Worlds Away - Ch 1

Originally posted by itschiminie

Pairing: Reader x Jimin

Genre: Online Dating!AU (Fluff, Angst, Smut)

Word Count: 3.5k

Plot: You met Jimin through your favorite online video game. Finding out that he lived on the other side of the world from you. You both quickly fell for each other, and dealt with the issues that come with online dating. Although, some temptations are too hard to turn away. Especially when your significant other is nowhere near.

You bust through the door of your apartment, if you had swung the door open any harder in your haste you would have torn it off it’s hinges. You threw your keys and bag on the floor in the entryway, and made a beeline for your desk where your laptop had been sitting. 

As you waited for your laptop to awaken, you checked your appearance briefly. Making yourself look as presentable as possible after a long day at work.

You mindlessly drummed your fingers on the desk as the butterflies in your stomach became relentless. You heard the whoosh of Skype opening through the speakers on your laptop and immediately sat up straight, excitement of seeing your long time boyfriend for the first time in a week.

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Songbird-Ch. 5

Mystic Messenger Mafia AU 


Word Count: 2,407


~A/N: I was going to add the smut in this chapter but I decided I would separate it into it’s own, that way people that don’t want to read the NSFW can just skip it! Sorry it’s been soooo long, guys! My life is just hectic so it’s hard for me rn but I hope you enjoy this chapter! 

     "I heard you the first time, Saeyoung,” V spoke softly, his hand gripping the head of his cane as he sat unmoving in the chair.

     “Y’know, a good way to indicate you’ve heard someone is to actually reply. Just a tip,” Saeyoung snapped. “You’re being alarmingly calm about this, considering the shit storm that’s decided to roll it’s way through us.”

     V sighed, though his vacant gaze was unwavering. “I’m anything but calm. However… acting out in hysterics isn’t going to solve our problem. Talking like adults…deciding our next course of action. That’s what gets things done. Point a finger at me again, Saeyoung, and I’ll pop you in the mouth myself.”

     Though they both knew he would never, but still Saeyoung slumped down in the nearest chair with a sour face. V could barely make it out, but he knew the expression well. It had been the same since he was a child. The corners of his mouth pulled down and his brow pinched together with fury, like it’s the last face he’ll ever make, and V tried to hold back a fond smile.

     “Do you have any inkling on who it might be?” Jumin finally spoke up.

     “If I did, I wouldn’t be here talking to you, now, would I?” Saeyoung huffed, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

     “Sorry to interrupt,” an unexpected voice found its way into the room.

     “Jaehee, what is it?” Jumin straightened up as she closed the door behind her.

     Her face held hesitancy and she cleared her throat before finally speaking.

     “It’s about the latest bootleg shipment. Apparently, it’s gone missing,” she reported.

     “What the fuck do you mean, missing?” Saeyoung sat up from his chair.

     “I don’t know how to make it any more clear…” she made a quick glance at Saeyoung before returning her eyes to V. “The truck never made it to the drop point. No one has seen it or heard from the driver.”

     “This is not good,” Jumin hinted.

     “No shit,” Saeyoung said, the look on his face making it clear that his gears were turning.

     The room was silent as a church, everyones eyes on each other as if thinking the same thoughts. They were in good standing with the neighboring families. Everyone knew their territories and happily stuck to them. Plenty of police force names lined their payroll…so why now?

     “It could be the coppers,” Saeyoung said with a serious face.

     “It could,” said V, “it could be a number of things.” Jumin nodded in agreement. “ First things first. Jaehee, bring me more info on this missing shipment. I don’t care if you have to knock down the drivers’ mothers’ door, I want info. Find Frank, see if he’s heard of any recent booze busts.”

     “Of course,” Jaehee nodded and left the room as quickly as she could.

     “Saeyoung,” V continued, “you know what to do. I have my hands full as it is with this wedding situation.”

     “Oh yeah,” Saeyoung peeked through the blinds onto the courtyard. A crew of men were still setting up tents and tables in preparation. “Is this really the best time for this?”

     “It’s Marcos daughter, of course it’s a good time. When things get rough…that’s when we need celebration. There’s no better time to boost morale. Besides, he’s one of our best, and I seem to remember him saving your ass from a pinch more than a few times,” V smiled.

     Jumin decided to chime in. “Like his first soup job?” Both V and Jumin gave a hearty laugh. “Driving around the whole damned city with the safe in the struggle buggy,” Jumin continued, “before Marco showed up to save your ass. And how much did you end up cracking for, again?”

     “You know damn well how much,” Saeyoung sneered.

     “Then there’s no reason you can’t say it. Go ahead, hot shot. Remind us how much you swiped.”

     Saeyoung’s face turned sour, like the words were bile in his throat. “…Ten dollars,” he finally barked.

     Both of the men roared with laughter for a moment at the memory, so much so that Jumin seemed to wipe a tear from his eye.

     “Okay, okay,” V breathed in deeply when he stood from his chair, “leave the poor kid alone. Come on, let’s get some dinner.”

     He began to trail behind Jumin but paused for a moment, placing his hand firmly on the shoulder of Saeyoung and squeezing just once. His body was stiff and serious.

     “I’m trusting in you, Saeyoung. Find that son of a bitch,” V’s voice was almost a whisper, and as quickly as he had faced him he was now turned around, satisfied with his message.

     Saeyoung watched as they left, taking note of the fact that V seemed to be favoring his cane a lot more in the last few days. The weight of what that could mean fixed heavily on his shoulders, but his body remained stiff and strong with his resolve.


     There were joyous smiles all around as the sound of Zen’s singing filled the tent. Suddenly everyone was a hoofer, even the tough burly men could be found rolling up their sleeves and dancing with their gals to the music. It was strange to see the cities most dangerous criminals laughing and jabber-jawing, seemingly carefree. You had to admit, even you couldn’t help but get out there, taking Yoosung for a time as your partner. Now you took a break, fondly overlooking the bride with her done-up chestnut hair, her and her groom with goofy smiles as he spun her around.

     “How about that food,” Jaehee walked up beside you.

     “Look at you, all dolled up!” you smiled as you grabbed at the lace of her dress, “is it because…” you gestured with your eyes to Zen.

     “It’s a wedding,” she huffed but a pink tint spread on her face, “last I heard, you were supposed to dress nice,” she said matter-of-factly. “Besides, you don’t look half bad yourself.”

     You gave her a shy thanks before she thrust a bottle into your hands.

     “Say, do me a favor and bring that bottle to my table? They’re dry but…I wanna sit and listen to the rest of this song,” she mused.

     “Whatever you say, boss.”

     The table was half empty, two women you didn’t recognize and a guy you’d seen before on various jobs. He was portly with a kind face, practically jumping for joy when you placed the bottle on the table.

     “Join us, have a drink!” he shouted and poured you a glass quickly, sliding it in front of you as you sat.

     “I’m Betty,” the blonde girl to your left produced a perfect smile. “Isn’t this party just swanky? I’d love to get a look inside that house,” she sighed, sloshing the liquid in her glass before taking a sip.

     “She means inside the bedroom, particularly,” the brunette piped up. She had quite a bit of rouge on, or perhaps she was just that drunk, you couldn’t quite tell. The waves of her hair pressed neatly against her oval face.

     “Will you quit razzing me, already,” the blonde stuck her tongue out.


     The source of the voice was none other than Saeyoung. He and two other men approached the table in earnest.

     “Boss,” Anthony stood from his seat at once.

     Saeyoung gave him a few enthusiastic taps on the cheek as a greeting.

     “You haven’t come to say hi! Now I see why,” he laughed and winked at the ladies sitting in their seats, their bodies leaning in interest at the exchange.

     Saeyoung snatched the glass from Anthony’s hand, draining the contents into his mouth with one solid gulp. He gave an immediate look of disgust, shaking his head as he placed the cup on the table.

     “How can you drink this foot juice,” he pat the man’s broad back, “come on. I got the good stuff inside. You don’t mind if I steal him away, do you, ladies?”

     “Rhatz! No…go ahead,” they both nodded despite their pouty expressions. They were clearly hoping to be invited.  

     “Excuse me, then,” Anthony remarked before being led off by the men.

     Saeyoung tipped his hat to you before joining the other three in a laugh about something you hadn’t quite heard, their voices trailing as they made their way to the house. Something about the way that went made you feel cold. You’d never seen them interact much before. So, while everyone got lined up, occupied with giving their gifts to the happy couple, you decided to sneak off and see what they were up to. You couldn’t miss and opportunity to hear important information, and if anyone caught you, you’d just say you were looking for the powder room.

     Sure you had seen them go around this exact corner, but the grounds among the house were vast and confusing. You’d been here less than a handful of times, and never were you allowed to just wander around V’s house. The sounds of the music and chatter faded more and more, until you found a door slightly ajar.

     Your chest tightened with adrenaline and you stilled your breathing before peeking in the crack. The first thing you saw was Anthony, bloody faced and curled over on the floor, followed by a low hum of voices. A swift kick landed on his chest, the foot belonging to none other than Saeyoung.

     “It’s just like I said,” Antony hacked between his words, “the c-cop is my neighbor…our…our daughters play together…that’s all,” his hand gripped at his chest and his large frame began to shiver with pain. “I don’t know n-nothin about-“

     Saeyoung cut him off, bending down and grabbing Anthony by the collar.

     “You know what I think? I think you’re a fucking liar. I think you know a lot of things, things you might have told that cop friend of yours. And I just can’t have that,” he puffed a heavy breath of air before bringing his fist down thrice on the side of the mans face. “You fucked with my money.”

     It was a pain like no other creeping inside of you. Watching another person get beat, knowing it could be…should be you, instead. The guilt of it all was too much to handle. This man had a wife…a daughter. Sickness threatened to rise up and spill from your mouth.

     Saeyoung pulled a gun, his fingers readying it with a harsh click. Piss soiled the front of Anthony’s pants, streams of pleading words jumbled together through tears. However, the gun pointed swiftly towards the door. Towards you. All you could manage was a gasp before the trigger was pulled.

     The bullet blast through the door just above your head, raining shards of wood into your hair. After taking a moment to remember how to breathe, you kicked the door open, letting your rage take over.

     “Did you seriously just fucking shoot at me?!” you let out an exasperated scream.

     “Depends,” he stood up, dropping a now passed out Anthony back onto the floor and facing you with a calm expression, “did you seriously just fucking eavesdrop.”

     “Are you out of your fucking mind?” you said shakily.

     “Relax,” he drew the word out in a joking manner, “it’s not like I hit you,” he said casually, shrugging his shoulders.

     “She’s right,” another man spoke up, “what if V heard…we’d be in a shit load of-“

     “Ugh,” Saeyoung groaned, “you guys are too serious. No one heard, the music is too loud and they’re all drunk anyway.”

     He nudged at Anthony with his foot, the body still limp and unmoving.

     “Get him out of here and finish him, he smells like piss,” Saeyoung said.

     The two men each carried an end, hastily removing him from the room. And then it was silent for a moment.

     “Are you gunna keep staring at me or you gunna say what you wanna say?” Saeyoung broke the silence.

     “You have blood on your sleeves,” you quietly pointed out.

     Saeyoung inspected his arms. “So I do,” he rolled them up to conceal the stains before grabbing a towel to wipe his knuckles.

     More silence hung heavy in the room.

     “What if you’re wrong?”

     “About?” Saeyoung replied curtly.

     “Anthony. What if you’re wrong…won’t you feel bad?”

     “Now why would I go and feel something like that?” he smiled quizzically.

     “You can’t possibly be that cruel.”

     “And how do you know what I’m like,” he threw the towel before turning to you. “One mans life means nothing in comparison to what we have built. I’ll do what I have to to keep us alive.”

     “Even if that means killing the innocent?”

     “Doll, none of us are innocent.”

     That may be true, but it didn’t mean someone deserved to die. Laws are in place for a reason. The way they operated was barbaric, but of course you couldn’t say that. Not unless you wanted to end up in the same body bag as Anthony.

     “You’re too trusting. That’s how you end up dead, don’t forget that. Why do you care so much how I feel, anyway?” Saeyoung asked, stepping a bit closer to you.

     “I…I don’t know,” you admitted.

     Why did you care? You had a desperate need to know he had some good in him. Something about his character drew you in. Sometimes, when you were together, you could even forget that you both were on opposing sides.

     “Why are you here?” his voice was bold, his feet carrying him even closer to you.

     “I don’t know,” you said once again.

     His hand brushed the soft skin of your cheek, wiping at the rouge. “Are you stuck on me?”

     His face softened and the corners of his mouth formed a small smile. He held still, waiting for you to say something, anything. As much as you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t ignore the rapid beating of your heart at his touch. The look on your face must have said it all.

     Ever so slowly he pressed his lips against yours into a surprisingly gentle kiss. When you didn’t pull away, each kiss became rougher, all the built up tension releasing into this single act. He pressed himself against you and you moaned softly, realizing you had wrapped your hands around his neck at some point and pulled him closer.

Trying Too Hard (Part 1)

Summary: Hydra tries to make you a better version of Bucky. The Avengers get word of this and go to rescue you, but you won’t come willingly.

Warnings: swearing, violence, fighting, death (kinda)

Ship: Bucky x Reader

A/N: I recommend reading Part Zero if you haven’t!

Part Zero Part One

Tony had just called a meeting after Jarvis had informed him of some suspicious Hydra activity. If the rumors were true, they were trying to recreate The Winter Soldier. 

The Avengers slowly filed into the board room while Tony stood waiting. 

“What’s going on?” Asked Steve, taking a seat next to Sam and Nat. 

“Where Bucky?” Tony answered with another question. “He needs to be here for this.” 

“Right here.” A voice from the doorway chimed in. Bucky sat down on the other side of Sam. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Let’s begin.” Tony sighed, tapping the ring he was wearing against the table. “I don’t think there’s an easy way to say this so I’m just going to say it.”

“Tony…” Natasha inquired, voice low with suspicion. “What’s wrong?”

The tension in the room was easily detectable. Normally Tony wasn’t so hesitant to reveal a new mission or problem. Clint sat up in his chair and Wanda glanced around to read everyone’s faces. 

Tony’s eyes flicked to Bucky and then to Steve. 

“Hydra’s making a new, and probably improved, Winter Soldier.” Tony revealed, watching to gauge everyone’s reactions. 

Bucky’s face was unreadable. 

“Well then we need to go and find them now, before Hydra succeeds.” Steve decides, and everyone else nods. 

“I agree.” Bucky adds, watching as he curls his metal fingers into a fist before unclenching them again. 

“Maybe you should stay out of this one, Buck.” Steve suggests, eyeing Bucky carefully. 

“I think if anyone should go, it’s Bucky..” Wanda answered before Bucky could. “After all, he probably knows his way around better than us. Also if we’re going to fight a person with a metal arm maybe bringing another metal arm is the way to go.”

“Let’s suit up.” 

You’re walking down the hallway of the Hydra compound, having just returned from a mission. The line where metal connected to flesh at your shoulder hurt, you weren’t given enough time to recover after the surgery (amputation?). 

Your legs were walking on autopilot back to your room for a mission debriefing, while your mind was racing. 

You killed someone. 

The pleading and desperate voice of the woman echoed through your head. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. It was kill or be killed at Hydra, and you didn’t plan on dying so soon. You had to stay alive until you could find a way to escape. 

When you joined Hydra, you were under the impression that you would become a hero. You thought they were the good guys. You didn’t know how incredibly wrong you were. 

The image of that lady’s brains exiting her head flashed before your eyes and you found it hard to breathe. You frantically ripped off the mask covering your nose and mouth and sucked in the unfiltered air. 

Movement above you caught your eye and you looked up. Through the glass ceiling you saw a black dot slowing increasing in size, coming down straight above you. You squinted in confusion, trying to make out what it was when suddenly it came crashing through the glass. 

You quickly rolled out of the way as a man landed on the ground in front of you. It was Captain America, who was shortly joined by Iron Man and a girl with a red glow surrounding her. You recognized her as Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, betrayer of Hydra. 

“What the hell is this?” You growl, your stance defensive as emergency sirens sound around the compound. 

“Found her! Well that was easy.” A man with robotic bird wings comments as he lands next to Captain America. Wanda punched his arm with a glare while Captain America took a step forward.

“I know you don’t know who we are, but we’re here to rescue you. Please, come with us.” His voice was soft and cautious, as if talking to a feral cat that he suddenly wanted as a house pet. 

“I know exactly who you are.” You respond, glancing around to check for Hydra guards. 

Your escape had come sooner than you’d thought, but before you could tell him that you’d go, another person landed, breaking his fall with a metal arm. You gasped, taking a step back and clenching your fists. Captain America took note of your reaction and you saw him raise his shield slightly. 

“You’re-” You gasp, horrified. The mask falls out of your hand and hits the ground. “You’re him.” 

The Winter Soldier stands up, and your eyes meet. You’ve never seen his whole face, in the all of the pictures he wears the mask and black makeup around his eyes. 

“I know you’re very scared right now, but I can help you. I can teach you how to use the arm.” He offers, but he looks tense and on edge, probably from being even remotely close to Hydra. 

“I don’t want your help!” You raise your voice, advancing towards him. “You’re the reason I’m like this! It’s your fault!” 

You hear the words in your head. About how they’d make you better than him, stronger, faster, an even better arm. You stomp towards him, the technology in your arm audibly winding up to prepare for a punch. You swing but he blocks it with his own metal arm. You clash metal to metal, and you growl with effort as both arms shift gears to try to overpower the other. For a moment you begin to overpower him, and his eyes widen, before Captain America grabs you and pulls you backwards. You swing at him with your flesh hand but you’re already too far apart. 

“Let go of me!” You growl out, struggling to get free. You lash out and manage to hit him in the face with your metal arm. His grip loosens just enough for you to slip out and tackle the Winter Soldier, landing a punch as you go down. 

“I killed someone today!” You screamed, but your voice cracked halfway through. You move to punch him again but his metal hand encloses around yours and squeezes, hard. “I killed someone. Because of you.” 

You try to rip your arm out of his hold before a ball of red energy hits you and everything goes black. 


For anon…enjoy!

You glanced up when you heard the chime of the shop go off. You glanced at the front to see a couple other shoppers walk in. You looked them over a moment. A giant tree, a green woman, a tattooed man, a guy in a leather jacket, and a raccoon. Your gaze remained on the raccoon the longest.

The raccoon glanced your way and noticed your staring. He smiled as you resumed your own shopping. You were currently looking at a few smaller weapons. You needed something that was inconspicuous but could do the job. Your hand hovered over an automatic crossbow.

“That’s a stealthy little thing,” a voice from behind commented.
You turned around to see the raccoon with a smirk. “I need it to be.”
He mused a moment. “You might wanna go for a simple laser. More lightweight.”
“Not a bad idea,” you complimented.
“Thanks,” he replied with a smirk, “I have another idea.”
“Yeah. I’d like to take the prettiest thing with me, but I don’t think I can buy it.”
You cocked your head, unsure of where this was going. “What’s so pretty that you can’t buy?”
He winked. “You, doll face.”

Your cheeks immediately flushed red. The raccoon at your side only smirked wider. You bit your lip while averting your gaze back to the weapon. There was no doubt in your mind that his smug expression had not gone away. Who was this guy?

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persephone-is-here-omg  asked:

Bucky and you having a huge marking kink, so both of you (all the time) go around littered in bruises. Your ass has always imprints of his hands, your neck and the inside of your thighs are always full of hickeys until the point Steve has to ask you both to tone it down a little because your suits are not covering all of them anymore.

“Y/N you could see them when you did that news segment!” Steve reprimands

“Good, let the world know she’s mine” Bucky chimes in over your shoulder kissing your neck

Sinful Sunday™

No brickwork so tight
It can not block a flower
Relentless racemes of the heart
A love’s perfumed tenacity
Ne'er swallowed by concrete
Stone, sand, gravel
That which is already broken
Can not blunt the sun
Nor inflorescent spikelets
Laughter, support, affection
Chip away at darkness layered
In imperfect tessellation
Your voice chimes cyme
Over and under
Bursting through
We find a way


rivendell101  asked:

"you think you're funny?" bixanna

Be A Doll

Pairing; Bixanna

Word Count; 254

A/N; I love this couple! So cute! 

“You think you’re funny?” Lisanna asked, arms crossed over her chest as she pouted down at her boyfriend. And when she said pouted down, she meant pouted down. Because he had her floating above him, in the middle of the guild hall. 

“I sure do,” He grinned.

“I sure do! I sure do!” Lisanna rolled her eyes at the chiming of his dolls, only three disembodied voices as two were busy holding her up by her shirt. She kicked again, knowing it was futile. The dolls danced around her head, mocking her.

“I’m taller than Levy!” she pointed out, waving off the blue haired girl’s offended ‘hey’ and Gajeel’s indiscreet snorting. 

“But you’re tiny enough my babies can lift ya!” Bickslow leered, grinning up at her. His eyes glowed green, helmet beside him on the bar counter as he conducted his flying wooden dolls with a lazy finger. “Small enough to be my doll.”

“If you change my sister into one of your puppets I will pin you by your throat to the bottom of the nearest pond.” Mira Jane called, smiling sweetly as she wiped the steam off of a clean cup. 

“Nah,” Bickslow waved off, crooking a finger to bring his dolls -and Lisanna- back to him. They all flew away, dropping her in his lap with a small shriek, all five giggling as they disappeared to wherever Bickslow kept them. “I like her better like this anyway, ain’t that right doll?”

Lisanna rolled her eyes again, but smiled as she returned his smug kiss anyway. 


“Come by?” Augustus asked, quieter; guiltily.

“Yeah. At t-t-ten, if that’s okay? I n-need to talk to you, but not here…n-not like this.”

Augustus paled, his mouth growing dry and an eerie cold dripping into his bloodstream. He forgot to breathe. From a distance, the clock tower chimed. On the hour; every hour. “Talk?” he faintly echoed, feeling lightheaded.

“Yes,” Patrick whispered, his gray eyes still firmly holding Gus’. “It’s nothing bad, really.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. Okay. Ten, you said?”


hey, @queercapwriting! i found what i was looking for!

lots of thanks goes to @onefootone for totally listening and chiming in on this with me. we had discussed this in the context of possible director sanvers, but i’m gonna keep it to just sanvers here.

So like, not long after alex comes out to ade as nb, he invites them to go paintballing with some of his queer group. and on the one hand, alex is totally looking forward to it, but on the other - alex is hyper aware of how long it took them to figure things out.

hell, they’re still figuring themself out, how they want to present. they have some new clothes, a haircut, maybe they’ve had a binder a couple weeks, but are still working on it. alex is super nervous getting ready for it at first, but maggie gets them to calm down. reminds them that this is just paintball with a bunch of college kids, no one is gonna care what they’re wearing. they end up in some comfy, easy to move in clothes don’t care about too much. maybe a pair of worn out deo cargoes they took home after they got to the point they weren’t presentable enough for work.

once they get to the paintball place? it’s amazing. everyone is respecting their pronouns and it’s natural and casual.

and like, alex gives everyone some basic lessons on tactics and general pointers on getting good aim and such. probably plays a bit on both sides for the sake of fairness. everyone thinks they are way cool by the end of it for sure.

and alex? has a complete blast. being so accepted and respected is amazing, and they even find themself able to make a few jokes. something they hadn’t thought they’d be able to do anywhere near this soon, but here it feels natural and good. they, too, are looking forward to getting to do something like this again.

Dating is hard y’all...

Especially when you’re not really trying to.

Case in point, there’s an event next tuesday night that I’m going to and someone posted on facebook asking who all is going. I said I was, and no one else chimed in so later after a couple of back and forths of everyone else bowing out because of finals, I nonchalantly and with 0 additional meaning behind it said, “Guess just you and I are going.” She replied back, “it’s a date!”

I figured she was just joking around, or being flippant, since I’d never even seen her name before, and had 0 idea who she was.

Today she starts msging me incessantly, flirting heavily, and telling me how much she’s looking forward to our first date. Ummm ok… so I click on her FB profile and she’s got a picture of herself with a Women for Trump pin and later a shirt that says White, Southern, and Proud!

Da fuck?????????

Yeah, I think I need to just block her and avoid the event.

Finals you know.


It had been an infinitely long and difficult journey. But they had made it. Finally.

They were home. Home at last.

Captain Janeway stood at the viewport, gazing at the beautiful blue and green orb, unsure about exactly what to think. The door chimed and she turned.


Chakotay entered, carrying a large variety of PADDs, undoubtedly requiring her attention. Before he could tell her about them, however, he sensed that something was off with her. Setting the work aside, he turned to face her.

“Are you alright, Kathryn?”

Janeway turned away from him slightly, not making eye contact.

“Of course.”

Chakotay didn’t believe her. Not for a second. After all this time, he knew when something was bothering her.

“Everything’s going to be just fine, Kathryn. You got us all home. Thanks to you the crew can move on with their lives now.”

Kathryn turned back to him now. Tears brimming in her eyes.

“That’s just it, Chakotay”

“What,” Chakotay asked, worried, “what’s wrong?”

“I can’t… I can’t lose you, Chakotay.”

A wave of relief washed over Chakotay. Everything was going to be ok, he realized and smiled. He took a step closer to Kathryn and lightly grasped her hands, pulling her to him.

“Kathryn, look at me.”

Kathryn did as she was told, gazing up into the warm brown eyes.

“Kathryn, you could never lose me. I will always be with you, no matter what.”

“Oh, Chakotay…”

Kathryn reached up and wrapped her arms around him, reveling in the reassuring embrace. Minutes later, she pulled away slightly and turned back to the view outside. Suddenly completely content, for the first time in nearly seven years.

- K

Hence, I hurt.

I hurt, not because I refuse to let you go 
Nor because, I do not understand 
There is nothing more that I have wished for 
More than your happiness
Or prayed for your healthy future
Accepting that it did not have to
Necessarily be with me in it.
The way we once wished for. 

I hurt, because this feeling is a stranger.
The heart chimed like the purest silver bells 
The feeling of safety was unknown
I have smiled smiles
My face has never seen
Changed the way true love should change you.
Let go of things I should have, years ago
Hence I hurt.  

A soul that was conditioned to feel 
Scared and attacked 
Now feels genuinely at ease.
A body that repelled touch,
Now craves to be held
A mind that thought
Thoughts ugly and dark
Now recognizes light - Due to the light of your soul. 

Walls I built up, broken 
Each pre conceived notions- shattered
Knowing that I do deserve a love so tender.
Feels like living in a world I never knew existed.
Reality has begun to feel better
The need to hide- diminished, 
I am having growing pains. 
Hence, I hurt. 

 - K. 

I'm trying to quit smoking

For several reasons, and have switched to a vapor pen to start. So far, so good. But. I still get cravings for a cigarette.
So. To combat this, I’m making a giant list of all the reasons quiting smoking is good for me.

I want you all to chime in and help support any other fellow quitters. So, all parts on this topic will now have the tag #quittingisgoodbecause
And I’m going to add reasons, and I would love to see others reblog with reasons. Especially if you quit, or are quitting.

Plot Drop: The Calm

The hatched magic had spread across Soapberry Springs. Citizens in all walks of life had to endure the spiteful or overly helpful forces that no one seemed to be able to harness.

The Mayor’s Office was desperate for a solution, but with Mr. Fisk speaking only monosyllabic words after he upset one of the space eggs and Mayor Hormel dealing with a deluge of fish, none seemed to be forthcoming. Various groups in town have begun to chime in to offer their own solutions to the problem. 

One coven of witches has told people to grind the eggshells down and burn the dust in a fire to be held during their own one-time-only-invite ritual.

A pod of merms insist that if the shells are thrown into the waves, the ocean will wash away the magic, but … seafolk always assume the ocean will save them.

One nymph proclaims that using the eggs to mulch her special grove of fruit trees is bound to bear fruit that will cure anything, especially the magic curses.

All sorts of people and groups have offered their solutions with no noticeable result – until now, when the wild spells just suddenly … stop. The problems they caused and most of their gifts have also disappeared without warning. Out of eyesight, the spells burrowed away like cicadas. Some went into the ground, some infused within an item that the spell favored. Trees deep in the forest, driftwood strewn across the beach, beautiful antiques forgotten in dusty shops, books that haven’t been borrowed in decades, and other sorts of nature, art, and ephemera. Each time they leave behind the faintest mark; four different sigils for four different spells.

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anonymous asked:

the boys get the Amazon "Alexa" voice assistant and have one in their bedroom, accidentally activating it while having sex (Alex and Alexa sound very similar when moaning it apparently) and Alexa always responds with a witty come back about not being able to do that/not wanting to

John’s just begging to be fucked harder and Alex is all ready to give it to him rough and then aLEXA CHIMES IN

John dies laughing 

sonata-k  asked:

How was squick used? Like would you tag something you didn't want to see or comment "X is my squick because of Y"?

For the original ask, requesting the definition of squick, please see this post.

Squick is a fun term that was often used as both a noun and a verb. Either X was one of your squicks, or X squicked you, or squicked you out, or squicked you hard.

It was often used in fic exchanges. They would ask for a list of your squicks so that the gifting author would know not to include any hint of them. It was also used in casual conversation with fandom friends, authors, artists, etc. It could be left in comments, or as a reason you just didn’t read your best fandom friend’s latest fic. “Sorry, bff, you know I love your writing, but you have X tagged at the top, and that just squicks me out.” “Hey, no worries, best reader friend! I totally get it. Give this one a pass, but I’ll send you a note when I post my next one! I promise it will be totally X-free!”

Here’s the thing though. In your example, you explain why X is your squick with Y. But the beauty of squick was that (at least in my experience) no explanation was necessary. Not only was it not necessary, it was rarely asked for. A squick is a squick, and there doesn’t have to be any rhyme or reason. In fact, why would you have a rational, bullet-pointed, well-thought-out argument as to why something squicked you out? Very often it’s a visceral reaction, and if you don’t like the thing, you’re likely not going to sit and do deep meditation on why not.

Squicks were respected by fandom. You don’t like the thing, okay, we will tag the thing appropriately, you do not have to read the thing, no judgments on either side. There was no fandom policing, only respect.

And this, I think, is super important, because fandom policing is a problem, especially when it comes to triggers. “Trigger” has become so overused, so all-encompassing, that people feel they have to defend their legitimate triggers. If X triggers you, it triggers you, and you DO NOT need to provide an explanation. But because “trigger” is so often used in place of “squick,” some people feel they have the right to “call out” those who use the word. They want explanations, they want you to tell them what that triggering concept does to you, so they can call bullshit and feel superior. You don’t have to explain either your squicks or your triggers, but using the correct word stops the fandom police from feeling as though they have the right to ask.

Bring “squick” back, people. Don’t devalue triggers, which are horrible, nasty, dangerous things.