom cornered me in the grocery store and asked me if we could take that voicemail out of the song. But we’re punk rock so we left it.
  • Favorite Line- “There’s comfort in the bottom of a swimming pool”
  • The Boredom Is The Reason I Started Swimming: I got stranded in Germany one time and I missed Thanksgiving. Side note: On Thanksgiving, I ate a hot dog with some weird potato shit on it in Amsterdam but it was still mad good. As I was walking around Berlin, I found this circus of freaks - it was more or less a sideshow act but it was free so I went in. I met a dude who was a gangster drug dealer, he let me stay at his house and was actually super nice. He cooked me food and went to Amsterdam with me. But while I was staying in his house he explained to me the rules of the streets in Berlin. Everybody pays, everybody’s head is in the noose, everyone is part of the program.
  • Bathtub: There’s so much in this song. Take it for what it’s worth. Favorite line: Please take me off speaker phone, this is a private conversation.
  • Legit Tattoo Gun: This song was originally called “MJ” because when we put it out we gave it two different names on two different websites. If you know this song as “MJ,” you’re way more punk rock. At one point, I was making out with a woman who was making out with a lot of other people. It was a mutually beneficial relationship. Favorite Line: “I am not a dirty god, I don’t have a dirty body”
  • Hooped Earrings: This is about a friend of mine that asked me to be there with her when she came out to her mother. Favorite Line: Curly hair don’t look good cut short.
The Labyrinth Chapter 1

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin || ft. all the members

Length: 2.0k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate your parents’ whereabouts. It is this fateful decision that leads you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading, as your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along.

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“That night you dreamt of entering a labyrinth, a never ending maze that seemed to have no exits. No matter how much you turned and climbed, there was no way out, but within the distance was another person who sought your help. Together, you walked through the maze, guiding each other to a hopefully brighter place.”

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❛ I would have come for you. ❜
❛ If I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you. ❜
❛ No matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together. ❜
❛ We never stop fighting. ❜
❛ Maybe there were people who lived those lives. ❜
❛ But what about the rest of us? ❜
❛ What about the nobody’s and the nothings, the invisible girls/boys? ❜
❛ We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. ❜
❛ We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. ❜
❛ When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something from it anyway. ❜
❛ Fear is a phoenix, you can watch it burn a thousand times but still it will return. ❜
❛ This is where you tell us how awful we are. ❜
❛ I am grateful you’re alive. ❜
❛ Lets not say things we don’t mean, my love. ❜
❛ Crows remember human faces. ❜
❛ How many times have you told me you’re a monster? ❜
❛ Be the thing they all fear. ❜
❛ I needed a catastrophe to shake me from the life I knew. ❜
❛ You were an earthquake, a landslide. ❜
❛ You’re a stampede. You are overwhelming. ❜
❛ I don’t hold a grudge. I cradle it. ❜
❛ People point guns at each other all the time in ______. ❜
❛ This action will have no echo. ❜
❛ Live with it long enough, you learn to like the taste. ❜
❛ They all seem like practical choices. ❜
❛ You don’t look like a monster. ❜
❛ The really bad monsters never look like monsters. ❜
❛ I have been made to protect you. ❜
❛ Even in death, I will find a way. ❜
❛ Do you really have a flying ship? ❜
❛ You probably bartered your way out of the womb. ❜
❛ They think they’d better cross the street. ❜
❛ You’re not weak because you can’t read. ❜
❛ You’re letting shame decide who you are. ❜
❛ Now, what do they think when they see me coming? ❜
❛ You’re weak because you’re afraid of people seeing your weakness. ❜
❛ Thought of me? Late at night? What was I wearing? ❜
❛ I’ve thought about your powers. ❜
❛ You can only sharpen a blade so far. ❜
❛ They don’t know what we’ve done. ❜
❛ So let’s go show them they picked the wrong damn fight. ❜
❛ Why do you guys say that, anyway? ❜
❛ We like to keep our expectations low. ❜
❛ Why not just say good luck or be safe? ❜
❛ I really hope we don’t die. ❜
❛ I’ve been nothing but kind to you. ❜
❛ I’m not some sort of monster. ❜
❛ At least a monster has teeth and a spine. ❜
❛ Sometimes, the only way to get justice is to take it for yourself. ❜
❛ This culture is disgusting. ❜
❛ Now that sounds like a party. ❜
❛ How about I bite your lip? ❜
❛ We can endure all kinds of pain. ❜
❛ How about I push you in the canal and we see if you know how to swim? ❜
❛ I don’t like speculation. ❜
❛ When fear arrives, something is about to happen. ❜
❛ You are in so much trouble. ❜
❛ I just raised the dead. Do you really want to argue with me? ❜

Lance Can Dance...Again!!

For @estupidamenteu who requested a part two!

After Allura thoroughly chewed out Lance for ruining his suit, the team began to slowly walk back toward the castle. Lance started to regret cutting his suit so short (although he must admit his ass looked amazing. Does the castle closets have booty shorts?) because the chilled space air shook Lance to the core. It wasn’t long after Lance’s teeth began to clatter, he felt a warmth take over his shoulders. A faint scent of lavender and sand drifted into his nose. He looked down, and was surprised to see a familiar red jacket around his torso. He turned to Keith who was as red as his jacket as he muttered, “Don’t want you getting sick.” Lance smiled warmly at him while Keith flushed a darker red. Some time passed when Pidge broke the silence. “So, where did you learn to dance like THAT?” Lance smirked and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, Pigeotto, as you know, my familia is pretty big, so although we were always overflowing with love, we couldn’t say the same with money.” Lance smiled softly. “And when I got accepted into the Garrison, we were all thrilled. But also scared. How would we find the money for my tuition? But then it hit me. I could do street performances! It was actually kind of like a secret club or something.” “Wait, so you mean to tell me that you paid for all of your school expenses by dancing?!” Pidge gaped. “Yep! Lemme tell you my sweet gremlin, these hips don’t lie.” Lance finger gunned as he shimmied his hips. “Also I used to go with my sister to her pole dancing exercise classes back in Cuba. Who knew it come in this handy!” The other paladins chuckled while Keith swallowed thickly and had to take a second to recover. “Wait..I still have one more question.” “Yeah, Pidge?” “Where the fuck did Hunk get a boom box?” “PIDGE! LANGUAGE!”


Fake Chop - new group of misfits that only recently sprung in los santos, they are famous for unconventional forms of committing crimes like using 50 gallons of lube to rob a bank. Even though they seem ridiculous they are very effective and have rising respect from the other crews. The are extremely famous for weird weapons and punishment for people that wronged them such as: a dildo, body bag torture, self- waterboarding, burning plastic and their weird fixation on force feeding people. They are truly chaotic evil and the crews of los santos must be weary of these wild cards.

Brett - The Mastermind. He is a lot behind the scenes, very low profile and has good reputation in los santos. He helps the gang by keeping tabs on the happenings in los santos and keeping the police off their scent. Police believe he is a very respectable man with a small business.

James - The Bruiser. Really good at street fighting and has basic knowledge of many weapons, he can get into random fights with every other gang in los santos. Because of Aleks and him have experience with heists and murder sprees both of the have excellent manipulation skills. He can cross dress to get what he want and may act harmless but will beat you up.

Aleks - The Russian. He will not hesitate to kill you, he has good leadership and he is an expert marksman using guns, very good at long range. He has a deep care for his crew and will protect them at all costs. Can seem intimidating when meeting him. Fastest runner that he can out run cops in cars.

Aleks and James duo are well known by the police, the police has a lot of history on them and all their previous crimes.

Joe - The Heart. He keeps everyone from killing each other, he isn’t really good in fighting but he can go anywhere they need him to be because he is good at blending in and he has a very smol build. He trains the crews dogs he can make them furious attack dogs in a snap.

Trevor - The Rookie. Even thought he know the ins and out of being in a gang he still is a young grasshopper, He is generally for intimidating people with his size. He has the very important responsibility of the equipment and the arsenal, he keeps the safehouses safe by being the one on guard. Joe and him are really good at disguising theirselves but rather than blending in he is usually the distraction.

Anna - The Lancer. She sees the train wreck that they call a crew and sometimes wonder if her old job will take her back. She is a jack of all trades, so if anyone in the crew is injured or captured she can temporarily take their place for a while. She mostly works with Asher and Lindsey behind the scenes, hacking and researching, she is good for penetrating enemy forces because they won’t suspect anything from a small woman.

Asher - The Eye. He has control of all of los santos’ cameras and he helps the crew by being the eye in the sky, he is on watch when the have a gig. Sometime they experiment on him but every one in the crew gets experimented on.

Lindsey - The Informant. She is where the information are from, she is support like when the need a quick getaway, gets things they need immediately or emergency medic. She helps manage the crew’s ties to other gangs in the los santos area, to keep other gangs from waging war against them.

Because of the recent rise of Fake Chop I can finally set my ideas freeeee

Scars || Steve Rogers x Reader [[soulmate au]]

[prompt: soulmate au where the only way you can get rid of your scars is if your soulmate kisses them away.]

{summary: you are known as Steve Roger’s shadow, and you only have one purpose in your life, and that is to protect the man from any unknown dangers all while hiding your presence from him. one fateful day, when an assassination attempt goes wrong, leaving you injured in the process, Steve finally sees you for the first time and slowly helps with treating your wounds [[au]]}

yooooooo this is saeran–choi, i just changed my username to my new favorite character, momo sakaki (i also wanted to get a username that only has a single dash in it instead of two for purely //aesthetic// purposes)

I’ll work on updating and fixing my masterlist once my computer is fixed, so i hope you all will forgive me for changing my url!!!

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

dedication tags: @rvnclawss , for being an awesome friend in general.

warnings: none

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!!**


Sometimes, you absolutely despised how fragile you were as a human being.

You worked for a secret agency who’s main purpose was to act as a personal guard for superheroes. Now, it may seem like having bodyguards for superheroes would be a lost cause, since their duty was to protect the world and save innocent lives with their superpowers. One would like to believe that such heroes would be able to protect themselves, but they didn’t know the half of it.

There’s always some type of danger hidden from their sights, and if the world was to remain safe, then there had to be a group of people that could act as a shield for these superheroes without them knowing about it.

The moment you had completed your training, you were given the name and files pertaining to the hero you were assigned to protect-

And that hero was named Steve Rogers, better known as Captain America.

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Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.

His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?

Is he really okay?

His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.

I’m fine.

He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.

He’s fine.

Molehills out of mountains.
Tip of the iceberg.

Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.

He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.


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BTS as Mafia Members...

Originally posted by fyea-ongseongwoo

But imagine Kookie, the maknae, being the leader instead of big bad Joonie. He would be the most experienced in the drug & gang world cause he grew up with all of it surrounding him. He would be an expert fighter, perfect negotiator, extremely manipulative & has a facade as the levelheaded type, but in actuality, he’s filled with rage literally every second of every day. 

Then you have the rest of the boys, Joonie would be the second-in-command. Kook’s right-hand man for everything. He’s wise, caring, & when he needs to be, extremely violent and crude. He cares for the members like they’re his family & he’s always there for every single one of them. Every decision that Kook decides is always run by Namjoon to see if it’s the right thing to do or if there’s a better way to do it.

Yoongi would be the info-breaker. Always tracking current targets that need to be dead, guiding the boys through their latest haste, breaking down firewalls, hacking into security systems, & so much more. He’s the eyes in the sky & everywhere else. He knows anything & everything about anyone or anything. 

Taehyung would be the drug lord. He’s out & about doing every deal that bangtan is able to score. He’s the main source of their income and if he’s not doing his “professional work” then he’s probably in the back room getting high, getting completely fuck drunk or snorting cocaine off of some poor girl’s thighs.

Jimin is the weapon specialist. For some odd reason, he knows everything there is to know about weapons. It’s slightly uncomfortable how he knows all the little quirks and tips to guns, swords, machetes, everything. He’s witty, strong, & if you want a specific weapon… Jimin’s defiantly the guy to go to. It doesn’t matter if it’s something as exotic as a flamethrower or basic like a pistol. Jimin will, without a doubt, have it.

Jinnie is the getaway guy as well as the doc. He’s the man waiting in the car with a walkie-talkie so he can hear the other members during their haste. He’s analytical & knows the way around the streets like the back of his palm. He’s always ready & on edge cause, the entire plan really depends on him. If he doesn’t cooperate then everything falls apart. He’s the heart of the system, without Jin… nothing works properly but he’s also the man that stitches their wounds, pulls out the bullets from their flesh, heals their bruises, and cleans their cuts.

Hoseok is the trainer. He’s strong and all bronze. He trains anyone that enters their little gang into being the best fighter they can possibly be. He’s very violent & by far the greatest fighter there is (excluding Kook, of course) but above all things… Hoseok’s also the lover boy. Flirty, cunning & there’s never a time where he isn’t wearing that infamous smirk that drives people crazy. He flirts his way through anything & if bangtan needs to persuade a specific person, Hoseok is the guy to go to. Male or female, it makes no difference. His task is to get someone so sexually frustrated that they give in to him and let their guard down for just enough time to let him through.

Want more Bangtan? here’s my masterlist!

credit;; @mint-kook‘s “note #1″ thing I wanted to share my own thoughts on the same subject so… thanks to them ;))

Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

She Tastes like Candlelight 



It starts with, of all things, a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt.

Logically, he knows it doesn’t make sense. She comes to work in form-fitted jackets that go tight about her waist. She’s been foregoing the baggy slacks in favor of skirts that stop just below the knees, with nylons clinging to the defined musculature of her calves; he’s pretty sure he can count on one hand the number of times he’s seen her wear shoes other than heels, excluding the clinical, white shoes she wears with her scrubs during autopsies.

He’s seen the looks she gets. Sometimes, it’s during an interview, when a witness’s gaze will linger just a little too long on her bustline, and her hand will go up and fiddle with her necklace, her arm blocking her chest in subtle defiance. Other times, it’s men on the streets of the city, shouting out obscenities to her, having the audacity to call her “baby,” and “sweetheart,” and he fights the urge to yell right back, brandishing his badge and his gun, wanting to scare the misogyny right out of the bones of anyone who thinks they’re entitled to her body, but he knows that she would find it condescending. “Thank you, but I can handle myself, Mulder,” she’d say, and it’s not that he thinks she can’t—he just doesn’t want her to have to.

And still other times, the looks come not from strangers on the sidewalk, or from people he can reduce to photos in a casefile, but from their peers. Educated, talented men who transform themselves into slobbery, teenage boys when sitting adjacent to her in meetings, eyeing her with an inappropriate hunger while she jots down notes in the margins of her agenda sheet. More than once, Mulder has found himself in the elevator with a man who will look down at Scully, and then catch Mulder’s eye over the top of her head, just so that he can wink, including him in some inside joke he has no interest being a part of.

He supposes that he empirically knows that Scully is attractive—it’s more or less objective fact—but he’s never allowed himself to notice. He’s trained himself to observe her through a filter. He considers her appearance through what he aptly names the Sexual Harassment Video Gaze. He quickly shuts down any thought that could be used as an example in a training tape on inappropriate office behavior.

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I will find you

paring; Joker x blind reader prologue

prompt; one day when joker was busy terrorizing the city of Gotham he met someone that didn’t seem to be affected by any of his actions. She didn’t scream in fear or run away like the others what was it about her that made her so different from the rest? 

a/n: this is a prolog for my new joker imagine. I haven’t really watched any batman movies recently the only time I did watch it was when I was 8 maybe so I am not so sure if I got joker’s character right. I mainly used Jared Leto’s joker from suicide Squad. First Joker fic y’all send me some feedback

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I walked the street of Gotham with my gun on my right hand. I heard people scream as they walked pass me. Some fled, others looked at me with horror and fear. They were all so scared of me and I loved it. I felt powerful.

“Call the cops!” some guy I said. I looked at him and laughed, his eyes were filled with fear. he knew what was going to happen to him. I looked at him with a huge grin spreading my face. “You have Three seconds to run,”I looked at him dead in the eye and pulled the trigger of my gun. I had planted at least 5 bullets in his body. “Oh sorry I forgot to count,” laughed. 

As I continued walking and terrorizing people around me saw a girl. She had beautiful y/h/c, I kept looking at her she was smiling. For some reason, she stayed unaffected from all this chaos that happened all around her. Why? Why isn’t she running, screaming in horror?why isn’t she running away from me? 

“Boss I think someone is calling the cops,” One of my henchmen said. I looked at with angry eyes “then why don’t ya kill’em? it’s not like anyone is gonna miss’ em, “I  screamed him. 

I continued to admire the girl. I didn’t know why but I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her. She was breathtaking and yet she was wearing the simplest of clothes. I walked up to where she was sitting alone on a bench in the middle of the now filled with a few dead bodies park. I sat next to her smelling the sweet scent of her perfume. 

She turned around to face me “hello?” she asked me in the sweetest tone. I looked at her still waiting for her to react to me, to jump and call me a monster and run away in fear like the rest of them, but she just sat there smiling at me like I was her best friend. 

“hey there doll face,” told her. Her smile grew bigger I saw a hint of relief in her eyes as if she thought that I had left her here and that she was talking to herself the whole time.

“What ya doing here? All alone and by ya self?” I asked. Why am I asking her these stupid question? Why am I even talking to her when I can just kill her or better torture her?. 

Her lips curled into a sweet smile “ I am not alone,” she chuckled. It was the cutest thing I have ever heard- Wait what is wrong with me I am not like this. “Well maybe at the moment but my friend went to the bathroom and said he would return to get me,” she looked at me her eyes still filled with hope “ but he didn’t come back,”. My blood started to boil when she told me that her so called ‘friend’ left her here. How can someone do that to her? To such an innocent and delicate little flower like her?

“How ‘bout I drop ya home? what ya say doll face?” I ask in the hopes she will agree and accept my offer. “ Oh no it’s fine-” I put a finger on her lips “ ah ah ah I will not take a no for an answer,” she smiled and got up. “Well then let’s get going” she moved her hand to the side on the bench where a long white stick with a bit of red on the bottom was placed and took it. She straightened the stick and held my arm in hers “I live right here down the corner so no need to take your car, “ she told me. 

“ Sure thing doll face,” my henchmen looked at with wary eyes, one of them tried to come to me to take her away but I stopped him right before he could do anything. 

“So doll face tell more about yourself?” I asked her “well other than I am blind I don’t know what to say”.”Take the left” she said “what?” I was totally confused. She laughed “my house it’s on your left”. 

We talked a bit about each other when we reached her house and one of my stupid henchmen came.I had to resist the urge not to blow his brains out this very second “boss the cops are coming” he whispered in my ear. I motioned him to go. 

“ I have to go now doll face, but I will find you,’‘ I told her and left. I will find you I whispered as went to blow the cops brains because he interrupted my and my doll face’s conversation. 


Meant For Each Other

Originally posted by robinllordtaylor

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (female)

Summary: reader is finishing school while trainer with The Avengers. She and Bucky are close friends and both have feelings for each other but are too afraid to say anything. When reader is injured during a mission drill, Bucky insists on taking care of her. Feelings surface more and they are forced to discuss the situation. 

Warnings: injuries, blood (i think), mentions of self doubt, LOTS of FLUFF 
also, I didn’t edit this so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

*Reader POV* 

“Can you not, Stark?” I said as Tony continued to probe me with his new invention. 

“I need to test it on someone,” he replied. 

“Well, I’m not in the mood to be poked and shocked.” 

“It;s not shocking you. It’s sending waves through your body to see how it effects the neural system. And it looks like it’s giving negative feedback.” 

“Why don’t you do this to Steve or Bucky. Someone who won’t be brain damaged if it doesn’t work.” 

Just as I said that, Bucky walked into the room and said, “my brain has been tampered with enough already so I think I’ll pass.” 

I felt like an idiot for saying what I said. But how could I have known Bucky was going to walk into the room? 

I felt my heart stop, and skip a beat. I’ve liked Bucky for longer than I can remember. He was my best friend, which made it harder to hold those feelings back. Other than Steve, I am the only one who has seen Bucky as himself. The nightmares, the good days, the bad days. That goofy he smile he gets when we joke around. And all the intimate moments we’ve had. 

Not intimate like sex, even though I dream about more often than I care to admit. But intimate like telling our dreams and fears. When I fall sleep next to him, or when he comforts me, or vice versa. Those to me are way more intimate than having sex because you have to be able to trust the person to not betray you when you let your guard down. 

Bucky and I are close. We do things like a couple. He cares for me and is over protective, and so am I. But neither one of us has mentioned feelings. Despite what Steve says, I am afraid to lose what I already have with Bucky. So I keep my mouth shut. 

Tony hit another button on his toy and it sent another shock through my body. “Dammit, Tony. Get these things off my face,” I said. “I’ve had a really bad day and I just want to relax.” 

“But I-” 

“Tony, take it off. She’s looking pale and like she’s ready to pass out,” Bucky said. He had that look in his eyes. The one he has when he’s on the verge of getting angry. None of us dare to mess with him when he has that look. 

“Fine,” Tony said and detached me from his device and left the common room. 

I sighed and stood up, walking past Bucky and to my room. I shut the door, not realizing that Bucky may have wanted to talk. But the day I had was shit and I just needed to be alone for a few minutes since Tony took up most of my time I was supposed to have for myself. 

I laid down on my bed and drifted off to sleep. 


About an hour later, I heard a light knock on my door. It woke me from my slumber, but I was too groggy to move. I knew it was Bucky. It was never anyone else. 

The door opened and shut. I felt the bed dip, and the cool touch of Bucky’s metal hand. He took the spot next to me, then pulled me onto him so my head was resting on his chest. I took in his familiar scent and immediately felt comforted. 

“How are you feeling,” he asked. “Did the nap help?” 

“Well, it wasn’t finished so I wouldn’t know.” I meant it as a joke, but I was still tired and mumbled the words and it didn’t have the effect I wanted it to. 

“Awe, I’m sorry,” he cooed. He brushed his lips over the top of my head. But that’s all it was. A brush. Never quite a kiss. 

“It’s okay. I just had a long day and coming home to Tony’s bullshit didn’t help at all. 

“What happened at school today?” 

I yawned and said, “I have a history final coming up in a week and my professor gave us a mock exam today for practice and I completely blew it. I got like maybe a quarter of the answers correct and this shit is worth fifty percent of my grade. I’m screwed, Buck.” 

“No, you’re not,” he said, his flesh hand massaging my back. “I’ll help you study. Did you forget that I’m a century old? I lived through half the stuff your learning. I even caused some of it…” he said the last sentence kind of hushed. 

“Oh yeah. You don’t look a day over ninety-nine,” I joked. 

“Gee, thanks.” 

“You’re welcome,” I said and looked up at his face. His icy blue eyes stared down at me and I watched as a smile crept onto his face. “What?” I asked. 

“Nothing. There’s just a certain glow about you tonight.” 

I looked away, embarrassed and my cheeks turning hot. I love it when he compliments me like that. I sat up and stared forward. I tried to supress the ecstatic smile with a small one. 

“Was it something I said?” 

“What? Oh, no. Not at all, Buck. You’re just one of the very few people that actually treat me like a person.” 

“You are a person, (y/n). You’re my person. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” 

I smiled again. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. We leaned into each other, but stopped a few inches short. “I… uhh… I’m gonna get something to eat. Do you want anything?” 

“No,” I said. “I’m not hungry. I think I’ll just get ready for bed.” I was slightly disappointed that what I wanted ti happen, didn’t. 

“Alright. Get some rest. Don’t forget we have that mission drill in the morning.” I nodded. Bucky got up and started making his way to the door. “Come get me if you need anything.” I nodded again and Bucky. I fell back on my bed and groaned. 

“Just tell him,” I heard Steve shout from his bedroom which was next to mine. I rolled my eyes and groaned again. 


I groaned and stood up. Tony just blasted me with one of the new cannons on his suit. “I’m on your team, you idiot!” I shouted. 

“I’m sorry. I guess I like using you as a test dummy,” he shouted back. 

“Fuck off, Stark!” 

“(y/n), watch your language,” Steve said as he walked up behind me. “We need to get the flag.” 

“So this is a game of capture the flag. How mature.” 

“Essentially, yes. But in this case the flag is supposed to represent a new, highly dangerous weapon.” 

“And we want it why?” 

“So the bad guys don’t get it and take over the world,” he said and gave me a small smile. 

“Got it,” I nodded. I watched as Tony blasted the Hulk into the air. 

“I’ll take the left and create a diversion. You’ll take the right. You’ll need to keep an eye out for Nat, but Vision with have you covered for the most part. Bucky will be waiting for you on the other side. Then you two need to get passed Hawkeye and take the weapon. Got it?” 

“Yeah. Let’s go.” I ran out. I took my gun and shot a water tank sitting near by. The thing exploded and water pooled onto the street, soaking Thor completely. 

I saw Bucky, and I thought I was in the clear when Nat roundhouse kicked me to the ground. 

“You need to have eyes everywhere,” she advised. “But good call on the water tank.” 

It took me a few minutes, but eventually I got her tired enough. One good blow to her face sent her to the ground long enough for me to reach Bucky. I took off after that. But the Hulk picked me up and through me fifty feet to where Bucky was. I hit hard. I couldn’t move at first, then I felt a cool metal hand on my skin. 

“(y/n), are you okay?” 

“I can’t move, Bucky. My… my chest. And my head.” 

Bucky touched my right side and I screamed. “You might have broken a couple of ribs.” 

“The flag…” 

“Forget the flag. You need medical attention.” 

“What’s going on,” Steve asked. 

“(y/n)’s down,” Bucky responded. She can’t move.” 

“Alright. She’s done. Take her to the med bay and I’ll take over from here.” 

Bucky picked me up gently and carried me back. 


I laid in my bed in pain. I had a concussion and three cracked ribs. I was beyond irritated. I was doing so well and for me to blow a fake mission… Maybe I wasn’t cut out to be a part of the Avengers.  

I stood up, wincing as I moved. My ribs didn’t hurt as much as they did when it first happened. I was trying to find my history notebook and textbook. I figured I should study if I was going to be stuck in bed for the next couple of days. I remembered I had left them in my backpack. It was hard to bend over, so I squatted down. But before I could reach my bag, someone took hold of my arm and pulled me up. I turned to find Bucky. He had insisted on taking care of me. 

“What are you doing out of bed?” 

“Getting my notebook.” 

“You need to get back in bed,” he said sternly. 

“I need to study,” I said back. 

“(y/n), don’t argue with me. Get back in bed.” 

“No,” I deadpanned and turned back towards my bag. I winced as I tried to bend down again. 

“Why are you always so stubborn?” 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone? You’re not my boss, you’re not my boyfriend. You can’t tell me what to do!” I stared at Bucky’s face. I don’t yell at him often. Especially not like that. But these injuries have made me very irritable and the fact that I’ve been around Bucky for most of the day didn’t help either.  

“Guess I’ll have to change that then,” he growled. His hands came up to my face and he crashed his lips against mine. His lips were softer than I imagined. He kissed me slowly, passionately. I would have wrapped my arms around his neck, but lifting them would hurt too much. So I just clutched his shirt in my fists. He tasted so good. Sweet and warm. Like freshly made cotton candy. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine. “Please, get back in bed,” he asked gently. 

“Okay,” was all I said. He helped me back into bed. He sat next to me, sitting so that I could rest on his chest comfortably. 

“I’m sorry, Bucky.” I said. “I’m just… I’m mad at myself. I’ve been doing so well in training and then I blow a fake mission. It makes me think that I’m not meant for this. And I’m a coward because I was never able to admit my feelings for you, and then they just kept piling up. And school… I know I’m doing good, but I can feel myself slipping and I don’t know what to do.” 

Bucky kissed the top of my head. Finally. “You were picked for this team for a reason. It was just a fluke. Banner should have never tossed you like that. It wasn’t your fault. And school, I’ll help you with that. I already told you I would.” He paused. “And I was no better with confessing my feelings. I’ve loved you longer than I can remember. I was scared of losing you by saying anything, so I just didn’t.” 

“I love you too, Bucky.” 

“Good,” he said and kissed my head again. “Whatever it is, we can get through it together. As for studying, you have time. Right now you need to sleep and recover from your head injury.” 

“Fine,” I yawned. 

“Go to sleep. I’ll be right here. I’m not gonna go anywhere. Except maybe the bathroom at some point…” 

I chuckled, and then sucked in a breath of pain. “Don’t make me laugh! It hurts too much.” 

Bucky chuckled in return. “I’m sorry. I’ll try to keep my charm to a minimum.” 

I rolled my eyes, but kept a smile on my face. 

“Sweet dreams, doll.” 

“Hmm,” I hummed before I fell asleep in Bucky’s arms

She spends 4 years working with various displaced alien groups, focusing particularly on those in war torn regions. She establishes shelters and communities, helps teach language to both refugees and locals alike. She manages to stay mostly off the radar until some documentary folks get word of this incredible woman everyone calls the Angel of Hell, who walks through fire and destruction unfazed, who helps create communities in the chaos.

They arrange to go with her on her next mission. It’s a retrieval - she’s going back to what many call the dead zone because there’s word of a family of aliens trapped and confused. Her plan was to go in - alone - find these aliens, and bring them to the nearest shelter. When they meet her it’s hard not to be confused, though. She’s tiny and mousy, with glasses and a simple braid. Not at all what one would expect for an angel of hell. More surprisingly, her only reaction to their two man film crew is mild annoyance at having more people to protect.

They learn quickly not to underestimate her, though, when they follow her through bombed out buildings and tattered roads that would otherwise be impossible to navigate. At one point she stops them and stares intently at the ground before informing them there are landmines and they need to go a different way. At first they scoff a bit, but when an explosion shakes the streets not even ten minutes later they realize there is more to her than meets the eye.

When they reach the aliens they almost get their heads blown off. The scared refugees have guns and open fire when they approach, not understanding English or that they’re there to help. And then the angel surprises them again by slowly speaking their language, her tongue moving around each word in ways they’ve never even considered before. After a few minutes of softly spoken words, the rough little family emerges.

There are a handful of aliens, all seemingly different species from each other, all injured. She moves to each of them with a ruthless sort of efficiency, checking them over and providing what limited first aid she can. There’s a child with them, almost human in appearance if not for her neon green skin and gill-like features. She crouches before her and checks her slowly, whispering in that language as comfortingly as she can. After a few moments she stands, unzips her bulletproof vest, and slides it around the child.

When the documentary folk object her only response is “if I get shot then I get shot.” She scoops the child up and holds her securely against her, and then nods at the group to follow. She then leads them back to safety. While they creep slowly through the hellish environment, they ask her about who she is and what she’s doing here. She tells them she used to be the assistant to CatCo CEO Cat Grant herself, that she lasted two years under her when few could even last two weeks.

“Honestly,” she jokes with a smile, bright even under the dirt and exhaustion that covers her face, “that job prepared me for this one. Compared to that this is a cake walk.”

She smiles and laughs and switches seamlessly from English to the language spoken by the refugees, and when they arrive back at the shelter it takes her almost an hour to convince the little girl to let her go. It’s only after she offers her some candy and promises she’ll be back by tomorrow night that she finally releases her grip.

“Where are you going now?” The filmmaker asks, incredulous. She just smiles and heads towards the door.

“New rescue mission. See you soon!”

That’s the moment they really understand why those who meet her call her an angel.

Something else my boyfriend’s brother said last night was actually kind of upsetting. I can’t quote exactly but Ill do my best:

“[Discussing rise of pagan religions and declining Christianity in mainstream media] …all I’m saying is, as a white, straight, christian, conservative male, it feels like the walls are closing in on me”

Its just… So shitty? I don’t know even how to verbalize how I feel about this, but its just so shitty that the ruling class, the predominant culture that has oppressed and assimilated millions of people in the western world, having complete control over everything is trying to play the victim card now that other cultures are finally breaking the glass ceilings that have held them back for so long.

Do you know who’s walls closed in on them? The Native Americans who were forced out of their lands in an effort to accommodate for American Imperialism.

Do you know who’s walls closed in on them? Native Africans when they were ripped from their home country and shoved in cargo holds to promote American Industry.

Do you know who’s walls are closing in on them? American Muslims and American Jews who have seen dramatic increases in violent hate crimes, LGBT Americans who have to fight for basic cultural rights, Black Americans who are literally being gunned down in the streets while their executioners get off, victims of sexual assault who are being threatened into silence by the new healthcare bill- the walls are closing in in these people.

There is no white genocide, there is no war on Christianity, there is no heterophobia, simply attempts to express other lifestyles and worldviews, and an attempt to be free from hundreds of years of straight, white, and christian being considered the norm.

Secret Identities

Peter Parker x Reader

Request- Hi! Can you do a Spiderman x reader fic where the reader and Spiderman are best friends, but the reader is also Spiderman’s rival? And then they both find out about it? Thank you so much!!! I love your blog :D

Warnings- language but what else is new

A/n- anon didn’t specify what kind of power they wanted the reader to have, so i just gave them telepathy and teleportation, hope thats ok!  Hope you enjoy!


You sat at the edge of the building, looking down at the city below. The cool wind blew, causing a shiver to run up your back as you focused all your energy into listening. You could hear the thoughts of every person in the city, just for a fleeting moment, barely registering in your mind before they were gone and the next one came. Nothing so far had caught your attention, until you suddenly heard the frantic thoughts of a woman who sounded like she was getting mugged. You were there in an instant.

Before you, there indeed was a woman being robbed, along with two men, one collecting her things and the other pointing a gun at her.

“Hey!” You shouted, but there was another voice mixed in there shouting at the same time, and looking over your shoulder to the roof above you, you saw none other than Spiderman.

“Hell no.” You muttered, before teleporthing across the street to the woman. You grabbed the man who was holding the gun and spun him around to punch him, only for your raised fist to get yanked back, bringing you along with it. You spun around from the force and nearly fell to the ground. Letting out a growl of irritation, you pulled off the string of sticky webbing stuck to your hand.

“You asshole! I was here first!” You shouted at the man in the red suit as you punched the other man who now had one of his hands webbed to the wall, but was thrusting at you with his knife. The woman had taken her things and fled the scene, and the man with the gun had managed to escape when you had been distracted.

“I don’t think so. Now just teleport away and let the professionals handle this.” He retorted as he dodged a kick from you while dodging the knife from the man.

“You always do this, and I know you do it just to make me mad.” you grunted, finally managing to knock the knife out of his hand you tried to keep him still so Spiderman could web him to the wall, when he shook you off and hit you straight in the jaw.

“Now that’s no way to treat a lady,” Spiderman said webbing his hand and both feet to the wall, “But lucky for you, it’s just her.”

You glared at him, wiping the blood from your mouth as you stood up, “I would have been fine if you hadn’t distracted me.” You growled. You didn’t have to read his mind to know that he thought you were weak, in fact, you never read his mind. Regardless of your less than friendly feelings towards each other, you respected his privacy. You also didn’t really care who he was, though when you had first met him, you had thought his voice was kinda familiar… But, you and Spiderman had never gotten along. Not since the first moment he had webbed you up thinking you where the bad guy, and thus let the real bad guy escape.

“Sure, that’s your problem.” He said sarcastically.

Clenching your jaw, you narrowed your eyes at him from behind your mask, “You are such a dick. I pity the people that have to spend more than five minutes with you.” You spat, turning to leave when suddenly you felt his webbing on your arm and you were being yanked to his side, nearly falling over from the force. Letting you a yelp, your mind registered the gun shot that had just rang out, and you saw the bullet had just grazed your arm. You were almost shot in the chest.

You looked up at the masked man before you, neither of you saying a word, before you clenched your jaw and teleported away.


You woke up the next morning to someone knocking at your door. Your head was pounding and your arm hurt from where the bullet had hit last night, so you answered just to get the noise to stop, “What?”

“Peter’s here. Should I have him wait downstairs?” Your mom called.

“Ugh, no, just send him up.” You yelled back, rolling onto your stomach to hide your face in the pillow. In your moms thoughts, you could hear here thinking about how your room better not be dirty, and you better be dressed. Luckily, both those things were true.

A minute later, there was another knock before Peter let himself in, “Hey sleepy head. You know its nearly noon?”

You smiled sleepily at the boy before you, also know as Peter Parker, also known as you best friend. You two had been friends since the start of high school, when you both happen to be late to the same class and were pared up as partners for the whole year.

“Ya, I know. I’m tired I was up super late last night.”

“Tell me about it, me too.” He said, sitting on the end of your bed, “But now it’s time to get up cause there’s this new game out that I want and we are gonna go buy it.”

“You say it like I don’t enjoy video game shopping with you.” You laughed, sitting up.

He laughed at your bed head and left you to get dressed. In your closet hidden under a pile of various crap, was your suit and mask. Luckily it was black, so you couldn’t see the blood on the arm, but you were not looking forward to having to sew it up tonight. The wound on your arm, while not too deep, still hurt. You couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened last night. Your relationship with Spiderman was complicated to say the least. You two hated each other, yet he had still saved you. That of course got you thinking, if the roles were reversed, would you save him?

“(Y/n) hurry up!” Peter shouted from downstairs.

Shaking the thoughts of your night job out of your mind, you got ready and met Peter downstairs.

“Took you long enough,” he chuckled and the two of you stepped outside and began the walk to the mall, “So what kept you up all night?” He asked.

“You know, the usual, clubbing, bar hopping, meeting up with random guys.” you stopped at a cross walk and pressed the button.

“Wow, and all I did was homework.”

Hooking you arm through his as to not get separated in the downtown crowd, you two laughed. Letting out a small sigh, you leaned into your best friend, smiling. You loved what you did at night, and felt a great deal of pride in helping out those who were in danger, but nothing could compare to the little moments like these with your best friend.


“Mom! Where did you put my sewing kit?” You shouted, looking through the drawers of your bathroom.

“Why?” She yelled back.

“Cause I need it!”

“What for?” 

“Mom I swear I’m going to lose it if you don’t-” You suddenly froze, the sound of the tv catching your attention.

“Tension is high this evening as an unknown robber is holding a group of bystanders hostage in a bank. It had been reported that he is armed with multiple weapons including some type of bomb.”

Grabbing your suit and mask, you pulled it on, “Mom! I’m going out!” Then you were gone.

Reappearing behind the bank, you listened in. You could hear terrified thoughts of the hostages and the rushed, almost panicked rambling of a guy who was clearly the robber. 

You soundlessly entered the bank. The hostages were huddled in a group while the robber filled bags with money from the vault, his back towards you.

Quickly you began to teleport the hostages out of the building, it was easier than you expected as the robber was not paying attention. You were down to the last two when you heard the voice of the guy you wanted to see least at this moment, alerting the robber of your presence

“Wow, you must be really oblivious to loose a whole group of people without even noticing.”

You stood up from your crouched position, “What the fuck dude!” 

Before the robber could even aim his gun, it was pulled out of his hand with webbing. 

Rolling your eyes and not bothering to stick around to hear his stupid comment, you took the last two and let them go on the street. You turned, ready to go home and continue your hunt for the sewing kit, when you heard one last thought in your mind. 

Well, if I’m gonna go down, I might as well take the Spiderman with me.

You could see the images being played out in his mind, and without hesitation, you reappeared in the bank, grabbed Spiderman by his waist before teleporting out. You barely made it into the street before the building blew up, throwing you both to the ground.

You were stunned, lying face first on the concrete. Your head pounded and your whole body ached. Coughing and groaning, you rolled onto your back. The whole street was filled with smoke, and you could see the bank was up in flames.

To your left was Spiderman, also lying still on his back, but you could see his chest rising and falling.

“Hey,” you huffed, “Are you conscious?” 

“Ya, just a little internal bleeding, that’s all.” 

Despite the circumstances, you smiled as he turned to look at you.

But when his masked eyes met yours, you could see him tense up.

You instinctively looked behind you, expecting to see someone there, but there was no one. When you turned back to him, he was sitting up.

“(Y/n)…?” He breathed out.

You gasped, reaching up to find the somehow during the explosion, your mask had fallen off and it lay on the floor a few feet from you, “Oh my god I- wait…you know me?”

Slowly, he reached up and pulled off his own mask.

“Peter…” you stared at each other, through the smoke, sirens in the background. You couldn’t believe it, your best friend, the guy you told everything, they guy you loved, was the same guy you couldn’t stand? Where did this leave you two? 

After a moment, you stood up and he followed, leaning on each other for support.

His hand found yours, and in that moment you both knew that everything would be ok between you two. That nothing would change, and if anything you would come out of this stronger.

“Lets go home.” you mumbled before the two vigilantes disappeared.

So i have a lot of peter parker request but i aint even mad i love him so much ugghhh

anyways thanks for reading