an attempt was made what can i say

feelbending  asked:

Thomas I hope you're okay with all the current drama, I personally believe that you did nothing wrong at all. You're always making sure you're inclusive and doing the right thing, sorry your fandom's exploded :(

Hey!! Yeah, I’m doing fine!! Please don’t worry, these sorts of things happen sometimes and it gets very hard to address and handle all at once! I have made mistakes though, so please don’t feel like you have to defend all that I do, that’s not your responsibility, and I’ve been doing what I can to make sure things were addressed!

There was a piece of art of myself that was posted a while back that I put under a Read More and tagged nsfw because it was, and it was revealed later, after the artists’ bio was updated, that they were not of appropriate age, and that was a complete mistake on my part to make sure! I’ve always made a point to clarify, if people asked me, that if they were to do any nsfw art of me and submit it, that they should be of appropriate age to be doing so. My tumblr started as a personal blog and I thought tagging things appropriately would be enough, but this occurrence absolutely made me rethink how my blog was laid out and how much more consideration I needed to be putting into my blog and who was viewing it, so I made a public apology for it yesterday (in the #TSask) and decided to restructure my blog in order to make sure this never happens again. Posts I deemed too questionable, I have removed and if they ever go up again, they would be going up on a sideblog of some kind. I absolutely appreciate those who brought this up to me. I should have been the one to catch it, and I need to be far more vigilant about what I post from here on out!

There was also the post I responded to about why I felt it right to include asexuals and aromantics of any combination in the community. I’ve been having many really awesome and respectful conversations with people on both sides of this argument and its been really good, for me and I think for a lot of them, to gain understanding on where we’re both coming from. I am so grateful to those who came to me and got to discuss with me incredibly important things to remember and respect: the early struggles of the trans and gay community, the Stonewall Riots, the travesties and systemic oppression that still happen around the world today that need to be fought. We also got to discuss issues like arranged marriages that affect people on all areas of the spectrum. We talked about different demographics of the community and where they would like to stand or not stand. And the importance of limited resources made available to people of the community were discussed with me as well. I’ve been so absolutely grateful to those of you who came to me and are still coming to me to talk through these things, because I don’t claim to know everything, and many of the discussions were ended wonderfully respectfully. In the end, obviously, I have no, or maybe just really little, say in what defines the community. In what I say, I am absolutely making no attempt to prioritize people over another, because there are some extreme things that need to be fought. I can only be in control of myself and who I deem to be valid and who I would like to offer my support. I truly am trying to put myself in everyone’s shoes and see where they’re coming from. And I am so grateful so many of you came to me so respectfully to talk! That’s amazing! That, I think, is the most optimal form of discussion for people on both sides. I don’t like seeing anyone on either side attacking each other, and it’s so devastating to see so much of it. 

I truly hope this helps bring clarity for those of you who were confused or looking for an update! The internet can be a confusing place and the truth can be mangled, but I am doing everything I can to make sure I amend for any bad decisions and hear you all out as best as I can. I’m only human, and I truly do care about you and where you’re all coming from, so I hope you can all bear with me! 

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WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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a sterek fic inspired by this stupid thing because how could I not

It’s a common saying among Stiles’ friends that he doesn’t have a lot of dignity. To be perfectly honest, Stiles agrees with them (as much as he argues against the point whenever they bring it up).

But this is probably a new low.

Well, not new-new, because this is into the fourth week of the habit and if he was a better person, he’d have stopped by now. He’s not a better person in this instance, but he’s made peace with it.

‘It’ being watching his stubbled neighbour jog past his place every morning in sweatpants and obviously non-supportive underwear. There’s a lot of movement down there. A lot.

“I mean, with that much jiggle, he’s gotta know, right?” Stiles asks his window pane, behind which he’s fake writing on his laptop.

They’re not quite neighbours, there’s about half a block between them for which Stiles’ sanity is thankful. Otherwise who knows what ludicrous amateur spying would have occurred.

As it is, he is very thankful he accidentally set his alarm for five am two (it was four) mornings in a row, because now he knows that this is a morning ritual for his neighbour.

Today hot neighbour is wearing the cut off, grey sweats. They’re a personal favourite of Stiles’ (better than the dark blue ones, which make it harder to see) because it means not only can he get a clear view of his neighbour’s dick as it swings forward against the fabric, but also his sweaty, perfectly muscled calves.

Stiles sighs out and bangs his head once against the window pane, a small punishment that is also part of the routine.

What is not part of the routine, is hot neighbour looking into Stiles’ window, and seeing Stiles’ face smooshed against the glass, after which he trips, possibly in disgust, or just simple distraction.

Stiles’ first reaction is to panic. He pushes his chair back from the desk and slams his laptop closed.

His second reaction is that he should call someone to come help.

His third reaction is to realise that, hold on, he can go and help.

Stiles rushes out his front door and into the chilly morning air.

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Comfort Inn Ending | 7  (FINAL)

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: smut, angst
wordcount: 10k

part one | two | three | four | five | six | seven

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How do I know if I have too much exposition?

ex·po·si·tionˌekspəˈziSH(ə)n/ (noun)

a comprehensive description and explanation of an idea or theory

As a basic rule of thumb: if your exposition distracts from the main narrative, then it’s too much.

That sounds a lot simpler than it actually is, though, doesn’t it? Because it’s difficult to tell when we’ve pulled the reader’s attention away and when we haven’t within our own work.

That’s why beta-readers are so helpful because getting a fresh eye can do wonders for helping see things in our work that we’re too close to notice. A good beta-reader (or two or seven) is an invaluable tool for a writer. Find a few friends or family whose opinion you trust and listen to them when they have feedback on your work. Their word isn’t gold–you don’t have to make every change they suggest–but it is still important for your development. 

But that’s not really the issue, right? This post is about what you can do to help your own work improve!

First, if you’re fretting over this and you have not written your novel yet…then stop reading this post and go write your book! In your first draft, you should write all the words. (Maybe not all, but lots.) It’s okay to write four pages of exposition in the middle of scene in your first draft because in this version, you’re just telling yourself this story. You’re organizing notes, thoughts, outlines, etc. into a narrative. It won’t be perfect, and that’s great. You can’t move onto the next stage of book-making until you’ve got a first draft, so through caution to the wind and write!

This post is mostly for those of you who have finished work and are going over it prepared to edit, rewrite, scramble it up, and starting making that mess-of-a-first draft into a finished, wonderful product.

So…it’s time to edit your book

Zoom in on a section of exposition and take every fact you’ve written about and ask: 

Does this advance the plot? Do we come to a deeper understanding of a main character because of this? 

If the answer to both of those is no, then cut it (in this draft. Don’t worry. You still have those words written in previous drafts!) Do this as you read through for any section of exposition you find.

Then, when you’ve shaved off the irrelevant bits, start asking yourself: Is there a more subtle way to weave this into the action or dialogue of the narrative? If no, but it’s still important, then leave it. If yes, then try to do some rewriting where you have these cultural tidbits revealed in the actions and speech of your characters.

For example:

Allendra was from the southern tribes. Their main diet consisted of crop, food produced from the land. Wildlife beyond the occasional crow or squirrel was rare, so the southern tribe had come to view their abundant crops as a gift from the gods. They were vegetarians as a matter of, not only happenstance, but religion. That religion had been instilled in her by her parents, primarily her mother, and even though she’d left her homeland and was wandering new, unfamiliar territories for the sake of her own people, her mother’s hypothetical approval still drove Allendra’s actions. When presented with meat, Allendra did not know what to do. She was out of her league here, in this strange culture. And she didn’t know how to turn away the offer without being rude.

vs.

“Street vendors?” Allendra said, lifting a brow. “But they’re all selling…bloody things.”

Randa laughed. “Oh, Ally, don’t betray yourself as such an alien. That’s meat! Everyone around here eats it. It’s good for you.”

“I haven’t…I don’t eat…It’s just…” Allendra stumbled over her words. She didn’t want to be rude. Her mother would slap the back of her head if she was rude to this new hostess. And yet…what would mother say if Allendra waltzed up to this vendor and took a bite of the meat? Allendra shuddered to think.

The gods wouldn’t be too thrilled, either, but it was the image of mother’s disappointed face that made Allendra turn away from the street vendors and keep walking. Homesickness filled her gut. “Sorry, Randa. I just can’t.”

See you can do to make cultural facts fit into the story or character development. Here are some ways to think about that, as you attempt to change flat exposition into engaging storytelling:

Could this worldbuilding exposition be used to:

  • Invoke an emotion in a character?
  • Create conflict between characters?
  • Create conflict within a character?
  • Add tension to the main plot?
  • Add tension to an important subplot?
  • Create a funny or awkward situation?
  • Motivate a character’s actions?
  • Prevent a character from taking necessary action?

Basically, ask yourself this main question: How can I show the importance of this cultural element, rather than telling the reader how important or relevant it is?

Sometimes, exposition is needed. It’s not evil and it has a lot of power to get bullet points of information to your reader quickly. However, you–the writer–always need to make sure you’re letting exposition have power by using it sparingly. There are always multiple options on how to present information to your reader. It’s your duty to make sure you consider them all and use the one that best fits your narrative.

And now that you’ve finished this draft of editing and rewriting, set your novel aside for a while. A week, a month, a year…whatever you need. Come back to it later with a fresher perspective and see how your edits fit together. If you find that some of the exposition that you cut needs to be put back, then you can always do that. You can see the flow better, and do more editing to help your new rewrites fit effortlessly into the narrative. You are the writer. YOU HAVE THE POWER.

Happy building!

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Title: The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

Summary: "Trini sighed and was about to swipe left because she wasn’t interested in looking for love right now. Tinder is just… Tinder. It’s all just a game to her. 

That is until she accidentally swipes up.

‘You Super Liked Kimberly!’“

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Trimberly Week: Day 1: Coffee shop, college, fake dating au

ps. there’s more social media au edits if you read this mess of a story :)

Read @ ao3 (formatting might be a little better?)

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Ivar doesn’t like him

Originally posted by whenimaunicorn

Ivar x Reader

Part Two


“Your mother has been looking for you.” Ivar chuckled when he found you in the same spot you’d been in that morning when he’d gotten bored of watching the clouds with you.

“I know, you did not tell anyone I was, here did you?” You asked, looking over to where he was lay on his front watching you through the long grass before gazing back up at the slowly darkening sky.

“Why would I tell anyone you were here, were you hoping Sigurd would be coming?” He asked dangerously, rolling his eyes when you giggled.

“He cannot sit still and watch the sky.” You looked back over at him and grinned. “You can’t either but at least you try.”

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Santas Elves

Context: a one off for a holiday, simple and quick before the regular game. It was Christmas, me and my team were santa’s elves and we had to rescue him from a kidnapping. We were given 3 Christmas wishes yet, which we could summon anything we could imagine with. After trying to break into this castle, using a few wishes up (like a huge ladder to reach a window, and one person made a grenade), we finally find ourselves looking from above to see a room full of soldiers, except the soldiers are playing cards, and there’s a queen commanding this army.

Elf 1: I want to use a Christmas wish.

DM: This is your last one, what would you like to attempt to do?

Elf 1: I want to make 10,000 swords floating above the entire room, pointing down, and I want to drop them on the playing cards.

Elf 2: what the hell man??

DM: …you can certainly try

Elf 1: *rolls natural 20*

Honestly, nurses are hard to love

This is dove-tailing off the post by @polyandthenomials

In a normal relationship, when you get home from work you sit down and tell each other about your day. But when you’re a nurse, most of your stories are either gross or sad. You usually opt for the gross stories because you feel guilty about sharing the sad ones because you don’t want your partner to have to carry that with them. We carry it around all day every day, and we don’t want to burden someone else with it. But if we don’t burden other people with it, that means we keep it to ourselves. And that can make us distant, and tired, and cold. All of those things we aren’t supposed to be because we’re nurses. So sometimes we come to tumblr to share it because we know there are people out there who will understand. And sometimes we get criticized for it. Called bad nurses. Called heartless. So we bottle it up again. And the cycle continues.

But back to why it’s hard to love a nurse. We work long hours that are physically, emotionally, and mentally demanding. We have to be at the top of our game for 12.5 consecutive hours. And some of us do it in the middle of the night. I joke with my fiancé that I pretty much just live in a perpetual state of jet lag. And that means that I rarely have the energy to cook or clean or shop. Throughout our entire relationship, we have been very passionate about keeping things equal. But now that I’ve started work, they’re not equal. He has to shoulder some of it, because I simply can’t.

Aside from that, there’s the normal human response to being exhausted. Sometimes I snap at him when I shouldn’t. Sometimes I’m cranky. Other times it manifests itself as anxiety. Not to mention that my eating schedule is all kinds of messed up, which comes with its own set of “side effects.”

I guess what we’re trying to say is that we recognize that sometimes it takes extra energy to love us. It takes patience. It takes attempting to understand something that you could never really know. It takes understanding that sometimes we can’t tell you about our day. Understanding that I’ve been awake for 24 hours and barely made it home in one piece, and all I want is a shower and my bed.

It’s hard to love us, but we need it. We can take care of ourselves, but we need to know that someone is there to listen to the unspeakable, and to pick up the slack we lay down, and to show us light and laughter and hope outside the four walls of our hospitals. We don’t need to be coddled or let off the hook for our mistakes. We just need a little grace after spending 12 hours knowing any little mistake could mean a life. We need grace.

His Name [1]

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Words: 5.5k
Genre: Angst, Multiple Personality!Au
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
→ Inspired by the Korean Drama - Kill Me Heal Me
Warnings: Topics of mental health, mentions of death and medical disorders. 
Disclaimer: Although this piece of work required lots of in-depth research and was attempted to be as accurate as possible, at the end of the day, I am not a psychologist and this is fanfiction. Specific things may be altered or exaggerated for story-telling purposes. Please take all medical terminologies and procedures with a grain of salt.

Cr.

His eyes flash open.

“You need us.”
                      “Jungkook.”
    “We’re only trying to help you.”

He bolts straight up, only to fall off the mattress and onto the hard ground. The thin, cardinal curtains are closed, trickles of sunlight pouring in and painting the unfamiliar room in a hue of crimson. His head is pounding and his eyes are swollen; he doesn’t know where he is or who he is.

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the eleventh doctor imagine | you argue and he apologises

warnings: none

words: 1011

in which you feel you can never live up to his former companions and he apologises for making you feel as though you’re not good enough.

Originally posted by fangirl-porn

“Rose would know,” he frowns, staring down at the TARDIS controls.
You gulp, feeling your stomach flip, wishing more than anything that you could help him—that you could prove yourself to him. You’re tired of living in the shadows of his previous companions, tired of never feeling good enough. You have even began to contemplate leaving him.
“Good old Rose,” you whisper, sitting down glumly. The Doctor barely even notices.
“Or Amy. If Amy was here, she’d know exactly what to do.”
You can’t help but snap after that. “Well, I’m sorry, Doctor. I’m sorry I’m not Rose, or Amy. I’m sorry I’m just me. I’m sorry I can’t help.”
You attempt to walk away to your room, but when he speaks, you can’t help but come to a halt again. “Well, that’s it, isn’t it? You can never help. Of all of the people I’ve picked…”
“What? Go on, say it.” By now you are doing everything you can to prevent yourself from crying.
The Doctor shakes his head firmly and starts to work on the TARDIS controls again. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me!” You shout. “If you don’t want me here, all you have to do is say. You can drop me off just as fast as you picked me up, if that’s what you really want.”
“I refuse to talk to you when you’re like this, [Y/N].” He adjusts his bow tie and glares at one of the computer screens. “You’re upsetting my TARDIS.”
“Oh, how rude of me.” You half-scoff, half-sob. A part of you wishes that he would react, so at least you know he cares, even if only a little bit. Instead, his face remains blank as he purses his lips.
You begin to walk off again, then turn back on your heel. “You know, there’s a reason you always end up alone. It’s because you’re selfish. You want people when it’s convenient for you, and then as soon as they can’t help you, you stop caring. One day you won’t even have me, and I hope maybe then you’ll realise that I—we—deserve better than this.”
You don’t wait to see his reaction; instead, you march off until you get to your room and then slam the door even though you know he will hardly be able to hear it from where he’s standing. It’s only then that you let your tears fall properly, but not for long; only a few moments later, you can hear The Doctor shuffling at the other side of the door.
“[Y/N]…” he calls hesitantly. “Did you mean what you said? Do you wish to go home?”
You don’t answer right away, and you can almost sense his impatience. “I don’t know anymore,” you say finally. “I thought I’d never want to give this up, but I’m tired.”
“I told you, you should sleep more often. That’s why there are beds, and pyjamas, and bedrooms. There’s even a bath somewhere.
“You know that’s not what I mean.” You slide down the door and tuck your knees under your chin, feeling as though your heart might burst out of its rib-cage at any moment. “I’m tired of you making me feel as though I’m not good enough. I’m tired of trying to meet impossible standards. If you wanted someone superhuman, someone good and strong, you shouldn’t have chosen me.”
“Do you really think that?” His voice, muffled by the door, is heavy with sadness.
You don’t answer, but you don’t need to. Something in his voice has changed; perhaps he’s finally realised the truth.
“[Y/N],” he almost whispers. “Open the door. Please.”
You blink the tears out of your eyes as best you can before you slowly stand up and do as he asks. You can barely look at him when you see his brown eyes so solemn, maybe even guilty.
“I’m sorry.”
You roll your eyes, feeling silly to have even made such a scene now that you have to look him in the eye.
“No,” he says and grabs your hand. “I am. I mean it. You are good and strong, and there are lots of times where I couldn’t have done what I do without you. I’m just a stupid, ignorant, old man, that’s all.” He attempts a smile, and you almost want to smile back, but you don’t. You can’t, not yet.
“It’s okay. I know I’m not like the others. I know I’m just normal. I just wish you didn’t have to bring it up so much.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose. I never want to make you feel like you’re any less fantastic than you are.” He cups your face in his hands then and you lower your eyes. “Because you are, [Y/N]. You are fantastic, and you are more than enough. Really. It’s me who’s not enough. You were right about what you said.”
“No. You’re too much.” A tear rolls down your cheek. “Are you going to take me home?”
“Only if that’s what you want.” His own eyes seem to glitter with tears that refuse to fall now.
“Is it what you want?” You question.
He shakes his head and lowers his hands away from you before shoving them in his pockets. “I never want you to leave, but it’s selfish of me to keep you here when you’re not happy. I want you to be happy. I promise that I’ll stop belittling you. I promise I’ll appreciate you the way you deserve. I promise, [Y/N], on both of my hearts, to be better.”
You think about it for a moment, knowing you should leave but not having the will power to do it. You can’t give up this, and you know now that the Doctor feels guilty for the way he’s treated you. Finally, you give him a small smile. “I don’t want to leave, not yet. Not as long as you want me.”
“You’ll be here a long time then,” he grins. “I can’t imagine ever not wanting you.”
He kisses your forehead without thinking and then blushes ever so slightly, but of course, not as much as you do.
“I suppose I just can’t get rid of you,” you say.

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“The Art of Being Brave” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 3,311

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: You and Carl have always had feelings for each other. These feelings have been left unsolved, until one night when the tension begins to be too much.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, fluff, smut, unprotected sex (please don’t do this), loss of virginity


Having a devastatingly handsome guy as your best friend is probably the hardest thing in the world. Especially when you live in the same house together, and you’re around each other twenty four seven.

When you two had first met at the prison, you didn’t think he liked you. If you’re being honest, you actually thought he hated you. He would avoid you every time you tried to strike up a conversation with him, only saying a few words before he would just walk away.

Eventually you got him to open up to you, and he admitted that he was just nervous about being around a girl his age. He hadn’t had very many experiences with girls since the outbreak began. This turned into a beautiful friendship between you two, and now you’re staying together in the same house in Alexandria.

You know he has feelings for you, or at least he used to (there was an incident when you first arrived in Alexandria involving alcohol in which he admitted his feelings… yeah), but lately you weren’t sure. He’s been spending more and more time with Enid, and you’re starting to think he has feelings for her. You’re somewhat jealous, you’ll admit- you like Carl a lot, and you want him for yourself. But, of course, you’re too afraid to tell him how you feel. Which only makes you more frustrated, because you desperately want Carl. In more ways than one.

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Based off your response to an anon’s sad Viktuuri breakup!AU. Felt the call to write it, so I did… this is the result of 30 minutes, with little editing! :)


Viktor set the mop against the wall and wiped his forehead. Yuuri had decided it was the perfect day for some spring cleaning, and had woken Viktor up by throwing a wet sponge at his head. Apparently, ten AM was too late to sleep in, but Viktor couldn’t stay grumpy for long, especially since Yuuri was wearing Viktor’s striped shirt and looked completely adorable.

Yuuri poked his head out from the kitchen. “You almost done?”

He’d barely reached the bathroom. “Uh, almost.”

“Hmm, okay.” Yuuri’s head disappeared for a moment, and Viktor picked the mop up again.

“We can take a break in a few minutes and get some lunch,” Yuuri said. “Were you thinking of anything in particular?”

“Mm, you sound pretty good,” Viktor said, grinning and winking.

Yuuri flushed, and Viktor’s grin widened. He turned away, satisfied with himself, and was dismayed to realize that the floor was wet and his cashmere socks had no purchase on the slippery wood.

Makkachin bounded from the living room and began attacking his face with kisses, adding insult to injury, as Makka’s kisses made it relatively difficult to breathe without eating slobber.

“Viktor!” Yuuri yelled. “Are you okay?”

“Mission failed,” Viktor muttered, shoving Makkachin away. “Abort. Abort.”

“I heard something- oh.” Yuuri appeared at his elbow. “Did you slip?”

“No, I attacked the floor with my butt.”

“Oh, really?” Yuuri was clearly holding back a smile.

“What can I say? I’m talented,” Viktor said. He sat up and winced.

“Are you okay, though?” Yuuri stood and offered Viktor his hand, hauling him to his feet.

“I’ll be fine when I get lunch,” Viktor said, and in an attempt to save his pride he snaked an arm around Yuuri’s waist. “So, are you on the menu?”

“Good question,” said Yuuri. “I’ll answer it… when you finish mopping the hall.”

“Nooo!” Viktor cried, and Yuuri laughed, disappearing back into the kitchen.

Convergence 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 - Part 1 Chapter 14 - Part 2 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19-1 Chapter 19-2 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22

A/N: Loki has made his return to earth. Secrets are revealed as Bucky finds out that you and Loki were…lovers. Thor’s love of all things beer is unsettling. Welcoming the Summer Solstice with the next chapter. Enjoy.

Five days later…

“Uh…something is happening.” Sam announces as he pushes open the balcony doors.

The group gathered outside each gazing up at the northern light that began to devour itself. The greenish light grumbles then explodes.

Loki descends with me asleep in his arms.

A roguish grin spreads across his lips as he observed the curious look of the group. “I think this is yours.” He states handing Steve his shield.

“Thank you.” Steve says.

“You’ve been gone a long time, brother.”

Loki shrugs. “Only a day and a half.”

“More like five.” Bucky scowls.

“Time works differently when you travel between realms.”

“I can take her from here.”  Bucky says taking a step forward. Loki doesn’t move. “Give me my woman.” He snapped.

Thor playing the peacemaker. “Loki. Hand her over.”

Bucky reaches his hands out and I held on to Loki leaning into his chest. “Lo, no, please don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.” I whispered in a dream state, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

If smugness was a person it’s name would be Loki Laufeyson at this moment. “The lady has spoken. I will take her upstairs and see to it that she is settle in.”

“Over my dead body.” Bucky growled as his left arm readied itself.

Loki laughed to himself at the thought of stepping over Bucky’s dead and mangled body, but a promise is a promise he says to his inner self as he walked towards the house without a second glance.

“Buck. Calm down. She’s back and that’s all that matters.” Steve says as Bucky’s eyes darkened into slits, watching as Loki entered their house with his woman clinging to him. 

“Where are we?” I croaked.

“Back in your world.”

“Where’s Bucky?” I eyed him when he didn’t answer. “You didn’t…”

He laughs. “No. Unfortunately a promise is a promise, Darling.” He answers kissing my hand that I observed was in his.

I examined the familiarity of the room. “Why am I so tired?”

“Being pregnant and traveling through realms does have its side effects. You should feel better after a full day’s rest.”

I nodded. “Lo, tell me a fairytale.” I say. I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes and buried my face in the pillow that held Bucky’s scent.

He kisses my hand. “Darling, you’ve heard them all.” He says, but he gave in to my request…

“The year was 1601. Calliope lifted her head from the grass she was lying on and looked around at the cemetery; the cloudless onyx sky left an impression upon her like drifting in the open sea in the darkness…”

Bucky leaned against the wall eavesdropping on their conversation as the pieces began to fall into place. He listened to Loki’s story, observing through the ajar door how affectionate he was with her and a dark cloud of vexation clung to his chest because he realized that he was never this vulnerable with her. 

Bucky’s features collapsed as he dropped heavily into the chair opposite Sam and Steve.

“I do not envy you right now.” Sam observes. Bucky opens his eyes and gazes at him. Steve nudged him hard in the ribs. “What? I’m just saying.” He gestures with his fingers drawing a triangle. “Can you say love triangle.”

“Can you say stop talking?” Steve chides.

“They were lovers weren’t they?” Bucky asked Thor who emerges with two beers in hand and made no attempts to offer either to anyone.

“It’s not my story to tell.”

Annoyed Bucky asked. “What can you tell then?”

“That you need to speak with the one who is making your heart heavy.”

Bucky’s jaw tightens. “And how do I do that when your brother is just so…”

“You will figure it out, you humans eventually do.” Thor answers then takes a swig of his beer, a smiled spread broadly across his lips. “This has to be man’s greatest creation.”

Bucky enters the room to see Loki sitting in the chair across from his bed. They exchanged a look.

“I need to talk to her.” Bucky says.

“She’s sleeping.”

“I don’t care. Can you leave us in private.” Bucky says with finality as he sits on the edge of the bed untying his boots.

Loki glances backwards to see Bucky in the bed with her and his features became unreadable as he closed the door behind him.

The overpowering scent of his familiarity pried my eyes open. I don’t think I will ever get used to the shocking contrast of his dark hair and cerulean eyes. I reached out and touched his beard, then ran my fingers through his hair, then tugged on his moustache. He closed his eyes and I swear I could hear him purring like a cat.

I stilled.

He opens his eyes and reaches forward kissing my lips lightly. “Dollface, please forgive. I love you.” He says against my lips.

“I love you, too, but there are so many secrets between us.”

“I will tell you everything you need to know.”

My gaze left his eyes and went to his lips. “I have something to tell you.”

He lifts my chin as the tears slid down my cheek.

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“nah no way.. i’m not jealous.”

🍜

although you were more than certain that the reason for yoongi not texting you back was because he had an attitude with you, you still felt as though he was up to something.

you sat there and watched as the boys (maknae line + hobi, jin) looked through the flash cards that translated words from korean to english.

“this is very cool, i like it…can…we do that again?” kookie paused after speaking in english and turned to you. “does that make sense y/n?”

“yeah, good job.” you shot him a smile, that was obviously fake.

“what’s wrong? are you lying to me?” kookie said as he quickly became worried and confused.

“nothing’s wrong, you were right. i just uh… thought of something.” you shrugged.

he nodded and went back to what he was originally doing.

“y/n? the weather is good today…is not it?” hobi tapped your shoulder and attempted to ask you a question in english which made you giggle. he was adorable.

“you kind of said it wrong hobi. the correct way is, the weather is good today isn’t it? isn’t can mean, is it not or it’s not. but in this case…when you say isn’t, you’re basically saying, don’t you think the weather is good today? which would be, is it not? you could just say that too. got it?”

he nodded as he tried to comprehend everything that you had said. “thank you!”

your eyes wandered over to the maknae line. they were all taking turns on reading in english. you had never seen them so serious.

“why are y'all looking so-”

“serious?” jimin cut you off and looked up at you which made the other boys do the exact same.

“yeah..” you waited for an answer.

“we want to improve our english so that we can talk to our international army more…duh y/n.” taehyung spoke.

you scoffed at the tone of his voice but you couldn’t really say much, they had told you before.

“and i want to talk to army, charlie puss and jus-”

“you better not. not in this house.” you interrupted jungkook and shot him death glare.

you turned your attention onto jin who was sitting alone, reading the flashcards and writing down notes. “army is my heart and i will love them forever. i like to eat a lot, it’s honestly so crazy. i’m a very handsome man.” he mumbled to himself in english.

“that was good jin!” you sat down beside him and looked at his paper.

석진 입니다 - i am jin
한국 영화 본 적 있어요? - have you ever seen a korean movie?
이트 - this be eat this is my own way of eat or mok (먹)
랩몬 귀여워요 - rapmon is cute

“say these for me?” you asked him as you pointed at the loose sheet of notebook paper that sat in his lap.

“uhh…i am jin have you ever watched…a korean movie eat uh..rapmon is cute!”

“now what the hell!” you couldn’t help but laugh.

“hey no swearing y/n what has yoongi done to you!?” he was in complete fake shock. there has been a bunch of times when yoongi and you would get into arguments over stupid things and curse each other out. he’s heard worse than ‘hell’.

suddenly, you were grabbed by your arm and dragged into a room that you quickly recognized. it was yoongi’s.

a small smirk appeared on your face as you turned around to face your selfish boyfriend. his facial expressions? annoyed and tired.

“what is it?” you sat down in his computer chair and twirled around, trying to lighten the thick air in the room.

“why are you over there? come here.” he got even more annoyed when you didn’t respond. “come. here. y/n.”

you rolled your eyes, sighed and got up. “can you explain your reason for dragging me in here?”

he grabbed your arm and pulled you onto his lap. he eyed you for a few seconds as he flicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue. “you’ve been down there playing teacher for three hours and then when i’m in need, you just throw me to the the side.”

“eh, you just sound jealous.” you shrugged. “are we done? the boys need me.” you were trolling at this point.

“you’ve got to be fucking kidding me y/n..” yoongi let out a loud sigh and lightly pushed you off of him. “i just want you to spend time with me. i miss you.”

“admit you’re jealous and then maybe… something could happen.” you smiled and crossed your arms, while leaning on the wall.

his face scrunched up and he laid back on his bed. “that’s not happening.”

you expected him to say that since he was always so…cocky. even at times like this, he felt like he had to act cool. “see that’s your problem right there. your head is always up your ass yoongi.”

after getting no response from him, you decided to just leave.

“where are you going?” he quickly sat up and followed you out of the door.

“i’m trying to get away from you. why are you following me?” you asked.

as always, he grabbed your arm which made you turn around. you were so close to either yanking your arm away from him or slapping him with your other hand.

“baby don’t leave me!” he actually whined.

“the fuck…?” you overheard namjoon’s voice so you turned your head out of confusion. “i’m here y/n.. ease dropping. mind me.” he
said.

you were weirded out but ignored him and slowly turned your attention back onto yoongi. “say ‘i’m jealous of the others because you’re trying to teach them english instead of going to sleep with me but i’m stupid and it’s true’.”

“what?! i’m not saying that!” he stepped back and put his hands on his hips. although you were upset with the way that he was acting, what he was doing now was amusing to you.

you quickly replaced the smile that snuck onto your face with a frown. “i’m so done with you.”

you started to walk back into the sitting area but yoongi stopped you. you could never get away from him once he had you.

“i’m… jealous of the others because you’re trying to teach them english instead of going to sleep with me but i’m.. stupid and..it’s true..” he mumbled as he looked down at his feet.

you smied and pulled him into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. he responded by pulling you closer by your waist and kissing your forehead.

“alright, we good. you’re such a baby you know?” you giggled and placed your forehead on his shoulder.

“for you y/n…you made me this way.” he paused and looked at you once you looked back up. “now can we please go to sleep?”

you nodded and wiggled from between his arms. then, you grabbed his hand and led him back into his room.

you stripped out of the clothes that you were wearing since it would be too much to sleep in. yoongi’s eyes never left your body until you looked up at him.

“i don’t care if you look, why are you trying to hide it?” you giggled.

“yahh y/n i wasn’t looking!” he turned around and grabbed a shirt from the top drawer of his dresser before tossing it to you.

it was obvious that he wanted to look at you but that glare that you own could have him turned on in a matter of seconds.

after you put it on, you dived into yoongi’s pineapple scented sheets and pulled the comforter over your head.

all that yoongi could do was laugh and blush at how cute you were. “you’re so childish.” he said as he crawled in the bed, behind you.

you snuggled up close to him, kissing his hand once he wrapped his arm around you. “and you’re a jealous baby.”

“i’m not!”

🍜

yoongi and you ended up falling asleep a couple of minutes later after arguing about how he was/wasn’t the jealous type. oh yeah, you played in his hair once he begged you too and you were forced into a make°out session.

you won the argument btw.

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mcenziehughes said:Will you please do an imagine of where you’re the new kid at Forks High School and you’re really shy and quiet and awkward but you’re really obsessed with the Civil War and you’re Jasper’s Mate?


A/N: Yes, of course, lovely! I hope that you enjoy what I’ve come up with, sweetie; and thank you for sending in your request! I apologize for how long it has taken me to get through all of my requests and get to yours. Nevertheless, please enjoy!


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Imagine: Being the new kid at Fork’s High School, and being quite awkward and quiet. Despite this you’re obsessed with the Civil War and you’re Jasper’s mate.


You bit your lip at the nauseating sea of orbs hit you as soon as you got out of your car. Your lack of socializing-know-how, made you stand out even more as you hurriedly attempted to find your way to the front office. You stared around you, perplexed and puzzled as ever.

Jasper felt your distress from across the parking lot and sent you a wave of comfort and ease. Despite his siblings strict expressions, he moved forward at an uncomfortably slow place for him.

“Pardon me, Ma’am, but you seem lost. I don’t recognize your face, so you must be new.” Jasper’s talking before he can even process what he is saying. He stands before you, tall and proud, like a soldier.

“O-oh!” you squeak, tilting your head to look up at him and you swore that you could have just died in that moment! “Yes, yes I am new. Do you know where the front office is, so I can get my timetable?” your voice stammered and stumbled across the words as a rare smile spread across Jasper’s complexion, an immediate spark flaring between the two of you: Not out of negation but out of something he was unfamiliar with.

“Certainly, this way.” his charm was flawless as he began to walk without you, stopping and turning shortly, hi stare on you warm as he urged you forward. “I don’t bite.” he chuckled, but that would be determined on whether he could control himself, which he usually could.


Jasper was silent for the majority of the journey towards the office, opening each door like a gentlemen. He allowed you to get your schedule, waiting for you outside before offering you his help once more, enjoying your company much more than he really should.

“So, what sorts of things are you interested in?” Jasper asked nonchalantly, his honey colored eyes peeking at you for but of a moment.

You.’ you wanted to say but strictly left that in your head. “I’m sort of a Civil War nerd.” you were pretty blunt, straight to the point, which made Jasper laugh, stopping and turning to you, pleasure written across his face.

“Well, here’s your first class…” he trailed off, unsure of your name.

“(Y/N).”

“(Y/N), I forgot, my name is Jasper.” he spoke politely. “I hope to see you around, because I’m somewhat of a Civil War nerd myself.” he simpered before he walked off, leaving your mouth agape and clueless as to what exactly had just happened.


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Loki/Reader | Paranormal Activity

mod gaston and i decided this was a good idea idk why someone stop us and our shitty concept of humor in which loki attempts to seduce reader through magic 🕷️💋

Originally posted by lokis--queen

Warning: Misunderstandings and Accidentally Sexual Situations Ahead


“So like, can you do tricks and stuff?”

“What?”

“Like, magic tricks and stuff. Can you do any of that?”

“I don’t do parlor tricks, mortal,” he spat the last word as if it pained him to say.

“Sor-ry. I just wanted to see some cool shit, but I guess I can go ask Stephen -”

Loki’s head turned towards you, “That idiot?” he made a noise of disgust, “His puny illusions would pale in comparison to anything I could do.” Though he kept his aggravated demeanor, you could sense a hint of jealousy in his voice.

“Well, since you don’t do that stuff I guess it’ll have to do,” you shrugged and made your way towards the elevator. You knew Stephen probably wasn’t even at the tower, but you also knew Loki would absolutely not stand for you spending time with any other man. It was obvious he felt something for you, the way he always tried to get you alone, or how he’d glare down anyone who even breathed in your direction when he thought you weren’t looking. He was very possessive for someone who hadn’t even made their move yet.

You heard a slight growl before he was suddenly in front of you, blocking your path to the lift.

“Fine. What do you want?”

“I don’t know, impress me.”

Impress you? He could do that in many ways, if that’s what you wanted. He didn’t get how your mortal mind worked, but he supposed some time alone with you was better than none.

He nodded towards his room, and you practically kicked down the door and flopped onto his bed. You rolled over and sat up then, watching him as he stood at the doorway.

“I can’t believe you threatened to go to that mediocre -”

“Mage,” his voice was suddenly besides you, and you turned to see a quick flash of green before it was gone. You giggled, turning back to the door, but he was gone.

“I am insulted.” There he was again, this time to your left.

“I can do anything he can, but better,” on your right. You looked to your other side, then back. There was two of him.

“Are you impressed?” one whispered, dangerously close to your ear.

“Because you should be,” the other finished.

Your surroundings suddenly changed, it had seemed that the bed, with you still on it, had been transported to a wide open grassland. It was dark, and the moon was bright in the sky.

“It’s always been a dream of yours to make love under the night sky, right?”

“How did you -”

“I read your mind, darling.”

“Loki, I -”

“That is why you came to me, wasn’t it? So I could,” he smirked devilishly, “Impress you?”

Oh.

Oh.

It had seemed that way, hadn’t it?

There was only one of him now, and he stood in front of where you sat on the edge of the bed. He leaned down towards you, eyes closed -

“PARANORMAL ACTIVITY OVER SEXUAL ACTIVITY PLEASE!”

He jumped back, frightened and confused. The illusion faded away - you were back in the Avenger’s tower.

“What?”

“I just wanted to see some spells, dude. At least take me on a date before you try to get to third base, bro.”

He cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed.

“Yes, yes of course. Apologies,” he turned his head so he wouldn’t have to meet your eyes.

“It’s cool, but like…Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Jack’s first time back at the haus since he left is coming and he and bits decide it’s time to come out to the boys. They feel kinda guilty about hiding it because they don’t want them to feel untrustworthy.

‘What are we gonna say’ bits asks over skype. And a normal person would probably just gather everyone together and explain the situation and thank everyone for their support but. Please.

What they actually do is decide to just… Cozy up and act couple-y and let the guys approach them. Then there’s no awkward announcement and they also have an excuse to get close for Jack’s visit. This is a great plan they both think and air high-five each other because they’re nerds like that.

The day of the visit rolls around and Bittle is in a fit cooking up a storm, a little nervous but mostly just excited. And nervous. It doesn’t help that the haus is chock full. Everyone dropped by to see Jack. Even the tadpoles have all come up with flimsy excuses to hang around.

Bittle recognizes the sound of Jack’s engine as it pulls up to the curb and he’s off like a shot. Jack’s barely out of the truck before Bits is at the curb, and they hug so hard he’s lifted off the ground and Jack spins him in a circle.

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Sugar & Spice (M) | 02

~ Sugar Daddy AU ~ Wonho x Reader ~ smut ~ Rated M ~

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Word Count: 5k

A/N: bruh. bruh. bruuuuuh. soz this took me so long smut is fuckin hard to write also soz if this sucks bc ive never written proper smut befooooore. 


“Don’t eat so fast,” Hoseok laughs as you scarf down your food. “You’ll get sick and then we won’t be able to get dessert.”

“You should know by now that I always get dessert, doesn’t matter what state I’m in,” you remind him, nonetheless listening to him anyway and trying not to eat your steak in one bite.

“How could I forget? You love sweet things.”

That sentence makes you pause in your eating. It sounded like an observation because you did love sugar more than anything else, but his tone dipped slightly making it sound darker and more suggestive than it should be. He had been doing that since the two of you left his apartment.

Every time you thought that the stifling sexual tension between you had simmered down, Hoseok would say something or look at you differently and it would return tenfold weighing heavily on your chest. Then he’d give you that cute smile that you loved making you believe you imagined that seductive suggestions that passed through his lips. To be perfectly honest you had reached the point where you would willingly give it up whether he was being cute or sexy. You were so far gone, you had become a victim to your addiction to him unable to resist the temptation that Hoseok presents you with.

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