fair dust

Fairy dust- pt. 2


Request: hello! if requests are still open, I’d like another fairy!reader where she’s also an Avenger with another power (you can choose) and one of her wings gets hurt during a mission and she’s really sad and depressed bc she can’t fly until it’s healed and her fairy dust isn’t bright and beautiful, it’s nearly disappeared bc of how sad she is and Bucky freaks out when it happens and helps her through it? 😭😭😭❤️ i loved your last fairy!reader fic! sorry this is long, haha

Warnings: swearing

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor

Read the first part: X

Originally posted by gliceria

   The team knew what a hostile mission this was before even stepping out of the Avenjet, they knew how many agents had surrounded their ship and still they were so I’ll prepared for the battle. Hundreds of agents attempted to battle the mighty avengers and it looked as though they were doing a damn good job, kicking everyone’s ass as they tried to fight back. There was one person who seemed to be knocking agents down easier than the others, (Y/N).

    Bucky learned that with being a fairy there were other perks such as the use of most magic, which just so happened to be (Y/N)’s choice if weapon at the moment. Wisps of bright, power fell from their fingertips as agent after agent swarmed around the creature, nearly engulfing them in a stampede but Bucky knew they could hold their own- they may have been small and dainty looking but they were far from it. Even with their gentle nature and soft language Bucky knew what that little fairy was capable of. 

   With a proud smirk Bucky watches as all the agents within the near vicinity of (Y/N) are thrown backwards, (Y/N)’s powers pushing the men back so harshly Bucky doubted they’d be able to recover. Even panting, their body quivering from the effort of fighting (Y/N) turns their head to give Bucky a smile, letting their guard down for a split second. Bucky smiles back until his eyes train in on the human being a few yards away from (Y/N), a gun aimed directly at their head.

    “(Y/N)!” Bucky yelled as he charged for them, not even giving them time to react before he was pulling them to his chest as the two hit the ground, just barely managing to miss the bullet…or so he thought. 

   Small whimpers of pain left (Y/N)’s lips as they shifted uncomfortably in Bucky’s hold, their eyes screwed up in obvious discomfort. 

    “Bucky-” (Y/N) pants, groaning softly at the pain coursing their back. “My wing-" 

    "Shit,” Bucky whispers as he quickly relinquishes his hold on (Y/N), allowing them to attempt to sit up. With a yell of pain they slump back down against Bucky’s chest, their entire body shaking in pain now. 

   "Oh my god, what’s wrong? What happened?“ Bucky asks frantically, his mind already going a million different directions. 

    "My- My wing,” (Y/N) whispers, biting their lip as tears cloud their eyes. “I- I broke one-” Bucky stares at (Y/N) for a moment before shifting himself just enough do that he could get a good look at (Y/N)’s wings. Bucky winced as he took in the sight, the leathery interior of the wing had been shot, leaving a hold in the top of the sparkly skin but the bones attaching the wings to (Y/N)’s back looked severely broken, the small bones poking out at odd angels.

    “Shit doll,” Bucky mutters, making sure not to touch (Y/N)’s back. (Y/N) continued their whimpers of pain, slumped against Bucky as though they could barely hold their own weight up. “We gotta get you out of here,” Bucky mutters, glancing around at all the agents still swarming the Avengers. 

   “But- But the agents,” (Y/N) groans in pain as Bucky shifts only a little causing (Y/N)’s body to move just slightly. 

    “The agents aren’t important right now,” Bucky whispered, biting his lip as he thought of someway to get (Y/N) out of here with as little pain as possible. “Bruce is still in the Jet, he can patch you up,” 

   “Bucky, I can’t- I can’t do it,” 

   “(Y/N), you just can’t sit here, vulnerable and in pain, got it?” (Y/N) looked at Bucky meekly, their eyes swimming with tears. “I’m gonna carry you to the jet real nice and easy, okay?” (Y/N) stares at Bucky for only a moment longer before nodding their head, wrapping their arms around Bucky’s neck tightly. “This is gonna hurt a bit,” Bucky whispered in their ear as he pushed up from the ground using one arm, the other wrapped around (Y/N)’s lower back. 

   “ow, ow, ow, ow, oh god,” (Y/N) mutters, their nails digging into the skin of Bucky’s neck as he finally stands, wrapping his other hand around (Y/N)’s waist. 

   “It’s okay doll,” Bucky whispered, hoping his soft tone would soothe them a bit. “It’s okay, the jet’s not too far away from here,” (Y/N) merely whimpers, burying their face against Bucky’s neck to silence their cries. Bucky bit his lip once more as he took a tentative step towards the jet, or at least the direction the jet had landed in. Small whimpers and groans fell from (Y/N)’s lips with each step he took, nearly breaking his heart as they did. 

   The walk had been short but it’d been excruciating, for both (Y/N) and Bucky. Having to listen to (Y/N)’s cries with each step was one of the hardest things Bucky ever had to do and goddamn it he couldn’t stand to see them in pain. Thank god he reached the jet quicker than he expected, he didn’t know how much longer he could take of (Y/N)’s sobbing. 

   “Bruce!” Bucky called as he gingerly set (Y/N) on one of the prep tables, his heart aching as (Y/N) sobbed softly. “Bruce we need help!” Bruce rushed into the room, his eyes wide as he searched Bucky’s face. “It’s (Y/N)’s wing, it’s- it’s pretty broken,” Bruce relaxes slightly, rolling his shoulders back and releasing a small breath. 

   “I’ll take a look,” Bruce replied coolly, already walking across to the table to inspect (Y/N)’s back. Bruce makes no noise, just simply studies (Y/N)’s wings as they whimper and sniffle softly, rubbing at their eyes like a child. Finally Bruce stepped away from (Y/N), making his way towards a small cabinet they kept on board for injuries and such. “The skin will heal itself in time but the bones will not, I can make them a cast right now,” 

   “Yes- yes please,’ (Y/N) whispers, a small sheen of sweat breaking out across their forehead. Bruce nods, grabbing the needed materials before pulling a chair up beside the table. 

   “Now, this will hurt, your wings are very fragile and the damage to them is extensive but I’ll be done in no time,” Bruce smiled at (Y/N) sweetly, only soothing their nerves slightly. With a scared look in their puffy eyes (Y/N) looked up to Bucky, their lip quivering as they did. 

   “It’s okay (Y/N),” Bucky gives them a little smile as he reaches up to run his hand along their forehead, wiping away their sweat. (Y/N) whimpers softly, biting their lip as Bruce gently probed at the bones, his fingers gingerly running along the misshapen lumps. 

   “Are you ready?” Bruce asks, grabbing a roll of medical tape to begin with. (Y/N) eyed the tape warily but nonetheless sighed, nodding their head. Before Bruce could even lay a finger on (Y/N) Bucky knew that this was going to end in tears and screaming and there was going to be nothing he could do about it. 

   (Y/N) curled against Bucky’s side in exhaustion, thoroughly wiped out from the days activities. Bucky had been right about the tears and screaming, he was pretty sure everyone in a ten mile radius heard (Y/N)’s screams of pain as Bruce aligned the bones once again but now it was over and (Y/N) was safe, curled against Bucky as they slept soundly. With a small smile Bucky tilts his head just enough to press a kiss to (Y/N)’s forehead, ignoring the lingering saltiness from their previous sweat. 

   “Sleep well (Y/N),” Bucky whispered and it may have just been the lighting but Bucky could’ve sworn that (Y/N) smiled, even if it was just a quick quirk of their lip. 

    “I’m not hungry,” (Y/N) stated for the third morning in a row, their words flat and emotionless. Bucky bit his lip as he looked at (Y/N)’s form, racked with exhaustion, gaunt, almost sickly looking. Bucky hadn’t seen them eat in days and all they were doing was sleeping, laying in bed for hours on end, only getting up to take a freezing shower and go to the bathroom. 

   “(Y/N), when have you ever turned down waffles?” Bucky asks, his concern piquing when (Y/N) merely shrugged their shoulders. 

   “Today I guess,” Bucky rose from his seat, gingerly grasping (Y/N)’s upper arms in his hands. 

   “(Y/N), what’s wrong? You haven’t been eating, you’ve been sleeping for hours on end- I’m getting really scared doll,” (Y/N) sighs, biting their lip as they avert their gaze to the floor, hanging their head in shame; they never did like having people worrying about them. 

   “My fairy dust has stopped,” (Y/N) whispers so quietly that Bucky can only make out the last word. 

   “What?” Bucky asks, tilting his head in confusion. 

   “My fairy dust has stopped,” (Y/N) repeats slightly louder, but still not loud enough. 

   “I can’t understand you doll-” 

  “My fair dust has stopped!” (Y/N) snaps, a look of immediate guilt overtaking their features afterwards. “I’m so sorry Bucky, I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me-’ But Bucky wasn’t paying an attention to their apology, too focused on their previous words. 

   “What do you mean you fairy dust has stopped?” (Y/N) closes their mouth as they no doubt go to state another apology, their lips pursing a bit as well. 

   “Um- well- sometimes when a fairy gets depressed their fairy dust can stop working, lose it’s shine, or just stop all together,” (Y/N) demonstrates by showing the small trickle of fairy dust that falls from their fingertips, the far less shiny particles drifting to the ground limply. “See?” Bucky hums, biting down on his thumb as he watched the dust collect on the ground. 

   “Are you depressed because of your wing?” Bucky asks, a sudden idea coming to his mind. 

   “Yeah-” (Y/N) sighs, nodding their head. “I miss flying is all,” Bucky smirks a bit as his idea begins to take form, quickly coming together in his head. 

   “Step up on the counter,” Bucky states rather quickly, a smile overtaking his features. (Y/N) gives him a small confused look, their brow scrunching up just a bit. 


   “C’mon,’ Buck offers his hand to help (Y/N) up onto the granite table top. “Just trust me,” (Y/N) eyes him warily before gingerly taking his hand, allowing him to lift them onto the counter with ease. “Okay, now I want you to put your legs on my shoulders,” 

   “Wait, what-” 

   “Just do it,” Bucky smiles at them, turning his back as he waited for them to do as he instructed. (Y/N) sighs softly, hesitantly resting their legs on Bucky’s shoulders, their hands grabbing at his forehead to stay on properly. 

   “What’s the point to this?” (Y/N) asks and although their tone was still sad it was a bit brighter than it had been a few minutes ago. 

   “I’m walking you around the tower, that’s the point,” Bucky smirks as he takes a few steps towards the living room, his heart fluttering in his chest when (Y/N) nearly squealed in shock and surprise. 

  “No, I’m gonna fall off,” (Y/N) smiles as they grip onto Bucky, praying they didn’t fall off. Bucky smiled as he reached up to rest his hands on (Y/N)’s legs, keeping them against his shoulders. 

   “I’ve got you, don’t worry,” Bucky smiles, increasing his steps just a bit. 

   “Bucky we’re gonna fall together, that’s how my wing was injured in the first place,” Bucky smiled, completely ignoring (Y/N)’s statement as he continued on down the hall, nearly revealing in the laughter that bubbled from (Y/N)’s lips. 

   “Bucky!” (Y/N) yelled, squealing as Bucky bounded down the stairs, knowing he could very easily support (Y/N)’s body on top of him. “You’re gonna kill us!” But Bucky merely smiles, taking off down the next hall, and the next, and the next, too absorbed in (Y/N)’s laughter to care about much else. 

   The two ran up and down the halls like that for god knows how long, laughing and joking with each other and neither one of them noticed when little sparkling particles fell to the floor, (Y/N)’s fairy dust having returned to it’s brightest shine. 

~Extended Ending~

   Tony looked up from his work to see Bucky run by his lab, nearly cackling as (Y/N) perched atop his shoulders, gripping onto him for support as he carried them up and down the halls. 

   “What the hell-” Tony asks, his sentence cutting off short when the two ran by again, little sparkles of fairy dust trailing behind the two. Tony stares at them for only a moment longer before scoffing, a smile rising to his lips as he turned back to his work. 

   Well, who knew what a little bit of fairy dust could do to the both of them. 

The Missing Piece (Part 9)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2395
Warnings: none really, mentions of pregnancy I guess if that’s a warning??

Summary: You are a SHIELD Agent working undercover in Belgrade, Serbia when a run in with Bucky Barnes changes your future.

A/N: There’s a time jump so I want to make sure everyone knows the timeline, the 2nd part of the fic takes place in November 2016 gif not mine (x) Tags are open! :)

The world stood still as your mouth hung open, staring down at the pink plus sign, every emotion running through your body at once; shock, fear, glee. You felt relieved discovering an explanation for the way you’d been feeling over the last 6 weeks. You were on birth control, well when you remembered to take it, missing your doses frequently thanks to a combination of forgetfulness and pure exhaustion from the mission.

You called out of work the next day, telling Director Singh he should take a look at your car in the lot if he had any issue with your absence. Your train of thought raced furiously around your head all day as you scrambled for a plan. If you kept the baby you would absolutely incite more rumors at work and you were already at your breaking point. Keep the baby? Get rid of the baby? Your baby. Bucky’s baby. You cried mixed tears of joy and sorrow.

Bucky was out there, somewhere in this big world, and you hoped he was safe and happy. Sometimes you imagined him being settled in somewhere, that the necklace got him enough money to do so. You pictured him living near a small fishing port in The Netherlands or perhaps he’s on a hillside in Greece, overlooking the breathtaking blue/green waters of the Aegean Sea. You hated the idea of him always being on the run. His mind was never at rest, constantly wrestling with his past. You just wanted him to find peace, he deserved it. He was out there, at peace in your mind, while you were here carrying the baby he would never know existed.

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May it Always Stay True (L x Reader)

So I thought I’d post an L x Reader fic this time! This one I had gotten inspiration from the song Gaeta’s Lament from the series Battlestar Galactica. It is sung by Alessandro Juliani who is the English dubbed voice of L. Me being the L fangirl I am pictured him serenading this to me as I fall asleep. Hope you guys do too! I highly recommend you listen to the song while reading.



L looked below at the figure in his arms. She looked up at him with a tired smile and her eyes only half open. He smiled back at her and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her head.

“I told you to call me by my real name,” He whispered into her hair, which lightly tickled his face when she shook her head.

“And I told you that while I appreciate you putting your trust in me,” she replied with a small yawn. “This isn’t even something you’re letting Watari do. So, I’m not taking any chances.”

Knowing how stubborn she was, but also highly appreciating her not wanting to do anything to risk his safety, he let it go with a tiny chuckle and kissed her head once again as he stroked her back comfortingly.

“Well, what is it you want, my sweet?” He urged her to continue with what she had to say.

“I want you to sing to me,”

“Sing?” He inquired.

He felt her cheek move against his bare chest when she nodded slightly before releasing another yawn.

“I’ve heard you sing to yourself a few times,” she explained. “You have a very nice voice. Do you think you can sing to me as I fall asleep?”

“I’ve never really sang in front of other people before,” he told her. “It’s always just been something I did as a way to kill time.”

She stared up at him and, once again, gave him an adorable sleepy smile. This time, however, she opened her eyes a bit in order to give him a pleading stare that could rival a puppy’s.

“Please baby,” she beckoned, now adding a small pout into the mix. “It’ll only be for a short while. Just until I sleep.”

Again, there was no point in disagreeing with her. Especially when she made herself so irresistible. As a sort of payment, L lifted her face with his index finger and thumb tucked under her chin and placed a short, but deep, kiss onto her lips.

“Very well then, my sweet,” he said once he released her. “If that’s what you want, then who am I to deny you?”

Her smile grew as she gave his waist an affectionate squeeze and pecked his torso to show her gratitude.

“What is it you want me to sing?” He asked, stroking the strands of her hair.

“Doesn’t matter,” she replied softly. “Just something to soothe me.”

L placed a finger on his bottom lip whilst thinking of the proper song for her request. Shortly after, he came up with a particular one in mind. It was a song he had known for years and was one of his personal favorites. And with its lyrical content, it fit the situation at hand perfectly.

“Alone she sleeps,” He began his serenade in a tender voice that she immediately found pleasing to her ears.

In the shirt of man.

With my three wishes clutched in her hand…”

He resumed his stroking of her hair as he continued with his ballad.

“The first that she be spared the pain

That comes from a dark and laughing rain…”

Her eyes were now completely closed, and her breath became a lot more at ease.

When she finds love,

May it always stay true.

This I beg for the second wish I made too…”

Her arms around his waist had begun to loosen their grip. This gave him the opportunity to be released from her embrace. He was now lying right next to her, giving himself a good view of her slowly drifting off. He cradled her cheek with his hand which made the ends of her lips turn up slightly from his loving touch. Knowing she was on the verge of deep slumber, L carried on with the last of his melody.

But wish no more,

My life you can take.

To have her please, just one day wake.

To have her please, just one day wake.

To have her please, just one day wake.”

She was finally fast asleep. He leaned over, placed one last kiss on her forehead, and shielded her body with the comforter before reluctantly getting off the bed. After he put back on his clothes, he made his way downstairs.

L was back to his usual crouched position with his eyes glued to a computer screen. Even though this scene was not supposed to feel out of the ordinary for him, it felt like something was missing. He knew exactly what that something was. Nevertheless, this was the first time in a long while that either of them had gotten any decent rest. He wasn’t going to take that away from her, no matter how lonely it felt without her presence.

He attempted to console himself by remembering that she was merely upstairs. This only made things worse, however, since this gave him the temptation of wanting to join her and put off his work, despite there still being plenty he needed to do for this case. For the first time in his life, he was not thinking straight.

“Ryuzaki,” A familiar elder voice broke him out of his thoughts.

L turned his chair around so that he was greeted with the sight of Watari rolling him a cart full of assorted sweets.

“Thank you very much,” He casually stated, followed by seemingly going back to looking at what was on the screen.

The old man stood by and gave a small look around of the room.

“Is she not joining you tonight?” He asked when he was finished with his examination.

“She’s upstairs sleeping,” L plainly stated with his eyes remaining on the monitor.

“Well, that’s certainly something I wasn’t expecting either of you to do anytime soon,” Watari chuckled. “Shouldn’t you be accompanying her?”

“There’s still a copious amount of work that needs to be done for this case. For one thing, there is the evidence we have that should be looked over, tapes that have to be watched— “

“Ryuzaki,” Watari broke off the younger man’s rant by placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’ve gone through all of this with strenuous attention. You don’t have to go to sleep, but please go to her. Lie with her.”

“There’s still work to be done…” L repeated in a mumble, his only viable excuse to stay.

“I can take over from here,” Watari offered with a small warm smile hidden underneath his mustache. “I think I’m more than qualified to do so. After all, aren’t I the one who taught you everything you know?”

L ran a hand through his dark messy hair and freed a heavy sigh. Finally, he looked up at the man in front of him. The one that’s ever come close to being a father figure to him. Surely he’d have some idea of what all he was feeling exactly meant.

“Watari,” he began. “I love her. I love her very much.”

“I am aware of this son. Although you’ve managed to keep it hidden from everyone else, I was able to spot the clues. Such as how you’d sneak a glance at her occasionally, even when you didn’t intend to do so. How she appears to be the only one who possesses the capability to make a genuine smile appear on your face. And of course, all those times you’d let at least a finger linger on her whenever your hands would accidentally touch.”

“Hmm yes, I guess those would be good examples in showing my feelings for her, wouldn’t it?” L agreed as he placed himself in deep thought for an umpteenth time that night with his thumb over his bottom lip.

“Have you told her how you feel?”

“She knows. I confessed to her earlier tonight before we…”

Watari gave another amused chuckle as he saw a fair shade of pink dust the cheeks of the younger man and watched him timidly look away.

“She reciprocates these feelings then,” The elder man stated.

“Yes,” L whispered. A little smile formed on his face, remembering her saying how she loved him too. Although he had deduced that there had been an 80% chance she shared the same feelings, he couldn’t help but worry how her reaction would be when he had confessed. It was this, along with other actions and thoughts that were completely out of character for him, that had him worried.

“Watari,” he commenced with his question. “Since I’ve never really felt this way about anyone before, it has been leaving me to wonder: Does being in love make you weak?”

Watari grabbed a nearby chair and placed himself in it so that he was on eye level with L. And so he couldn’t have any other choice but to focus on what he had to say, Watari placed a firm hand on each of his shoulders. Trapping him somewhat.

“Absolutely not,” He started. “If anything, it can make you stronger. It can make you think you can do anything you set your mind to.”

“Does it?” L interrupted with the subtle blush returning to his face. “Because it feels as though I can’t think properly and that I’m impulsively letting my guard down.”

“That’s having love enter you,” Watari explained. “You’re having this person see your true vulnerable self, letting her tear down your walls. Because you know she is someone you can place your whole trust in. You feel you can be your honest self around her since a part of you knows that she is someone who won’t take advantage of what you share. And as you continue to do this, you will know that she is the one for you when you wrap your existence around her. It’s all very frightening, yes, but you have always been one to take risks. And love is definitely something that’s worth the trouble.”

“I’m still having a bit of a dilemma finding sense in what it’s all doing to me- “

“Who said love made any sense my boy? It’s not exactly something you can logic your way into or out of. It is an unpredictable and irrational mess that anyone can get into. Which is why I beg you to be a madman and go love her. Love her against reason and against all discouragement that could be.”

L managed to look away from his intense stare and at the tiled floor. After a short amount of time, he looked back and gave a tiny nod. Wordlessly, he took Watari’s hands off him, got himself up from his seat, and made his way back upstairs. He stopped himself at the top and, without looking back, he muttered,

“Thank you for your help, Watari.”

She fluttered her eyes open and took into view the unfamiliar room she was in. She rubbed her eyes and groaned whilst slowly coming out of her sleepy daze. Before she could stretch any further, however, she felt something tighten around her waist. She turned her head and smiled at the handsome pale face that had made itself at home in the crook of her neck.

“You came back,” She whispered lovingly. She turned her head back in order to watch her fingers intertwine with his.

“I couldn’t stay away,” He softly spoke into her ear before placing a warm kiss on her cheek, commencing with leaving a trail of them on her neck. This resulted in her quietly moaning and having him hold her much tighter.

“Did you sleep well?” He carried on.

“Mm hmm,” She mumbled.


She then turned herself fully around so they faced each other. She gave him a smile and lazily began to play with his dark mane. He beamed right back at her, loving the feel of her touch.

“Ryuzaki,” she said. “Last night was just…it was amazing.”

His smile grew a little at this. He took hold of the hand in his hair, gave it a kiss, then pulled her much closer to him. If that was even possible.

“It was pretty incredible, wasn’t it?” He replied.

“And please don’t worry,” she assured. “I promise not to mention anything you told me to anyone.”

“I know you won’t. Otherwise I’d have to kill you.” He teased.

She rolled her eyes and playfully scoffed at him. “I feel like you’re only half-joking about that,”

He simply shrugged and gave her a mischievous smirk. She answered with a shake of her head and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. She placed her head on his shoulder. One of his arms was draped around her waist while his chin sat on top of her head, his fingers idly combing her locks.

“Can I promise you something too, my love?” He breathed out, breaking the relaxing silence.

“Yes?” She responded, somewhat unsure.

He lifted her off his shoulder and looked deep into her eyes. She did the same, gazing straight into his big dark grey orbs. He took his hands and cupped her face. One of his thumbs made small circles against her cheek. She took her own hands and placed them over his.

“I vow to stay true to you no matter what,” He told her. “You will always be the only one I 100% trust.” He paused to give an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

“I wish for nothing more than to have you take all that I am,” He resumed. “My life belongs to you and no one else. So long as you desire to have it.”

Her eyes began to water as a smile spread across her face. He used his thumb to wipe away a tear that managed to escape. She released a small emotional chuckle at his gentleness.

“And my life is yours to have as well,” She talked in a low voice, wanting to avoid the sound of it breaking.

They shared one more passionate kiss before going back to holding on to one another.

Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man

With my three wishes clutched in her hand

The first that she be spared the pain

That comes from a dark and laughing rain

When she finds love may it always stay true

This I beg for the second wish I made too

But wish no more

My life you can take

To have her please just one day wake

To have her please just one day wake

To have her please just one day wake

To have her please just one day wake

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Tonight You Belong to Me [Napoleon Solo x Reader]

Author’s Note: Finally wrote something for Man from UNCLE! Been wanting to for ages but just never had any ideas. This specific cover of “Tonight You Belong to Me” is what inspired this, and I listened to it on repeat while writing this (I made sure this song would fit in the timeline lol don’t worry, which it did… original was released in 1926). I’m not entirely sure if this makes sense, especially toward the end, as I’m getting really tired now, but hopefully it does and hopefully you like it! Illya is next muahaha. 

Word Count: 1,699

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NCT 127 Hyung Line Halloween Insert

Y/n = Your Name
Y/f/n = Your Friend’s Name
O/f/n = Other Friend’s Name

Fall…A season filled with pumpkins, sweaters, colorful foliage, cool weather, and most importantly Halloween. You wandered up and down the aisles of a pop up Halloween store trying to find a costume for a party your friends were throwing. You huffed and pulled out your phone and called one of your friends. “(Y/f/n) I can’t find a costume… They all either suck, are too expensive, or are too exposing…What should I do?” You asked them. “Oh come on y/n! Don’t be so negative! You’ll find something! You’re probably looking in the wrong place…” Your friend said with a light laugh on the other line. You glanced around “Really y/f/n? I’m in a Halloween store… How could I be in the wrong place?” You asked unamused. Your friend laughed, “Try another store silly! I have to go, the party is in a mere matter of hours and o/f/n and I need to finish decorating.” Your friend said. You sighed before bidding them goodbye and hanging up. Maybe they were right… Maybe you were in the wrong place. You left the store and got in your car, you looked up nearby Halloween stores, and chose one that looked promising. “Hopefully they’ll have something… otherwise I don’t know what I’m going to do…” you muttered to yourself before driving off towards the store.

After driving for a bit you finally pulled into a parking lot in front of a sizable Halloween store. You took your key out of the ignition and grabbed your purse before getting out of your car and locking it before walking into the store. After entering, you were no less than amazed, not only did the store have tons of aisles packed with costumes and props, but there was a whole other floor of more costumes. This place had to have something. You wandered up and down the aisles, surveying the vast selection before you. After you had spent a solid forty-five minutes looking around the store, you had found several options; a witch, a secret agent, an angel, or a Greek goddess. You looked at each costume and weighed the pros and cons of each before finally deciding on the Greek Goddess. You placed the other costumes back in their respective places, and headed to the prop and accessory aisles. You had completely fallen in love with the costume and you wanted to go all out now that you found something that worked. You picked up a gold olive leaf crown, some fake gold costume jewelry and you decided to splurge a bit and purchase a pair of gladiator sandals to complete the look. Elated with your purchases, you rushed back to your apartment on your college campus to get ready and tie everything about the look together.

“There, that’s it…” you smiled as you observed your reflection in your bathroom mirror. You had pinned the frontward locks of your hair back and loosely curled the rest in an elegant way that made it appear as if your hair just simply blossomed from beneath the gold olive leaf crown. Your makeup was simple but elegant with gold eyeshadow dusting your lids, a bit of blush and a fair amount of highlighter dusted across your cheeks and a rosy-gold lip color painted across your lips. You smiled to yourself before exiting your bathroom to change into your costume. You slipped into the silky, flowy, white Grecian dress. You looked in the floor length mirror you had in your room, giving yourself a little spin before clipping a gold belt around your waist, and slipping on the gold armbands and other costume jewelry you had bought. Lastly you sat down on your bed and got to work on lacing up the knee high gladiator sandals. After you finished you stood up and headed to the mirror once again, you looked like a princess…well, a goddess actually. You smiled and grabbed a small gold clutch and tossed your phone and keys inside before heading out of your apartment, and heading to the party.

You couldn’t stop the gasp from leaving your mouth as you walked up to the fraternity house the party was being held in. One of your friends who had planned the party was close with some of the fraternity members and since they hadn’t been able to come up with a good idea for a party themselves, they saw no wrong in letting people use the house…as long as they could invite people too and it would be a shared party. Your friends and the fraternity members who had helped them went ALL OUT there were fog machines, decorations, orange black and purple lights, jack o lanterns, pumpkins, and what appeared to be black lights illuminating the inside of the house. “They really outdid themselves.” You thought as you walked up the front steps of the house. Upon opening the door you were immediately greeted by the sound of pumping music coming from the grand lounge space that was housing most of the party at the moment. A figure dressed as a the Grim Reaper was actively working a set of turntables and typing things into a laptop that was hooked up to the large speakers at the front of the room as people danced. You couldn’t tell who the person was due to the dark hood that was shrouding their face. Maybe you’d find out later… Your curiosity was peaking, and you decided to take this opportunity to explore the other areas of the house and see what else was going on. You soon found yourself standing in one of the entryways to the kitchen where three people were working as impromptu bartenders and mixing drinks, while a throng of people were gathered around two tables in the dining area of the large kitchen as people played beer pong and other drinking games. You rolled your eyes and continued walking, “typical frat boy behavior” you thought.

You soon found yourself in the backyard of the large fraternity house, where there were more activities such as; spin the bottle, truth or dare, and never have I ever. Not particularly wanting to join in on any of these you walked back into the house. “Y/n!” You heard being called out to you. You snapped your head in the direction of the voice, only to see your two friends approaching you. “Hey y/f/n! Hey o/f/n! This is amazing! You guys really outdid yourself!” You said. They smiled, “Good to see you’re having fun!” Y/f/n said before they and o/f/n walked off. Now that you had a good feel about what was going on around the house you decided you’d go and dance for a little bit. After walking into the grand lounge, you saw that the person dressed as the Grim Reaper had disappeared, they must’ve been creating a playlist before so they could actually have some fun around here. You smiled as one of your favorite songs came on, and you joined the crowd and danced to the catchy beat that played throughout the room. Suddenly as the song faded out and a new one began, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and pull you aside. You gasped as you came face to face with a guy a few inches taller than you, with a devious smirk adorning his face. “My my my, you certainly chose the perfect costume, because you’re a goddess among all the other girls here.” The guy drawled. You wrinkled your nose as the overwhelming smell of alcohol hit you as he spoke. “Come on cutie, how about you show me how the gods do it on Olympus huh?” He asked as he bit his lip and reached for your shoulder. You gulped, and glanced over his shoulder for a possible escape, but your thoughts were interrupted as a voice called out from behind you. “Hey! Leave her alone!” The voice said while pulling you from his lustful grasp. The guy glared and tsked before walking away dejected. You felt your heartbeat begin to slow back down to a normal pace now that you were no longer in a compromising situation. You turned around to thank the person who had saved you, and you were greeted by…

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Jaebum X Reader; Pop Singer AU!

Originally posted by jehbum

@sweetlittlequeer​ thank you so much for requesting! Here’s your scenario!

A/N: mentions of alcohol??? idk if i need to mention this tbh?? but yeah??

“Make sure you talk to people.”

“Manager Lee, I will. Don’t worry. I’m a sociable person.”

“You sure? Last time you choked under pressure when talking to those boys before.”

“O-Oh…you mean Namjoon and his group? I don’t think they’ll be there tonight…”

“Well, there is one group going, so you best make a good impression.”

“For what?”

“You’ll have to make a good idea of who you’ll be competing against in the charts.”

A wink that made you shake in your boots. On stage you’re a confident tiger, using your training to the best of your ability to capture the audience’s happiness in a single show. But off stage you were like a small kitten, not that sociable and quite reserved. The last time you were at a party, you nearly made a fool of yourself when you were talking to Namjoon and his group, but you quickly gained your composure back to talk to them again. Never. Again. Your favourite dress was on you, along with a matching pair of shoes, along with a cute clutch bag that was slung on your shoulder. You wished the elevator ride lasted longer, but no. A ding to indicate that they were on the correct floor, and another part of you died inside. And of course, nobody will know who you are. You were prepared for the normal questions like “oh, who are you?” “whats your name?” and stuff like that. Walking along the corridor, the sound of the music drew closer, and with each step, the butterflies multiplied and multiplied. Just as you were about to enter the room, your manager, Lee, pulled you to the side.

“Lee? Whats up?”

“I can tell you’re nervous. Just, try and have a good time. It doesn’t matter who knows you at first, just make sure you talk to a music group at least once. If you need me to start talking, that’s fine. I’ll be walking in with you anyways.”

“Thank you…I think I might need a drink.”

“Save the fainting for after the party.”

“Lee I won’t faint.”

“Those wobbly knees tell me otherwise.”

“Leeeeeeeee I won’t, I promise.”

Walking into the room felt like you were walking into the modern version of the Gatsby party….well…without the jazz band. Or the noticeably large pool in the middle of it, No, it just looked like a really fancy hotel suite, just large enough to hold around 300 guests for a party. Even though it only looked like 100 were there so far. As soon as you step in, you had a man walk in and greet you. He looked to be about 40 and so, and was wearing the brightest pants that you had ever seen. He was also wearing sunglasses. Indoors. 

“Ah, Y/n, L/n! It’s so nice to finally meet you, and your manager too!”

He seemed so pleasant and kind, for someone who was wearing sunglasses indoors. Maybe it’s because of the amount of reflective surfaces in this place, that he didn’t want to blind himself with his trousers. 

“Ah, Y/n, I don’ think you have met Jyp yet, have you?”

“N-No, I haven’t, but it’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”

You say, shaking his hand. Man, his hands were huge.

“Shes a good kid, a really good singer. If she wasn’t signed, I would have her signed to me straight away.”

“Ha ha, don’t push your luck, Park.”

You could cut the tension in the air with a knife. That’s how tense it was between your manager and the mr. JYP. You needed to get out of that area straight away, and fast.

“Uh…Lee? Is it alright if I leave you two…friends…to have a friendly discussion….?”

“Yeah, go get yourself a drink, you earned it.”

A quick thank you and you were out of that situation faster than your record company releasing other music for musicians. A sigh was let out as you walked over to the bar, inspecting all the liquor, spirits and cocktails that were displayed on the shelves and taps.

“What will it be for you?”

“Just a Jack and Coke, please.”

“Coming up.”

You take a look around at the people attending the event, and wonder how the hell these people got famous in the first place? You shake it off, waiting for your drink. You really took into mind what Lee said, you’re there to have fun, so have fun! At the corner of your eye, you see a small group of boys, too glamorous to be here. Damn, You could feel your cheeks have a light dusting of blush on them, and it wasn’t the blusher you put on either. Not looking back, you felt someone trying to burn a hole in the back of your head. dammit.

“That’s Y/n, I know it!”

“BamBam calm down for god sake.”

You could see the guy practically jumping up and down in the mirror behind the bar. Maybe you’ll have a little bit of hope with this guy?

“But she’s so cool! See! She’s not taking notice of anyone at this place. She’s got this cold demeanour about her, she’s so cool! Should I go up and say hi?”

A firm hand from a leader to the rapper, Jaebum. He sighed, looking to the girl at the bar.

“You can, I’m not.”

“What? Why not?”

“I don’t know her, you know her. Why don’t you get Mark to go—”

“Mark is having fun with Jackson and Yugyeom while they Nae-Nae at the back, just this once, please?”


One tug of his shirt, and the leader was already being dragged along the room to the bar, where they stayed a couple feet away from you, separated by one person. 

“You stay here, I’ll go say hi.”

“Yeah, sure.”

A tap. A tap scared you. For gods sake. You turn around, trying not to let out a yelp of cowardness, but yet again, you regain composure- again. A sigh, and a smile before you faced the person you were talking to.

“Oh, sorry, am I in your space…or are these your drinks?”

“No, no, it’s just…I’m a big fan of your dancing, and your singing. I’m BamBam.”

“Oh, I– wait, did you say…fan?”

A wave of happiness just overcame you, making your slightly embarrassed smirk into a genuine smile. 

“Nice to meet you BamBam. I think I’ve heard of you before as well…you’re in that group…I’m sorry I forgot the name.”


“That’s it! My friend is actually a pretty big fan of yours.”

“Really? That’s great! Can we take a picture together?”

“That would be nice.”

You leaned closer to him to be in the picture, and smiled with him. You took quite a few, with different faces in there too. You were actually enjoying yourself, what a good relief. As soon as you stop, you see another guy at the bar. he seemed displeased with everything going on at the event, cringing at what JYP was doing with Jackson in the background. Seems like crazy hour. You kind of…get stuck in a trance. He’s pretty handsome, whoever he is. You happen to notice that he was staring too, the blush was coming back. And…his cheeks had a fair dusting of blush too. That may of been the alcohol though. A smile spread on his face, giving you a wave too. You wave back, with BamBam noticing who you were waving to.


BamBam called over, with you gazing at the guy again, He lifted his head up and started to walk over. Oh god, Y/n don’t make a fool of yourself. 

“This is JB, hes our leader.”

“Ah, nice to meet you, JB.”

“You can just call me Jaebum. BamBam and Mark have mentioned you before,  but they didn’t tell me you were pretty.”

“Oh, thank you.”

A smile spread across your face, hiding it in your hand. Oh my god, you were actually having fun. A tap on your shoulder, and your drink was ready. 

“Thank you.”

“Hey, why don’t we sit down somewhere? I heard the balcony is beautiful at night.”

“Oh, sure. It was really nice to meet you BamBam. I’ll find you again to talk to you!”

You said, as you were whisked away from the area. BamBam was left in the dust by Jaebum, as he turned back to wink to him. A sour look spread across his face, but he laughed it off anyways. Walking over back to his group, he kept on looking outside to the balcony, looking to the two. 

“Huh? BamBam? What are you looking at? Is….is that Jaebum?”

“Hey Jinyoung eah, he’s talking to Y/n.”

“Really? I thought he didn’t know her.”

“That’s what I thought!”

“Maybe it’s good for him.”


You and Jaebum seemed to talk about everything and anything while you enjoyed the scenery of the city. It was so peaceful and serene, like a movie. 

“I guess you were right.”

“Yeah…wait about what?”

“The view is amazing.”

“Mine is better.”

You turn to him, a light dusting on your cheeks suddenly appeared, as you smile to him again. Jaebum was sweet with his words, even though he didn’t know who you were an hour before. It was like a movie you had watched the day before; two people are singers, and they meet each other at a party while talking outside. Fiction was replaying in reality, magical.

“Oh, it looks like I have to go…my manager is calling me. It was really nice talking to you, Jaebum.”

The way you said his name made him have shivers roll up and down his spine, a smile appearing on his face again. Before you could go back inside to find your manager, he stood up, holding your hand quickly. It seemed like those dustings of blush were heavier each time.

“How long will you be staying here?”

“Maybe another month…?”

“We should meet up.”

“Yeah, that would be nice. I really want to meet the other members of your–”

“On a date…?”

Yet another flurry of blush attacked your cheeks as you blinked, giving back one more smile. 

“That would be lovely.”

“Have you got a piece of paper?”

“Oh, no I don’t.”

“Then could I have your hand?”

“Huh? My–”

You could feel the ballpoint of the pen scribble across your hand, tickling each centimetre of your skin. Another smile creeped up on your face, with your eyes connecting with Jaebum’s. Bidding farewell on the way to the elevator, you also said goodbye to BamBam, which made him go ecstatic again with happiness. 

“Oh! Y/n! Come on, you have a radio interview in the morning, lets get you to your hotel.”


“Whats that on your hand?”

“Oh, its…nothing.”

A suspicious look came upon Lee’s face, with a sneaky smile coming out from yours. 

“So…did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

“I…guess you could say that I did.”

lajulie24  asked:

Okay, Luke/Wedge, Leia or Han gives Wedge some romantic advice. (They can give Luke advice too, or not, or one can advise each one, or whatever you want to do with it.)

In which advice is given, Wedge has insecurities (what’s new) and Luke gets into mischief, and Han and Leia try their hardest to get these two idiots together.

Also on ao3, because let me get my prompts organised early on this time :D

“Hobbie’s down on injury,” Wedge tells Leia, barely able to keep a groan of again out of his statement, “so we’ll be here for a couple of days before medical clears him. It’ll give High Command a chance to work out where they send us next.”

Leia refrains from pointing out that High Command have a list of destinations for the Rogues a mile long, planets in which their particular skills would be highly valued. That, and the fact that since yesterday’s meeting of High Command, Leia herself no longer has a say in military decisions – Mon is attempting to untangle the confused web of the Alliance’s upper echelons, separating out the soldiers from the politicians, as she moves it to a democratic republic.

“A couple of days rest time will do you good,” is what Leia does say. It would do them all good, frankly, but Leia at least has managed to claw a little time away with Han, a honeymoon of sorts, since Endor, and she’s almost certain Wedge hasn’t. They’d managed to get him to stop for a few hours on Endor, to join the celebrations, but even the next morning he’d been up working, sorting through duty rosters and taking on the duties of the squadron leaders who had died in the attack.

“It’ll do me bored,” Wedge replies. “Especially if you get your way and lock me out my office.”

“Now Wedge, why ever would you think I’d do that!” Leia bats her eyelashes at him, the picture of innocence, as if she has not, in fact, done exactly that in the past. “I’d lock you out the hangar too, if I had my way, but you and your pilots will be needed for patrol.”

“You’re no fun.”

“And you work too hard.” Leia stabs him in the chest with her finger before he can retort back that she does too. “I have Han – at least, when he isn’t off flying missions – and I’ve actually used some of the leave that we’re all due. Which is more than I can say for you.”

Wedge murmurs something Leia doesn’t quite catch, and runs a hand through the back of his hair, almost abashed.

“The war’s over, Wedge. We can all finally move on with our lives. Have things we couldn’t have before.”

It’s not like Leia doesn’t know that Wedge does want things. She saw the way his eyes tracked Luke at the celebration on Endor, gaze steady with desire. And she’s overheard a few of the Rogue’s drunken odes to Commander Skywalker, and well… Wedge isn’t being nearly as subtle as he thinks he is.

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The Dusters

~~Who sweeps across your book case, trailing sunlight, trailing dust? When all the lights are turned low, and children in their beds, the Dusters come a dancing and see what you have read.


anonymous asked:

Hi *-* can I have a scenario? Gaara spending his first Valentine's day with his girlfriend. He doesn't know the meaning of the day, but try his best to be romantic 💜 can you do the same with Sasuke? Thank yooou

Here you go anon! I think I just made it in time? I’m not really sure…well anyway I hope you enjoy these socially impaired dorks.

Happy Valentines Day!

~Mod Whipski

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anonymous asked:

prompt: free day gone wrong (for any ship you'd like)

SORRY this took so long, im back to finishing these prompts!

i used a random number generator for this and got Hunk/Keith which uhhh,,,i love me some heith, let’s give this a whirl (it started as a joke and turned kinda cute/romantic kill me)

“For the record, at least this isn’t as bad as the space mall.”

How is this any better than the space mall?” Keith retorted, kicking a rock away from their landing site…crash landing site.

“Dude, I was almost chained to a sink for life for taking a free sample. It wasn’t even a good free sample. It wasn’t even free!” Hunk exclaimed, appalled, tearing away pieces of metal to expose the pod’s engine systems.

“Hunk, we are literally marooned on a desert planet with a wrecked pod and no outgoing comm units.” Keith deadpanned.

“Yeah, but at least I’m here with you.” Hunk nodded and Keith was totally not prepared for the bright smile shot up at him.

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Letters from the Depths of Solitude. Texas Travels

Every day I am on my Texas exploration to learn something new. Nothing to compare my travels into the Texas oblivion covered with fair golden dust. A chain of surreal worlds that I would never be able to describe, but in their very indescribability, if I mention it here, now, I am sure, you’ll recognize everything as if you’ve been there. (And perhaps you’ve been there; perhaps you’ve never been to anywhere else!) If the earth was Texas, it would be an interesting planet. But the earth will not be Texas without being a billion of self-contained, self-assured, and self-accumulated Texases.

As a meanderer, I am of a gastronomic kind; it only makes sense to me to travel as long as I can not only or mainly hear different ways of speaking or observe buildings as to taste unbelievable foods. I visited an Italian restaurant–one of those Italian restaurants of Texas that look nothing like Italian restaurants anywhere else (as Italian restaurants should look everywhere but in Italy), and then ate something in a Korean-food truck on the street. The streets allow to eat outside this time of the year, after the sun fell down and settled beyond the horizon–but before it did, to eat outside, to walk, to do any kind of activity seems to be impossible, if this is not the activity of lying around and reading a book or skimming social media.

To correct myself, I think I am learning something new every single minute in Texas, not just every day. It takes a blink to wash out the world as I knew it before, and for a new blue world to appear in front of my eyes. The iron box, the “retired American flag drop-off,” with the inscription “Boy scout troop #262 sponsored by Knights of Columbus,” appeared amid the town of Gonzales to my startled gaze. It never occurred to me that you cannot simply discard a bleached or torn flag of the USA in this country by disposing it quietly to the trash can, but you need to follow, a good citizen, to the disciplinary practices that would bestow on the flag more honor than to a random dead cat. This box emerged to my eyes as but another civilizational envoy in several hundred feet from the Confederate square, adorned by pious “Daughters of Confederacy” with memorials to the Confederate dead, and then by some captain of infantry or other, a memorial to the daughters of Confederacy in their turn–“to the Women of the Confederacy,” to be precise, “whose hearts bled, whose hands healed. whose pride was crucified, yet who were never conquered by the bitterness of war nor the devastation of the reconstruction.” The latter memorial was dated as 1937, a year of supreme gloom in Russia. A couple of years back I was so naive as to look at the Confederate statues all over Texas with a blank stare as at the meaningless stone idols. Now they acquired for me the ominousness that they never lost for too many people in the USA.

The flowers surrounding every stone or metal bulk of the evidence that I did not dream of this, were so meaty and heavy, like flesh; as if they were fruits and not flowers. They rotted exuding putrid smell.

(Written on a stained pizza box.)

Oscar Wilde Anecdote #3

His mother, Lady Wilde, longed for a daughter, and cherished her third child Isola when she gave birth to her. Tragically, Isola Francesca died at the age of nine, and Lady Wilde never really recovered from the loss.
Oscar, who was close to his sister, was twelve at the time, and later wrote this incredibly beautiful poem, “Requiescat”, in her memory:

Tread lightly, she is near
Under the snow,
Speak gently, she can hear
The daisies grow.

All her bright golden hair
Tarnished with rust,
She that was young and fair
Fallen to dust.

Lily-like, white as snow,
She hardly knew
She was a woman, so
Sweetly she grew.

Coffin-board, heavy stone,
Lie on her breast,
I vex my heart alone,
She is at rest.

Peace, peace, she cannot hear
Lyre or sonnet,
All my life’s buried here,
Heap earth upon it.

Thank you, dear anon! Hope you think that this writing I did for your request is amazing as well.

Kuroo noticed the plush on his s/o’s bed before they could mention it. “Is that me?” He took a seat on his s/o’s bed, cross-legged, and picked it up curiously while they clutched a pillow to their chest. “Yeah.. I made it myself.”

The Nekoma captain observed the careful eye of detail that went into making the doll from the button eyes to the miniature jersey. He sat in his lap and smiled at his s/o. “It’s like this is my twin or something, haha. Why’d you make this little dude anyways?”

His s/o squeezed their pillow a little tighter, a blush blooming on their face. “I.. hold it before I fall asleep. Then I think of you and I can sleep easier.” Kuroo stared at his s/o before settling into a smile.

“You’re so cute, _____. Could you make me a plush of yourself?” His s/o did a double take upon hearing his request but Kuroo pushed on, his smile broadening. “I’d love to have a plush of you to hold myself when I sleep.”

Bokuto gawked at the little plush, turning it over and observing it from every angle with oh’s and ah’s. “This is so cool, _____! How you managed to make this is over my head.” His s/o smiled sheepishly, fiddling with their finger.

“Making it was a bit difficult but the work was worth it. Now I have it to hug and to hold before I sleep.” At these words, Bokuto’s attention immediately snapped from the plush in his hands to his s/o.

Within a second, Bokuto had launched himself onto his s/o and was nearly bawling into their ears. “B-Bokuto!” He nuzzled his face into their neck, his warm tears soaking into their shirt.

“You’re s-s-so adorable, _____!” His s/o wasn’t sure if they should comfort him or pry him off of them. “Y-You’ll always have me to hold, okay? The plush can’t replace the real t-thing!”

Akaashi inspected the plush, a soft humming in the back of his throat. The detail was exquisite. The green buttons chosen for the eyes were shiny and each stitch in the Fukurodani jersey was spot on.

“This is well made, _____. Your attention to detail is great.” His s/o waved away his praise, scratching the back of their neck sheepishly. “Aw, thanks. I did my best while making it.

Akaashi set it back down on their bed and stepped back. He could imagine his s/o fast asleep, cradling the plush to their chest. With that image in his head, he chuckled.

“You know,” He mentioned with a grin as he turned to face his s/o. His face was dusted a fair pink as his eyes crinkled at the corners. “I wish I could hold you in my arms while I sleep, too.”


And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


It’s snowing outside and a decent sized show at the Queens Museum just came down last week involving the World’s Fair and the legacy of Eastman Kodak. Collections material is awaiting to be put back but here are some scans of vintage photography books before they go back into their boxes. 


a/n: just a quick drabble that i wanted to release

word count: 1036

|| She never thought she’d fall in love with someone from just their voice. It’s just a shame that the man she fell for was dead.


Originally posted by tippytaes

Strolling around in the quiet realms of the library, Y/N’s wide curious eyes spotted the staff area – the mountains of books, tapes, and comics inviting her to explore the forbidden area. Clutching her hardcover to her chest, her silent footsteps walked through the door, the dark area sending chills down her spine. Her footsteps came to a halt as her line of sight landed on a box full of old cassette tapes.

Cassettes still exist? Y/N thought as a grin spread across her face, curiosity taking over her system as she knelt beside the box, estimating the amount of tapes in the cardboard container. There had to be at least thirty of them, each one collecting a fair amount of dust. Whirling her head around, her eyes squinted to read the permanent marker ink scratched onto the label:


Digging through, Y/N failed to find the first two logs, eventually shrugging and placing Tape Three back in with the rest of the tapes. Her nimble hands gripped the edges of the box as her eyes frantically searched for anyone who could be watching nearby – mentally snickering to herself as she stood straight, the box tucked carefully under her arm.

Running straight to her attic, Y/N pulled out her cassette player, blowing the dust off – sneezing a couple times. Her hands pushed the ocean of tapes as she searched for Tape Three, removing it from the little clear case and popping it into the player, smashing her finger onto the play button.

A minute of silence passed by before Y/N could hear loud shuffling in the background and a man clearing his throat before speaking.

Hello? Is this thing working now?

Y/N giggled, her head in her hand while she listened to the man whose name was Taehyung.

Ah, I broke the cassette recorder so I hope this is working,” Taehyung let out a soft chuckle, “It’s been a week since the explosion; no sign of life yet. I still have quite a bit of food stored, so I should be good for the next few months if I ration everything out correctly. This is my third log after the nuclear explosion and hopefully I’ll get out of his shelter soon.

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