crawls back into hiding

She’s coming out of the wilderness where we all know her to live and joining the living at SDCC so everyone get out ya cameras and take as many videos and pictures as possible. Savor each moment because YOU KNOW her ass gonna crawl back into hiding (probably because it’s her birthday soon and she don’t want anyone hearing her celebrate)

first light

based on hotarubi no mori e (reposted)

pairing: jungkook | reader, taehyung | reader
genre: fluff and (mainly) angst
word count: 24.843
warnings: none

“Have you ever felt like the world is too loud sometimes?”

“No. For me it’s always quiet.”


The soft crackle of the fire is the only sound breaking the deep silence. It smoothly cuts through the murky atmosphere of the night, and the sight of its origins is just as mesmerizing: waves of blazing fire helplessly reach out towards the sky, weak and strong, the flames rising aimlessly as they sway amongst the smoke.

Sitting there, alone and surrounded by trees and the calming waves of the bonfire, is numbing enough to make time still. The temperatures are low enough for a crisp breeze to tickle your cheeks, seeping through the layers of your clothes as your hands seek for warmth against each other. You can almost pretend you’re completely on your own, that voices are not coming closer and that the sound of hearty laughter isn’t overpowering the eerie quietness of nature.

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I’m absolutely terrified of posting this, but here is a link to the first writing I’ve publicly shared in over two years. 

a short one shot from ChurchTale- the official name of my ‘Fell bros run a motorcycle shop/Kedgeup project. 

Double Tap Mishap

Otayuri Week 2017 - DAY TWO (Feb 21): Social Media (Twitter, Instagram, Skype, Snapchat, selfies, online relationships) OR Celebrations (medals, holidays, birthdays)

Summary: Seventeen-year-old Yuri was always extra careful when it came to his Instagram likes; especially so when a certain Kazakh he happened to fancy appeared in other people’s pictures. But, what happens when he accidentally taps twice on one of Phichit’s pictures of Otabek instead of saving it like he had intended to?

Warnings: Language.

Art by: @nachi0-art

‘Shit,’ he exclaimed in the quiet room as he saw the red heart appear underneath the picture of Otabek, shirtless at a pool, that he had been trying to save a second ago.

He let the phone fall on top of the covers as he put his right arm over his eyes. He could feel a heavy blush and a minor panic attack forming but, he pushed his worries and anxiety away as he tried to come up with a plan. Besides, he was Yuri Plisetsky and he would not panic over such trivial a thing as an accidental like on Instagram.

Or, you know, he would.

He put his phone on the nightstand next to his bed, still displaying his horrendous mistake for the entire world to see, and hid himself under the covers.

‘Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,’ came the endless string of curses.

Why was the universe so cruel to him? It was enough that Otabek, the subject of his year-long crush, was in freaking Detroit training for the summer, but now both him and Phichit would know that he was very much checking his damn phone every morning to see what they had done in those eight hours that he had been wasting away by sleeping.

It was 10 am in St Petersburg, which meant that it was 2 am in Detroit. Remembering the time difference between the two cities helped him relax enough to at least get up and go through his morning routine without wanting to crawl back into bed and hide for all eternity.

In retrospect, he might have been overreacting a little, but this was a shirtless Otabek on Phichit’s Instagram. Of all the people in their circle of friends, Phichit was the biggest gossip of them all. Sure, he meant well and all, but that didn’t erase the fact that Yuri knew the Thai would start plotting something the moment he saw that damn notification.

Of course Yuri toyed with the possibility of backing out, but that would make it even more obvious because Phichit would still get the notification and would see which picture Yuri had liked and disliked in the 3.2 seconds it took him to realise the gravity of his mistake.

Especially considering the fact that Otabek was going to fly to Almaty in just a few days and that afterwards Yuri would not be able to escape seeing Otabek when he inevitably called him over on Skype for their regular chats. He sighed as he put on his trainers and went out for a run. He would have to face the consequences at some point, but for now, music and exercise would be his outlet until the two on the other side of the world woke up.

Surprisingly, the calm remained. No one said anything about his like, not even after Otabek flew back to Almaty. Nothing.

This apparent peace was even more nerve-racking than being on the receiving end of Phichit’s onslaught of messages when he got excited about something. And Yuri had seen the speed at which Phichit was able to message Katsudon one too many times when he went over for dinner to Viktor’s apartment. It was a truly well-developed skill that only those two shared, and they were the only ones able to keep up with each other.

But the calmness didn’t last long.

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Reggie Mantle x Reader: Not Alone


i wanted to request a reggie imagine where the reader is friends with archie and the others. she was best friends with jason and before that she was always really happy and a ray of sunshine and reggie always had a crush on her. after jasons death she’s really sad and shy and doesn’t talk much anymore. when they have to do a school project together reggie sees scars om her arms and asks her about it and she tells him that it’s because of jason. he comforts her and they talk and kiss and fluff!

A/N: Okay changed the requests up a bit, but not too much I wanted to do justice to the requestor; hopefully you guys like it. I am back from Hiatus thank you for being so understanding. Remember I love you all and thank you all for following me and being a great support system. Man I missed writing, enjoy.

Words: 2272

Summary: Reader is going through the motions of losing her best friend Jason.  

Spoilers: I LOVE YOU!

Warnings: !!Reader has depressing and suicidal thoughts!! Like one bad word, and if you have depression that leads to suicidal thoughts reach out, don’t suppress it, you’re worth everything in this universe. Remember that harming yourself is not the answer and the world wouldn’t be the same without you babe.


It was a nightmare it had to be.

You woke up your heart racing feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest. The sweat dripping from your forehead, yet you were shivering. You opted out of the dance because doing things without him was hurtful. A nap had always been more your style especially these days when your insomnia seemed to take over. Your nightmares kept you awake any sleep you got was a miracle.

You sat up wiping the sweat off with your sweater sleeve. You hated these vivid nightmares, hoping that’s all they were, nightmares. Something in your heart just hoped that maybe just maybe he was still alive and well somewhere away from this horrid town.

Those thoughts pushed away as your father entered your room. You caught the look in his knowing the news you were about to receive. He sat in bed next to you as he revealed that Jason’s body was found in Sweetwater River. He was gone, he was finally gone, no more hoping he was alive. Much to your dismay the story was everywhere, your best friend was murdered, and the asshole who did the deed was nowhere to be found.

He was shot.


The sound made you shudder, maybe you weren’t there, but the sound felt fresh in your ears and you couldn’t escape it.

Who would somebody do that to him and why? You didn’t know. What did Jason do? What did the person want to accomplish murdering your best friend? But you couldn’t handle it anymore. You’d never see his charming smile, his crappy jokes. The person who you had formed a strong bond with since your childhood was gone. Tears started dripping out of your eyes as if their life depended on them.


The weekend was over, it was time to go to school. To roam the halls without him next to you. Sure you had other friends, but no one could compare to Jason Blossom.

You looked into the mirror the bags under eyes revealing your lack of sleep and your nonstop crying. You almost crawled back in bed, but you couldn’t hide in your room forever. Walking into your closet choosing a black sweater he had gotten you for your birthday. As you placed on you were about push your sleeves up when you saw your handiwork. This weekend was hard and the razor sharp blade helped you realize that this weekend wasn’t a nightmare. The scar was fresh and you hid them and made your way to school.

You swore people were looking at you, at the bags under your eyes, that the color of your skin seemed to drain as well. Whispering making its way through the little cliques. You were so distracted that you didn’t realize the red-haired boy made his way towards you, you almost lost it, he reminded you too much of Jason.

“Hey (Y/N), How are you?” Archie gave you a sad smile as he pulled you in a small hug.

A tear dripped from your eye as he pulled away, he was reminding you too much of Jason, you couldn’t do it. You didn’t want anyone to see you have a freak out so you made a run for it. The closest place being the empty girl’s locker room.

Archie almost ran your way, but someone stopped him, someone who maybe felt the same loss you felt.

“I got her Arch” Cheryl spoke bravely as she opened the door to the locker room seeing you crying in your hands coiled up in one of the benches.

“Hey (Y/N)” Cheryl spoke shyly as she sat next to you.

“I’m sorry Cher, I just I don’t know how to do this without him” you cleaned up your tears.

“I was his sister, his twin (Y/N)” she spoke a bit coldly and you grew confused and hurt.

“I know that, I- I didn’t mean to” she cut you off.

“Oh no I get you, you were his friend, but me (Y/N) I was his sister. I am also a Blossom so I can’t look pathetic or else people will talk” she kept on and you grew even more hurt “Look (Y/N) he’s gone, he can’t come back, so do yourself a favor and stop dwelling in the past.”

Here you sat hoping that maybe she was going to comfort you. That maybe Jason’s loss would somehow help you two connect or least maybe she’d stop hating you. You wondered how she could function with him gone. She said it best he was her brother, he was always there for her. You heard the stories you often watch them unfold as The Blossoms favored Jason more than Cheryl. She was never fond of you because Jason spent time with you, time he didn’t spend with her. Jason always tried to get you both to hang out, he wanted his two girls to like each other.

The bell rang, you waited a while to get to class because you didn’t want to face anyone. You washed your face so the puffiness of your crying didn’t show so much and made your way to class.


You started to shut everyone out, your friends grew worried, but also respected the fact that you wanted your space. Any day going to school they tried to get you to contribute to their lunch conversations, but your mouth stayed shut.

What the point of living without him.

It got to the point where you skipped lunch and snuck into the library and hid yourself from all of them. You started cutting more often to release the pain. Your wardrobe was only long sleeve clothing. The color of your skin felt like it was losing its pigment. Your eyes were lifeless, the bags under eyes covered with the bit of makeup you wore just to cover up your pain. Your appetite grew small until it was no more. You started to lose weight, everyone was worried about you.

You looked dead.

You caught the eyes of one of Jason’s friends, Reggie Mantle. You knew him, you often hung out with him thanks to Jason. You had worked with him for a school project recently, it was a while since you had smiled and somehow Reggie helped ease a bit of the pain; but sadly not all of it. Recently he was the only one who didn’t get the memo you wanted to be alone. He even let you hold his hand during the funeral to help you get through it in one piece.

With the recent current events Reggie sure missed Jason, he missed his friend and teammate. Something that he missed the most though was the smile that used to take place on your face. He missed how you were the only last good thing in Riverdale. He hated how you were in pain and it seemed that all his efforts weren’t working. He missed the light in your eyes, if only you knew how much you meant to him. He remembered when he started crushing on you he felt terrible because he thought you were with Jason. Jason went out of his way to get you two together, but it never happened. You both didn’t know why since you returned those feelings.

Now your mind wasn’t occupied in crushes no matter how amazing Reggie was being. Your depression was at an all-time high. You couldn’t bear it anymore. The cutting wasn’t helping anymore and you were tired of the pills.

You were tired.

Tired of living.

You decided on something, you wanted to be Jason again. You made it seem as if you got better, you fake smiled and started to contribute to your friends conversations. You pretended to be the person you used to be. You wanted the image you were showing to be how your family and friends remembered you. You even gave one of your most prized possession that Jason gave you to Cheryl. You went on a few more dates with Reggie, you didn’t take it too far though; you couldn’t live with yourself if you hurt him.

You decided on a day, you left a letter for your parents at home, and you sent a message to your friends. You made sure you sent it at a moment when they were all together.

They sat in a booth at Pops, you asked them to meet you there knowing well enough you weren’t going to show up. You just wanted them to be together. No one deserves to be alone at this time, you didn’t want to hurt them; but this is all you could think of. The group coincided with Archie, Kevin, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, Cheryl, and Reggie.

The thought of them together made you smile, you sure as hell were going to miss each one of them.

“Where is she?” Reggie broke the conversation that was taking place. Betty was about to speak up when they all received the text.

(Y/N) Messaged ‘The Sad Breakfast Club’:

Thank you guys, you have made my time amazing and I couldn’t ask for better friends than you, but I’m gonna be with Jason now. ❤❤❤❤❤

They all stood up and got out of Pops.

“Where would she go to be with Jason?” Reggie fidgeted.

“Sweetwater River” Jughead added and so they ran, hoping to be on time to rescue you. They arrived to the river wanting to find you as quickly as possible. They all separated in hopes to get you sooner.

“There she is” Cheryl shouted and the ice cracked and you fell right in.

The water was freezing, the current took you.

Reggie ran as fast as he could and they all followed.

“The current has her” Betty grew scared.

“Fan out” Kevin added.

“Over here” Veronica yelled.

Reggie ran towards it, trying to break the glass, Archie helped as well.

The cold water taking effect, you started to lose consciousness. Water started to fill your lungs, you swore in those last moments you saw Jason.

You missed him, but was this the right thing to do?

They were successful in breaking the glass. You were out, Reggie’s hand dripping blood as he settled your body on the ice. He gave you CPR trying to get a pulse and get the water off your lungs as the others had notified the hospital.

“Come on baby, breathe for me” Reggie kept trying a tear steamed down his face.

“The ambulance should be here soon” the others notified, but Reggie kept trying.

They all watched as Reggie tried his best and winced at the look of your arms at the scars you had tattooed on yourself.

Soon the water escaped your mouth, and you started to cough it out and trying to regulate your breathing.

Reggie and the rest of the group sighed in relief you were alive and you heard the sirens coming closer.

The tall handsome caramel skinned boy saved your life. He took off his sweater and wrapped it around you and carried you bridal style closer to the ambulance as it arrived.

“Thank you” you smiled at Reggie looking into his eyes.

“I couldn’t lose you too” he spoke as he placed his lips on yours.

Those lips electrified your body you forgot what it felt like to actually feel alive. All the pain in that moment was no longer there, with one simple passionate kiss he washed it all away.

You both pulled away as the paramedics place you on a gurney.

The hospital called your parents and your friends were awaiting for the clear to see you.

You weren’t ready to explain your reasoning to everyone. Yes you did what you did, it was a planned, but impulsive move and you felt terrible for putting everyone on edge. Thankfully Reggie snuck into your room to talk to you, he was tired of waiting.

“Hey” Reggie scratched his neck making his way next to you.

“Hi” you smiled “listen I’m so sorry about-” he cut you off by kissing you once again, the familiarity of them made your stomach go crazy.

“It’s okay (Y/N/N), you missed Jason, we all do; but he meant a great deal to you. I just feel bad that none of us could change your mind” he frowned.

You reached your hand to his and intertwined your fingers. He looked down at them and caressed your scars and he started to cry.

“It’s not your fault Reg, this was all me. I suppressed everything because I didn’t want to deal with it, I didn’t want to burden anyone with my pain. I made myself think I had nobody when I clearly don’t” you cupped his cheek and cleaned his tears.

“You Mantle and the ones out there, you all saved me. I miss Jason and sadly I’ll never have him in my life anymore, but I do have some amazing friends and I wish I would’ve seen that sooner.”

“I don’t want to be your friend (Y/N)” Reggie replied and you pulled your hands away shocked at his revelation “No, no (Y/N), I want to be more than friends, I always have” he collected your hands once again and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

“I’d like that” you smiled.

You kissed one last time only to be interrupted by your friends. Cheryl being the one who ran in and pulled you in a warm embrace, then the rest all followed and did a full on group hug. And you couldn’t help but smile like a fool because clearly you weren’t alone.

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À Triomphe - BTS AU

AU:  Art Thief!Bangtan

Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust.  But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.

Part: Nine / Eight / Seven / Six / Five / Four / Three / Two / One

Warnings: Swearing, Violence.

Originally posted by jungsooneul

They had him under lock and key, strict supervision.  Six accounts of manslaughter, two accounts of domestic abuse.  He played back the punishment fit for the crime in his head; Death Row. He would be sent back to Korea the following morning. If only he was actually to be blamed.

Jimin sat in the corner of his cell, his back pressed against the wall as he gazed at the window across from the cell bars, the only light showing being the glow of the full moon. It was curfew, with only a few other prisoners within his cell block still awake.  The sound of heels clicking against the metal catwalk echoed.

“Jimin Park,” a husky voice berated.  Jimin groaned, refusing to turn his head.  “What do you want? I told you, I—“

The cell doors slowly glided apart, creating a riff in Jimin’s attitude.  He turned his attention to the guard behind him.  “Now you know how I feel, right?”

Jimin quickly bounced to his feet, tugging his arm as the shackles constraining him to the wall pulled him back.  “What are you doing here? They’re going to fucking kill—“

Jimin was hushed as the black haired boy pressed a finger to his own lips.  His eyes wandered.  “Do you hear that?”

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Don’t Let Go

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen
Ship: Tree Bros (Connor Lives AU)
Summary: Sometimes you have to go back and finish the fight. You keep digging and don’t let go.
Possible Triggers: I mean swearing,,,intrusive thoughts, and break ups? (I’m bad at tagging triggers)

Word count: 1860


Silence festered between the two, souring the air. Evan clenched his fist around the navy blue duffel bag strap, taking in a shaky breath.

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A little somethin’ somethin’

Text message exchange between me and my good friend @dibsonthat1d that made my morning a whole lot better.


He looks like the nerdy lab partner you get stuck with in chemistry and end up falling for after the jock breaks your heart.

Who’s annoyed all class because you keep looking at the jock asshole rather than paying attention to your lab assignment.

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Intro: So it’s finally here.  My freaking child I swear.  This is the Bones x male reader that was requested by such a sweet anon I am sorry it took so long.  

Pairing: Bones x male!reader

Word Count: 5,200 (whoops)

Warnings: swearing, lots of kissing, ummm not much else?

Summary: So thanks guys for helping me decide to keep it one big fic because I just think it flows so well together so I apologize for the length (I just went with this one to the ends of the earth I couldn’t stop myself). 

ALSO: This is my first time writing a decidedly male reader so please be gentle.  I absolutely adore this fic and everything about so I hope it’s alright and the reader came off as male, I tried really hard.  <3

ALSO (p.t. 2): While I was writing the embarrassing story that the reader tells in the middle of this fic (you can’t miss it) I was channeling my best friend so I kinda wrote it how she would tell a story like that, so hopefully it makes sense. 


It started with an accidental kiss. 

It was a night you couldn’t really remember that well, but from what you do remember, you had passed out behind a control panel in the engineering room, with no idea how you got there.  Your drunk ass had been found by none other than Dr. Leonard McCoy, who was looking for Scotty, but had found you instead.  And this was all well and good except for the fact that you were a handsy drunk and had had a major, life-altering crush on the grumpy southern doctor. 

Leonard had carried your hammered ass back to your quarters, put a cup of water beside your bed and made you promise to come see him in the morning. When he was satisfied that you didn’t have alcohol poisoning and weren’t going to choke on your own tongue, he leaned over you to pull at the blankets of your bed.  And for some stupid reason you had reached up, wrapped your hands around the back of his head, and pulled his mouth to yours.  It was a drunken, stupid kiss, all sloppy and clumsy, but, and you couldn’t say much for your memory thanks to the tequila shots, you felt him reciprocate, if only for a moment, before he pulled away.  He looked down at you for a moment, a hard set to his eyes and mouth, before turning and abruptly walking out of your room. 

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Decline Your Hallucination

Summary: After Dean’s death you and Sam struggle to go on with life. Canon divergence, set between seasons three and four.

Pairings: Sam x Reader, Past Dean x Reader

Warnings: language, depression, prescription drug abuse, angst

Words: 2000

Beta: @just-another-busy-fangirl

Your name: submit What is this?

I respectfully decline the invitation to join your hallucination - Scott Adams


Sam drives with white knuckles and a far away stare. He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t eat, doesn’t stop unless you asks him to. His body sits rigid with two hands on the wheel and foot heavy on gas as if he has somewhere to be. There is no destination and you both know it. There is no reason left, motivation slid down the drain five states back, now it’s just movement. Forward motion to keep it going, can’t stop, won’t stop, Sam thinks he might die of he stops now ‘cause there’s an aching itch under his skin that won’t go away, no matter how hard he claws it.

“I hate this car.”

Sam’s glad you’re the one who said it so he didn’t have do. He hates it too, hates everything about the gritty engine rumble and the screeching hinge of the doors. He thinks about selling the Impala, weighs the thought of someone else driving it with the unnerving feeling of driving the fucker himself. No one else should be sitting behind the wheel - you suggest burning it. You want to buy a gallon of gasoline, drive out into the desert and watch the ancient hunk of metal go up in flames. You beg him, crying wildly and making a scene at the Amoco until he has to pick you and lock you both in the unisex bathroom. You just want to get rid of it, you warn him you’ll walk away, you’ll leave him because there’s too much of Dean wrapped up in the damn car.

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You and Tequila Part 2

You and Tequila Part 2

Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Little smut,(lots of) language, unprotected sex

Summary: At one of Tony Stark’s parties you drink a lot of tequila and have to face the consequences of your actions.


After spending all day Saturday with Natasha and Wanda you went home to your apartment and decided to order some food and watch Netflix all evening. Sunday you woke up feeling better about everything and spent your time cleaning your apartment, doing laundry, paying bills and grocery shopping. When Monday rolled around you were ready to go back to work and told yourself it would be easy to avoid Bucky since you had been in R&D for 2 years and only had minimal contact with him.

Settling into your work you were oblivious to what was going on outside your lab until sometime around 1 PM when Wanda and Natasha came in and all but dragged you away from your notes to go to lunch. You had never had really close girlfriends so when Wanda declared you their new BFF you laughed out loud and wrapped your arm around her heading for the elevator.

At lunch you talked about your work, the other ladies training and then things got a little personal when Nat asked for details about what had happened Friday night.

“I honestly don’t remember most of it.” You said, your face flaming red as you looked at the salad on your plate.

“Seriously? You mean you don’t know how you got in Barnes’ bed?” Natasha asked with a smirk.

“The last thing I remember is sitting at the bar doing tequila shots and then I woke up in his bed. I got out of there as fast as I could and met you at the elevator and the rest is history” you answered.

“Wait,” Wanda said turning to Nat with a smirk, “What were you doing on the elevator at 4 in the morning?”

“We aren’t talking about me right now.” Natasha said evasively and turned back to you with a hard look. “Do you want to see Bucky again? Maybe talk about what happened?”

You thought about it for a few seconds and said “I don’t think so. I mean, he seems nice and all but from what I’ve heard from my coworkers I really don’t think he would even want to see me again so why set myself up for rejection?”

“What have you heard?” Wanda asked confused.

“Well,” you start trying to put it delicately since these were Bucky’s friends and you didn’t want to offend them, “I’ve heard he had dated almost every attractive woman in the tower and that he picks up women in bars. That he’s a one night stand kind of guy, basically.”

When you finish you see Wanda and Natasha exchange a look you can’t read and then they both throw their heads back laughing until they are holding their sides with tears in their eyes. “This is priceless” Natasha says as she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.

“I know,” Wanda says, trying to contain her giggles.

You sit there confused for a moment and then ask “What?”

“You work with fucking Karen, don’t you?” Natasha asks when she finally stops laughing.

“Yeah,” you say, “she is team leader on a project for Tony and I had to help her when she was stuck on a design flaw. Why?”

“Karen has been spreading rumors about Bucky since he went out to dinner with her about a year ago. The real story is that she was rude to the waiter and complained the whole time. She was a total bitch to him but she keeps telling people that Bucky is some kind of sex fiend. Every time he asks anyone out in the tower she makes their life hell. She’s just jealous.” Wanda explains

Thinking back you remember Friday night that you had seen Karen hanging on Bucky when she was the person who had told you that you should avoid him. When you told the girls that they both nodded and Natasha said “She does that whenever she sees him. He tries to get away from her but she hangs around and if he has a date she spreads rumors that he is cheating on the girl. There is something seriously wrong with that woman.”

After you paid the check and were making your way back to the tower Wanda grabbed your hand and said “If you really want to get to know Bucky we could help.”

“You would do that?” you asked in a small voice.

“Of course we would,” Nat answered. “We like you and Bucky is our friend. We want what is best for both of you and if that is getting to know each other we will help.”

“I’ll think about it.” you said.

“Don’t think too long.” Natasha told you. “You don’t want to let that hot piece of ass get away because of a rumor.”

You and Wanda immediately burst into laughter at Natasha calling Bucky a hot piece of ass. As you walked to the elevator and pressed the call button you turned back to Natasha and said “I will think about it quickly but how do you know he’s a hot piece of ass?”

You and Wanda both starting laughing loudly again when she said drolly “I saw you Friday night and girl you looked wrecked.”

As the elevator opened you turned around still laughing coming face to face with Bucky. You froze, your laugh immediately gone as you stared up at him. Your cheeks began to flame and you stuttered out “H-hi Bucky.”

“Hey Y/N” he said with a grin in your direction before exiting the elevator and greeting Natasha and Wanda then heading for the front door.

You took a deep breath one the doors were closed and looked over to the other girls and said “Guess that is the end of that.”

Both girls tried to assure you that he was probably just in a hurry and that you should talk to him but you were having none of it. You just wanted to crawl into your bed and hide so when you got back to your lab you called Tony and pleaded sick. Telling him you needed a few days off and you would be back on Thursday.

He seemed surprisingly concerned but you assured him you must have eaten something that didn’t agree with you. As soon as you hung up the phone you grabbed your purse and cell phone and left the lab making sure to let F.R.I.D.A.Y. know you were out and wouldn’t be back till Thursday so your lab would be on lockdown.

Bucky got off the elevator and smiled and said hey to Natasha, Wanda and Y/N then headed out the front doors of the tower to go pick up some food for Steve and himself. They had ordered from a little deli a few blocks down but the delivery person wasn’t available and Bucky had said he would pick it up, leaving Steve waiting in the common room as he hustled to get it before it got cold.

After he picked up the food he was walking back toward the tower when he saw Y/N getting in her car and he was immediately struck by her hair, the way it moved. The way she had looked at him in the lobby. Her laugh as the elevator door opened. “Oh shit.” he muttered. “Y/N was the girl Friday night.”

As he tried to get closer to flag her down she pulled out into traffic and was gone, but that was ok. He remembered her now and some of the details of the night were coming back to him. She worked here so he could talk to her when she got back from wherever she was going. It was only 2:30 and if she left for the day he could see her tomorrow.

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anonymous asked:

What about a role swap? Easiest I can think of would be swapping of roles within the Tri-ni-sette, but... Maybe it's just one character who had their role swapped?

I… actually have a project like this already going? So I’m just going to post a little bit of that. Mainly revolves around Reborn and Tsuna, although there are others. I just don’t really focus on them. 


When old man Sinclair hefts his gun and points it between Reborn’s eyes, he thinks this is it, this is how I die.

I should have just been a soldier.

And then there’s a hand yanking Reborn back, tossing him back, and there’s the summer-hot taste of Flames in the air, pure Sky the likes of which makes Reborn tremble even as he rolls to a stop and puts his back to a rock wall. 

The voice gives the person away, and Reborn kind of wants to whimper a little. He doesn’t, but he wants to, because apparently the Sky Arcobaleno wasn’t lying about being Vongola Decimo. Which means Reborn has been talking shit about the Vongola to the Vongola’s boss. How he’s still alive is anyone’s guess.

“Sorry, but that boy is mine. I can’t allow you to touch him so frivolously.”

Sinclair sneers. Reborn kind of hopes his old man pisses Tsunayoshi off enough to get his head bashed in. He shouldn’t wish that, but he does. 

“He’s nothing,” Sinclair snaps. “Not even a proper soldier. What use has Vongola got for him?”

The Sky Flames in the air almost feel like weights, dragging him down into the rock. Reborn closes his eyes and goes through his mental exercises, trying to find one that will make him stop feeling like his insides are trying to melt. 

“Reborn,” the voice says, and Reborn’s eyes jerk open. “Is going to be one of the greatest Suns of this generation. I fully intend to be there when he comes into his own. Not because he owes me anything, but because he deserves happiness in his life, and I fully plan on making sure he receives every last drop of what he deserves, and much more.”

“You’re as crazy as they said you were.”

“Perhaps. But I know what I want, and I’m not about to let you stand in front of me.”

“He won’t follow you, he’s a disobedient brat!”

“Is that so?” There’s the sound of roaring, of fire crackling to life, the smell of charred wood. “Because he’s rather perfect as far as I’m concerned.”

“He’s too opinionated, he won’t make it. First day he runs his mouth you’ll kill him.”

“No, I won’t. I would never lay a hand on him. He’s talked back to me every step of this journey, and yet now he stands here, ready to fight on my behalf and break your boss watch to ensure I live another day. To me, that doesn’t look like disobedience.”

A pillar of flame roars up inches for Reborn’s hiding spot, and he crawls back, breathless.

“That looks like loyalty to me.”

And the world goes white.

You Know Better - Part 21 - Up Against The Wall

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Story Description: Peter and the reader develop a slow relationship.

Part Description: You struggle to focus during your next training session.

Warnings/Labels: The gif is all the warning you need @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales

Approx. Word Count: 2,100

A/N: Hottest gif set of Ian Bohen ever right there. Just saying. Let me know what you think about this part. Is it worth it?

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Some more work for Ascendancy! I really enjoy fleshing out the fire units, their shape language lends itself to very strong and striking forms.

The idea behind this dude was that it crawls out of a lava-filled hide and scratches at his back until the serrations expel enough lava to create defensive spines. It is filled with a molten rock and lets out heat when enraged or attacking.

Process/ideation and some more views on my artstation.

Back Again | Charles Vane x Reader (part 2 of 2)

Originally posted by kissmyglitter


Requested by Anon: “First off I want to say how amazing your blog is!!!! I’ve been looking for stuff like this since the end of Black Sails! I was wondering if you could write an imagine where the reader brings Vane back from the dead (Kinda like Calypso & Barbosa In POTC) and Vane ends up falling for the reader. Thanks !!”  +  “Vane is Made Pirate King of Nassau and makes reader his Queen” + smut as ‘requested’ by @selldraug

A/N: I just want to thank you, Anon(s), because I really enjoyed developing your request! Also, this is my first attempt at smut since ages, and anyway nobody’s ever read my smuts. Your opinions about how it turned out would be sooooo appreciated!

Fandom: Black Sails. Pairing: Charles Vane x Reader

Warnings: what if in which Vane is still alive. SMUT

Requests are OPEN

Word-count: 2964

Your name: submit What is this?

It took Charles Vane days to convince Y/N to help him with the conquest of the port of Nassau, but he eventually succeeded. He hoped Y/N would keep her promise because once back into civilization he’d really need her help.

He had spent a lot of time training her with the two swords she somehow had in a trunk under her bed. And damn, she was now very good at it! She had whined all the time because she wasn’t sure she really wanted to do this, but he hadn’t listened to her and he was so proud of the result.

And then something happened.

They had been fighting all day and he had taught her some moves. It had been an exhausting day and they had somehow ended up kissing each other. It hadn’t been a sweet kiss or a passionate one: it had been hungry, almost as though their lips and tongues had been continuing that day’s training.

Then, as swift as it had come, the kiss broke.

They hadn’t talked about what had happened ever since.

Even now Charles was sure he had felt the sea on her lips and that wish came up again: to be with her because he loved the sea and she was the sea. And how could he let that slip from his fingers?

He could lose Nassau, he could lose the gold, he could even lose his crew. But the sea, that never-ending and yet finite expanse of water and thrill… Even with nothing left he would never let go of it. That same salt water flowed in his veins and determined who he was.

A pirate.

A Captain.

And even though he could have a safe and peaceful life with Y/N, he didn’t want all those men to let go their real identity. It was love, what they felt, and it was life. And what was a man without love and life? What was a pirate without the sea and all it had to offer?

In front of him, there was Nassau teeming with life and not even night was able to put the town to sleep.

Hidden behind a group of palm trees, Charles Vane and Y/N observed its life, the coming and going of pirates and harlots. Two Englishmen stood at the entrance of the building where – according to Vane – Eleanor lived.

Woodes Rogers probably lives there too, he had whispered in her ear while pointing at the building with his sword.

Y/N had been quiet ever since they had left her cottage that afternoon.

She was scared, Charles Vane could almost feel it on his skin like when the sea gets ready for a storm. He could see the flames of the bonfires in the distance reflected into her eyes while she looked at them.

“I didn’t remember this place to be so beautiful,” she whispered, crawling a few feet back to hide behind the remaining of old launches.

He followed her and laid against the wood. “Why did you leave?”

“I thought we had an agreement.”

“Jack Rackham hasn’t come out yet. We have some time to talk.” He wanted to know. He needed to know something about her. She knew almost everything about him and to him she still was a mystery.

“It’s stupid,” she said, hoping that those words would cut the conversation to an end. But he urged her to speak and she didn’t know how to say ’no’ to him anymore. “I was kind of a slave, something like seven years ago. You know, a fanatic captain found me in the Caribbean and thought I was Calypso. He was so convinced of it that he kidnapped me.”

“Calypso?” Charles chuckled. “As in the goddess of the sea?”

Y/N nodded. “He wasn’t a very lucky pirate and his crew grew angrier by the second. He thought that maybe with me by his side he’d tame the sea, he’d turn it to his side. Which was the most stupid thing I’ve heard ever since I can remember – I am no goddess and sure as hell I can’t tame the sea,” and she laughed a little. “You just can’t tame it. However, I ended up here and when he understood that I couldn’t be of help… well, he did things to me – bad things. No one helped. They all stood by and stared, all those people, but never reached out to help me. In the end, I left.” She turned to looked at him and found him staring intently at her. “I hope this is your only question because – as I’ve already said – the past stays in the past.”

He tilted his head and eventually nodded. He wanted to know that captain’s name but knew well enough that she wouldn’t answer that question.

Charles could understand why that guy thought she was Calypso. She looked beautiful, free yet caged, but there was something inside her, something deep and as old as the sea, that couldn’t be tamed. There was a spark in her eyes, something that death and torture couldn’t switch off.

And yet she had brought him back. He had died and yet still breathed. What human being could do something like that? And what was the price of such a miracle? He knew nature wasn’t keen on giving without receiving something in return.

What had been the price of his resurrection?

He was about to ask her, to force her to answer him, when a well-known voice caught his attention. When he turned, Jack Rackham, his former quartermaster, was taking a piss.

Charles grabbed Y/N’s arm and pointed at Jack. “Go take him. I don’t care what you do, but bring him here.”

She snorted but stood up anyway.

“Hi there,” she smiled when she reached him.

Jack started in surprise and hurried to put his prick where it belonged. He turned around and furrowed his eyebrows. “Who are you?”

“A friend,” she simply answered before she sweet-talked him into following her.

Keeping Jack’s surprise quiet had been quite a challenge, but Y/N had eventually shut his mouth by putting her handkerchief into it.

Convincing him to help the two of them… well, that was something Y/N would never willingly do ever again.

But in the end, Jack Rackham had gathered them an army – or, better, a bunch of drunk nostalgic pirates. Y/N had looked at Charles and stopped herself just in time from saying: “You must be kidding me.”

Even when that Jack guy told them that the Brits had sent back home their ships and only kept two in the bay, the girl remained pissed.

“This is going to be a suicide,” she muttered to Charles a few nights later, after one of their gatherings with the men.

“Probably,” he answered, looking up at her before downing his rum. Fuck, he hadn’t drunk that shit in ages and he had missed it. “But I’m not giving up on what’s mine.”

“And what exactly is yours?” Y/N bit back. “You died. Nothing’s yours anymore.”

“The sea still is. And it’s theirs too. Some of them know nothing else – and others want nothing else. That guy thought you were Calypso and held you captive because of that. Knowing what that feels like, would you want other women or girls to go through that?”

She shook her head no.

He stood up and grabbed her by her waist, surprising the both of them. “I won’t let those men lose what’s theirs.”

It took them time to be ready to attack and to find enough men to win. Charles would’ve been happy to have Flint’s help and that of his crew, but he wasn’t that lucky that time.

Vane and Y/N had split up. He and his men were aiming at Eleanor and the Englishmen on the island, while Jack, Y/N, and their men were swimming silently towards the two British ships left in the harbor.

Y/N still believed this was a suicidal idea. They were all gonna end up dead, whether they’d be shot, hung or pierced by a sword.

“Such a bad idea,” she muttered under her breath while climbing the ladder to get into the ship.

And those fuckers had sent her up first.

Jesus Christ, she’d never understand pirates.

Luckily no one was in sight and she was soon joined by Jack.

She looked at him and shook her head. “You sure we can trust the others with that other ship?”

He simply nodded. “They’ll free the port, and Vane will free the land. We all get what we want and he can rule as he has always wanted.”

She let the men go first. The idea of killing… well, she didn’t like it that much. She’d rather help Charles without murdering anyone, but…

“Hey, you!” someone angrily yelled.

She turned in the direction of the voice. One of Rogers’ men was walking towards her.

“I thought we said no whores on board,” he yelled again. When he reached her, he grabbed her wrist, hurting her.

“Excuse you?” Y/N was fuming. Her? A fucking whore? She stood there, her wrist in his grasp, dripping on the deck of that stupid ship. And she was being called a ’whore’. Before she knew it she had taken her gun and had shot him in the forehead. “Your mother might be a whore, you jackass,” she hissed. She kicked his corpse and took his gun.

She was so done being nice with everyone. She had been called a whore enough when he still believed her to be Calypso. She wasn’t going to stand someone else calling her like that anymore.


“What’s all that blood?” Charles asked when Y/N got back to the shore with Jack and his men.

“You know, the Brits bleed too,” Jack huffed, grabbing the rum bottle from which Anne Bonny was drinking. “Eleanor?” he asked.

“Inside your whorehouse,” was Vane’s answer. “Tied up, with Rogers.”

“How did you even come back to life?” someone asked, his voice standing above all the other voices.

He shrugged the question off his shoulders, grabbed Y/N’s hand covered in blood and headed to what had once been Eleanor Guthrie’s chambers.

The bedroom in which he led her was cool, a blessing compared to the mugginess outside. The shutters were closed and three oil lamps light the room up.

“You okay?” he asked her, turning her face left and right to check for wounds.

She moved his hands off her face. “I’m fine,” she answered, pissed off. “Are you?”

He laughed. “You need more than this to hurt Charles Vane.”

“Should I remember you that the last time Charles Vane got killed?”

She shook her head and turned towards the window.

Dawn was crawling its way through the splits in the shutters.

“What’s wrong?” he walked up behind her, the smell of sea and blood hitting his nostrils.

If she wasn’t Calypso, he didn’t know who else could be.

“I’m so pissed,” she sighed, massaging her temples.

He kissed the exposed skin of her right shoulder. And there it was, the taste of the sea, the taste of life. He shouldn’t be drawn to her, he knew it, but fuck.

“Why are you pissed?” he whispered against her skin. He started to wipe the blood off her cleavage.

“This was a fucking suicide,” she hissed. Her hands were trembling furiously. “I killed four people.”

“Hey.” He turned her around and moved locks of hair behind her ears. “It’s okay. You’re okay. We’re all okay.”

“Not them,” she whispered back, wiping some blood off her forehead. “Does this make me a bad person?”

Charles moved to grab a shirt from a chair, dipped it into the washbowl on the desk and used it to clean her face. “You brought me back, without even knowing me, without wanting anything in return. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met.” He didn’t even know he could be this sweet, he noticed. He just couldn’t help himself around her.

They stared at each other for a while. From outside came the sound of men cheering and singing. Some of the girls from Jack’s brothel were laughing and probably someone was dancing.

Then, suddenly, Y/N reached up, grabbed his cheeks in her bloodied hands and kissed him hard.

It was like a continuation of their first kiss: rough, needy, greedy.

He kissed her back and grabbed her butt, lifting her off the ground. When she circled his waist with her legs, he grunted.

She tugged at his hair, her body pressed up against his, her wet clothes soaking his.

When he broke the kiss she was about to whine, but he attached his lips to her previously bloodied neck and she let out a moan. That kiss had her hips grinding involuntarily against his waist.

Holding her tight, he walked her to Eleanor’s bed and laid her down, laughing a little when she didn’t make a move to remove her legs from his waist. She laughed too and she looked flustered, with her hair dripping on the pillow and her crumpled blood stained clothes.

“You’re so beautiful,” he grinned, taking his shirt off.

She freed herself from her shirt too and got up to kiss his lips again. He tasted like home, like safety, and for a minute of two, she bathed in the hope that she’d somehow be safe with him by her side.

Without breaking the kiss she fumbled with his belt, trying to unbuckle it.

A few minutes later they had somehow managed to undress each other and Charles was now kissing her neck, her hands tugging his hair almost painfully.

His lips burned her skin like fire in their descent down her cleavage and on her breast. Y/N was panting desperately, grinding against his erection.

Charles groaned again and lightly bit the side of her left breast.

“Charles,” Y/N panted.

He looked up at her, smirking, rubbing his thumbs against her already hardened nipples. Some of the blood he had had on his face was now smeared on her skin and this mere fact turned him on even more. “What?”

“I’m begging you.” She was almost whining, wiggling under his gaze.

Her hair was a mess on the pillow and she’d most likely end up knotting it, but she looked like she didn’t care.

Vane went back to kiss her breast and then down to her stomach, lightly touching her bellybutton with his nose. His right hand slipped down to grab her thigh while he positioned himself at her entrance.

He raised his gaze again. She was staring at him, heavily breathing, her chest furiously rising and falling. That was a sight that even the sea couldn’t beat.

He pushed inside her slowly and watched as Y/N’s eyes rolled back in her head, her back arching. He pushed deeper until his hips touched hers and he bent down to kiss her breasts. He let her hands crawl up his arms until her fingers tangled in his hair.

He teased her a little more, kissing her neck and staying still. Then, suddenly, he pushed out and then back in fast. She gasped against his neck and urged him to keep moving, her breath ragged against his skin, her breast brushing against his chest, driving him crazy.

He pushed in again and kissed her behind her ear, inhaling the smell of salt water in her hair and setting up a pace.

Soon enough Y/N was panting even harder under him, kissing and biting the skin of his neck. She was moaning his name again and again and he thought he had never liked it like that before.

“Oh gosh,” she sighed suddenly, scratching his back with her nails, sending shivers down his spine.

He pushed out. “On all four,” he groaned and grabbed her waist when she did as he ordered her.

He opened her legs a bit more and positioned himself between them, bending forward to grab the headboard as he penetrated her again. He straightened his back and started pounding into her fast, hard, mercilessly, grabbing her hips so hard with his hands that bruises were going to form.

She was pushing against him, trying to meet his thrusts.

“Jesus, Charles,” she moaned so loud that he thought everybody on the beach would now know what they were doing.

She stood up, standing on her knees, and rested her head on his left shoulder, grabbing his neck with her right arm. One of his hands snaked up to grab her left breast while he kept thrusting hard into her, moaning her name, biting the skin of her neck, sucking all the salt off it.

A second later he felt her body clench around him and she was a panting mess in his arms, eyes rolled back in her head, body covered in sweat.

He came a few thrusts later, biting her neck and leaving a mark.

When he pushed out of her again, she laid down and dragged him down with her.

“I’m finally king of this fucking place,” he panted, letting her snuggle against his chest.

She laughed. “I’ve never been in the presence of a king.”

He chuckled too. “You helped me with this and with coming back from the dead. I think you can be in my presence whenever you want,” he said. “Wherever you want,” he added and she chuckled.

With Calypso in his arms he’d stand the idea of not going to sea whenever he wanted, he thought. And shit was it worth it!

Tag: @georgiagrl1990 

i suppress my feeling the best that i can, i try my best i really, truly do. and i feel terrible about how i feel every fucking day. i push everything deep down inside of me until i cant stand the taste anymore, my thoughts and feelings crawl right back on up from wherever they were hiding and they strangle me. i cant breathe, it hurts to cry. it hurts to be alone but its the only way i can deal with things

In the Vents - Readr x Clint Barton

Originally posted by michaelfassbender

AUTHORS NOTES:   So, I was super stuck and in desperate need of some prompts and the lovely @pickledmoon sent me a few. Thanks, dear. You’re the best. :)

PROMPT: if u want a clint prompt u could do clint and the reader spying on the other avengers?? maybe in the vents


 Why? Why up here?

 Every time Agent Barton went missing in Stark towers he always ended up in the rafters or in the vents. Unfortunately you had already checked the rafters and he wasn’t there. Which is why you had the great misfortune of crawling through the shiney, metal air ducts.

 You army crawled around a corner and sighed with relief. You had come up on one of the larger sections in the vents. It was only about the size of a childs play house but at least you could sit up with out hitting your head. Barton sat in front of a large grated panel that looked out over the common room.

 “Why is it that they always send you?” He whispered with a grin as he glanced back at you.

 “Why is it you always hide in the air ducts?” You whispered back as you sat criss-crossed beside him. You peared down ad could see Thor and Cap sitting on the couch, both looking confused as Tony and Bruce tried explaining something to them with a giant board for a visual aid. Wanda sat in a chair in a corner trying to read between spurts of laughter at Thor and Steve’s faces.

 “I like the quiet.” He answered. You gave a nod and continued spying on the team with your mentor. “Who sent you?” He asked quietly. When you looked over to respond you noticed his bow and quiver sitting beside him.

 “Nat sent me, what is that?”

 He looked at you like you had four heads. “My bow.”

 “No,” You huffed, realizing you had misspoken. “I mean why is that up here?”

 “Come on, rule one, kid.” He smirked. “Never go anywhere unprepared.”

 “Yeah but the vents?” You squinted and leaned against the wall.

 He shrugged and peered back down at his team mates. “Ya never know. You got your blades?”

 You chuckled and grinned. “Always.” You touched your sleve where you kept one of them hidden. Your time with the Avengers had just started, you had only been recruited last week. Clint was responsible for you since you two were of a similar skill set. He was, technically, more accurate than you but you were pretty sure the test Tony had put together was rigged.

 Of course, throwing knives wasn’t your only specialty. You had the ability to magnify your sight, ensuring the you always hit your target. Tony had taken it upon himself to dub you “Skope” and the rest of the team was taking to it pretty quickly.

 “What are they talking about?” You asked as Tony and Thor got into an argument.

 “You.” Clint chuckled.

 You whipped your head to Clint, confused. “Me, why?”

 “Tony is trying to explain to them how he thinks you got your super sight.”

 “Oh?” You looked down and zoomed in on the board. There was a large picture of an eye with all of the working parts labled. “And whats the running theory?” You asked as you refocused inside the vents.

 “Genetic mutation.”

 “What?” Your brows furrowed.

 “Means you were born with it. There’s a whole school for kids like you. I’ll take you there sometime.”

 “I was, born with it, I mean.”

 “So,” He shrugged. He picked up his bow and readied an arrow. “I really don’t see why it matters. You’re here, you help and you don’t have the ability to walk through walls or read minds. It’s a win for everybody.”

 He pulled back the string to the side of his face and took in a deep breath. On his exhale, the arrow vanished and bounced around the common room untill it finally landed at Tony’s feet. Steve hid behind his shield and Thor summoned his hammer.

 “Very funny Barton!” Tony shouted and looked around the room. “There will be reprocussions.”

 Clint chuckled quietly to himself. He had hoped his little stunt would have made you laugh too but it didn’t. You stared down at the team below with your lips drawn down.

 “Come on,” Clint elbowed you and you composed yourself. “That was funny. You should be laughing.”

 “Yeah, it was. I just- sometimes I feel like I don’t quite fit in, yet.” You confessed.

 Clint sighed and handed you the bow. “I’m not gonna sugar coat it, You don’t. But you haven’t been here very long so I’m sure that will change.”

 “But what if it doesn’t.” You asked as he handed you an arrow. You prepped the bow and pulled back on the string.

 “Then we’ll kick you out.” He smirked. You whipped your head to him and the string slipped from your fingertips, sending the bow soaring straight into a wall in the common room.

 Clint grabbed the bow and pushed you back againt the wall of the air duct. Both you and Clint sat flush with the walls, and it was clear that he was trying to make sure that the two of you wouldn’t be spotted. You glanced out the vent and saw Tony and Thor looking up in your direction.

 “I was joking.” Clint explained. “We wouldn’t kick you out. You’ll find your place here, I promise. Besides, Nat loves you so you’re pretty much stuck here.”

 “Sorry.” You mumbled.

 “It’s fine. I think our cover is blown, though. We should probably head down stairs.”

 “Probably.” You gave a tight smile and inhaled. Going down stairs meant having to crawl back through the vents. “I don’t really wanna crawl back through, though.”

 “Tough luck, kid. I’m not giving away my favorite hiding spot because you’ve got claustrophobia.” Clint smirked. “Not to mention, you’re the smallest one here your gonna be doing things like this a lot, now. Might as well get used to it.”

 "Wonderful.“ You mumbled.

Break Free

The Storybook: Rapunzel

Characters: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 8321 words

Sweat was trickling down his neck, covering his whole body, making him feel sticky in the stuffy air of his room as he kept his eyes on the mirror in front of him, analyzing his own movements to the music coming from the speakers of his little stereo.

The way his muscles contracted to the beat, the way he danced so fluidly that it felt like he moved automatically without even having to think about it, with nothing but the melody resonating from the speakers in his head- it was almost art.

He felt it inside of him, the need to move to the rhythm, to let it all out and dance until the exhaustion overcame him, making his muscles scream and his lungs beg for air.

It wasn’t seconds after he had stopped the music to take a sip of water, panting and wiping the sweat off of his face with a towel, when he heard her yelling his name.

“Hoseok, where are you?”

Shit, she was home.

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Onion Gang (Rewrite)

Steven finds out that Onion has been collecting corrupted gems and gem mutants as friends. He takes really good care of them but trouble starts when the mutants begin to follow Onion around town. The critters are moderately harmless. They disrupt boardwalk business and even frighten a few citizens. Onion enlists Steven to help him gather up his new friends. Things quickly spiral out of control when Squash, a 8 foot tall, three-eyed, maroon-colored corruption, goes on a rampage when he sees Steven accidentally brandishes his shield.

Onion tries to sooth Squash, but she is blinded by rage. Squash then begins to attack Steven, chasing him and Onion down the Boardwalk. At that moment, Amethyst and Pearl are walking down towards the boardwalk. Pearl talks to Amethyst about needing to find Steven so they can go investigate reports about Gem corruptions in Beach City. Amethyst then comments that she’s more concerned about getting her Bits from the Fry Shop than a bunch of pesky mutants. Steven and Onion then run past the two Gems, followed by Squash.

Amethyst and Pearl then land in front of Squash and summon their weapons. Squash steps back, seeming to back off. However, Squash releases a loud scream that shatters nearby glass and makes Onion’s corruption friends enraged as well. Amethyst, Pearl, and Steven then enter a fight with the mutants and corruptions. Onion looks on in horror as Pearl and Amethyst poof his gang. Pearl and Amethyst then target Squash. Onion tries to get in the way of the Gems but Steven grabs him, explaining that she is dangerous this is the only way we can help her right now.

 Onion then elbows Steven in the eye so he can run and protect Squash. Pearl exclaims that it’s time to end this. Amethyst nods before spin dashing around Squash, entangling her with a whip. Pearl then dashes to Squash to deliver the final blow. Onion leaps in front of Squash at the last second. Squash regains her senses briefly enough to notice Onion and knock him out the way. Onion looks at Squash with tears in his eyes as she was poofed. 

Onion then rushes to the fallen corruption and grasps her amalgamated gem. Steven comforts Onion recounting briefly about how Squash was once a person and now she’s sick. It’s up to the Gems to find a way to keep them safe until they can fix them. Steven then bubbles Squash’s gem. Together he and Onion send Squash back to the Temple. The episode then ends with Steven, Amethyst, Pearl, and Onion walking away. The star wipe then closes in on Onion as a gem mutation of 2 hands crawls on to Onion’s back and Onion hides it under his shirt.