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Ultralight Beam
Kanye West ft. Chance The Rapper
Ultralight Beam

Hey, cause I know that you’ll make everything alright
And I know that you’ll take good care of your child
Oh, no longer am afraid of the night
Cause I, I look to the light

mrpiratej  asked:

So i think I've begun to worry my family and friends. Just days after getting my lock pick set I bought three locks of various degrees of difficulty and managed to pop them all open in under five minutes... Not sure if this is a good thing or not yet... 🤔

I’d say it’s an excellent thing. Way to go! Bragging rights acquired and well-deserved.

(Worrying friends and family is not bad either. :p )


-Gif does not belong to me-


“Sneaking out at night, aren’t we? How mischievous.” Fred spoke, teasing you with a smile.

“Is the prank supposed to go off tomorrow while the Slytherin’s are practicing?” George questioned.

Both men were on either side of you, as you three walked- well sneaked out of the castle, and outside, leading them to where you had a surprise for them. You had told the two boys that you had an idea for a prank that involved the Quidditch Pitch, but that you needed their help. The twins easily accepting as soon as you had said the word, “prank”. You had been best friends with the two boys since you met on the train that first year. You had taken notes on the two, being able to differentiate who was who, how different but also similar they were in personality, as well as personal interests, and their birthday. But they didn’t know that.

“Be patient, I have this all planned out.” You smiled as you all approached the Quidditch Pitch.

You quickly found yourself in the middle of the field, it was quite dark and hardly any of you could see anything. Just some fireworks sitting in the middle of the field. You grabbed out your wand from your robes, saying an incantation as the fireworks shot off quickly, lighting up the around in dashing colors. Fred and George’s eyes followed the sparkling beams of light as they had exploded into the air, the words “Happy Birthday Gred and Forge” appearing in bright letters, sparkling. There was no doubt in your mind that others from the castle could see this, just as your watch had hit midnight, April 1st. Fred and George’s birthday.

The two boys laughed and smiled with excitement as their eyes were practically glued to the scene. You took this opportunity to grab a bucket that was placed off to the side of the fireworks, though it could be mistaken for water, it was definitely not that. You went behind the boys, bucket in hand as you tossed the liquid over their heads, as a gasp of surprise emitted from both of them. Slime covered their hair, down their robes, nearly every inch of their body.

“Happy birthday you two! And Happy April Fools!” You smiled brightly as they two boys glanced at each other, then back you.

“Come here (Y/N!)” Both boys yelled as they quickly grabbed you, hugging you tightly as you could feel slime drench your body as they cuddled into you. You had wanted to protest, to try and break free. But you felt yourself lingering in their embrace as all of you laughed.

“Thank you, (Y/N)”

miss-sparklez  asked:

That beam livestream was pretty nifty! How often do you think you're doing to do those streams?

I honestly have no idea, sorry, it pretty much depends on how much other work I have on my plate on any given day! I did think about streaming more today, but I ended up editing together my own PAX-video (for tomorrow) instead, and that took like 4 hours alone, so… Maybe tomorrow though! Mostly because I wanna keep playing Thimbleweed Park, because I had a really fun time with that game, and it lends itself really well for “audience interaction” as well with all the choices! :D

I say best way is to keep an eye on the twitter, and do a follow on Beam if you have an account, because I’ll probably continue Thimbleweed on there, I liked the integrated poll, in chat, good for in-game options :)

Auston Matthews - Part 23

Little shorter than my usual posts, but setting up for the real fun starting next post

My mom leaves me staring after her with a dumbfounded expression on my face. Wha… what? I look absentmindedly around my room, at a complete loss of what to do and seeing the time glaring back at me, decide to just get into bed. I call my two pups into the room and snuggle down into my covers with them on either side of me, my two little personal heaters.

               My mind wanders to Auston, I don’t have to wonder what he’s currently doing because my phone is still going off at regular intervals of pictures of him sent by either Marner, Nylander or one of the other several player who seem to have my number now. Auston sends me them too, though his aren’t every thirty seconds. My phone vibrates from a text and I swipe down for look at it.

               R u awake?

               I smile when I see who it’s from.

               Nope, sleep texting


               How was dinner?

               I don’t really think u need to ask that. U were pretty much there with all the snapping.

               True, your chicken looked delicious

               I didn’t send you any pictures of my chicken

               I know

               Jesus. Is there anything they didn’t send you?


               There’s a minute before he responds and I wonder if I went too far. Then the little bubbles pop up and I relax.

               Thank god for that, I would hate killing my best friends.

               I giggle and roll onto my back, my eyes are getting tired.

               Well they r safe for the night

               Ur getting tired

               How do u know that?

               U never abbreviate words or forget punctuation


               Go to bed



               I’m going to bed

               Then y did u say no???

               Don’t tell me what to do

               I giggle again when he sends me a bunch of the exasperated emojis.

               Night Auston

               Night Y/N

               I stare at my screen for a few moments, my heart fluttering against my ribs and I try to figure out why. There wasn’t really any flirting, just conversation yet my heart is beating like he really did send me nudes. I click my screen off and shove my phone under the pillow, determined to fall asleep without thinking about the stupid boy.

               Two days pass a lot faster than I would have thought possible. Now I’m standing outside the house I grew up in, looking at all the grandness of it one more time before I get into my waiting car, with a trail of my parents SUV a handful of family and friends, all with their cars packed to the brim as well and a hauling truck bringing up the rear. My parents are in their respective vehicles, letting me have my moment. We had said our goodbyes last night.

               I had just gotten off the phone with Auston and had only been asleep for a few minutes when my father gently shook me awake. Silently he had taken my hand and pulled me downstairs, helped me put on my coat and then we went outside hand in hand. Perched on our usual spot on the picnic table, we sat side by side in silence for several hours, our eyes on the sky and silent tears rolling down our cheeks. We didn’t need words to communicate.

               Now, standing outside the home that I had learned to walk, there was a sizeable dent in the master bedroom doorframe from one of my failed attempts at that. My eyes trail to the driveway to my right, where I had skinned by knees more times than I can count trying to play street hockey and riding my bike. None of these things made me sad to think about, though tears did come, they were just memories trailing down my cheeks, making room for even more beautiful memories to come.

               The drive over to Canada goes without any difficultly and before I know it, I’m standing outside my new house. My two dogs are already bounding around in the few inches of snow that must have just fallen, within moments it looks like I own two little polar bears instead of two labs. The house is nicer than I had thought, built less than five years ago, it fits in with the few newer houses littering the block. I can’t help but grin at myself. This is my home.

               The next four hours are spent with my parents and various friends and relatives unloading the U-Haul and other vehicles lined up on the street. I mostly just stand in the foyer and point people in the right direction with boxes and pieces of furniture, I feel extremely lazy just watching but there’s so many people that they need direction. I’m amazed at how quickly everything is brought inside and I have never been more grateful that my grandparents own a home renovation company and over the years they have been putting various pieces of furniture to the side for me and my cousins. Most everything that is now taking up space in my house I didn’t have to pay a dime for.

               The only time that my happiness falters is when I glimpse my parents, the pain of leaving them so great I don’t know how I don’t fall over. Once the last of the boxes have been moved inside, the majority of my family and friends leave until it’s just my parents and me. They stand at the bottom of the stairs as I make my way down to them, their fingers entwined and my heart pangs in my chest. I could never imagine being in love like my parents are.

               I reach the bottom of the stairs, my hand lingering on the banister, I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out and I reach for my parents. They embrace me and I bury my head into my father’s chest. Not caring in the slightest that I’m a full grown adult and hugging them like I did when I was five years old.

               This time I don’t sob like I expect to, my tears are all dried out. Instead I try to memorize everything I can about them, their smell and the crinkles by my mom’s eyes, the result of smiling more than the average human, the rough stubble of my dad’s beard and the gray streaks in his hair that he always tries to blame on me.

               “Alright, time for your first home picture,” my mom finally says, her hand running through my hair once more before putting her hand on my shoulder and I take a step back, my hand still firmly in my fathers.

               I join them on the porch, taking my place by the front door as my mom takes my phone and hers out into the lawn, my dad following. I beam at the camera and throw my hands out to either side of me, my two dogs make an appearance at just the right time and make the picture.

               “Beautiful as always,” my dad says from my mother’s side.

               “You didn’t even see the picture,” I roll my eyes at him, returning to his side. He quickly ducks me under his arm and gives me a noogie, I squeal and try to swat his hand away.

               “Don’t need to look to know,” he says and I can’t help but grin at him as I try to smooth my hair back out.

               “It’s time kid,” my dad says gruffly and I know this has to be harder for them than it is for me.

               My mom joins us on the lawn, the snow sitting in her hair like a halo, her arms encircle me and then my dad’s cover hers.

               “I love you so much,” I whisper.

               “We love you too baby, more than you know,” my mom whispers back, I can feel her wet tears falling into my hair.

               “Proud doesn’t even begin to cover it,” dad chimes in, his voice even more gruff than before and my heart twinges.

               I meet my father’s eyes, swimming with tears and I think back to that very first night under the stars, he gave me everything I could have ever asked for, and I tell him so.

               “No, Y/N, I introduced you to it, you made it into something beautiful,” he grazes me cheek with his knuckles and I lean into his hand.

               “I love you,” I repeat, he winks at me and his hand drops from my face, taking my mom’s hand instead, tugging her gently towards the car.

               She kisses my forehead once more and pats the heads of the two dogs bouncing around in the snow before climbing into the passenger seat of the SUV. I close her door gently and she rolls down the window. Though don’t say anything more. We can’t.

               I watch them pull away from the curb, down the street and around the corner. I stand there several more minutes, staring into the distance before turning and looking at my house. I stuff my hands in my pockets and whistle for my dogs, walking up the front steps and through my front door.

               Getting set in the kitchen is first on my list, my family offered to stay and help unpack the boxes but I refused. There was no way I was letting someone have all the fun of organizing my house. My phone buzzes the moment I touch the first box and I let out a frustrated sigh. Really?

               I snatch up my phone and my annoyance fades away immediately. I had sent the picture my mom took of me to Auston and he had finally responded.

               You know I always had a thing for older, responsible women

               Haven’t you always had a thing for me?

               My point exactly

               I giggle and lean against my counter, opening my snapchat and sending a picture of my T.V already set up in the living room, which was the only thing I had allowed anyone to touch because I knew I would mess it up somehow. I caption it “So you can’t yell at me for not watching your game again” and send it to Auston. Last week I had watched the Detroit game that was playing at the same time as the Toronto one and boy had I heard about it from not only Auston but every Leaf’s player that had my number.

               I open my text messages again and type out a response.

               Are you calling me old??

               Little bit, but im into it.

               I roll my eyes and another message from Auston appears.

               Ur rolling ur eyes right now aren’t u?

               Little bit

               I can think of other ways to make them roll

               A tingle goes through my spine and I blush even though there is no one around.

               I don’t think it’s exactly fair that you can say that kind of stuff but I can’t…

               Says the girl who just the other day said that she slept naked in my childhood bed!


               A snapchat notification pops up and I click it open, seeing a picture of Auston’s shoes and I know he’s on the bus heading to the arena for the game against San Jose tonight. “Good girl” it’s captioned and I roll my eyes again.

               Alright, we just got to the arena, I’m guessing u’ll be asleep by the time I’m able to call u. So I’ll see u tomorrow?

                Another tingle shoots through my spine at the thought of finally seeing Auston tomorrow. For the last twelve days all I’ve been able to do is imagine his lips against mine and… Other things.

               Depends, your rule still in place?

               Of course

               Then I can’t wait

               There’s a pause between messages.

               You are literally the worst

               I just send a kissy face emoji and receive an unimpressed one in response. I grin, pleased with myself and set my phone back down on the counter. I eye my dogs who are already lounging on the sectional couch.

               “Hey! Get to work!” I call to them and they just flick their ears in my direction and give a “really mom?” expression. I scoff at them and turn back the first box I see, now is when the fun begins.

Where Soul Meets Body- 10

Summary: Soulmate AU. Some people went their entire lives without ever meeting their soulmates. You were one of the lucky ones, to have found and fallen in love with the owner of the initials tattooed on your hip. When your soulmate’s best friend struggles to deal with a tragedy in his own life, you discover that you might not have been as lucky as you thought.

Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Not MMF)

Warnings: (Series, not specifically this chapter: bad language, unprotected sex or sexual situations, drinking/alcoholism, drug use, violence, cheating, references to death, mutilation and trauma, maybe more.)

Words: 1682

Author’s Note: STEVE FEELS ARE HERE. Oh, I guess Bucky is in this too.

Tags at End

Master   Part 9

Bucky was stoned.

This was the first time in a while he’d hit it this bad. Memories of the last time, the last few times, swirled around somewhere in the back of his head as he fell into the couch cushions, glazed eyes fixated on the buzzing television screen. Black and white images flickered, but it was on mute. Tom Petty played from the phone on his stomach, the tiny speakers muffling the sound just enough that he could pretend like Last Dance with Mary Jane really was about a girl.

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Coming Home - LillieMoon Fic

A/N: because I have a soft side for this pair, okay? This is something I’ve had sitting around for a while, and it makes me smile so I figure I’d post it. It does contain spoilers for the end of pokemon Sun and Moon, given that it takes place years after the end. I hope you enjoy it!

It’s a oneshot so don’t worry, everything happens and is resolved by the end.

Moon stepped through the huge gateway to the elite four. It had been an eventful day of battling challengers, but everyone has to go home at some point in time. In all honesty, she hadn’t expected to head home. She’d planned on pulling another all-nighter in the headquarters if Hau didn’t show up to insist that she get some sleep. Instead, however, she had gotten a call from professor Kukui asking her to “get to my lab as soon as you can! I’ve got a surprise for you! Woo!”

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Six of Crows + Halloween


  • Halloween is when our faves bring their A game, they go all out
  • This is the one holiday that Kaz genuinely enjoys (not like he’d admit it)
  • Nina gets super into it (as she does with most things) and of course carves like ten jack-o-lanterns with the help of an amused Matthias
  • Jesper enjoys jump scaring Wylan then kissing away his shell-shocked expression
  • Their costumes are always pretty elaborate so they start putting them together weeks in advance
  • One time Inej had them go as characters from Avatar: The Last Airbender it was pretty great
  • But the couples usually coordinate something with their other half
  • This year however Kaz was watching some Tim Burton movies and this idea sprung into his head that he and Inej started on right away
  • Nina also gets an idea from a certain animated movie and Matthias is slightly mortified at first but she convinces him soon enough
  • Wylan, who usually is not the one to brainstorm, proposed something that Jesper liked immediately
  • So of course the group promises to surprise each other on the actual night at Nina’s house, where their annual Halloween party is held
  • Inej likes to practice the special fx makeup on Kaz and he always holds really still while she does this because he likes watching her when she’s all concentrated and focused
  • Matthias listens to Nina ramble endlessly on as she measures them both and then drags him on a trip to the fabric store, but he doesn’t really mind
  • Jesper and Wylan go shopping for all the crafty stuff they’ll need and Wylan sits in the cart, reading out from their list as Jesper pushes him down the aisles
  • There’s always snack breaks that involve eating the Halloween candy which leads to having to go out and buy more
  • Decorating Nina’s house the day before means stringing up ghosts and strategically placing fake headstones all over the lawn (it’s the best house on the street)
  • At exactly 7:00 Kaz and Inej show up, looking extraordinary and hot
  • Kaz is in one of his tuxedos, and his face is painted to look like a skull, his hair’s been styled nicely under a tilted top hat and his gloves have the same theme going on
  • Inej has this gothic-type dress on that’s tattered around the short hem, her heeled boots hit the top of her stockinged knees, her face is also made up as a skeleton and where skin should be is painted on bone
  • Somewhere around 7:09 Jesper struts in followed by a beaming Wylan
  • Jesper is dressed up as Poe Dameron from Star Wars, his fighter pilot uniform is made from an altered orange jumpsuit he bought off of E-Bay and his halter is a modified white swim vest
  • Wylan is a human version of BB8, he has a little hat with the antenna and his shirt is made to look exactly like the droid’s orange circular pattern, he’s wearing matching rollerskates that he can zoom around in
  • Nina and Matthias have taken the cuter road
  • Her hair in braids and a purple cloak around her shoulders, Nina has transformed into Anna from Frozen, her long indigo skirt is tucked under a painted black tank top
  • A furry hat over his blonde hair and a simple red-trimmed charcoal tunic over matching pants turns Matthias into Kristoff (Jesper teases him mercilessly)
  • They take turns passing out candy to the neighborhood kids, although Kaz usually stays inside because he lowkey scares them
  • They all end up falling asleep in the living room with Halloweentown playing on the TV
Fated - Jaehyun

Requested: And yes lol I want to request for a Jaehyun soulmate!au scenario, an angsty one please. Any concept of a soulamte!au will do ^^

This is definitely gonna be a series! There is no smut in this chapter, I repeat, no smut. I know the anon who requested this said they don’t particularly enjoy smut- but I do plan to eventually incorporate it~ It’s not super angsty either-
(PS: if you ever saw the movie In Time, this is basically what I am drawing the premise from.)

Word Count: 1,299

A sudden jolt caused you to fall over. You clutched your wrist in pain, wincing. The tremors of pain subsided slowly.

“Are you alright?” an elderly woman asked, carefully stooping down to your level.

You nodded, uncovering your wrist cautiously.

“Congratulations!” the elderly woman chimed, a warm smile lighting up her worn face.

You stared at the numbers on your wrist, watching them tick with every second.


You continued to stare, bewildered and speechless.



You got up quickly.

Your walk turned into a jog, then a run.

You were frightened. You knew this day would come, but nothing had prepared you for the second your clock begun. In less than 24 hours you would find the one, your soulmate. You grew anxious with each second, hoping the numbers etched under your frail skin would disappear. The only way they would disappear would be once you met him; they’d fade away and never return.
Your legs began to grow tired. You slumped down on a nearby bench, your chest heaving. You looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful day, the sky was a brilliant shade of light blue, white, airy clouds scattered over the brilliant blue canvas.

‘What do I do?’

You studied the clouds, hoping the Universe would provide you with an answer. In reality, there was nothing you could do. The world was ruled by fate, the Universe controlling all. No matter what you would do, the fate would bring you and your other half together within 24 hours. Slowly you relaxed, accepting your fate. So many times you had pictured this day, so many times you pictured your lover.

‘What will he be like? How will he look?’

Your mind raced with questions, questions that had no answer. You let out a slow exhale, trying to calm your racing mind and stood up. For the first time that day you broke out into a smile. You glanced at your clock again, no longer apprehensive as time passed.

“I was worried!” your friend cried, reaching out for your hand as soon as she saw you.

You smiled at her, your eyes trailing down to her swollen stomach.

“I’m sorry-” you began, unsure how to word your dilemma.

You quickly flashed her your wrist before clutching the strap of your bag again. She broke out in a high squeal, quickly reaching for your arm again.

“I’m so happy for you!”

You took a seat next to her, looking around the busy hospital corridor. Just then a nurse called to your friend. You got up quickly, offering a hand to help your friend.

“Your ultrasound is ready, please follow me” the nurse beamed politely.

You stood beside your friend as the nurse smeared a transparent gel over your friend’s bare stomach.

“What are you hoping for?” the nurse asked coolly, picking up an odd instrument.

“I just want them to be healthy” your friend admitted, smiling.

Watching the scene before you, your mind began to race again.

‘Will I be here in a year?’

“Did you hear me?” your friend asked, a wide grin on her beautiful face.

“What?” you asked dumbly, looking back and forth between the nurse and your friend.

“It’s a boy!”

“A very healthy one as well, you have nothing to worry about” the nurse quickly added.

“Amazing!” you breathed, a wide smile gracing your features.

“I’m so relieved” your friend squealed, quickly fumbling through her purse to find her phone.

“Me too-”

You glanced at your wrist again out of habit. Just then the corridor door before you burst open, your friend letting out a cry of surprise before moving out of the way. You watched as they rushed past with a gurney, a bloodied man limply laying on the bed. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. Without thinking you rushed to follow the medical team. You stared at the bloodied man, your heart thumping loudly in your chest.
A nearby nurse stopped you, abruptly pulling your arm.

“You cannot go beyond this point” she said, slightly flustered.

You looked around frantically, your surroundings unfamiliar. You began to feel lightheaded and brought a hand to your head. Your eyes caught site of your wrist, causing you to quickly wretch your hand away. The clock was gone. Last time you checked you still had 22 hours!


The nurse looked bewildered, tentatively placing a hand on your shoulder.

“I need to see him” you stated firmly.

“Miss in his condition you cannot see him-”

“I’ll wait” you quickly added, looking around you for any nearby seats.

You quietly talked with your friend on the phone, explaining to her you were going to stay at the hospital.

Time passed slowly and your eyes began to grow weary.

“Miss- the gentleman you were waiting for is out of surgery now.”

“Is he alright?”

The small nurse nodded, giving you a reassuring smile.

“What is your relation to him Miss?”

You stalled, unsure what to say.

“I think he’s my-” you hesitated awkwardly.

You glanced down at your wrist again.

“Can I see him?”

“I’m afraid he hasn’t woken yet, and since you are unsure of your relation to him I cannot permit you to see him.”

You slowly sank back into the chair, giving an understanding nod.

Five hours. It had been five hours since you had first seen him. The sun was setting, a warm hue casting onto the cool tiles of the hospital floor through the window behind you.

“He’s awake; I’ll tell him you are here; what’s your name?”

“Just- tell him I’m his-” you paused.

The nurse looked at you expectantly.

“…soulmate” you muttered.

“You should have mentioned so before! Follow me please!”

You followed her down a series of hallways, growing anxious with each turn she made.

“Can you tell him I’m here first?” you asked, stopping a few yards from the door she was before.

“Of course.”

She slid open the door of the room, quietly stepping in.

“Sir, your soulmate is here to see you-”


He interrupted her, a certain venom in his voice.

“Who the hell-”

You entered the room, silencing him. The nurse quickly left the room, sliding the hefty door shut.

“Who are you?”

You held up your wrist, unable to mutter any words. He was stunning. Disheveled brown hair, alluring dark eyes, delicate pink lips, he was perfect. He looked down at his own wrist, letting out an unsteady breath. You took a step toward his bed, but he stopped you.


His eyes were closed, his eyebrows knitting together.


Your heart trembled, your eyes beginning to grow teary. You remained rooted to your spot, unable to move.

“No” you whispered.

“You don’t love me; you don’t even know me” he sighed, his venomous tone vanishing.

“I love you.”

You gently laid your hand over his own. He abruptly opened his eyes, looking at you in bewilderment. His eyes traced over you carefully, his expression relaxing.

“I’m (y/n)” you added quickly.

He repeated your name quietly, suddenly entranced. His cute behavior made you giggle softly. You could tell he was accepting you. Regardless of all the defenses he had built to protect himself and the antagonistic philosophy he had grown to accept, he grew vulnerable and weak against you, his walls crumbling. He hated it, he hated the thought of giving himself to another, yet he loved it. He loved the feeling of your presence, the soft warmth of your hand, the beautifully exquisite features of your face. He wanted to have you, a beautiful trophy he could call his own. He wanted to belong as well, his hear swelling with adoration.
You looked at him expectantly, causing him to look away briefly and clear his throat.


Cassandra: She was looking for them after they wandered away from camp in the early morning, to retrieve them so they could hit the road. She stopped short when she heard singing, beautiful singing, coming from somewhere nearby. She followed it and watched as the Inquisitor picked elfroot and sang with the most beautiful voice she had ever heard. The Seeker’s breath hitched, and she dared not interrupt the Inquisitor as she stared and listened in silence. The Inquisitor finally turned and saw her staring, wide-eyed, jaw dropped. They stop and turned red in the face as Cassandra sheepishly smiled at them. “I’m sorry to eavesdrop, but you just have such a wonderful voice. Perhaps you would like to sing again later, in camp?” she pleaded, jittery with hope and excitement as they shyly nodded in assent. If Romanced: “Oh, my love, that was…” She beamed. “That was perfect. I would… appreciate it if you sang for me, sometime.” From then on, when they are alone, the Inquisitor often sings to her as she cuddles with him, in utter bliss.

Blackwall: He was baffled when he heard a most beautiful singing voice coming from the stables as he walked back to the barn. He smiled as he nods his head along to the tune and looked around the corner for the owner of the voice. He almost gasped in shock when he saw the Inquisitor tending to their horse, peacefully singing a tune. They stopped, embarrassed, when they notice Blackwall, who smiled again. “Ah, please, don’t stop on account of me,” he reassured, “you have a great voice. It brings a little light into Skyhold. You ought to sing in the tavern sometime!” If Romanced: “My Lady, that was… that was breathtaking.” he said when he was finally able to speak again. “Please, would you be willing to sing again, sometime? You have the most beautiful voice.”

Iron Bull: He heard them sing for the first time when they join in with the Chargers singing their theme song in the tavern one night. The Chargers stop, stare, and listen, Bull included. The Inquisitor, flustered, stopped and before they could even ask what was wrong, the Chargers all groan in unison and egg them on to keep singing. Bull whistled. “Damn, Boss. Come on, keep going! You sounded fan-fucking-tastic.” Sheepishly, the Inquisitor carried on, and all listened and cheered at the end of the song. Bull pats their back and offers a drink on him. “Niiice. One more song? Please?” If Romanced: As soon as they’re done singing, the Inquisitor gave him a playful wink, and he growled lowly, picked them up, and dragged them upstairs. The others cried out in protest– they wanted to hear more– but neither the Inquisitor or Bull cared. Bull had never been this attracted to a voice before.

Sera: She went up to their room to find them to ask if they wanted to go pranking around Skyhold when she heard them. Her eyes widened, and she grinned, almost forgetting the pranks altogether. At the top of the stairs, she found the Inquisitor singing, carefree, as they sat at their desk doing work. They stopped, blushing as they realized there was someone listening. Sera, in turn, pouted as they stopped. “What are you stopping for?! I want to hear the rest!" If Romanced: "Oooh, seren… serenading me, yeah?” she teased as she came up. The Inquisitor doesn’t stop; she just smiled at the sight of her girlfriend and kept going. When she’s done, Sera kissed her and giggled. “You’re not only nice on the eyes. You’re nice in your voice too. Everything about you is nice.”

Varric: The Inquisitor was playing Wicked Grace with him and a table of their companions, and they lost the round. They get dared to sing, and they do it, albeit reluctantly. He never expected them to be such a wonderful singer, however, as the beautiful melody rings through the air. By the time it’s over, he just stares at them, a million words in his head, but all that came out was. “Shit. Wow.”

Cole: He saw and heard their memories of singing before, happy and carefree. He then approached the Inquisitor with a request. “Lifting, flying, free and beautiful, your voice can help people. You should sing. It will make them happy.” The Inquisitor, baffled, asked who is “them,” to which Cole calmly answered: “Everyone.”

Vivienne: She heard the Inquisitor singing to themselves in their room as she went up to speak to them, and she stopped and listened. A grin crawled onto her face, and when it was over, she carried on up the stairs. “Bravo, my dear,” she praised, “we really ought to hold a musical salon sometime. Your voice could enchant almost anyone.”

Like Cassandra, he went off to find them and bring them back to camp when he heard them singing. He follows the voice, curious, and beamed at the sight of the Inquisitor, who stopped short when they saw him. The man laughed and began to clap vigorously. “Bravo, Inquisitor! Encore! Oh, don’t be embarrassed, your voice is outstanding. It almost puts mine to shame.” If Romanced: His eyes glittered with awe as he listened, taken aback by the song. When his lover noticed him finally, he nodded, encouraging them to finish the song. When it was over, he sighed dreamily. “Why don’t you sing for me more often, hmm? That velvety voice of yours… it’s powerful. In more ways than one.”

Solas: He caught the Inquisitor singing in the early morning one day, when no one was in the garden, as they tended to some of the plants. He was taken aback briefly by the beauty of their voice, and when he finally chose to enter the garden, he smiled at their bewildered expression. “Please, don’t stop. Your voice shouldn’t be hidden. You have quite the talent.” If Romanced: Lavellan sang to him one evening as they sat and watched the stars, and a blissful smile found its way to his face. They began to sing together in Elvhen, of an old song nearly lost to the ages. He loves to teach her songs, and together, they sing. One night, Sera heard them and gagged. “Eww. Elfy elf music– just do it already. Away from here.” It doesn’t stop them at all.

Leliana: She found them in the library downstairs by the storage room one day singing as they picked through the dusty old books. The spymaster had meant to find them to talk about some of her agents and plans, but the woman stopped to listen in the shadows. Finally, when they finished singing, she entered the old library, calm and cool as ever, though her eyes were lit up. “Impressive,” she remarked calmly, “you’d make an excellent bard.”

Josephine: When it reached the time a war table meeting was to be held, she arrived earlier than usual, and stopped in the hall at the muffled sound of the Inquisitor singing. Gasping gently, she inched forward and gingerly pushed the door open, so she could better hear the beautiful sounds coming from the Herald. She covered her gaping mouth in shock with her loose hand as she listened, utterly enraptured. The Inquisitor eventually noticed her in the doorway, and they stop, mortified. Josephine frowned as they stopped. “I beg your pardon, Inquisitor! It’s just… you have the loveliest voice.” If Romanced: “Oh, my love!” she declared, beaming at them, cheeks going red. “Please, don’t stop! I already yearn for more of your beautiful voice. Please, won’t you sing for me sometime?”

Cullen: He was looking around Skyhold for the Inquisitor when he heard their voice not far from inside one of the towers. His eyes widened as he followed it to the source, and found the Inquisitor singing, completely unaware of his presence, and he grinned as a small chuckle escaped him. The Inquisitor stopped and stared at him, bewildered, and he feels bad. “Sorry, Inquisitor.” he apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. “Your voice is quite good. I apologize for eavesdropping.” If Romanced: “I… er… I… wow.” It was all he could manage at first; he was just so blown away by his girlfriend’s beautiful voice. His lover giggled and began singing another song. Cullen soon found himself singing with her, all his concerns forgotten for the moment.


Scout Harding: Wooow, Inquisitor!” she cried in utter excitement as she heard them sing for the first time. She was so giddy, practically jumping for joy as an idea unfurled in her head. “Would you have any interest in joining the Singquisition? We’d knock ‘em dead! Heh. Not literally.”

Promises Broken and Promises Kept

Andrew’s mouth was full with chocolate ice cream. He couldn’t remember a time when he was allowed to have this much. He shoved another spoonful in his mouth while he listened to the stories his current foster dad, Michael, had to share. 

Michael was not the best person to foster a child, but he never hit him or touched him. His daily attire consisted of all black clothing, and typically preferred the name brand clothing.  He smoked often and drank on some nights. On the surface he appeared to be a harsh man, but Andrew had learned he was a total pushover.  

Michael gave him anything and everything he wanted without reservations. The reasons he gave for this behavior was that he wanted to give Andrew everything he hadn’t had as a child. Although Andrew had been with him for a few months now, he still wasn’t sure what to make of him since he didn’t fall under any of the normal behaviors he had witnessed in foster families.  

Andrew continued to listen to Michael’s story about a misunderstanding that got him kicked out of a bar due to some inexplicable mix up.  Usually, Andrew’s attention span to his foster family’s stories was short, but Michael’s expressive telling of things had a way of drawing him in.  That, and he was much more interesting than other people.  He finished his ice cream and set the empty bowl on his bedside table in his room.  His  room. Michael had set him up with more than he had ever had.  A good bed and and nice furniture along with more clothes than he was usually given. Despite the fact that Michael hadn’t violated him once, he still locked his door every night, and reveled in the ability to lock his door.  

He pulled his knees to his chest and tried to stifle a yawn as it came, and Michael paused in his story and gave and knowing smile. “I see I have kept you up too late. It’s way past your bedtime” he said with a light chuckle.  Andrew smiled at that, both of them knowing that Andrew didn’t have a bedtime. Another plus of life with Michael.  As he got up to leave the room, Andrew finally asked the question that had been itching in his mind for months. “Why don’t you date?”

Michael stopped and turned around to give him a considering look.  He was an attractive bachelor in his 30′s, surely he would want to be with someone rather than look after a kid who hardly spoke. Michael answered, “When I picked you up, I promised you that I wouldn’t bring anyone else in the picture. That it was just going to be me and you.  I said that you would come first. Do you remember me saying that?”

Andrew did remember. But he hadn’t believed him.  No one ever meant what they said, and ‘promise’ was a meaningless phrase to him.  “But did you really mean it? There’s no way you did. No one ever does.” 

Again, Michael looked at him with hesitance in his eyes and thought for a moment.  His face was cast in a strange shadow as he answered, “People should mean what they say.” 

He waited for Andrew to comment, and when he said nothing, continued. “Listen Andrew, I want you to remember this.  When a man makes a promise, he keeps it.  A man doesn’t deserve trust when he goes back on his word.  When I promised you that I wouldn’t bring anyone else into this house, I meant it.  You are my only priority.  It’s fine if you don’t believe me, but I hope you will trust me someday.”

Andrew had never heard someone say words like this with such conviction.  He didn’t trust Michael, nor was he fully comfortable in his presence.  But he hadn’t even attempted to date or flirt, so Andrew supposed that he could accept his answer for now.  His must have looked disbelieving because Michael said, “I will never lie to you Andrew. I made two promises to you. That it was just going to be you and me, and that I would protect you.  I meant both of them. While you’re with me, you’re safe.”

At that, he turned to leave the room, bidding goodnight and went to his own bed, leaving Andrew to process what he had said.  He got up to close and lock his door and returned to his bed while trying to dispel memories of harsh hands on his body. Foster families rarely took his safety into account.  Michael had not violated him in any way since he arrived in his house, nor had he hit him or raised his voice even when he should have.  Michael let him get away with anything and didn’t seem to mind Andrew taking advantage of the lax rules.  He still didn’t trust him to not at some point cross lines, but he supposed that he was okay for now.


With the school week up, Andrew collected his things excited for their road trip, and in denial about his excitement. Michael owned a black Ferrari and Andrew loved every detail about the car. The feel of the leather seats underneath him, the steady purr of a powerful engine, the sleek interior that he was afraid to touch, and the acceleration that could take them from zero to sixty quicker than he thought possible.  When Michael took him on drives like this, they would go to unknown country roads and speed down them just to put the car’s capabilities to the test.  Andrew felt himself smiling and thinking that one day, he wanted a fancy car like this one. 

He turned to look at Michael when he smelled the familiar smell of cigarette smoke; the smell had been repulsive at first, but now it calmed him down.  Looking at Michael, clad in his leather jacket, sunglasses, and cigarette lightly hanging from his fingers, he couldn’t help but think that Michael was the coolest person he had ever met.  He got to do whatever he wanted, had plenty of money, and even treated people well. As a 10 year old, Andrew didn’t think of the future much, but with Michael, he actually considered what it would be like to have this guy support him as he grew up.  He found that he liked the idea.


Andrew was woken from his slumber by the bright red and blue lights flashing through his window into his room.  It only took him a moment to understand the significance of those lights and he was sprinting out to see what was going on. 

He found Michael being escorted by two officers out to the curb in cuffs.  He ran over to them, reaching out to grab at an officer when suddenly a social worker stepped in front of him.  She nabbed his wrist and pulled him away from the scene and began to explain to him that he needed to go pack his things and that it was time for him to move on to another foster home.  He heard none of it as he craned his neck to see what they were doing to Michael and called his name before they lowered his head into the flashing car.  

Michael turned around and gave him a small smile as he spoke to the officers. “Can I at least say goodbye to Andrew.  He deserves at least that much.” The police officers shared a look and then turned to the social worker, asking if that was acceptable. She spared a glance at Andrew and conceded.  

Michael was led over to Andrew, still in cuffs but smiling anyway.  When he was in front of him, he began speaking, “Andrew.  I am sorry I won’t be able to stay with you. Sometimes the pigs decide we are bad people and don’t deserve to be on the street.  But that’s okay because we had some really good times together, right?”

Andrew nodded his head.  Michael had been his favorite foster home. He continued, “This isn’t the end of anything okay. Someday, I will get out of prison and maybe we can meet again.” Sadness passed through his eyes as he looked intently at Andrew and spoke his final goodbyes. “Listen to me Andrew, I want you to remember what I say.  And I know you have a good memory. Sometimes our actions have consequences, but we shouldn’t waste our time with regret, it just holds us back.  And I want you to believe me when I say this. I promise you that someday, you are going to have everything.  And you won’t have to steal to get it.  You will have everything because you deserve it.  It will happen someday, it may take a while, but it will come.  I promise you”. When he finished, he motioned to the officers that he was done and Andrew found himself softly whispering ‘goodbye’ as he lost yet another foster family. Michael’s words spinning in his head, an impossible promise that he had no right to make. there was no way he could keep it. No way.


Andrew woke to sunlight streaming through the windows of their house in Columbia, stirring from his dream of a memory.  Michael.  The man had an impenetrable optimism and a past that he would never know. 

His eyes followed the sun beams to where they rested on the red hair of the sleeping junkie next to him.  Neil usually woke first, so in a rare moment, Andrew allowed himself to study Neil in the sunlight.  His harsh scars marred his face, torso, and arms, but they had never made Andrew flinch. His sleeping face made him look gentle and quiet, though Andrew knew he was anything but.  He resisted the urge to run his hands through hair that felt like silk and smelled like strawberries.  The strange desire to see Neil’s eyes finally motivated him to get out of bed.  He climbed over Neil, waking him, and left their bedroom to go make breakfast. 

Neil came down shortly after, dressed for his morning run with shorts and running shoes on.  A persistent morning person.  Andrew spared a look at Neil’s toned legs and remembered how they had been wrapped around him the night before. The direction his thoughts went made him turn away and continue making breakfast.  

Neil left without much fuss and would return in an hour after running harder than any member of their team was capable of.  The junkie.  While he was gone, Andrew mulled over the dream he had had. Michael had made him a promise that he had no way of keeping, and had been entirely sincere.  He had promised him that he would have everything someday.  Andrew had never believed him. 

He plays Exy. He has a brother and a cousin. He was getting a college education.  He has an expensive car. He has house in Columbia that he shares with other people. All of these things are a huge step up in his life than where he used to be.  But he wasn’t sure if he considered these things to be ‘everything’ though.  

His mind considers a certain junkie whose disappearance caused him to break a promise.  He still remembers his hands around Kevin’s neck, all of his energy focused on choking out the truth. 

Neil is a broken shell of a human being with a body that has been put through the wringer one too many times.  Neil is a liar who still struggles in being honest at times. Neil is a runner whose first instinct is to plot out escape routes as soon as he enters anything.  Neil was once a rabbit, but now a fox.  

As Andrew considers Neil, he tells himself that Neil is nothing.  Neil has always been nothing. But maybe, just maybe…… Michael kept his promise. 

How Country Feels

Hello everybody! I’m sorry it’s been a while since I’ve posted. I’m super busy at school and going through some stuff right now, as I’m sure we all are. If anyone needs to talk about anything please message me! I know this is a scary time for some. Tumblr has been a wonderful and safe place for me and I want to thank you guys for your constant kindness.

ANYWAY this is the post that is literally a NOVEL that I warned y’all about. Almost all of you asked for it all in one shot so here it is! I hope you guys like it, I had fun writing it.

Warnings: 4.7k words, some angst, smut, too much fluff-oops

Summary: The team has to hide out at Clint’s farm again, your boyfriend, Bucky sees a new side of you and rethinks his future.

Originally posted by cuddle-porn

“So where are we going?”

The team was buzzing around you packing bags of food and clothes to stay at a safe location for who knows how long.

“We’re going to Clint’s farm until we know SHIELD hasn’t been compromised again.” Steve said shoving boxes of crackers into a bag.

You stopped in your tracks. “Clint has a farm?”

“(Y/N), where have you been?” Tony taunted.

“Apparently under a rock. Since when does Clint have a farm?”

“And a family.” Steve corrected.

“With kids.” Natasha added.


“Ha. Ha.” Steve said dryly in answer to your teasing.

You helped Steve finish up the snack packing before attending to your own clothes upstairs. “So where is it?”

“Can’t say. Just be ready to go in a half hour.”

“Aye-aye Cap.” You jogged away laughing before Steve could give you a playful smack on the shoulder.

Up in your room you picked out a couple outfits that would fit in your small duffel. The next thing to pack would be weapons, which were locked in a box under your bed. You bent down and reached for the box when you felt a spank to your backside.

“Hey!” You pulled the box out and straightened up to see Bucky laughing at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “You scared me.”

“Sorry doll.” He lifted you to your feet with ease and quickly kissed your lips. “Do you need help packing?”

“No. I’m done” you declared, putting your last gun in the holster around your waist.

Bucky grabbed your duffel for you and slung it over his shoulder along with his own and the two of you started downstairs.

“Have you ever been to Clint’s farm?” You asked.

“No. They hid out there before I joined the team.”

You walked out of the elevator together and met the team in the garage. It took three of Tony’s top of the line cars to fit the team. You and Bucky took the back seat of the car Steve was driving.

With all the commotion, you forgot it was the middle of the night. It was easier for the team to split when the city wasn’t awake to see them.

“It’s gonna take a few hours to get there, so Sam and I will split the drive. You two just try and get some shut eye back there.”

Bucky tried to argue with Steve, but to no avail, and you were glad. The possibility of SHIELD being compromised put a lot of pressure on the whole team, but it was especially screwing with Bucky’s mind. You knew he was distinctly on edge and needed some sleep and relaxation.

The car drove smoothly on the highway and between the soft music on the radio and Bucky’s warm arm wrapped around you, you were quickly lulled to sleep.

The morning light peering through the car window woke you before Bucky. You felt his easy breathing beside you and, for the first time in the past few hectic days, he looked untroubled. You straightened yourself from your leaning position and tenderly brushed his long hair out of his eyes.

You were curious to know where this farm was and now that it was light out, your question could more easily be answered. You patiently waited for a highway sign to give you a clue.

However, the next sign didn’t only give you a clue, it gave you the answer. Your hometown popped up on the green sign to your right, leaving you absolutely stunned.

“Steve, how far away are we from the farm?” You asked quietly so as not to wake the sleeping Sam and Bucky.

“About a half hour.”

Steve chuckled when he saw your jaw drop in the rear-view mirror. “You can’t tell anybody, (Y/N).”

“You knew?”

“Yes. But no one is supposed to know where Clint’s house is. It’s better this way, it keeps his family safe.”

You understood. “Alright.”

“And with what’s going on, you can’t go see your family either.”

“I know.” You knew it was for the best. You missed them terribly, but you couldn’t take the chance.

You watched everything familiar fly past you out the window. The exit you would take to go home, the one you would take to go to the mall, the one to go to the gas station you and your friends would get ice cream at every Friday over the summer.

Right on the dot, a half hour later, Steve pulled into a long driveway, the others following in a caravan behind. The driveway led to a large farm house on what looked like acres of land.

“Bucky, we’re here, babe.” Your voice was low, your hand rubbing his leg. You hated to wake him up, he hadn’t slept this well in days.

A pretty woman walked out onto the porch, who you assumed was Clint’s wife. Behind her three children followed, beaming as Clint jogged up the steps and picked the three of them up at once.

The team filed into the house, you and Bucky picking up the rear. As you passed Clint’s wife, she introduced herself as Laura and welcomed you. “You’ll be staying upstairs, the last room on the right. You don’t mind sharing a room, do you?”

Bucky wound his arm tight around your waist, tenderness lacing his voice, “Not at all.”

The wooden stairs creeked as you climbed them, a familiar sound that warmed your heart. The last room on the right had a large bed in the middle and a window looking out on the farm.

“They have horses?” Your smile brightened your voice.

“Yeah, we do.” You spun around to see Clint leaning on the door frame. “You should go down and see ‘em. If not today, tomorrow, we’re gonna be here for at least a few days.”

You laughed, turning away from the window and opening your bag to unpack. “That’s alright, Clint.”

“No, (Y/N), I’m serious. Go out for a ride. The saddles are in the barn. Midnight’ll be a good girl for ya.” He winked and walked back down the hall.

“Did I miss something?” Bucky’s eyebrow was cocked in confusion.

“No, you didn’t.” You giggled and kissed his cheek as you passed him walking over to the closet.

“Good. Because you know what they say…” he closed the door before turning around to face you. “Save a horse, ride a cowboy.” And with that he pushed you onto the bed and landed on top of you, placing his lips softly onto yours.

You giggled into his warm mouth and raked your fingers up his back, lifting his shirt as you went. He took your hint and sat up on his knees to take his shirt off by the back of his collar.

“So you’re the cowboy in this situation?” you teased.

“What, you don’t think I’m wild enough?” He threw his shirt over on top of the dresser.

“Oh, I know how wild you can be,” you pulled him back down to your lips and roughly ran your fingers through his long, messy hair.

His fingers trailed your waist under your shirt, leaving fire behind his light touch. Just as he unbuttoned your jeans you were interrupted by a voice from downstairs. “Lunch is ready!”

You only pulled Bucky closer intending to ignore the supper call.

“Lunch is ready, get down here!”

Bucky laughed, his body rumbling above you as you hooked your fingers in his belt loops, attempting to lock him in place.

“Come on, doll. She won’t tell us again.”

You groaned as he left the bed, walking over to cover his beautiful body with his shirt. You sat up and buttoned your jeans and ran your fingers through your now tangled hair.

As soon as Bucky opened the door, you shut it again and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, bringing him down to you for one last sloppy kiss. Leaving him wanting more, you opened the door and walked out first, him trailing behind you. You heard the bedroom door click closed and then felt a spank on your backside as you walked down the hall.

“Hey not in front of the kids!” Steve was playing referee.

After you all ate a huge lunch to make up for missing breakfast, you and Bucky helped clean the dishes. You washed, he dried. You couldn’t help but laugh at his huge hands gently drying the tiny dishes.

“What are you laughing at?” he swatted you with the towel.

You retaliated by splashing him with your wet hands. “You!”

He quickly put the towel on the counter and pinned your hands behind your back, landing a kiss on your lips that was once again interrupted.

“We’re bringing the kids out to feed the horses. Why don’t you two come?”

You looked over at the back door and giggled when you saw Tony following the three kids out. You turned to Bucky. “I’m gonna go. Wanna come?”


You laced your fingers in his and followed the family of five and Tony out to the barn. Clint and Tony slid the barn doors to the side, revealing a large barn with two rows of stables.

You couldn’t hide the smile on your face. The familiar smell that most people hated, you loved. It smelled like home.

You walked up to the first stable on the right, playing with the nose of the horse standing there. The horse’s large, soft lips spread, playfully showing her teeth to you.

Tony passed you and Bucky struggling to hold a saddle in his hands. “Come on, (Y/N), Clint said you would do this with me.”

You laughed. “He did, did he?” you gave Clint a playful glare.

Clint shrugged and you shook your head, a soft laugh leaving your lips. You looked up at Bucky. “Wanna come?”

“Doll, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You smiled. He only knew you as the city girl. “I won’t. I’ve done this before.” You grabbed a halter from a hook on the wall and followed Tony out the door to the ring.

You were entertained watching Tony balance the blanket and saddle on the horses back. “Hey, Clint, we may need some help over here.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, (Y/N), I’m doing just fine,” Tony lied as he struggle to tie the girth of the saddle.

When Clint was busy chasing his kids, you decided your were the one who had to help Tony, or else the horse would trick him into tying the saddle too loose, which would lead to a broken Iron Man.

You easily fit the saddle to the tall, brown horse, and tied the girth in the intricate knot.

“I could’ve done that,” Tony protested when you finished.

“Mmhmm.” You smirked.

Clint came over just in time to help Tony on the horse. After about 10 minutes, he finally sat high on the saddle, Clint walking the horse around the ring.

“Midnight’s yours today.” Your spun around to see Laura holding a beautiful black horse out to you. She patted the saddle sitting on the bench.

“That’s alright.” You said no to the saddle. She grinned and gave you the reigns.

You turned to Bucky and asked him one more time, “Sure you don’t wanna come?”

“Nah, I’ll just watch.”

“Scared of some horse, huh, Barnes?!” Tony yelled from inside the ring, making Bucky furious.

He turned to you, his jaw clenched, his voice low. “I am not afraid of a horse.”

You took his hand and looked at the stressed man in front of you. It had been a long week, and Tony taunting him was the cherry on top. “James Buchanan Barnes, you are the bravest man I know. I know you’re not afraid of a horse.”

You kissed him and felt him grin beneath your lips.

“Go have fun.” He sighed. “And then you’re going to tell me how you know how to do this.” He said to you.

You turned a bucket upside down to give you a boost. Slinging your leg over, you sat on the horse’s bare back, a feeling you missed and couldn’t be replaced.

Your horse walked over to Tony’s and for a few minutes, you simply reveled in the rhythmic swaying as you circled the ring.

“How does she feel, (Y/N)?” Clint asked from his place on the ground.

“Good. Really good, Clint. Thank you.”

“Yeah, you’re doing a good job. Almost as good as me.” Tony said cockily.

“Okay, Tony. Thanks.” You said as you nudged Midnight, telling her to work up to a trot. You traveled around the ring, laughing at Tony’s dumbfounded expression.

You were about to lap Tony again when Clint pointed to an open gate leading to a wide, grassy pasture. “Go on out.”

You took the invitation. As soon as Midnight trotted through the gate, you nudged her and clicked your tongue, her speed increasing to a full gallop out into the pasture.

The wind whipped your hair around your face, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the freedom you hadn’t felt since you left home to become an Avenger. You loved being a part of the team and you wouldn’t trade it for anything, but you missed living on a farm. You were not a city girl at heart and you didn’t realize how jailed you felt in the concrete jungle until now.

Midnight reached the far gate of the pasture, and you jumped off, letting her graze on the long green grass. You leaned on the fence looking out into the rolling hills and daydreamed about moving back up here sometime in the future. Having your own farm and your own big white house and your own kids and your own horses.

And then your thoughts drifted to Bucky. He was a city boy. Has been his whole life. You didn’t think he would like to live out in the country. Brooklyn was his home. As long as you were with Bucky, you would be okay, you decided.

You stepped on the fence to give you enough of a boost to get back on Midnight without the stirrups of a saddle. You turned her back around to where you came from and told her to walk on. You spun around and laid down on her back as she carried you back to your love and her stable.

Bucky caught you as you slid off the horse’s back. “You have some ‘splainin’ to do, baby.”

“I do.” You nodded as you closed the door of Midnight’s stable after giving her some carrots.

“Clint, can we borrow a truck?” You wanted to take Bucky somewhere away from the team so you could talk.

“Sure, but can you drive standard?”

“Clint.” You said dryly, insulted he could think you didn’t know how to drive a pickup.

He laughed and tossed you the keys. “The blue one in the back.” He pointed around the barn.

You thanked him and took Bucky’s hand as you started walking.

“Wait!” You spun around to the small voice yelling your way. Clint’s three kids were holding blankets and pillows bigger than their bodies, and Laura carried a picnic basket.

“These are for you.” She said, handing Bucky the basket.

“You should count the stars in the truck! We’ve counted a hundred so you gotta beat that,” Lila said.

You laughed and nodded. “We’ll try.”

You threw the mess of blankets and pillows in the bed of the small chevy and rounded the tires to the driver’s seat.

Once you were both buckled in you heard Bucky say your name. You turned to him in the passenger seat and chuckled at his curious and patient expression. His eyebrows were pushed up, his head tilted, waiting for your explanation.

“Let’s just get where we’re goin’ and I’ll tell you everything you wanna hear.” When he nodded in agreement, you leaned over and kissed his lips.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for the short ride. You smiled as he took in the sun setting on the winding back roads. You could drive these roads with your eyes closed, you knew them so well.

After about 10 minutes, you pulled off to the left of the road in a clearing, back end first.

You put the truck in park and jumped down out of the seat. Bucky followed, holding the picnic basket.


You hummed in agreement. Before you was a beautiful view of the sun setting on the hills. Farther down the steep way was a pasture full of cows grazing, the bells around their necks faintly chiming with their movement. You could see miles and miles of flat, green land. Not a building above two stories in sight, just the way you liked it.

You circled to the back of the truck, opening the door of the bed and sitting on it. Bucky jumped up and sat next to you, placing the picnic basket on the other side of him, so it wouldn’t create space between you.

He pulled out two huge chicken salad sandwiches, a big bowl of macaroni, and two mystery mason jars. He unscrewed one and gave it a sniff. “Iced tea” he declared.

The only sound between you was the ruffling of the plastic wrap as you both pulled it off your sandwiches, until Bucky finally broke the air. “Okay, start from the beginning.”

You laughed with your mouth full. “Well.” you swallowed and spun around to the road. “My house is right down that driveway.”

“You grew up here?”

You nodded taking another bite of your sandwich.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

You started spooning macaroni salad on a little plate. “I’m not supposed to say anything. I’m not even supposed to know this is my town. It keeps Clint’s family, and mine, more safe if nobody knows. But Clint told me I could tell you the truth.”

Bucky set his sandwich down on his lap. “So your family has no idea we’re 300 feet away from your house.”

“More like a quarter mile” you corrected through a full mouth. His look of confusion made you laugh. “It’s a long driveway.”

He shook his head and chuckled, eating about a third of his sandwich in one bite.

“Do they still live there?”

You nodded.

He paused like he was unsure whether or not to ask the question on his mind. “Do you wanna go see them?”

This time you shook your head no. “It’s too dangerous right now.” You finished your dinner and put the remnants back in the basket. “And it’s hard for them that I left. The rest of you guys- the team,” you looked at the man next to you and chose your words cautiously. “Your families aren’t… around. Or they’re in another realm.” You both laughed as the mood brightened. “My family’s right here. And me becoming an Avenger wasn’t the plan.”

He understood without you having to explain further. “You were supposed to stay.”

“And take over the farm.” You nodded. “But I just couldn’t. When I found out I could help people… we have a duty, ya know?”

“I do know.” He gave you a comforting and knowing kiss and rested his forehead on yours. “But our only duty tonight is counting the stars.”

He jumped off the end of the truck and put the picnic basket in the passenger seat. Your laughter rang out in the field as you spread the blankets and pillows out in the bed of the truck. You hadn’t noticed how dark it had gotten, all the stars were already out.

You laid next to Bucky and closed the door of the bed and tucked yourself under the blankets. Once you were settled, he wrapped his arms around you tightly and you rested your head on his strong shoulder.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw that” he said, pointing to the dippers in the sky.

You hummed and closed your eyes, a sigh of complete contentment leaving your lips. Your drew nonsense patterns on his chest while he ran his fingers up and down your spine.

After a long while, his low voice grumbled in his chest. “We could move up here. Later.”

You snorted. “And leave the city? No way.”

“(Y/N), I’m serious. I’ve never seen you as happy as you were today. I know you miss this.” You heard him take a deep breath and felt him kiss your forehead. “I love you so much, babe, as long as I’m with you, we could live anywhere.” He rolled onto his side, propping himself on his elbow to look down at you.

“We can move up here, have Sunday dinners with your family, have our own huge white farm house, I’ll get over my horse fear, we’ll have five kids running around… hell, we’ll start makin’ babies right now!” He dove down and placed open mouth kisses on your neck, his chest shaking with laughter.

You shrieked and laughed and tried to push him away. “Bucky! No!”

He pulled away and looked into your eyes. His brilliant blues were shining bright, even in the dark. “Okay, we’ll start that process later,” he said. You giggled and brushed his long hair out of his eyes and propped the locks behind his ear.

“I’m serious, doll.”

“I know you are.”

He nodded, he knew you understood. He leaned down, his lips meeting yours, in soft, slow kisses. His hands patiently cupped your cheeks and gently tangled in your long hair.

You wrapped your limbs around his warm body, your arms around his shoulders, your legs around his waist.

His body shook as a chuckle spilled out his lips. “So you wanna practice making babies?”

“Practice makes perfect,” you mumbled against his lips.

“And now there’s no Barton to interrupt us.”

“Good point.” You held him close and deepened your kiss.

You held onto the hem of his shirt and pulled it off his glistening body, and he followed suit, doing the same to you. His lips traveled from your mouth to your neck, his nose grazing your jaw as he went, sending shivers up and down your spine.

His metal fingers effortlessly unhooked your bra, opening your chest to him. He took his time admiring your body, as you reveled in the work of his mouth and hands.

When you couldn’t stand the emptiness between your legs any longer, you yanked his lips up to yours once more and palmed him, quickly leading to you unbuttoning his jeans.

You heard his breathing get heavier and faster and you watched his chest rise and fall as he pulled your jeans and panties down your legs in one fellow swoop.

His kiss was passionate and deep and he gasped against your mouth as you pumped his length, feeling the precum around his tip. “Oh, baby” he moaned softly.

He took himself from you and entered you slowly and gently, not stopping until he filled you completely. You groaned into his kiss as he tenderly thrust in and out of you. This man knew just what to do to make you unravel at the seams.  

His pace was slow and deliberate. You could still see him clearly in the dark night. His eyes were smiling and bright, his long hair framed his handsome face and stuck to his forehead slightly. You kissed his neck and shoulders, feeling his pronounced muscles under your lips.

His quiet moans and grunts sent electricity through you. His sounds alone could send you over the edge.

His thrusts became more wild as he was rising to his climax. With every plunge, he drove into your g-spot, driving you mad and swiftly bringing you to orgasm. You came under him, shaking and arching, squeezing and scratching his muscular back. He held you, caressing you and kissing you until his own climax hit and your name fell off his lips over and over.

He pulled out of you and and rolled to your side, his lips never leaving yours. He pulled you close to him, keeping you safe from the cool summer night air. His chin was resting on your hair as you both counted the stars.

You couldn’t believe you could love someone this much. His words rang in your ears over and over. He wanted a family with you, he wanted your life, to raise your children as you were raised. You wanted to give him that.

Not right now, of course. But him thinking about the future touched you in a way you’ve never felt before. After all he’s been through, he chose you.

“I love you.” His words broke through your thoughts.

“I love you too.”

After you counted 105 stars, you allowed yourself to fall asleep in his arms under the country summer sky.

In the morning you folded the blankets and headed back to the farm house.

“Okay, that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve seen in my 99 years.”

“What?” you chuckled.

“You driving stick shift.”

You let out a loud laugh and felt heat rising to your cheeks. You were glad the windows were open to give you some fresh air.

You parked the truck where you found it and jumped out to see the team holding their packed duffel bags.

“Welcome back.” Steve gave you and Bucky a knowing look at shook his head with teasing disappointment. “Grab your bags, we’re leaving in 10.”

“Leaving?” You asked, trying to hide the sadness in your voice.

“Yeah, the coast is clear. SHIELD’s intact so we’re heading back to the tower.”

Bucky’s hand rubbed circles on your lower back as the two of you started up the driveway to the house.

You fought the tears brimming in your eyes as you buzzed around the bedroom and threw your clothes into your duffel.


“Mmm?” You hummed zipping up your bag.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.”

You blinked away the tears threatening to fall and looked at the man you loved so dearly.

“You don’t have to be so brave and strong all the time, ya know.” He walked over to you and rubbed your arms.

Your smile pushed the tears out of your eyes and down your cheeks. Bucky encased you in a hug, his arms tight around you, his fingers running through your hair. You pushed your face into his chest and felt the streams tickle your cheeks.

After his soothing voice and soft caressing calmed your cries, you finally spoke. “I just thought we’d be here longer.”

“Someday, we’ll never leave” he assured you.

Bucky held you close on the car ride back to the tower. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched the exit sign for your hometown pass.

“We’ll come back soon, baby. I promise” he whispered in your ear so only you could hear.

After the team arrived at the tower and unpacked, you all went out to your favorite pizza place that Steve and Bucky used to go to before the war.

“So (Y/N), where’d you learn to ride a horse?” Tony asked, his mouth full of pizza.

You decided to have some fun with him.

“Oh, I never learned. Yesterday was my first time on a horse. I just kinda… did it.”

You struggled to keep a straight face when his jaw went slack.

“You just kinda did it? You’re kidding right?”

“Tony, where would I learn to ride a horse in New York City?”

Clint, Steve, and Bucky choking on their drinks almost gave you away.

“She’s just a quick learner, Stark.” Steve backed up your white lie.

“She’s a natural.” Clint also came to your aid.

You shrugged and Tony took a defeated bite of his pizza and you giggled when Bucky pinched your thigh and shook his head at your teasing.

On your walk home, you and Bucky lingered behind the team.

“You alright, doll?”

You nodded your head and grabbed his hand. “As long as I’m with you, we could live on the moon and I’d be happy.”

He smiled, his teeth shining bright in the neon lights of the New York streets. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your head. “Tony could probably arrange that.”

You stopped the truck and took a deep breath. “Are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.” Bucky jumped out of his seat and rounded the truck to open the door for you.

He took your hand, lacing his fingers in yours and walked you up to the door of the large house.

You paused before ringing the door bell listening to the commotion inside and smelling the scent of supper sneaking out the crack under the front door.

Bucky tilted your chin up to his and placed a quick kiss on your lips before ringing the bell.

“Comin’.” You heard a man yell from inside the house.

The front door opened and bright light and delicious smells drifted onto the porch.

“Hi. Um, this is my fiance, Bucky.”

Your dad stood in the doorway, a huge smile on his face. Your mom wiped her hands with a dish towel, tears pooling in her eyes.

“Come on in honey. Everyone’s here. They’ll be so happy to see you.”



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I’m Talkin’ About Your Body

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I’m Talkin’ About Your Body
Rated: Mature

Part I?  Kiss Scenes

Mino knew he messed up again. It was one of those things where he could see himself fucking up but couldn’t help but do it anyway. You knew he was preparing for a solo comeback just before his subunit but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you the video or song concept.

You absolutely weren’t going to be happy about it, especially after the whole Baby Baby music video.

But it was always easier to beg for forgiveness than for permission. Wasn’t it?

When he finally arrived home he gasped seeing a bunch of boxes stacked outside of your shared apartment. “Jagi!” Mino knocked on the door frantically “I’m sorry” Honestly on a scale of how mad you could have been, having his things neatly stacked outside versus thrown onto the lawn wasn’t too bad.

You opened the door and he let out a relieved sigh. “I can explain-”

You crossed your arms over your chest, as Junhoe carried another box outside of the apartment and stacked it beside his things. “Hey, Noona. Can I keep this speaker?”

“Sure go for it.”

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Three Months

Part 2

Characters: Taeyong x You, ft. Doyoung, Kun

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1,141


“Y/N!” my boss called, as he walked over to me. “Yes, Kun?” I answered him back, curious to what the Young Chinese male had to say. “Your shift is over for today, hope you have a safe trip home” he flashed me a smile. “Alright, you too” I chimed, as I strode around the massive Theatre’s to get to the Employee Room. “Three months of working here, and I still get lost. No matter how long I’ll work here, I’m bound to get lost three times a day” I hissed, so silent that even the wind would be jealous.

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More self-indulgent KaiShin fic for all y'all.  Hope you enjoy!

“Everything alright, Shinichi?” Ran asked.  Shinichi didn’t bother to lift his gaze from his coffee.  He tried not to sigh, but evidently his expression gave him away.  Ran sighed for him.  “I guess not.  Want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”  What was there to talk about?  He hadn’t felt this horrible in years, which could mean only one thing.

“So, Kuroba, huh?”

So much for not talking about it.  “Apparently.”

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