coming to recruit you

shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.

Just had a thought for an action hero thing: 30-something woman hero is doing her ass-kicking thing. One day, her boss shows up at her door, and tells her she has to stand down, or there will be consequences. “Honey, it’s not that you’re too old. It’s just the public don’t like to see a woman of your age saving the day. It feels emasculating”.

So woman is stripped of her support team, fellow agents, and is pretty much put on the shelf. She tries to do heroing, but keeps getting cockblocked by younger women or superhero men she used to work alongside.

Just when she’s hitting rock bottom (and sitting in her house wearing pyjamas and eating ice cream), there’s a knock at the door. Judi Dench is standing there, and our heroine assumes it’s a charity collection.

“Oh no, dear,” Dench says, smiling. “We’ve come to recruit you.”

“Recruit me? For what?”

“To do what we do best: save the bloody world.”

And all at once she’s part of a covert ops team made of all the older women who have been retired and who currently are holding the reins of managing the world.

evidence that david wymack is the best character in this entire series, part i

The Foxhole Court

  • “I want my subs at the wall cheering them on, but if you trip up a referee, I will cut you.”
  • “Watch me beam with pride. It’s not your job to take care of yourself anymore.”
  • Wymack sliced a hand across his throat and jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Neil hoped he was right in translating it as “Let’s get the hell out of here.”
  • “Do you have any idea how much I hate coming home and finding you in my apartment?”
  • Wymack only recruited athletes from broken homes. His decision to turn the Foxhole Court into a halfway house of sorts was nice in theory, but it meant his players were fractured isolationists who couldn’t get along long enough to get through a game.
  • “Are you done wasting my oxygen yet?”
  • “Kevin, wake that dingbat without getting punched in the face.”
  • “You have five seconds to get your retarded psycho ass to my apartment! You even think about telling me no and I swear to god I’ll throw Kevin’s contract down the garbage disposal.”
  • “Your opinion has been noted and dismissed,” Wymack said. “Anything else, or are you going to start signing stuff?”
  • “I am going to drop you off at the dorm and spend the rest of the day drinking. Damage control can wait until tomorrow.”
  • “Kevin, you’re out if your hand so much as itches. Don’t be stupid tonight.”
  • “Coach Wymack was the only one I could think of turning to, and he didn’t disappoint me.”
  • Wymack snapped his fingers in front of Andrew’s face, trying to get Andrew to look at him instead of Neil.
  • “Damn it all to hell. Hemmick! You were supposed to wake them up ten miles ago.”
  • “Did you think I made the team the way it is because I thought it would be a good publicity stunt? It’s about second chances, Neil. Second, third, fourth, whatever, as long as you get at least one more than anyone else wanted to give you.”
  • “We saw their files,” Wymack said. “We chose you.”
  • “Breaking news: I don’t care.”
  • Neil wasn’t quite ready to face Andrew yet and he didn’t want to deal with this teammate’s curiosity over his prolonged absence, so he went to Wymack’s apartment instead.
  • “When I said Abby and I would look out for you, I didn’t mean you should pick a fight with Riko on national television,” Wymack said. “Should I have spelled that out beforehand?”

and my personal favorite for last

  • “God damn it, Minyard. This is why we can’t have nice things.”

AMERICAN GODS SENTENCE STARTERS

episode four - git gone

  • ❝ d’ya mind ?
  • ❝ best drinks have self defining names. you order a manhattan, god knows what you’re gonna get, but you order a gin and tonic, a jack and coke, it’s not just a name. it’s a command. ❞
  • ❝ how long you’ve been working here for
  • ❝ ooh, that’s bad luck. ❞
  • ❝ don’t do it. ❞
  • ❝ i was waiting for you. ❞
  • ❝ why’d you help me ?
  • ❝ you’re really not very good at this; i saw you coming a mile off. ❞
  • ❝ are you trying to recruit me ?
  • ❝ you could be a world class thief. ❞
  • ❝ you look like you could get anything you want just by asking for it. ❞
  • ❝ what d’ya say, huh
  • ❝ hang on a minute. i’m sorry. ❞
  • ❝ i owe you one. i feel beholden. ❞
  • ❝ let me buy you a drink. ❞
  • ❝ let’s go somewhere. ❞
  • ❝ so you are a thief. ❞
  • ❝ the weak spot, see ––– all you need is one. and it’s usually people’s attention. ❞
  • ❝ show me. ❞
  • ❝ oh, god. ten years, and [ … ] has NEVER looked at me like that. ❞
  • ❝ there’s a lesson in there somewhere. ❞
  • ❝ my grandma always had cats. she said that they could see ghosts when we can’t, and warn you of thieves. ❞
  • ❝ do you ever worry about what will happen if you keep stealing
  • ❝ do you believe in the afterlife
  • ❝ all i know is there’s more than i know. ❞
  • ❝ yeah, i think that might sound wiser than it is. ❞
  • ❝ when you die, you rot. it’s a fixed system. physics doesn’t take sundays off. ❞
  • ❝ my parents believed in everything. father, son, holy ghost, spirit filled and full of the light of god. they taught me all of it, chapter and verse. ❞
  • ❝ i went to bed every night in a world full of magic where anything was possible. ❞
  • ❝ it’s like everything that made the world anything more than what it is is just –– stories. like snake oil. but worse, because snakes are real. ❞
  • ❝ i wanted to get that magic back so bad, but one day i just accepted the fact that i couldn’t, because life is just not that interesting. ❞
  • ❝ don’t look at me like that. ❞
  • ❝ the fun is just getting started. ❞
  • ❝ i could teach you to fight. ❞
  • ❝ hey, you want coffee ?
  • ❝ are we pregnant ?
  • ❝ what i’m about to say may sound irrational to you, but i have all sorts of rational reasons for saying it, and doing it. ❞
  • ❝ say it, and we’ll talk about whether or not you should do it. ❞
  • ❝ are we … discussing this, or are you telling ?
  • ❝ there’s some wiggle room. ❞
  • ❝ are you unhappy ? because i’m happy, okay, you make me happy. ❞
  • ❝ yes, i see that you’re happy. from this side of it. the wrong side of it. and i think maybe i resent not being happy. not resent you, just … resent. ❞
  • ❝ do you still love me
  • ❝ we are like a history book. we’re established fact. we don’t change. ❞
  • ❝ i represent FAILURE to you
  • ❝ i can take it. if you’re on the other side. i can make it if you can. can you wait for me
  • ❝ just glad that i could be here to help you, you know
  • ❝ hey, don’t stay here alone tonight. ❞
  • ❝ why did you say that ?
  • ❝ come on, [ , say what you mean. ❞
  • ❝ last night was a one time thing. you were there. and thank you, but we’re not doing this. we did this. and now it’s done. ❞
  • ❝ you don’t love him. not the way he loves you. ❞
  • ❝ is that all this was ? just fun
  • ❝ are you saying no
  • ❝ i lived my life, good and bad. definitely not light as a feather. ❞
  • ❝ in life, you believed in nothing, so you will go to nothing. you will be done. ❞
  • ❝ there is nowhere else for you to be. ❞
  • ❝ tears have fallen for you. ❞
  • ❝ do i get a say in this ?
  • ❝ death is not a debate. ❞
  • ❝ how many do you think have come before you, all with promises and threads and offers of gold, glory, love ? who are you to misguide me from my duty
  • ❝ you are but a man, not even one i should remember. ❞
  • ❝ i’m gonna come in now. i’m gonna come in now, okay
  • ❝ is this a haunting ? are you haunting me ?
  • ❝ does [ … ] know
  • ❝ i’m a vulgar woman. anger and grief have just really made me vulgar. ❞
  • ❝ god, you know, i should thank you. it’s so much easier grieving someone when you’re glad they’re dead. ❞
  • ❝ oh, fuck your feelings. ❞
  • ❝ everybody has feelings, everybody cares about what they feel. i don’t care about what you feel. i care about what you think. what do you think about what you did ?
  • ❝ what was your big lie, [ … ] ?
  • ❝ i love [ … ] … loved [ … ]. love [ … ]. i love [ … ]. (s)he’s the light of my life. ❞
  • ❝ you, i remember. ❞
  • ❝ there is nothing i can do to lighten your heavy heart. ❞
  • ❝ your heavy heart sank you like a stone, right back where you last left off. ❞
  • ❝ was it love ?
  • ❝ love will always have you at a disadvantage. ❞
  • ❝ many is the man who would take any version of his lost love rather than leave his love lost. ❞
  • ❝ (s)he/they will say thank you to whichever god has sent you back to him/her/them. ❞
Y’Know, You’re Awful Cute (Reader x McCree)

((I know you didn’t specifically ask for this to be a fic, but heck I got carried away. This is actually the first fic I’ve written on this blog, being a new mod and all. I hope you enjoy it!))

It was early in the morning at the Overwatch headquarters, and you were the first to arrive, as usual. That was alright, though, you enjoyed tidying up the place before anyone else had arrived; they always complimented you on how nice it looked, saying things like “You’re quite the overachiever” and “I’m glad we recruited you”. Something seemed wrong when you had come in, though. There was a strong, musty scent in the air, and a few more bottles of whiskey laying around than usual. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach, and your mind couldn’t help but race with what could have happened last night.

You gathered two bottles from the table and turned around to collect more, but a dark shape against the wall caught your eye. You turned your head and saw a body sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, head facing straight up, legs out in different directions, surrounded by various types of alcohol bottles and cans. You were so startled by this that you dropped one of the bottles you were holding on the floor, causing it to shatter loudly and the person who was passed out on the floor to wake with a jolt and jerk their head around frantically.

Once you had steadied your breathing and gotten over your initial shock, you recognized the person as Jesse McCree, one of your allies in Overwatch. Although, “ally” was putting it lightly. Over the year-and-a-half that you had been a part of Overwatch, you had developed a crush on the cowboy.

McCree had come to his senses and realized you were in the room with him. He shook his head, trying to clear it, and attempted to greet you.

“Oh hey, (Y/N). I forgot you worked mornin’ shift around here,” McCree joked, rubbing his face as he began to stand up. He was trying to play it cool, but it was clear to you that something had happened last night. You knew McCree was a fan of the occasional bottle of whiskey, but this was the most bottles you had ever seen.

“Are you okay?” you asked as you put the bottles you were holding back onto the table and walked over to him.

“Yeah, I’m fine, darlin’,” he said to you, leaning against the wall. His breath reeked of alcohol, which made you hold your nose. “Just a little tired.”

“McCree, are you…” You hesitated. It felt wrong to flat out ask if he was drunk. You tried to find a way to reword your question. “Did you stay here last night?”

McCree, leaning against the wall and smiled at you with the dopiest grin you had ever seen. “Eeyup, had myself a lil party. Guess I got carried away,” he chuckled. “Yeah, I sure had a blast. Man, was that tiring…” he began to fall, but you caught him before he could embrace the floor. You nearly fell over with him, but luckily he was able to stand with your support.

“Come on, McCree, let’s get you to bed,” you sighed, and began to walk with him, his arm slung over your shoulders and your arm around his waist. You were leading him to the infirmary, thinking that he would be able to rest in one of the spare beds.

You walked in silence, when suddenly you hear him say, “Y’know, you’re awful cute when you’re determined.” The compliment caught you off guard, but you brushed it off as the alcohol talking, and kept looking forward. But he continued to speak. “When you first came here, I wasn’t too sure about you. I admit, I can be a bit cold on newbies, especially with how many wannabes we’ve had. But you…” He stopped, and you looked at him. You were shocked to see a deep sorrow in his eyes as he gazed at the floor. “You’re so determined to make a change, (Y/N). And you always have so much optimism. I don’t know how I even found the will to fight before you joined us.” He looked at you and smiled, but this time, it was a sincere, wholehearted smile that made your heart begin pounding.

“You… you’re my reason to fight, (Y/N).”

You had reached the infirmary, and McCree had sat down on one of the beds. You looked down, too nervous to meet his eyes. “Do you… do you really mean that?”

He grabbed your hand, and you looked up at him, seeing in his eyes a sincerity that could not be denied. “Of course I mean… I get it, you think it’s the booze messin’ up my sense, but it’s not. I’ve wanted to tell you this for so long, and I hate that it had to be like this, but I love you. I wanna be with you.”

Your throat tightened. It was hard to believe this was happening. You were at a loss for words, so all you could do was nod your head and smile. McCree understood what you meant, and he smiled back. He let go of your hand and laid down, but as you turned to leave, he said, “Wait.”

You turned back around and it seemed as if his melancholy had returned. He patted the empty space beside him, letting you know he wanted you with him. How could you refuse?

You laid down next to him, your faces inches away. He brushed your hair aside and kissed your forehead, and you realized how incredibly warm he felt. He put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, and you put your hand on your face. Both of you were lost in each other’s eyes, before his began closing, and yours, a sudden fatigue coming over you, followed suit. Soon, you were both fast asleep, dreaming together in each other’s embrace.

-Mod Galaxy

Everyday Demons

(A/N): I don’t know what this is?

Pairings: BuckyXReader, AvengersXReader

Summary: The team is suspicious of (Y/N)’s powers and one night makes them snap.

Warnings: None

Tags: @sxph-t @iamwarrenspeace @bigfootsiddhartamama



(Y/N) had been one of Fury’s new recruits but right off the bat the team found out they were a bit different. They carried a certain dark energy that always was present around them. None of the team could explain it but it always seemed when (Y/N) was in the room, everything would become gloomy and very dark ideas and thoughts came up, which was weird because (Y/N) was a happy person and always tried to cheer everyone up. They always wore a vibrant smile which always made the team’s day even at the worst of times but even then, they couldn’t shake the weird feelings they were having.

The whole team had these weird urges or thoughts all while talking with (Y/N). Steve had thoughts of why he became Captain America and maybe he was better off without being him. Bucky became angry about his metal arm, yelling he wanted it off and Steve had to calm him down. Bruce felt an increasing amount of stress and had to leave his lab several times to calm himself down. Tony’s anxiety spiked and he quickly busied himself with his suits, not eating or sleeping for days. Clint had thoughts of leaving the whole team without a word to live with his family. Natasha’s cold demeanor and habits of the Red Room increased as she became paranoid by the dark energy. Wanda began seeking revenge for her brother’s death and her hatred for Tony began to surface. Thor began to fathom what it would be like if he ruled all the worlds. Sam’s thoughts spiraled with the thought of ‘What ifs’, like what if he saved his friend in the war, where would he be?

The team didn’t know what it was but they had a weird feeling about (Y/N) but they were their teammate and they didn’t seem bad at all. In fact, (Y/N) seemed like the nicest person and was always there if needed, always on time and always did what they were told on missions. There was nothing to complain about but there was an underlying bad feeling about them.


It was team bonding night, and the whole crew was lounging around in the common area, talking, drinking some alcohol when Tony points at (Y/N), question on his tongue. “What about you? What’s your story, (Y/N)?” Their eyes widen as they look up, seeing eyes on them and they give a small gulp, running a hand through their hair.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” (Y/N) confesses quietly but Tony continues to push, sitting up and leaning his elbows on his knees as he continues to stare them down.

“Come on, Fury must have recruited you for a reason! I hope it wasn’t for the creepy vibes you send off.” (Y/N)’s face drops at the comment and Natasha and Steve have to nudge him, telling him to stop but Tony shrugs off the advice. “Come on! You guys know they must have some sort of powers! You can’t deny the creepy stuff that happens when they’re around.”

The whole team can’t disagree and (Y/N) nervously balls their fists up but the gesture doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain super soldier. Bucky has watched (Y/N) the past few months and couldn’t help but be enthralled by them. He can’t deny the weird stuff that’s been happening but feels compelled to defend them. “Tony, drop it. Leave them alone.” Bucky growls out and Tony turns to glare at him before turning to (Y/N)

“What powers do you have, (Y/N)?” Tony questions with a raised eyebrow and (Y/N) begins to stutter, panic building up.

“I-I don’t have any.” (Y/N) stutters out frantically and they begin to feel a power inside them, they’ve tried to keep out for a long time. They continue to clench their fist together trying to fight the feeling.

“Tony, leave them alone.” Bucky snarls out again but Tony doesn’t relent and the energy noticeably seems to drop in the room, sky outside becoming cloudy and dark.

“Stop defending them! They’re lying!” Tony yells out, standing up from where he was sitting and (Y/N) can’t hold it in anymore.

“Stop!” (Y/N) screams as they unclench their fist and a wave of black mist emits from their hands, swirling violently around the room making a big circle in front of everyone. Another dimension is seen from inside the portal and big demon-looking creatures are seen on the other side coming towards the entrance. (Y/N)’s eyes are glowing a reddish gold as black mist continues to flow from their hands and the whole team is already in a position of defense with shock on their faces. A sudden look of anger and rage takes over (Y/N)’s face as they turn to look at Tony, eyes glowing more brightly. “You want to know why?! You want to know why I have control of darkness and demons!? If you could even comprehend where I’ve came from, you would be terrified!” (Y/N)’s voice angrily shouts and everyone is ready to fight except for one.

Bucky frantically tries to figure out ways to calm them down and only comes up with one solution. He slowly walks towards (Y/N), hands up. “Hey, you’re okay, (Y/N). I know you lost control, I know you tried to hide it, I’m not scared. It’s okay, focus on my voice.” Bucky says gently and they turn to him with anger before it melts into a scared expression, eyes dimming slowly to their original color. The black mist slowly dissipates and the portal quickly begins to shut as he continues to walk towards them.

Fear fills (Y/N)’s body and they begin to scramble backwards away from Bucky. “No… stop.” He doesn’t stop but before they can escape, Bucky grabs them into a gentle hug and (Y/N), feeling his solid arms around them, quickly melts into his embrace as a small sob escapes their body. “I’m terrifying.” (Y/N) chokes out almost inaudibly and Bucky frowns, rocking them gently.

“I’m not scared of you. You are scared of yourself and that’s okay. It’s okay to be scared but I’ll teach you how to be strong, I promise.” Bucky whispers and (Y/N) grips him tighter never wanting to let go.

“Thank you.”


This didn’t actually end up how I wanted it and it’s sort of bad. I’m sorry!

anonymous asked:

Hello! A big fan on this blog! Was wondering if you could elaborate on how the US military tricks people particularly young people/teenagers into enlisting in the military with the promise of scholarships because I have heard how very often those scholarships never happen. I'm anti military and am not disagreeing or whatever, I would just appreciate examples or links so I can gain better understanding! I don't know if this is your area of expertise but I would appreciate it!

I don’t know if this is really common at other high schools but mine had a whole recruitment section by the cafeteria at our school where guys from military branches would try to recruit and give out information to students. Two of the big things they would basically advertise is that it would help with job experience and pay for college in the future. Both of these are considered lies by most because they’re very misleading statements. 

Here’s some direct info from websites on the subject matter:

Money for college ($71,424 in the bank?). If you expect the military to pay for college, better read the fine print. Among recruits who sign up for the Montgomery GI Bill, 65 percent receive no money for college, and only 15 percent ever receive a college degree. 

The maximum Montgomery GI Bill benefit is $37,224, and even this 37K is hard to get: To join, you must first put in a nonrefundable $1,200 deposit that has to be paid to the military during the first year of service. To receive the $37K, you must also be an active-duty member who has completed at least a three-year service agreement and is attending a four-year college full time. 

Benefits are significantly lower if you are going to school part-time or attending a two-year college. If you receive a less than honorable discharge (as one in four do), leave the military early (as one in three do), or later decide not to go to college, the military will keep your deposit and give you nothing. 

Note: The $71,424 advertised by the Army and $86,000 by the Navy includes benefits from the Army or Navy College Fund, respectively. Fewer than 10 percent of all recruits earn money from the Army College Fund, which is specifically designed to lure recruits into hard-to-fill position

Here’s another on it:

Your College Will Be Paid For!

Yes and no. The MGIB and Post-9/11 GI Bill both go a long way toward paying for college, true. But often what goes unsaid by the recruiter is that you will have to pay $100/mo for your first twelve months of service before qualifying for the Montgomery GI Bill. To qualify for the Post 9/11 GI Bill, certain time in service standards need to be met.

The GI Bill has definitely come a long way, but if a recruiter tries to convince you that it’s “money in your pocket”, don’t buy it. There are pre-requisites, performance standards, and tremendous administration involved. The program is great, and an awesome selling point. But be aware that claiming the GI Bill is a process all its own. Fortunately, while you’re active duty, the Tuition Assistance program pays 100% of tuition fees, but more on that later.

I actually personally know somebody who was in the Army and he actually did qualify for all this and started college over the summer. However, he’s constantly talking about all the ways that it can still be taken away and the things he has to do to meet requirements. He has to attend full time, if he takes online classes he has to make sure he’s taking in-person ones too, and there’s like paperwork requirements - and those are just the ones I know/remember him bringing up. 

Now as far as job training here’s what’s said about that:

THE MILITARY JOB TRAINING MYTH

Many people join the military expecting to receive job training. But remember, military training is designed for military jobs, not to help you get a civilian job later. Even in the technically-oriented Air Force, most jobs require particular military skills that won’t do you much good in the civilian world.

If you get the training you were promised for a particular military occupation, you still might not get any experience in the job because the military doesn’t have to use you in the field you requested. In the Army survey, 67.2% of enlisted people said they were “dissatisfied” or “very dissatisfied” with their opportunity to select a job, training or duty station of their choice; 71.1% were “dissatisfied” or “very dissatisfied” with their basic pay.

These are just two of the big ones, if you’d like to read the sources from these examples there are most listed. (source) (source) (source)

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Patch 2.0.0 is currently not ready and will likely be deployed May 31, 2017, assuming there are no delays.

This is the final demo update, after of which we’ll be focusing on working solely on completing the main game.

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• Introducing Echoes! Echoes are alternate universes (that exist outside of UNDERFELL’s storyline, meaning they have no impact on UNDERFELL’s original story) you can travel to with the help of Ink!Sans’ Doodle Sphere. You will be visiting the world of Underswap as your first Echo. Echoes are expected to last 10-30 minutes of gameplay time each. Please read our What is UNDERFELL? page for more information: https://underfellfangame.tumblr.com/underfell.

• Along with Echoes comes followers. You will be able to recruit Stretch (Swap!Papyrus) and Blueberry (Swap!Sans) for your first followers. Followers will help you complete world quests, they may not follow you back to UNDERFELL’s storyline. You can switch out any follower you’d like at any point in time and some have special perks. There are rumors of another follower with a rather large knife skulking around the world of UNDERFELL. Please read our What is UNDERFELL? page for more information: https://underfellfangame.tumblr.com/underfell.

• World quests! You’ll be able to bring one follower with you to assist you in completing world quests. Completing world quests rewards you with currency to purchase upgrade tokens, which allow you to increase the ATK/DEF of your weapons/armor past their natural maximum. Please read our What is UNDERFELL? page for more information: https://underfellfangame.tumblr.com/underfell.

• Introducing the character reputation system! Much like a certain Bethesda game we all know and love, companions traveling with you will like or dislike your actions and react accordingly to your choices.

• You’ll be able to unlock your first vehicle, which allows you to travel around faster.

• We’re attempting to implement pixel-based movement!

• We’re attempting to add a New Game+ feature, where you can restart your game and keep your upgrades from world quests.

• We’re adding plenty of unnamed visual improvements.

• Extended demo! You’ll be able to do more in the world of UNDERFELL.

• Toriel’s voice has been replaced. Originally, Toriel’s voice actor was a quick choice and not what we had intended for her to sound like, this has finally been remedied.

• Frisk’s voice has been removed. This is not due to any sort of implicated gender, this is because it will help you connect with the character better and greatly reduce the game’s size.

• We’ve reduced many room’s sizes.

• We’re attempting to add expressive character busts for dialog. This may or may not make it in the initial update, we’ll see.

We’ve added additional rooms, you can finally make a mess of the monster candy bowl!

The Cost Of Freedom

Request: “Maybe one where the reader was together with Kylo before he turned to the dark side and they’re one opposites sides in a war? The reader is force sensitive and is now together with Rey? I don’t mind angst lolol”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 2071

Warnings: ANGST N DEATH OK

Originally posted by kyloholic


Ben waited for you, sitting on a rock, twiddling with his training lightsaber while you spoke to Luke inside of the temple. Some fellow students waved as they passed him by, one even stopping to talk to him briefly about how gruelling the past couple of tests had been. Ben had always been somewhat sceptical of Luke’s teaching methods, often being the only one courageous enough to speak out against his uncle. Sometimes, he would even take part in a short boycott of his own design, trying to spite Luke into being gentler, more understanding. But no matter what he tried, his old tutor would always convince him to re-join. By no means did Ben hate his uncle, he just found that as he matured, he could find more flaws in his life, and in the ways Luke intended to shape him into a Jedi.

Ben had never wanted to be a Jedi. He longed to roam on board the Millennium Falcon alongside his father, discovering all the Galaxy had to offer him. Or even taking part in the political affairs that his mother was involved in. But no, they had given him no choice. He thought it was so uncharacteristically cruel of his parents to force him into this life, and then continue to bicker about it, using him as a means to drive themselves further apart from each other. He was both the only reason they stayed together, and the only reason they argued until their love dwindled. Even though they had unequivocally banished him to a life under his uncle’s demanding terms, he still longed to see them. He loved them more than anything, well, anything apart from you.

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Surprise (6/?)

Summary :  You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?

Warnings : swearing, angst, violence , fluff, smut , NSFW gifs ahead!.

Pairing, (so far) : Avengers x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Marvel Masterlist              Surprise Masterlist


   It’s been a few days since you discovered your enhancement, you had Stark place you in a room that is modified to neutralize your abilities somehow . As much as a pain as Tony Stark is, hes still a genius.  Every member of the team(especially Steve) , has tried to get you to let them in but failed. The memory of shocking Steve from a kiss has been on repeat in you mind.   You know you have to leave this room eventually, but the thought of hurting anyone on accident is too overwhelming.

 You’re banging your head against the bright white wall out of boredom, when you hear the door slide open across the room. Damn it. Tony rigged the door so that you had control over when it opens , allowing you to keep the others out until you are ready ; that is until now atleast

“Y/n ?” Steve. Of fucking course.

“ You know, if I wanted visitors I would of let you in the other 30 times you knocked.” You snap, not bothering to look at him .

“ I’m not letting you hide in here forever, you have to learn-”

“ Yeah Steve, I get it . Can I have some time to freaking adjust to having shit flying from my hands!?Is that alright with you , Captain?” You bark, finally turning to face him . You know he means well, but right now your mind is too clouded with fear and anxiety about your powers.

“ Its alright to adjust, but not hide like a scared little girl.” Damn Rogers.  You scoff, going to turn away but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder stopping you.His hand tilts your chin up, your eyes locking with his. You watch as he leans in , but panic quickly sets in.

“No!” you shout as you shove him back.“ Are you fucking nuts!? You flew into a wall last time you kissed me Steve!" 

He smiles, shaking his head with a chuckle,” Doll, your powers don’t work in this room.“ He laughs as he watches realization falls over your face. How on Earth did I forget ? You let out an awkward laugh, ” Whoops.“ you say with a shrug. He pulls you to him once again , lowering his lips to hover over yours.You cant resist as he brushes his lips over yours, you fist your hands into his shirt as you crash your lips to his.His lips are soft and warm, melting beautifully against yours in a sweet kiss.

Originally posted by feathershadows

When you pull apart, you cant help but let sadness wash over you."What now Steve? We have to be in this room anytime you want to kiss or touch me?”

He sighs, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “ Youll gain control of your powers eventually Y/n , its just going to take time & patience.”

“ I don’t want to hurt anyone.” you whisper, tears building up and spilling over onto your cheeks.

Steve wipes away the tears as they fall before he pulls you into a tight hug, he runs his hands down your back trying to silently calm you ,

“We just have to take one step at a time Doll.”


2 weeks later

 " Hit the target Y/n! Not the fucking wall!“ Steve bellows, his voice booming through the gym.  You growl in frustration , you’ve been practicing throwing electricity from your hands for about 4 hours, each round draining more and more energy from you .  You’ve only hit the bulls eye once, the wall surrounding the target was pitch black and smoking from all the times your aim failed you .

Steve has been pushing you insanely hard today , his last command destroying your last shred of patience. You’ve notice him gradually turn this way over the past weeks since you left the safety box of a room . He went from loving and all kissy , to slowly turning into an asshole trainer .

” You know what Steve, Fuck off! “  you bark . You can feel the wave of sparks flow to your hands, the colorful sparks popping out from your annoyance.  You turn to leave, but Steve voice stops you ,

” Of course you’re quitting already, go back to the comfort of the safe room Y/n.“

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

 That’s it.   You twist around, sending round after round of Sparks to the target . You nail the bulls eye dead on,  then the entire target, then the wall behind the target that are all right beside Steve.  Before you know it, you’re panting,watching as dark smoke falls from the charcoaled area. The sprinklers are triggered, smothering the smoke and drenching you and Steve. 

The training room door swings open, an angry Tony glaring at you .

” Was it necessary to fry my wall!?“ he barks, making your anger flare once again. This time though , your entire body has a purple & blue glow surrounding It.

” Are . You .Kidding.Me!?!“ you yell, your power waving out , making the light fixtures spark before completely going out .  The room goes dark, you hear Tony grunt , then the backup power starts up .

” You,“ Tony says , pointing to Steve, ” Stop pushing her so hard. “

You stick your tongue out at Steve, quickly retracting it when Tonys finger points at you next, ” Control your anger sparkplug, I’m not dealing with power outages just because youre having a lover quarrel.“

He storms out, the tension between you and Steve feels like its increasing by the second.  What the hell is his deal today?

 You begin to leave, trying to calm your breathing as you do .

” We aren’t done here, recruit.“   RECRUIT!?!?

You swirl around, your eyes fading from their normal color to bright purple once again.

"I suggest pulling that flagpole out of your patriotic ass ,Captain . Before I do it for you .” you growl  . Stepping toward him until your face to face, ( well, more like face to chest, Steves a giraffe.)  

“ I’d like to see you try . ” he says with a smirk.  This  jackass is enjoying this .Is this his way of flirting with me?

“ I don’t know whats gotten into you Steve Rogers, but when you decide to remember that I’m not Just  a recruit for you train into the ground, then come talk to me.” you sigh  , exiting the room.

Originally posted by spaceandaliens

   You spend the rest of the day in your room, relaxing and laying on the heating pad. You knew training would be hard, but its really kicking your ass. Your entire body is throbbing, not just from the power exertion , but the cardio and weights are taking tolls on you too .  Your mind is just as wrecked as your body , you’ve been trying to work through your fears concerning your powers ,& confusion about Steve ; but nothing seems to clear your mind of the stress.

  A rough knock on your door makes you groan ,

“ Its open.” you call out , shifting to look for you remote in the waves of blanket strewn around your bed .

“ You alright?"  Steve says, his voice quieter than usual.

” Oh , you care now?“ you spit, giving up your search and laying back on the heating pad. You hear him release a deep sigh ,before he moves to lay next to you . What is he doing?

” You’re right, you aren’t just a recruit . I shouldn’t of pushed you that hard, but the sooner you have control of your powers, the sooner you can stop being afraid Y/n .“ he says as he places his arm around your shoulder.  You lean against him , enjoying the warmth is body is radiating.

” I know, but seriously Steve? You know this isn’t my life, its not what I wanted . I miss being a lab tech , I miss hacking and staying on the non physical side of things. I’m grateful for the second chance and everything, but this isn’t what I want. “

You curl your body into his, coaxing him into cuddling ( Not like he tried to resist.) You feel a slight shock shoot from you to him, you feel his body jolt but his laughter throws you off.

"I’m so sorry Steve!” you say , trying to push away from him , but his embrace tightens around you . He lets out a deep chuckles, lifting your chin to lock your eyes with his.

“ It didn’t hurt Y/n, it was a tiny one. It tickled more than anything. ” He leans closer, gently placing his lips against yours. Another shock sizzles between your lips, but he doesn’t pull away , instead he tugs you closer to deepen the kiss.  You roll yourself onto his lap, running your fingers through his beautiful golden hair as your lips dance with his. You feel his hands cup your ass, giving it a rough squeeze, soliciting a moan from you .  The kiss turns into a heated makeout session, making your hips involuntarily roll against his forming erection . His bulge makes contact with your center, making you both moan at the feeling. You pull your lips from his to catch your breath , your hips still moving against his. Both of his hands are on your hips, guiding them against him. The way his lips are parted is absolutely sinful , making all kind of dirty thought  fly through your mind.

Originally posted by romance-r-us

“ Steve, ” you whimper out, you can feel the rubberband in your stomach getting tighter from the friction of his jeans against your barely there shorts.  He haults both of your movements making you whine.

“ Do you want to do this Y/n?” he says , his voice raspy and strained.  Good, hes just as affected as me.   You nod frantically , standing to remove your pjs . He does the same, when youre both naked you pounce , placing yourself back in his lap . You crash your lips to his as you grind your bare core against his hard cock , the feeling ten times better than you imagined.

“ Y/n, please” Steve whimpers, his fingers digging into your hips. You send him a  sly smile, thinking you have control ; that ends quickly though . In one swift movement Steve has you on your back, one hand pinning yours above your head, the other circling your soaking clit.

You moan at the stimulation, his fingers moving in fast circles. They leave your clit to dip into your pussy , quickly thrusting in and curling to hit your sensitive spot immediately. Steve chuckles as the string of whimpers that escape you as his pace speeds up .

“ What do you want me to do doll?” he asks . You aren’t able to form words, only whimpers leave your mouth as your orgasm quickly approaches.  You close your eyes, arching your back as you nearly drown in the pleasure.  Your eyes shoot open when you feel Steve sucking at you clit harshly ; sending  you spiraling into your orgasm.

“ Steve!” you cry out as it washes over you . Steve works you through it , his  mouth gently moving against your pussy . He finally pulls back, his lips and chin glistening with your finish. Hot damn. You pull his lips to yours tasting yourself on him.  As the kiss gets deeper, you feel him guide himself to your entrance, gently teasing your sensitive slit with his tip. He runs himself through your wet cunt, coating himself in your cum .The feeling makes your back arch from how sensitive you still are from your first orgasm.  He smirks at you as he pushes all of himself in, the pain from stretching to fit him instantly turns into pleasure .

“ Oh my God."  you whimper ,he laughs ,leaning to kiss you again . He starts off with a  slow pace,  but that ends when you beg him to go harder. He sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping as he roughly thrusts into you .  Every thrust hits your sweet spot, making endless moans and whimpers fall from your lips . He doesn’t stop, his pace never faltering as you go through two more orgasms before he even warns you he is close.

Originally posted by ferrronika

 When you feel his hips finally start stuttering, you use any remaining energy you have to flip the two of you. You balance yourself using his chest to hold you up , as you begin relentlessly riding him. You bounce yourself on his dick, the new angle making yet another orgasm build within you . His hands slither up your body , first playing with your tits, then moving back down to grip your hips. He roughly holds on to you as he begins fucking up into you,matching eachothers thrusts perfectly. It wasn’t long before you both we close ,

” Doll, I -fuck- I’m close.“ he warns, thrusting up even harder.

" So am I , ” you say, leaning down to kiss him, “ cum for me , captain.” you whisper against his lips. Your words seem to do the trick, Steve goes tumbling into is finish ,pulling you right with him. You collapse on his chest, absolutely spent.  The sweat from your bodies mixing as you both try to calm your breathing. 


A Few Days Later.

   Since the day with Steve in your room, his mood drastically shifts. He isn’t as hard on you during training; but isn’t exactly easy on you either . After every training session he does make it up to you though , rewarding you by pulling you into a hot shower with  him.  He’s become progressively protective over you infront of the others, always having some sort of contact to let them know that youre his.

  It was a normal day so far, youre eating breakfast with the team, when the alarms start blaring.

“ There has been a breach in security, enemies are infiltrating the tower. ” FRIDAY warns .  Son of a bitch. Everyone scatters to grab their gear, you do the same sprinting to your room to retrieve the suit Tony made you . It looks like Natashas, except it has the ability to center your powers, making them surge from you into the suite so you can control them easier than before. You switch out your pjs for the suit, grabbing guns to fill the empty holsters as well. When you emerge into the hall way you nearly bump into Steve. He pulls you into a quick kiss before you can say a word,

“ Be careful.” he warns,

“ You too ."    as the words leave your lips, an explosion erupts from down the hall.  Its not the times for nerves, I can do this. I have to protect myfamily.  You tell yourself as you throw yourself into battle with the oncoming slaught of Agents. Apparantly Hydra has acquired a need to get their hands on TAHITI, but failed at getting it from SHIELD, so then came for you  & Pietro instead.

 The fight was grueling , explosions going off in all parts of the tower. You all manage to get your comms in , and Clint gets the jet ready when it seems like the only choice. Just when you thought all the agents are down, a new wave appears as you make you way to the jet. During the fight you stayed on your own, trying to clear an entire level while the others try for the same.  You barely make it to the hangar , the rest of the team already on the jet just waiting for you .   The fresh group of Hydra agents trailing behind you ,  the jets ramp starts pulling in as you get closer. I cant leave them here to cause more chaos, theres still some of our people in the building.

” Tony, how many are in the building and how many arent against us?“ you ask into your comms.
" 50 all together, 14 are our people , they can handle them-”

“  Tony Come back for me, get me off the roof in 10."  you slow down, catching Steves furious look as the ramp shuts and the jet lifts. 

Originally posted by chriservans

You turn to face the approaching agents, you size up the group, seeing about 20 there .They must be spread through the building still  

” Come and get me !“ you yell, sending bullets their way . You use the rest of your weapons before resorting to your powers. You still haven’t gained total control , but the suit helps with that.  You make your way to the roof,  the end of the agents following on your tail . You see Tony already waiting there for you , there is still about a lot of enemies left , you sigh , knowing what youll have to do 

"Tony get clear of the roof for a minute.” you warn, he complies, flying higher. You feel a strong wave come through you , stronger than you’ve ever felt.  You use your anger and annoyance to flare up your powers, amping up the colors that are sparking from your entire body . You hear bullets whizzing towards you , you duck and dodge them as you continue letting yourself brew, Tony shooting at some of them from above . 

Originally posted by asosyalbey

You let out what sounds like a war cry , pushing your hands out infront of you . Shades of blue and purple fly from your hands, spreading over the entire roof and successfully taking down every agent up there.  The roof wasn’t small either,  you’ve never had to use this much power in training. You can feel the effect it has on your body , slowly waring you out. When the last of the built of sparks die down from your hands, your body gives out, a painful tingle shooting through your chest. You hear voices yelling through the comms, but your body hits the ground and everything fades to black.

Originally posted by agentsofshield

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Imagine that, when Loki was brought to the Avengers tower to carry out his punishment, the other part of it was that he has to learn to love humans, or he can’t ever return to Asgard. Even more than he hates Midgard, he hates its inhabitants. He’d rather die on this wretched place than ever feel anything but hatred towards mortals. 


Until you come along. You are the new recruit of the Avengers team, still in training. You are so annoyingly cute and innocent, and always happy and kind, even when Loki snaps at you. The worst part is that you don’t even know how adorable you actually are and Loki finds himself irritated by it. Though he tries to deny it, you start to grow on him. Without noticing, love changes him to a better person and eventually he realises that he has fallen in love with you.

Little One - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by namelessmasha

Words: 1891
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: fighting?
Requested by anon.
Could you write one where the reader is the youngest of the avengers, so they treat the reader like their baby sibling. They get especially protective when Pietro pops up and starts showing interest in the reader ??
A/n: I really love this request, just, it’d be so cool. Honestly though, just protective Tony and Thor, I love it.


You were sitting on your bed reading your favorite book, minding your own business. Nothing was really going on that involved your help. You’re sure that there was probably some meeting going on in the facility, you just weren’t needed. So you had time to yourself, like you do everyday.

Sometimes you don’t get told when part of the team is going on a mission. They sometimes don’t want you to go out in fear that you’ll be hurt. Which you always reply with “Have you even seen my abilities?” And you usually get the reply of “You’ve barely even grown into them!”

One of the biggest cons of being the youngest- at merely almost twenty years old.

From time to time, being the youngest of the avengers- at nineteen- really rocked. You got what you wanted and were able to do whatever the hell you felt like. You were treated as the little sibling everyone loved and it was hard to get mad at you- even if you did cause trouble from time to time. But sometimes, it really sucked. You’d be called the ‘little one’ even though, you were turning twenty in less than a month. But no matter how old you are, you’ll always be the youngest of the group.

You were brought out of your daydreams when you heard someone outside of your room. “What is in there?” Was heard. What a weird accent.

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Mob Psycho 100 Fanfiction Masterpost: Dad Reigen Edition

Works that focus on Reigen acting as a mentor/dad to Mob and/or the other kids. Good for when you’re having a rough day and just want to read something heartwarming. Almost all of these are one shots, and a lot of them focus on Mob and Reigen’s early relationship. They’re adorable. 

There are two multichapter fics, @bananacreamphi​‘s Love the Bomb is a fully fledged dystopian AU that also has Reigen basically adopting Mob, which is why I put it here and not under AUs. On Glass Shoulders just got a surprise update so now it’s two chapters. 

These are all for either teen and up or general audiences. I wish this wasn’t something that I feel like I need to emphasize but there is NO ped//ophi///lia in these works. 

If you feel like there is a work that belongs on this list that isn’t on it, please let me know. If there a is work that involves non-con or other gross stuff please let me know because then it doesn’t belong on this list. If there is a work on this list that makes you uncomfortable for any reason, please let me know and I’ll take it off the list.

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Jealousy Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Pairings: Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Notes: Now taking requests! I need some more prompts for this darling! I’ll post guidelines later.

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“You can do better than that (Y/n).” Your mentor Rachel said as she helped you train before she left for her mission.

“Rachel, you should be going. The jet leaves in 10.” Eggsy came in the training room and looked at the two of us. More like ogled us.

“Goddamn it Eggsy! You couldn’t’ve told me this five minutes ago! Fucking asshole!” She yelled and you laughed at her annoyance. She just glared at you. “Shut your fucking mouth.” She ran out of the room and slapped Eggsy on the back of the head.

“Merlin wants to see us (Y/n).”

“Alight. I’ll be there in a minute!” You yelled and ran off to change out of your workout clothes. It didn’t take that long, but you were curious as to why Merlin wanted to see you and Eggsy of all people. Making your way to Merlin’s office, you heard snickering coming from the other recruits. One look and the all stopped and walked away.

“Thank you Ms. (L/n) for joining us. I know that you’re only a trainee, but we need female agent for this mission and currently Agents Lancelot and Guinevere are already preoccupied.

“Why do you need a female agent?”

“You and Galahad will be attending a gala in three days to prevent nuclear codes from getting into the wrong hands.”  Merlin droned on with the details of the mission and then the two of you were dismissed and ordered to train and get to know each other. So for the second time today, you changed into your workout clothes. By the time you made it back to the training room, Eggsy was already there. His back was facing you and he noticed your presence almost instantly. The two of you sparred for an hour then went your separate ways to change. You planned on meeting him in the lounge so you could talk with him, and get to know him.

“Where do you want to start?” You asked Eggsy as you sat by him on the couch. He looked blankly at you and when it started to get a little creepy, he grinned at you. From there Eggsy started to tell you about him, and you found out that you both had a younger sister, and that you both came from shit homes. This was the routine until the start of the mission. Wake up, eat, train, talk, sleep. Now it was the day of the mission and you were trying not to freak out. You and Eggsy boarded the jet, since it was pretty far away, and that’s when you began thinking. What if I mess up? What would happen if I did? Would I be kicked out? What would Eggsy do? He would probably hate me, and Rachel will murder me. Shit, what have I gotten myself into. You didn’t hear Eggsy as he was practically screaming your name for the last couple minutes. He gently shook your shoulder as a way to jar you from your thoughts.

“It’s going to be alright sweetheart.” He said as your eyes showed how panicked you were. Eggsy placed a hand on your shoulder as the plane landed and the two of you made your way to the gala. Taking a deep breath, you pushed out the bad thoughts and started the mission. It took a couple hours, but you and Eggsy finished it without a hitch. Once you reached the plane, you fell into the nearest seat and relaxed. “See it wasn’t so bad.”

“Yeah, even though there were these old perverts grabbing my ass half the time.” You replied. Eggsy’s jaw dropped as he stared at you.

“What were their names. Do I need to teach them how to respect a lady?” Eggsy growled which sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes bore into you even more as you took too long to reply in his book.

“I..I..” You stuttered trying to contain your flustered state. He leaned in, your lips only a centimeter apart.

“They shouldn’t be touching what’s mine.” He whispered as he pressed his lips against yours in a heated and loving kiss. You wanted to yell at him for calling you his, but that thought was long gone at this point.

“You’re right.” You said as the two of you separated for air, and after this statement, Eggsy slammed his lips against yours desperately.

“How about I show you that you’re mine?” He suggested as the two of you started ripping each other’s clothes off.

“We’ll be-NOT ON THE FUCKING PLANE EGGSY. Couldn’t you keep it in your pants?” Merlin said as he discovered the two of you catching your breath after round three.

“Sorry Merlin.” You said.

“I know you’re sorry Ms. (L/n), but you Galahad. Get some clothes on you two, debriefing in ten. Make yourselves look decent.” Merlin headed back to the cockpit and Eggsy’s hand covered yours as you went to put your clothes back on.

“What?”

“We still have time.” Eggsy said.

“Eggsy, we have ten minutes. That’s not going to be enough time to cover up all these marks and fix my hair.”

“Come on love.”

“Plus I don’t think you could get me off quick enough.” You said.

“Challenge accepted.”

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Kid-quisitor
★  Tamveer

Sheena is the First to her clan who later then becomes the Keeper. She’s very talented in her magic, especially fire, and would often play pranks on her fellow Clansmen even when she became the responsible Keeper. Not many enjoy her trickster ways, but her only and true friend Vaheer does; and that’s enough for her to keep on doing it. She also likes to collect and make clothes on the side.

Vaheer, though a mage himself, prefers the life of a Hunter. Practicing on perfecting his aim with a bow and arrow while prowling the forested lands of The Emerald Graves in the form of a brown Wolf. Not many of the Clan enjoy his company as his interests delved heavily to what would be considered outlandish and dangerous behaviour yet also reminiscent behaviours of the Dread Wolf. He also loves to make puns.

They’re still alive, and waiting for the forest to give them back their little Tammy.

Death of The Cat  Ch-1

Originally posted by nakamotens

Rated: Angst

Pairing: JaehyunxReader

Summary: Jaehyun was pretty set in his ways, living up to his frat boy stereotypes with pride and a lot of pleasure. But his fatal flaw came in the form of two things; a girl and curiosity. 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2



She shoved her phone into her pocket with seventeenth time that night. After a good hour, it was obvious her friend probably wasn’t coming back till tomorrow morning. She really weighed her options, she could go back and go to sleep, have a normal Sunday in months. But then it would be a waste of a good day she could spend in bed regretting her existence so she went into the kitchen for a drink or two.

In the few months that had passed since she became a college student, this was her third frat party. They were all really the same; booze and deeds you would not do in the lack of the same. This was her first party at the infamous Alpha Kappa Pi house though. This place was shrouded with rumours long before she walked through the hallowed halls, and it would probably be long after. Needless to say, this was the most crowded party she’d been to so far.

“I don’t think we’ve met.” A voiced slurred beside her as she poured some vodka into a cup.

“We’re in the same intro to econ class Ten.” She deadpanned, not really in the mood for this. She just drank down the vodka and winced.

“Wow, I must have been really stupid to miss you.” He kept his best face up, considering his current circumstances. Ten was polite enough, always smiles but he was such klutz. She could see why some people fell for it, but she wasn’t going to join those people, at least not tonight.

“You sit beside me in class Ten. You borrowed three pens, four pencils and a notebook you never gave back.” He seemed to look very confused with the influx of information and she took a generous glass of something she didn’t bother checking and made her escape.

The frat house was huge, as all the frat houses are. But in University, a larger house just meant more people at the parties and finding a less crowded area that guests were allowed in was a hopeless cause from the start.

After rounding the third corner in aimless adventure, she took a step back in shock. There at a side stood the first guy she was drunk enough to blow at some party. It was petty, and it was childish, but she wanted to avoid him as much as possible in the next three years that awaited her in this place. Turning to walk the opposite way seemed a good idea with the sudden impact of nerves from a horrific memory and the surplus amount of alcohol in her system.

“What do we have here?” A deep voice in the dark caused her to yelp rather loudly.

“Johnny, Jesus Christ why are you creeping around in your own house.” The urge to throw something at him was incredible. Johnny along with most of his frat brothers were in your business relations class and he also took intro to psychology with her. He was mostly with his own group of friends, whether in class or in social situations. She thought maybe frat boys were specifically asked to be together at all times, other than the occasional escapade that no one was above.  

“I was just looking for something. What are you doing here?” He asked with a playful smile ready to erupt on his face as he leaned on the wall.

“I was uh, looking for an empty bathroom. Nature calls Johnny.” She rushed through her words, wanted to get away as soon as possible. Even when she was at their party, she had absolutely no desire to get mixed up with any of the AKP boys. Even as a freshmen, she had been around long enough to know that these boys were best looked at from afar. New recruits like Johnny included.

“Come on, I’ll take you.” He stood up straight and waited for her to follow.

“I should go.” She tried.

“You’re trespassing sweetheart, you have to pay a price for that.” With the smile he gave, she realised why everyone was so bloody scared of these boys.

 He led her to the washroom that was without a queue and waiting for her. After she came out, he was outside waiting.

“Come on.” He said and starting walking down the hall, deeper into the house.

“Where are we going?” She asked nervously.

“To the basement, we need another person.” He turned once before walking down the stairs.

“W-Where is this going?” He stopped in front of the door and looked at her with knit eyebrows, like he was trying to figure out where she thought this was going. He laughed ridiculously after a moment.

“Relax will you, we just needed one more person to make the players even and I happened to come across you first.” His smile was amused but soft and it helped her gather her nerves a little.

“Well why didn’t you say so? I love a good drinking game.” She hit his arm playfully and he gave her a cunning smile.

“This is a bit different.” He winked at her and opened the door.

 She looked inside to see the room adorned like any boy’s dream. A large TV with a gaming console, a random arcade game, a pool table and so much more.

“You guys get way too much money.” She mumbled to herself.

“Who do we have here?” A voice diverted your attention to a corner of the room where an unsurprising bunch of first year AKP boys sat in a circle.

“I found her trespassing in the halls. Thought we could spice this up a bit.” Johnny wriggled his eyebrows.

“I wasn’t trespassing, that makes it sound like a offence, I was just lost.” She raised her arm and peeked out from behind Johnny.

“Semantics.” A single voice spoke amongst the boys, Jaehyun.

“Isn’t semantics why you call these booze fests ‘mixers’?” She raised her brow cynically. Everyone around seemed to nod in acknowledgment, Jaehyun only looked amused.

“When I have a say in it, I’ll keep your helpful suggestion in mind.” His smirk was annoying. She didn’t like how confident Jaehyun was. He was always nice to everyone, kind and giving but something in her told her there was a catch. He had also been around the place his fair share for someone who was still new. She had seen him on her dorm floor three times itself, walking out of a different room in the morning. Each time he gave her a bright smile and a polite good morning, even the last time when his clothes were being thrown out of her own room.

“How’s your roommate?” He asked feigning curiosity.

“She hates me now because she was suspicious of your friendliness towards me.” She sat down in the circle that made place for her and Johnny hastily.

“I’m offended, I’m always friendly.” He pouted.

“Maybe she thought she was special.” She offered a noncommittal shrug and picked up a plastic cup with a shot of liquor in it.

“That’s for the game.” Johnny pointed out but she smirked and downed it anyway.

“We decided to play gay chicken.” She turned to Johnny with a look that made him realise the problem.

“I guess now with you it could be different orientations, sexually inclusive chicken if you will.” She scoffed at his words but nodded at his explanation.

“But there’s a catch.” Jaehyun interrupted and both of them turned to him. The door pushing open behind her shifted their attention again.

Ten walked into the room, loud and clumsy as drunk people usually are, with two girls who were probably as drunk as he was.

“I bought company!” He announced.

“We were waiting for you,” Taeyong spoke up from the side. He was someone she didn’t really know very well, he looked all over too intimidating.

“It’s you.” Ten waved ecstatically at her like they were old friends and she scoffed incredulously at his persistence.

“Hi Ten.” She waved back and he sat down beside her satisfied.

“Right so Gay Chicken.” Taeyong spoke up, trying to get to the point.

“Sexually Inclusive Chicken.” Johnny corrected him and offered her a proud smile.

“Yes that, if you lose you drink but,” He turned to look at her once before turning to the others to continue, “You’ll be blindfolded.” He said producing two scarves from behind him.

“That sounds kinky.” She was suddenly nervous.

“That’s the point.” Jaehyun said deviously.

After a terribly easy round between Johnny and Ten where Ten just giggled because he was ticklish and shrugged away, Taeyong was sitting in front of her looking at her intensely.

“You look like you want to kill me,” Taeyong’s expression changed to shock at the sudden words. “But I’m very competitive. So I’m going to look past how intimidatingly good looking you are.” With that she put a hand on his thigh, Taeyong looked down at her hand and looked up at her looking like a deer caught in the headlights. When she tried to slide her hand up he gave up easily not even waiting for the blindfold part.

Next was Jaehyun, he sat opposite one of the girls who came with Ten and gave her a lopsided smile that already gave him an advantage. He offered to put the girl’s blindfold on for her and she had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes while the girl blushed heavily and refused.

She watched as Jaehyun sat back with a long sigh after he covered his eyes, hand extending to gently hold her cheek. Whether she gasped out of shock or something else was a mystery. After a gentle hesitation, she put a hand on his thigh and he chuckled lightly. After a while of this, what really made her give up was when he asked if she was sure about this.

The game went on for a while and she was determined to win, having realised these boys were a bunch of shy nervous wrecks. After a while the only people left were Jaehyun and Her. He pushed up in front of her, smiling at her like he did anytime he saw her and suddenly she really wanted to get under her skin.

She put on her blindfold and waited for him to make the first move. She felt him move close to her, a little too close. She could feel the heat radiate off his body and felt his breath on her face.

The low gasp that left her lips was from shock.

“Are you nervous?” His voice was gentle and he tucked her hair behind her ear and rested his hand on her neck.

“Are you?” She responded as her hand travelled up his chest slowly and landed on his shoulder, she didn’t miss his change in breathing.

“You should be at least a little anxious.” She could hear the grin he had. She felt his hand move while caressing her neck and a shiver ran down her spine as his thumb gently grazed her bottom lip, pulling it down gently and releasing.

“I don’t scare easy.” Was her bored response as she slipped her other hand under his shirt and placed it on his warm chest. Someone let out a juvenile ‘ooh’ at her words in the otherwise silent room.

“You should.” He snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her in so suddenly she yelped, “Haven’t you heard the rumours?” His lips were grazing against her jaw and seering it, instinctively her hands on his shoulder griped tighter. She felt him smile against her skin as he moved closer to her lips.

“I think you’re darker than the rumours have anyone believe.” She whispered not knowing why. When his lips were finally near hers she smirked.

“Really?” He taunted and she only hummed, catching his bottom lip between her teeth. The way he gasped let her know that he was caught off guard.

“But I still got under your skin, so I guess I’m worse.” She whispered so softly that only Jaehyun could hear. Then she let his lips go and sat back.

“I concede.” She said and pulled her blindfold off. Jaehyun looked confused for a second before pulling his own scarf off with disbelief on his face. She smirked with a sense of personal victory as she looked at how rattled he looked.

“You win Jaehyun.” She said and gulped down the drink placed in her hand as penalty. Jaehyun’s eyes grew darker and he just got up and left.



After that day, catching Jaehyun’s eye was different. He was fueled by a need to get his revenge on her but he never seemed to catch her in a situation where he could do so. She talked to them more now. One day Johnny offhandedly asked her to sit with them in Business Relations class, stating he sat with her in Psychology anyway so it was courtesy. Apparently she just sat with most of them if they shared a class. But in the literature class her and Jaehyun shared, she was in the other side of the room. Even Taeyong was friendly around her and he was someone who kept to himself most of the time.

One day she came to her dorm after a long day of packed classes to find her room locked. She sighed as the tiredness she felt from the long day turned to frustration and she banged on the door loudly. The noises coming from the room were somehow louder, the sound of her roommate panting and whining coupled with loud masculine groans made her consider just leaving. Maybe it was her imagination, but the sounds definitely seemed more prominent. Whatever they were doing, they seemed into it. Her mouth went dry at the cries of her roommate of what sounded like unadulterated bliss. She bit her lip but snapped out of it there after, banging once loudly to show her anger and decided to just come back later.

What she didn’t expect was Jaehyun to be the one to open the door.

“Hey.” He gave her a lopsided grin in nothing but his jeans. Chest exposed and hair disheveled and wet on the tips from what she assumed was sweat. She had to use her strongest sense of will to keep her eyes focused on his face.

“Jaehyun I haven’t put on my clothes yet.” Your roommate’s voice was what she heard next, breathless and forced.

“Don’t worry I’m not coming inside.” She answered her with a sickly sweet tone that had Jaehyun wincing with amusement, she then turned her attention to him, shoving her bag in his hand more forcefully than needed, “Keep this on my bed.” She told him then turned around and left.

Once she walked out of the building, it was clear that she had nowhere to go. But pride was a strong incentive and she shoved her hands into her pocket and started walking down the path. After a while, she heard footsteps approaching her urgently. She was already panicking so much that when a hand landed on her shoulder she screamed.

“Are you really that happy to see me?” The familiar voice made you turn around and hit Jaehyun’s chest.

“You scared the crap out of me. Why are you stalking me.” Her voice was still shrill from fear.

“Don’t be so full of yourself,” He was grinning brightly despite his words. “I wasn’t stalking you.” He shoved his hands into his pocket.

“Sure. Your house is in the opposite direction Jaehyun.” She pointed helpfully, somehow containing a smile at his silliness. He turned around and turned back to her, fumbling.

“I was uh, going to grab a bite to eat.” He nodded like he liked his excuse, “Yes, I need to eat I’m famished.” He smiled shyly, that was new.

“I’m sure you are, must have had quite the workout.” She said, frowning suddenly, “Since my room is now free of your presence. I’m going to go back and sleep.” She turned away and started walking away.

“Wait, why do yo-” He asked urgently but his curiosity was interrupted.

“Goodnight Jaehyun.” She turned around once with a coy smile and a tone that made it clear that she didn’t want to answer him, walking away after leaving Jaehyun as confused and allured as she always did.

Somehow the year passed and the now second year students sat together in the same spot they did a year back while the AKP party boomed in the floor above.

“I don’t understand what I did to deserve being teased be you constantly, I even bought you new stationery.” Ten pouted at her.

“After you lost all my stationery Ten! How do you not understand why I am reluctant to trust you with anything.” Her eyes were wide with disbelief but she had a smile on her face.

“I’m pretty sure you’ll find your things in his room if you can go through the mess.” Taeyong ended his sentence with a look of pure disgust making everyone but Ten laugh.

“Why are all of you after me?” He looked wounded but turned to her with pride, “You just hate me because I am prettier than you.” He crossed his arms in front of him.

“Oh no, that’s an established fact. I’m no one to question the truth, I’m just saying I wouldn’t trust you to be the one to take care of the freshman, which was the original point.” She shrugged and he sat back, knowing she was right.

“Taeyong should do it.” She pointed at him after a thought.

“M-me?” He looked caught off guard.

“Yeah, you’re easily the most responsible amongst all of them, just take more initiative.” He looked like he was considering her words.

“How’s joining a Sorority working out for you? Did you get tempted after seeing us?” Johnny asked playfully.

“I definitely enjoy the nice house and the elevated living conditions. That was definitely inspired by you guys. But more than that, I’m just glad to not have to share my room with a crazy person.” She scowled and most of them chuckled at the memory.

“Remember when she came here and saw you? She flipped out so bad it was beautiful. Even Jaehyun was rattled.” Ten said sounding scared.

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget her trying to pull me out of the house saying I don’t belong here.” She shook her head trying to get rid of the memory. The door opened and Jaehyun walked in with a bottle of smirnoff.

“Well if it isn’t everyone favourite party crasher.” He told her as he went to the corner to pick up glasses.

“I was invited by choice, you just come with the house like the faulty pipes.” She retorted with ease, used to his vocal disapproval of her presence.

“You’re just nervous because you’ll lose to me again.” His smirk had a ghost of bitterness in it. She just smiled and shrugged.

Jaehyun grew more restless as he sat and watched the game of spin the bottle transpire around him. Ten looked far too happy when he got to kiss her, grinning even while he dared to slip his tongue into the mix. Once she sat back, she made a gesture of wiping her lips that made Ten frown but Jaehyun seemed to smirk, she was quite the vixen. It seemed like she had no intention of passing up any chance, too proud to lose he guessed. Taeyong weaseled out and gently kissed kissed her cheek.

“I feel like you need a break.” He said smiling and she laughed and gave him a sweet thank you.

She wasn’t flustered, she didn’t back down, she didn’t even care that she was giving away such an intimate gesture to everyone around the circle. Suddenly Jaehyun was annoyed, at least he reserved his best for when he was behind closed doors.

“You’re quite the kisser.” Yuta commented with a cocky smile, somehow reluctant to back away.

“Hmm, too bad. Now you’ll just compare everyone else to the best you only got a taste of.” Her smile was indulgent.

“Maybe I should have another to remember better.” He smirked and bought his head back down.

“Next round.” Jaehyun spoke loudly, shocking Yuta enough to sit back. He sat back in his place with a pout and a glare towards Jaehyun’s direction that he pretended not to see.

When the turn came from him to kiss her, he was a little more eager than even he realised. Licking his lips he smiled and looked at her with confidence.

“You’re probably going to be ruined for anyone after this, so I apologise.” He warned and she turned to him with the ghost of a smirk.

“If you put it like that, I don’t want to risk it, I rather take the shot.” She enjoyed the look of betrayal on his face far too much. While everyone around laughed, there was an air of dubiosity in the room all of a sudden.

“Let’s play something else.” Ten cut through the sudden tension in the room.

“How about a drinking game?” Johnny chimed in helping his friend out.

“Never have I ever is the obvious choice.” Doyoung said, still looking between the two people trying to assess the situation.

“No.” Jaehyun’s voice brought everyone’s attention to him, “Let’s play seven minutes in heaven. Since I won the last game,” He turned to her with a raised brow, daring her to challenge it, “I’ll go first.” He got up and grabbed her hand, pulling her to a coat closet on the other side of the room. Everyone watched in awe as he moved with determination while she was too surprised to interject till the door clicked shut.

“Cliché.” She said, void of any emotion. He was already walked up to her, inches away from her face in no time.

“I’ve tried to think of all possible reasons why you did that the last time, and I had a year to think.” His hand travelled down her arm as she spoke. As she looked up to face him as he spoke, his height loomed over her, she decided to look back down.

“Maybe you just don’t like me, maybe you’re the shy kind. I could have lived with those, but you’re not, and you don’t seem to mind everyone else. So tell me, are you nervous? Or is this some wager you have going on with yourself?” His hand rested on her chin and he tilted her head up.

“You look too bothered by one girl Jaehyun, you have your pick of anyone you want. Do you just like the challenge? How typical.” She scoffed.

“Call it curiosity, aren’t you curious about how good I can make you feel?” He carefully bought his face closer to hers, his smirk growing, “You heard didn’t you? You naughty girl. Did you hear how good I can make someone feel. And I wasn’t even trying, till you showed up at the door of course.” She bit her lip, deciding it was better than the sound that would have slipped out of her lips had she not.

“I confess that I was thinking about you right then, listening in. Did you imagine it was you instead of her? Did it overwhelm you?” His other hand rested on her waist as he slipped his thumb underneath her top and drew circles on her skin that distracted her from his words.

“Are you scared you’ll come crawling back for more?” He chuckled lightly.

“I like to believe I have more self control than that.” Her voice was weaker than her words, but she tried to hold her ground. Her mind was fogged by his delicious cologne and his dimples were clouding her judgement. But if this was going to end in only one way, she wouldn’t give in first.

“I’d love to prove you wrong. Would you take me up on the challenge?” His lips left a gentle kiss on the edge of hers, “Hmm?” He reiterated.

“You can try.” She was baiting him now, praying he’d indulge first.

“Is that permission?” He stepped back, maybe a little taken aback, but you couldn’t tell from his pleased smirk.

“It’s a dare.” She said, her mind less foggy from the earned distance, but somehow her mind made up.

When he did press his lips to hers, it wasn’t extraordinary. There were no fireworks but there was boiling anticipation. Once he pulled her closer it was harder for him to control himself but he was still taking his time. But she realised he was waiting for her to respond. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, but he only chuckled into her lips and took his time, tasting her like fine wine while his fingers danced on her waist.

When a desperate whine slipped out of her lips he pushed back satisfied. She almost followed his movement but stopped after a gentle slip.

“Are you disappointed?” He laughed at how betrayed she looked.

“Maybe next time I’ll make it up to you.” His words held a strong promise.

“There isn’t going to be a next.” She said with finality, leaving the cupboard.

The next time was at the same house on a weekend when Taeyong invited her around for dinner. After a long night of quarreling and trying to undermine the other, Jaehyun and her somehow ended up on top of each other on the couch with a different kind of battle, also involving their mouths. After a while the others decided it was better to just leave the room than wait for them to be done with each other.

Everyone in the house was happy when Jaehyun finally took her to his room. Though it was mutually decided that it would be best to not go to the first floor for a while.

“I told you didn’t I? You wouldn’t be able to resist.” He lay back on his bed with a smile of victory. She sat up on the edge of the bed looking around for her hastily discarded clothes.

“I’d say I was inquisitive. Like a morbid curiosity.” She answered, he frowned at her words, sitting up and sliding closer to her.

“I don’t think I appreciate being compared to morbidity.” He spoke behind her and she laughed at his small voice.

“Do you prefer scientific curiosity?” She turned back and saw him assess her words.

“That makes it sound like a laboratory experiment.” He sounded offended. She shrugged.

“Can’t you just call it a great experience.” He asked, his tone serious.

“Don’t expect me to lie to stroke your ego Jaehyun.” She was about to get up when he sat her back down with a hand on her shoulder.

“You know,” He let his hand travel down her spine slowly as he spoke. “I thought I would hold back a little, since you’re a little lower on the experience scale.” He whispered into her ear.

“Funny, that’s exactly what I thought.” She gasped when he bit down on her ear lobe at her words.

“But since you’re so insistent.” His voice was getting lower.

“I don’t think that’s the right word here.” She interrupted and he just groaned and pulled at the sheet she was using as a guard, she didn’t stop him.

“I’ll just have to make you beg for more.” He brushed his lips on her shoulder and she had to close her eyes to enjoy the sensation.

“Is that a challenge?” She provoked him. He hummed in disapproval. Pushing her back into the bed, and towered on top of her in no time.

“Call it morbid curiosity.”

taken from the 2012 film skyfall of the james bond franchise.

‘ i have to stop the bleeding! ’
‘ leave him! ’
‘ take the bloody shot! ’
‘ agent down. ’
‘ where the hell have you been? ’
‘ what was it you said? take the bloody shot? ’
‘ i made a judgment call. ’
‘ didn’t you get the postcard? ’
‘ run out of drink where you were, did they? ’
‘ you know the rules of the game, you’ve been playing it long enough. ’
‘ so, that’s it.. we’re both played out. ’
‘ speak for yourself. ’
‘ you should’ve called! ’
‘ well, you’re bloody well not sleeping here. ’
‘ i’m sorry, have we met before? ’
‘ i’m the one who should say sorry. ’
‘ it was only four ribs, some of the less vital organs.. nothing major. ’
‘ do be a favor: if they do ever let you back out there, warn me first. ’
‘ well, you gave it your best shot. ’
‘ it was hardly my best shot! ’
‘ in your defense, a moving target is much harder to hit. ’
‘ then you better keep moving! ’
‘ the whole place goes up in smoke, and that bloody thing survives. ’
‘ your interior decorating tips have always been appreciated. ’
‘ there’s no shame in admitting you’ve lost a step. ’
‘ you don’t need to be an operative to see the obvious. ’
‘ don’t cock it up. ’
‘ room service. ’
‘ i didn’t order anything, not even you. ’
‘ aren’t you a little over-qualified to be delivering messages? ’
‘ cut-throat razor.. how very traditional. ’
‘ well, i like to do some things the old fashioned way. ’
‘ sometimes the old ways are the best. ’
‘ are you putting your life in my hands again? ’
‘ raising the tantalizing question of what you’re really doing here. ’
‘ hold still, this is the tricky part. ’
‘ old dog, new tricks. ’
‘ don’t touch your ear. ’
‘ you look beautiful in that dress. ’
‘ it’s amazing what one can do with an extra pair of hands. ’
‘ now you can afford to buy me a drink. ’
‘ i’m not very lucky. ’
‘  well it takes a certain kind of girl to wear a backless dress with a beretta 70 strapped to her thigh. ’
‘ one can never be too careful when handsome men in tuxedos carry walthers. ’
‘ be careful what you wish for. ’
‘ how much do you know about fear? ’
‘ not like this.. not like him. ’
‘ i like you better without your beretta. ’
‘ it’s not too late, you can still turn back. ’
‘ it’s amazing, the panic you can cause with a simple computer. ’ 
‘ does he always get what he wants? ’
‘ hello, (name), welcome! do you like the island? ’
‘ you have changed their nature. ’
‘ the two survivors: this is what she made us. ’
‘ i made my own choices. ’
‘ that’s your genius. ’
‘ back then, i was her favorite. ’
‘ just look at you, barely held together by your pills and your drink. ’
‘ what is this if not betrayal? ’
‘ she sent you off to me, knowing you are not ready, knowing you would likely die. ’
‘ mommy was very bad. ’
‘ look at what she’s/he’s done to you. ’
‘ we are the last two rats.. we can either eat each other, or eat everyone else. ’
‘ how you’re trying to remember your training now. ’
‘ well, first time for everything. ’
‘ what makes you think this is my first time? ’
‘ everyone needs a hobby. ’
‘ to the women we love. ’
‘ did you really die that day? ’
‘ i win, what do you say to that? ’
‘ you’re smaller than i remember! ’
‘ but they made me suffer, and suffer, and suffer. ’
‘ you betrayed me. ’
‘ life clung to me like a disease. ’
‘ i needed to look in your eyes one last time. ’
‘ soon, your past will be as nonexistent as your future. ’
‘ look upon your work, mother. ’
‘ i invented them. ’
‘ put your back into it! ’
‘ why don’t you come down here and put your back into it. ’
‘ well, that’s vexing. ’
‘ you caught me! now, here’s your prize. ’
‘ the latest thing from my local toy store: it’s called radio. ’
‘ how safe do you feel? ’
‘ to strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield! ’
‘ i’m guessing this isn’t strictly official? ’
‘ so much for my promising career in espionage. ’
‘ are you going to complain the whole way? ’
‘ go on then, eject me. see if i care. ’
‘ orphans always make the best recruits. ’
‘ a storm’s coming. ’
‘ are you still alive? ’
‘ nice to see you, too. ’
‘ some men are coming to kill us, but we’re gonna kill them first. ’
‘ sometimes the old ways are the best. ’
‘ try and stop me, you jumped up little shit! ’
‘ i did call you an exemplary of british fortitude. ’
‘ that bit was alright. ’
‘ always gotta make an entrance. ’
‘ all this jumping and fighting, it’s exhausting! ’
‘ relax, you need to relax. ’
‘ well, mother’s calling. ’
‘ of course, it had to be here.. it had to be this way. ’
‘ free both of us. ’
‘ only you can do it. ’
‘ last rat standing. ’
‘ i guess it’s too late to make a run for it. ’
‘ i did get one thing right. ’
‘ hate to waste a view. ’
‘ maybe it was her way of saying you should take a desk job. ’
‘ just the opposite. ’

xenobladefanboy  asked:

(Part 1) What irritates me quite a bit is that a lot of people just write off Rhajat, Caeldori and Asugi as direct ripoffs of their Awakening counterparts when really, they have their own attributes that give them their own identities (For better or worse). For example, Rhajat doesn't just hate everyone that isn't the avatar, she's just bad at being able to show affections, and Caeldori does more than mope about unrequited love and has more obvious flaws to work on, and Asugi is a lot more fiery

*cracks knuckles*

I 100% agree with you. I know I’ve ranted about this several times already but I can never state this enough. Rhajat is NOT Tharja 2.0. Caeldori is not Cordelia 2.0. (btw, Tsubaki is not “Mandelia”). Asugi is not Gaius 2.0. either.

They are pre incarnations, nods, call them however you want, but not clones. Their personalities, past and the way they interact with other people are different. So, by definition, they are entirely different beings. Let them be their own persons.

I already talked a lot about how Rhajat is kinder/more respectful than Tharja HERE and why Tsubaki is not M!Cordelia HERE, but I don’t think I’ve done it for Caeldori/Cordelia and Asugi/Gaius. So let’s go.

[under the cut because IT’S RIDICULOUSLY LONG]

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Trust Issues (one shot I think)

 Ok so this is my first proper fic for vikings and im not sure yet on fic etiquette so i apologise if i do any of this wrong ( just let me know!!)  
Ivar and  OC
Warnings: NSFW / unprotected sex / derogatory towards disability at one point / smut later on 
wordcount: 1696 ( sorry its long !) 
 I think this is a one shot but depends if people want more or not xxx

@ivartheheathen @ivars-heathen-army @heathensisterwives


 
There had been a great celebration when the Ragnarsons had returned from their travels, tales had spread of all their triumphs but it was great to finally have them back home in Kattegat. You had not always lived here but when the sons had recruited for their army you had come along with your people and while they were away in England, you had stayed and made quite a name for yourself. You were no fool, with a sharp mind and no stranger to a weapon, you had become a great asset.
On the sons return you had been introduced by Margrethe the sons all of which seemed pleased to meet you, all except Ivar. The more Ivar heard about you the more disgusted he seemed at the sight of you, he refused to speak to you and would just sit and judging watch you whenever with his brother.

That was until one night during the sacrifice and celebrations of the god Freyr.  Although the sons had been triumphant they had lost many men and those lost needed to be replaced, it was nights like these that were designed to bring the men and women together in the sight of Freyr to bring about a new generation of warriors.

At the celebrations feast you manged to sit across from Ubbe and Hvitserk, with Ivar sitting at the head of the table. As the feast went on you could not help but notice Ivars constant watch over you as he bore his knife into the table top. You tap your spoon in front of the other two Ragnarsons to grab their attention.

“Your brother” you say as you throw your eyes over to ivar “the way he looks at me, I don’t like it.”
Ubbe shakes his head “ I don’t know what you mean” as Hvitserk scoffs trying to supress a laugh from escaping his lips as Ubbe jabs him in the rubs.
“What is so funny? Huh? Tell me” you ask dropping your head to catch eye contact with Hvitserk, but it is Ubbe who answers.
“He doesn’t trust you”
“What? Why not!?!” you ask glaring at Ivar
Ubbe continues, “he said you cannot trust a beautiful woman, not if she is smart and ambitious”

Hvitserk leans over the table slightly towards you “ I said, beautiful smart women make men like us beautiful strong children, I mean we are celebrating Freyr, me and you could make a fine few warriors don’t you think?” he asks with the devilish smile of his, trying his luck as usual.
You raise an eyebrow and pull a horrified face in gest, “ I could think of far better things to do …”

it was then Ivar spoke, “ better than having the child of a Ragnarson?” his mocking laugh followed. You turned to meet his confrontational glare, your smiling face did not even threaten to soften it. You pause for a moment taking in the colour of his piercing blue eyes in contrast to his dark hair, the angle of his jaw and he tensed it as he looked at you, and the way his collar bones protruded from the neckline of his shirt as he lent onto the table. “No Ivar” you replied softly while allowing your eyes to meet Ivars before looking him up and down slowly, you fingers playing with the handle on your cup of mead allowing your own teeth to graze your bottom lip as you look at youngest brother, “ I can just think of a better thing to FUCK than your brother.” You pull your cup of mead up to your lips as Ivar sits back in his chair, his eyes dancing across the table, the floor, anywhere but your eyes, his lips twitching as if looking for something to say. For such a fearsome Viking, the reaction to a woman was what you would expect of a child, you had heard from Margrethe, but you did not want to elicit this reaction in him. To ease his discomfort you changed the subject “Besides!” a smile returning to your face “ I think Hvitserk is spoken for” you gesture towards to women walking towards the brother, “ I think three of us may be a crowd.”

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As the celebrations had gone on the smell of mead in the air had begun to mix with the unmistakable smell of sweat and sex. It was hard to see in some places where one person began and another had ended. So many bodies intertwined with one another drunk on their mead and victories. It was here where you found yourself among some of Ivars own satisfied warriors and their companions. One of the young women leaned over to speak to you.

“You have been looking over at Ivar all night, I have seen you…”

“What?” her partner questions with a bellowing laugh, “that cripple shouldn’t even be here, no women would want to fuck him”

“they couldn’t from what I hear” the women adds laughing and covering her mouth as if to hide her words.

“What you need is to find yourself a real man, sweet, not that!” the man points over to Ivar who is still sat in the large chair at the head of the table alone overlooking everyone.

“ A real man?” you laugh “Like a leader of a great army?” your hand mocklingly slips between your legs, the heal of your hand pressing into yourself, “ A man so ruthless even Vikings like you fear him?” the man is no longer laughing as you stand “hm.. maybe you are right.” you throw the comment over your shoulder as you walk away from them towards Ivar.

You could not tell if it was the mead or you who had thought this was a good idea, but as you reached his chair you sank to your knees positioning yourself to the side, beckoning him to lean his head down to you so you could speak to him, you place your hand down over his as you speak, your stomach tightening at the warmth of his skin compared to cold leather straps and buckles.

“I know you do not trust me Ivar, and you are right not to” you can feel his muscles tense under your hand but you continue “ but your army Ivar, some doubt you are a real man. doubt breeds weakness” you pause to move yourself in front of him, your hands unravelling the leather ties of his pants, “you will be no good to me or my plans if you are weak” you stand slowly, leaning in and raising the hem of your dress to reveal one of your legs as you straddle Ivars lap, his body is tense under yours but you can feel him soften as you run a hand along the side of his neck, your thumb grazing his jaw.
“Y/N, I…” you interrupt his words, grinding your hips into his, “ I don’t care Ivar, let people see what they think they see” you whisper into his ear before letting out a soft moan” you continue to play the illusion of sex for onlookers, the friction of your bud against him still giving you sensation of pleasure, the pit of your stomach crackling like the embers of a fire waiting to ignite as Ivar begins to play along and places his thumb to twirl between your folds.

The moans were no longer an act, as Ivar cupped your jaw his thumb placed on your lips, teasing between them the way he was between your legs. You seized the opportunity to suck his thumb into your warm, wet mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you swirl your tongue. In that moment Ivars hand forces between the two of you as he lets out a deep growl, “you really shouldn’t have done that” he teased as his hand cupped you neck and pulled your forehead to his, the hand between your legs pulling at his pants. The way he was looking at you now, hungrily like you were his prey, it felt dangerous, it felt fun. You had been lost in that feeling of fear and excitement when you felt something pulsate against your entrance, Ivar drew his lips you your ear, “no more pretending” he purred as his tip slid between your folds, your head shot back in shock “but..” you gasped pausing not sure what to feel, but while ghosting your fingers down Ivars chest you still burned to be touched. “It’s not true” you smile as Ivars teases the tip at your entrance again, this time causing you to stretch as the head enters you.

“Take it” he instructed as you sink down onto him, a rasped moan leaving his body as you grind into him harder your nails digging into his skin as you stretch around him trying to engulf every last inch of the man beneath you.  His hips force upwards causing pleasure to splinter through you over and over again each buck of his hips brings you closer to your climax. His rough hands grab at your chest and throat as he pulls apart the collar of your dress to reveal your bare breast. The cold air brushing your skin causes you nipple to harden before Ivars tongue and lips make their contact. His teeth graze the flesh causing a shock to travel down your spine and your walls tense around his cock. “Ivar” you beg “please, I can’t” his teeth gently grazing your flesh again his thrusts becomig harder, “say it again” he growls, you moan his name again but a sharp thrust that would have been painful had you not been so close stops you in your tracts “No! say it again” he snarls.  His hand was no longer on your hips but between you, his thumb twirling over your clit.

“Ivar, please” you beg as his breath quickens “again” his voice wrasps against your skin before his lips kiss at your neck, he wanted you to beg for him and with every please you let out his thrust became harder and more erratic. His pulsing cock pushing against your clenching walls as your body began to come undone, you force yourself down onto him, taking him in completely your nails ripping at his skin as your body screams out of pleasure a wave of heat coming over you as his hips buckle and you feel his body release into you.

You collapse into his chest and neck, as you come back into reality and see so many watching eyes including Ivars warriors from before, their jokes of Ivar no longer relevant. As you glance around the room your head is ripped back by its jaw so that your eyes lock with Ivars, the smell of mead on his breath filling your nostrils. His grip tight as his eyes bore into yours, “You do not have to beg a WEAK man!” 


hope it was ok for my first Ivar fic !!! Love to the Heathen Army and Sisterwives!!