above and afar

Must Listen May: Mabel

An interesting piece of trivia I’d like to offer to you all before starting this review is that this show officially premiered nine days after my nineteenth birthday. And when I think of September, the first thing that comes to mind is how much I enjoy doing September in Review and how long it took for me to figure out whether or not I wanted to squeeze Mabel into it. 

But the siren’s call of horror has been a strong one this month, and I was compelled to go with my instincts on the SABLE and Mabel match up for the end of spring. Also, I like rhyming as much as I love perfect timing.

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Freedom II Taehyung Smut

Originally posted by vminv

“Can you write a something where BTS is the cool peeps or like the bad peeps at school and they dare Tae to go on a date with you (a shy quiet girl)!!! Smut smut smut but like angst ending or you make the ending.”

Taehyung x Reader

/ smut / angst (?) at the end / 

Thanks for Reading! ❤️

PART TWO ◀️ ◀️ here

masterlist ◀️ ◀️ here

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AN: How do people come up with these amazing and unique requests? They are so great! Thank you so much to the anon that sent this, I really hope you like it! *The gif is not mine, found on google. Please ignore any spelling errors! Xoxoxoxoxo :3

Pairing: Pietro (AoU) X Reader (with a little bit of Wanda X Reader sprinkled in there as well)

Prompt: Pietro X ReI know you’re requests are closed but I had to do this before I forget. If it’s not too much, I’d would like to read a pietroXreader where the reader has the same power as him, but they’re are on opposites sides, and then they fall for each other and with that, the reader has o make the decision if she’s gonna keep on the bad side, or if she’s going to give up on everything to be with him. If it’s too much for you that’s okay! P.s.: I love your tumblr! Xoxoader

Warnings: Needles, experimentation, mentions of death (father is dead)

((A few things: FYI to the readers~ Just as background, I am making it so that the reader was experimented on as well))



Pietro Maximoff crossed his arms over his large chest and peered at his sister, Wanda Maximoff, with an bored expression. He watched the rest of the Avengers as they looked around the vacant factory, looking for any clues that they could.

“I am telling you, no one is here. It was a false lead.” Pietro sighed.

Iron Man’s suit opened up in the front, allowing for Tony Stark to walk out of it. Stark ran his fingers along the dusty factory table top. “The kid’s right, this place hasn’t been touched in years.”

You stood in the rafters high above the team, watching from afar with your head tilted to the side curiously. You had expect the Avengers to be less…well, for lack of a better word, normal.

“Now?” You heard one of the soldiers whisper through your earpiece.

“Not yet.” You answered. You still wanted to observe them a little more, and wait for the right opportunity.

You watched each Avenger closely, calculating how long it would take for you to get to each one.

The real issue was the one known as Pietro Maximoff, you couldn’t risk him stopping you. You were some sort of attempt at a recreation of him that HYRDA had made, but without Loki’s scepter, his powers were hard to make again. You had speed far above the norm, that was for sure, but you weren’t nearly as fast as Quicksilver. So, you relied heavily on your combat skills and not purely on your speed, you just hoped that would be enough.

You had to take him out first before you attacked the others.

“Now.” You hissed into the headset, and your team of HYRDA solider fell down from the ceiling and began to fight, taking the Avengers completely by surprise.

You quickly snuck around the back of the fighting where Pietro and his sister were. You would prefer to not have to fight both him and the Scarlet Witch, but you knew that you wouldn’t find a better opportunity.

You charged foreword and slammed into the large back of Quicksilver, knocking him to the ground. As fast as you could, you grabbed his arm and spun him to the side then released, which sent him flying toward the nearest wall.

You had to get rid of him fast, or else the entire plan could fall apart.

“Brother!” You heard his twin shout, and you made the critical mistake of looking over your shoulder in her direction.

Because you let your guard down for even a second, Pietro was able to slam into you, his head plowing into your stomach and his arms wrapped firmly around your waist.

Quicker than you could ever run, Pietro sprinted to the closest wall and pinned you to it. 

“Who they hell are you?” He snarled, flashing his teeth threateningly.

“None of your damned business!” You hissed back. 

Wanda jogged up behind her brother and narrowed her eyes. “You are with HYRDA, yes? How is it that you have the same powers as my brother?”

You just spit at her feet, not answering.

“Fine, then.” She said, her eyes shifting into a dark, blood red and her fingertips producing a red, swirling energy. “I guess I will just have to look myself.”

Pietro sent a quick glance over to his twin while he held you in place, and for a moment you thought you could see some pity in his eyes for you. The last thing you wanted was this man’s pity.

Wanda brushed her crimson fingers along the sweat-covered skin on your forehead, and suddenly you were no longer in the factory.


You were strapped to a metal table, unable to move as men with all sorts of needles and knifes came over to you. You saw one take your arm in his large hand, steadying it.

You felt sick to your stomach as another man came over to you with a large injection in his hand, some sort of dark liquid in it. You regretted volunteering for these expiriments, the only thing you wanted now was to get out of there.

“N-no!” You shouted as you squirmed under the scientist’s hands. “Don’t, please!”

“It will be over soon, this is the beginning of something good, Y/N.” The man said as he aligned the tip of the needle with the vein in your arm. “You are doing humanity a great service. Your father would be proud.”

My father…you thought. Your father had been a part of HYRDA long before you were born, and you were very close with him and the organization as you got older. But, when the Avengers killed him in a raid on a HYRDA base, you volunteered to be experimented on so that you could eventually get back at them.

You felt them ease the needle under your skin, and when the injected the serum, all you felt was pain. You felt the liquid run through your body and penetrate every cell, you felt the change immediately.

Screaming, you thrashed on the table. The scientists backed up and observed you with unreadable expressions.

As the hours of pain and shouting continued, you heard one say, “It isn’t going to work, we might as well pull the plug on her. She’s going to die at this rate.”

They unbuckled your legs and arms, and you bolted up right. You wanted to run as far away as you could away from those horrid people.

You bolted for the door, only to find it locked, then ran over to the corner of the room, breathing heavily. You were able to run faster than you ever had before.

They watched you in amazement, and you looked up at them with hard eyes, hissing, “I will live!”


You snapped your eyes open, you were shaking with all the fear and the pain that the memory brought to the surface.

“Stop!” You shouted, when you felt her still poking around in your mind. You didn’t want any more memories. You felt another one coming on, god no.

Please.” You pleaded quietly, your voice cracking. Tears streamed down your face as you looked at her hopelessly.

Pietro looked at his twin with a hard expression. “Wanda, that is enough.”

She severed the link with your mind and stumbled back a few steps. She looked up at you with lighter eyes, her expression suddenly shifting from hostile to something kinder.

“Y/N…” She murmured your name as she recalled your name from the vision. “So much pain…”

You shook your head furiously from side to side, “I don’t want your sympathy, or your pity! I don’t want anything from you!”

You managed to wiggle one arm free from Pietro’s grip and slapped him across the face. It wasn’t even hard enough to make him bleed, you lacked the emotion needed behind it to really hurt him. You weren’t sure why.

Pietro winced at his stinging face, but didn’t budge.

You looked around you and saw the rest of the Avengers coming towards you, your team was completely wiped out. You should have known that you stood no chance against them.

“Why are you holding on to her?” Tony said, coming straight up to Pietro. “I can finish her off if you want.”

Pietro’s eyes flashed at him and he pressed his body against you, shielding you from Stark. “No, she isn’t like the others.”

You looked at Pietro carefully, you had never had anyone protect you, at least not without orders. A strange, new emotion stirred in you, something very warm and inviting.

Still, you reminded yourself that it was this very team that killed your father, and you would rather die fighting to avenge him than live giving up.

“I don’t need your protection.” You snarled, and surprisingly Pietro let you push against his chest angrily. He looked at you like a small child, and if you didn’t know any better he looked as if he was allowing you to take your anger out on him. “I don’t want it.”

“Let go of me.” You meant to say with a stern tone, but it came out much to soft to be intimidating. Pietro obliged, releasing you from his cage.

You stumbled away from him, only to find yourself surrounded by the Avengers. There was no way that you were ever going to get out of there.

We can not get a hold of any other soldiers, what is going on out there?” You heard your HYRDA officer’s fuzzy voice through the earpiece. You ripped it off and threw it to the ground, grinding it under the heel of your shoe.

This was no longer a HYRDA mission, it was much more personal.

You zoomed over to a small gap between Thor and the Black Widow, but of course Pietro caught your arm far before you could get out of the circle.

“Dragul Meu, we won’t hurt you unless you give us a reason to.” He whispered, his accent thick with pain in seeing you this way. “So, please, don’t give us a reason to.”

You ripped your arm out of his hand and turned back at him with hostile eyes. “I wanted to kill you, and I will try again. Isn’t that reason enough?”

“Why are you so keen on getting blood on your hands?” A man known as Hawkeye said, coming up to stand next to Wanda.

“You people think that you are so pure and innocent, right?” You snapped, gesturing to the lot of them surrounding you. “For some reason, people worship the ground that you walk on. No one ever thinks about the people you have killed, or the families that you have ruined!”

“We killed her father on a raid a while back.” Wanda explained, recalling it from the memory she saw. “It was the only family she had, that is why she volunteered for the experiments.”

Pietro Maximoff took your wrist and pulled you towards him. “Listen, I know what that is like. Wanda and I were in the same position you were in a while back, but we realized that we had made some wrong choices, which is why we joined the Avengers. They are not bad people, you have to believe me.”

Pietro looked at you with those icy blue eyes, and for a moment you felt yourself give into him. His thumb ran circles over the back of your hand soothingly.


A large boom came from the other side of the room, a huge hole was blasted through the side of the factory and HYRDA soldiers poured in.

“Fight with us.” Pietro said, averting your eyes from the invasion. “Fight with us and let us show you that we are not the bad guys that you think we are.”

You looked up at him, then looked back at the HYRDA men coming at you with guns and their weapons. Are those the people you wanted to be with your entire life? You knew that to them you were just another weapon, another pawn in their game with SHIELD.

You looked over at Pietro and nodded, entwining your fingers in his.

regolithheart  asked:

Because I still can't get over @suchastart's Cresswell Mermaid AU drabble, what are your thoughts on a Cresswell Mermaid AU?

Oh, man…that drabble made my life, too. As we talked about in chat, there are just so many ways that Cresswell is PERFECT for a mermaid AU and there are a lot of places a story could go.

  • Cress as the mermaid who admires the world above from afar lines up beautifully with canon Cress, who keeps watch on Earth from above.
  • Imagine Cress’s beautiful operatic voice echoing out over the waves, luring sailors to their watery death. Or, if we go with a more Disneyfied angle, enchanting all who hear it with its beauty.
  • At least until a certain water witch by the name of Sybil steals it away in exchange for giving Cress a pair of legs and a Little Mermaid!plot ensues.
  • OR there’s the possibility we discussed of pirate!Thorne put ashore on a lonely island after his crew mutinied against him and left him with no one but curious mermaid!Cress for company. 
  • Initially, Thorne is all about trying to find a way off the island so he can get back to civilization, but as time goes on, he gets more and more attached to the girl in the lagoon. And that only makes the choice harder when he’s found by a passing ship and must decide whether to go home…or whether to stay with Cress.
  • OR what if the roles were reversed? What about merman!Thorne?
  • Think about the Cress’s father’s fishing boat being caught in a horrible storm and Cress being swept overboard, where she is rescued by a particularly “helpful” merman who may or may not have been the same one that’s been stealing his dinner from their nets for the past month.
    • Sidenote: Imagine both parties getting tangled up in Cress’s cloud of long, blonde hair since that’s just what wet hair does.
    • “Aces,” Thorne says around a faceful of golden hair as Cress clings to him to stay afloat, “Is that all hair?”

…now I really want to read a Cresswell Mermaid AU. This is all your fault, Reg!

The Savior’s not an Idiot (CS AU Week Day 2)

God, I love CS AU Week! This one I’ve been itching to write for a while now as it addresses one of the plot points in the series that has most pissed me off. Emma Swan is a smart lady who would definitely notice something majorly wrong with her boyfriend. So I fixed it. Hope you enjoy!

Rating: T (for Emma’s potty mouth)

Word Count: 2,744

Summary: A Canon Divergence which focuses on 4x11, “Heroes & Villains.” In this version of events, Emma realizes there’s something terribly wrong with her pirate and takes it upon herself to save his heart.

The first time she realizes something is wrong is at the sorcerer’s mansion. Elsa has just saved Emma’s magic, but Killian is behaving like she’d saved her life. Sure, he’s “a fan of” (his euphemism for loves since he knows she’s too chicken to accept the reality of their situation) every part of her, but his relief, his enthusiasm is too much. There’s something she’s missing. But for that moment, she’s happy to just kiss him, even with her blushing friend five feet away (Anna and Kristoff were probably jumping each other’s bones all the time, too, right? Probably).

The next time is much the same. With the curse of Shattered Sight upon them, the whole damn town is about to start ripping each other apart. It’s scary and she’s scared, but Killian looks… resigned, accepting? Like he knows the worst is coming whereas Emma is only worried that’s the inevitability. He’s usually so confident in her, justified or otherwise, but the way he says one last time suggests ever rather than just before the curse hits. And his kiss – it’s like a goodbye with his intensity, and again he’s being just a bit more passionate than he’d usually be with witnesses (he’s certainly never used tongue in front of her parents before, not that she isn’t enjoying it). He’s passionate, desperate, and also somehow… empty? It’s an echo of the desperation she recalls from her first kiss with Graham.

But she doesn’t have time to overanalyze any further. It’s her job to save everyone (him included).

(She can’t fail.)

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anonymous asked:

do you think you and kai are compatible if you were to ever become a couple?

LOOOOL oh hell no. it would just be an endless battle of me trying to convince him to wear socks and i cant imagine having kids who could end up getting his gene of socklessness. i cant risk it.

…i cant do it.


“I’m the kind to sit up in his room.
Heart sick an’ eyes filled up with blue”.


every morning juliet will lie on the dirt pile on the curb and wait for dogs to walk down the street, so she can hiss and bat at them from atop her filthy throne. if it’s a big dog then she’ll scamper under the bush to her secondary dirt pile (pictured above) and continue glaring from afar