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request: Hey love, can I request StevexReaderxBucky? All early 20s. Reader works with law/business. She was close with Bucky or Steve(you choose) growing up/in high school. But they just lost touch. Reader meets Steve/Bucky for the first time & they live in the same building. Reader finds out either one/both Steve & Bucky are strippers. Maybe readers inexperienced but flirty (sleeps w/people she likes). Nat & Reader are sisters- they’re both gorgeous & close.

pairing: steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

word count: 6017

warnings: smut, threesome, oral (male receiving), fingering, breath play, praise kink, stripping, small amounts of dry humping

a/n: 9 pages and five hours later! also changed a few aspects of the request so the fic worked well.

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

The moment you walked through the entrance of your apartment complex, you knew something was different despite not knowing what it was. You tried to push the feeling away as you made your way to the elevator smiling at your neighbours as you did, you may have been tired after a day of hard work but nothing stopped you from being polite to those around you.

As soon as the elevator doors opened with a ding you quickly scurried your back against the cool metal wall and your head leaning back as you let out a long sigh. You were beyond tired as well as beyond annoyed, your boss made you stay at work two hours later than usual and you were exhausted. All you wanted to do was go to your apartment and crawl into your bed and sleep until you woke up the next morning for work.

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hello! i would like to share with you my favourite tv series with LGBT characters. ( my favourites bolded)

  • The fosters - a family drama about a biracial lesbian couple with biological fostered and adopted children whom one of them is gay.
  • Glee -  a school drama featuring a glee club.  featuring various lgbt characters. 
  • shadowhunters - a gay insecure boy falls in love with his best friend before meeting a freewheeling bisexual warlock.

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Father's Day

This one shot was written for @glitzthings by request (Sorry it’s late my friend!). I hope this is okay, I’ve been having the worst case of writer’s block lately.


Vegeta folds his arms tighter around his chest, sinking further down into his seat. An impatient groan escapes his lips, as soft as a sleeping breath, but still earns him a scowl from his wife. Her sapphire eyes burn the color of gasoline fire and say all of the words hidden behind the confines of her lips, making him turn his head away. He gets it; she doesn’t need to look at him like that anymore. He clicks his teeth loud enough to tell her so, but he can still feel her heated stare  shredding the skin on his neck.  He ignores her, and instead decides to make a mental list of the worst moments in his life.

1) Frieza. Enough said.
2) Kakarot. A tolerable ending, but their beginnings will always stain his tongue with acid.
3) Any combination of 1 and 2.
4) What he’s doing at this exact moment.

He feels a palm on his thigh and he whips his head back to his left, expecting to meet the cooling eyes of his hot tempered spouse. She’s gotten bored of his tantrum apparently as her eyes are glued to the stage, smiling widely with excitement. Instead, he catches the stare of his son, who’s sporting the same goofy grin as his mother, his  lavender hair hanging loosely in his eyes.

“Papa,” he tries to whisper, his voice cracking with manhood, “She’s coming on now!”

Vegeta nods, thankful that  Trunks can read him so easily. Bulma expects him to be dutiful and pay attention, but Vegeta knows the boy is just as bored as he is. In fact, if a certain doppelganger of Kakarot were not keeping him company right now, he is sure that Trunks would be playing away on the noisy game he likes to carry around. Or even better, causing some sort of mischief.

“Do it like we practiced, Bra!” Bulma whispers, raising her fists with anticipation. Vegeta cocks an eyebrow to this, wondering exactly the woman has planned. If it’s anything like he’s become used to for the past decade and some change, he knows it’ll be interesting. Chaotic, undoubtedly, but interesting.

Vegeta turns his attention to the stage finally, peering over the heads of rows of parents and children alike. No matter how much it pains him to admit it, he’s short. And short people, no matter how powerful, struggle to see past taller men who refuse to take better seats. Especially when Bulma insists they sit towards the back so Bra doesn’t get nervous when she sees them. He grunts louder this time, even letting a curse slip from his dirty lips. Several parents turn around in their seats and glare at him. Vegeta lets out a warning growl that’s similar to a bark and they change their minds in their judgment. Their faces go whiter than his tense knuckles and they turn around with no further complaints. He’s earned himself a heavy slap on the knee from Bulma. He grins wickedly as he sits with no regret. He never tires of putting inferiors in their places.

A miniature Bulma walks across the stage past her peers, her chin aimed pointedly high in the air. She oozes confidences and the children don’t like it. Vegeta has heard Bra complain about then to Bulma at bed time before. “They’re so boring, Mama,” she says in her five year old sleepy voice, “And they don’t want to talk to me.” Bulma asks her how she feels about it. Bra pulls the thick blanket to her chest and says truthfully, “I can beat them up so I don’t care.”

Vegeta has never been more proud.

Her actions prove her words true as she glides to the microphone, earning attentive eyes from the audience and her peers. A bright yellow banner hangs over her head, Father’s Day Assembly sprawled across the fabric. An arrogant smile —his arrogant smile— steals her face as she looks over the crowd. Her eyes land on his and she smiles and waves, a look of sincere glee coming over her features. He feels  the immediate embarrassment, but puts up two fingers in this air as a salute so she won’t cry about it later. He ignores Bulma’s yelping about how ‘cute’ the situation is.

“My name is Bra Briefs,” she says into the microphone, a little too low for Vegeta’s tastes, and he wants to tell her to talk louder, “And this is the story of my papa, Vegeta.” She extends a tiny palm in his direction. The stage lights hover over him and he grits his teeth. The parents don’t bother to turn and look, having already been bitten with his venom. He sits with patience until the light is back on Bra and then finally grumbles under his breath.

“In order to tell this story, my friends said they would help me out. So I hope you enjoy this play! Me and my Mama worked real hard on it!” She turns to the curtain, the red of her ponytail ribbon matching the fabric perfectly. “Guys?”

Vegeta is interested now, but the curiosity turns to vile as he watches Kakarot, Gohan, Piccolo and Krillin take center stage. They all seem embarrassed to be here, especially Piccolo. He hears a few parents wonder if he’s feeling sick. Vegeta questions what sort of manipulation Bulma’s used to get them to be here.
“My Papa was a proud prince,” she starts, and an exact mirror of Vegeta walks smoothly on stage. He does a double take at first. Tarble? He’s about to question it further until he spots the tail and how wrong it is. It’s pink and curly where it should be long and brown. Of course Oolong would agree; he’s caught the Sunday dinner staring at his wife’s breasts a little too long on multiple occasions.

“He was the strongest prince of everyone in his kingdom, and no one could beat him, not even giant refrigerators and freezers!” Oolong-Vegeta flexes his muscles in a dramatic fashion, while kicking over a fridge prop, cleverly painter with specks of purple. This elicits a laugh out of Vegeta, but he keeps it low so Bulma doesn’t hear.

“One day, my Papa got too strong and he got bored. So he flew to Earth to rule over the people there.” Oolong is pretending to fly in a circle, getting closer to the four men to Bra’s right. “And when he came, a group of men who were…umm…Mama, what’s that word again?”

“Naïve!” Bulma yells, and Bra smiles widely.

“That’s right, naïve. The group of men were naïve and thought they could beat him up.” A flash of anger rolls over Piccolo’s face. Vegeta hopes Bulma’s brought a camera.

“Aarrghh, I am Vegeta! Prince of all Saiyans! And I will whoop your butt!” Oolong is a bad actor and his voice is too squeaky to rival Vegeta’s. And  most important, Vegeta thinks, is that he would never use the words, “Whoop your butt.” Obliterate you? Sure. Send you the fiery pits of hell? Absolutely. But never, “I’m going to whoop your butt.” It sounds like a parent chastising a child, but he listens on anyways.

“No, Vegeta, we can’t let you do that,” Gohan is trying to act, but he’s too serious about it, “So please leave here at once.”

“I’m going to whoop your butt first, Goha—err — stranger!” Oolong produces some sort of contraption and confetti sprays in Gohan’s direction. Gohan dramatically falls to the stage, claiming he has been defeated. Goku starts laughing wildly, and Vegeta declares he will kill the man if he messes up his daughter’s stage play.

“One by one, the men come to fight my papa, but they are too weak and pathetic so they die,” Bra says this with such pride that Vegeta’s heart swells. Piccolo and Krillin fall to the ground, yelling  how strong Vegeta is. He turns to look at Bulma briefly, unable to believe that she would agree to help Bra with this inaccurate play.  She shrugs, as if indicating that this was all Bra’s idea.

“But one man didn’t seem to get it, so Papa had to put him in his place.” Goku grins and crouches down into his fighting stance, looking too seriously at Oolong-Vegeta. The buffoon. He can’t even pretend to fight without getting a hard on. Vegeta scoffs at his pathetic mannerisms.

“Even though you’re so much stronger than me, and I could never  ever beat you, I will fight you Vegeta!” Strangely enough, Goku isn’t bad at reciting his lines. Vegeta swallows away the compliment, mildly upset it penetrated his mind in the first place.

“Bring it on, Goku! “ Oolng pretends to fight Goku, once again disappointing Vegeta with his misrepresentation. He watches the two prance about and shoot fake lasers at each other. Goku is losing on purpose, and Vegeta relishes in how satisfactory the feeling is.

“After a long battle, the man does a horrible, miserable death—“

“Oh no! I’m dying so miserably!”

“—Ending any defiance against my Papa. So he became the prince, no, the king of Earth. And he even found his queen in the audience!” Another person emerges from the curtain, wearing one of Bulma’s old dresses with a cheap blue wig on their head. Its Yamcha, Vegeta notices with disdain, and he’s tried a little too hard to dress like Bulma. She’s having several fits of laughter at his side, unable to even look at the stage anymore. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips. Bulma is a devious genius.

“Oh Vegeta,” Yamcha has his hands resting at his cheek and his voice is higher in range, “Even though I’ve got a totally awesome boyfriend who’s the best thing that ever happened to me, I just can’t resist the Prince of Darkness!”

“Hmph,” Oolong-Vegeta folds his arms and closes his eyes, “Your boyfriend sucks. Drop that zero and get with a real man, pathetic woman.” Finally Oolong has gotten Vegeta correctly.

Yamcha runs daintly towards Oolong and they hug, although Yamcha has to bend down to embrace him. Vegeta grits his teeth and wants to yell out that he’s not  that short, and how the only time Bulma’s bending over is in the bedroom, but their children are present. He’s sure he’s scarred then enough already.

“And then my Mama and Papa got married and had me and brother Trunks! He’s still the strongest man on the planet,” he watches as her eyebrows mesh together in an angry fashion and her entire mood changes, “And if any of you ever disagree with me or him, he’ll make you all die a miserable and scary de—“

“Okay and thank you Ms. Briefs!” The principal of Bra’s school intervenes, her face a cloudy mix of disbelief and shock. She tries to laugh off her nerves by complimenting Bra on her creative imagination. The adults in the audience have covered their children’s ears and look toward the stage in fright. Vegeta lets out a heartfelt laugh, focusing unwanted attention on him. He’s clutching his belly as he bends over, not remembering the last time he was this entertained. The Briefs women have definitely outdone themselves.

Bra doesn’t bother to sit with her peers, instead walking off stage and heading directly to them. Her face is beaming as she approaches, running straight to Vegeta and hopping in his lap. She throws her arms around his neck and he lets her, feeling like she’s more than earned public affection.

“How did I do Papa?” she whispers in his ear, tossing a thumbs up to Trunks, Goten and Bulma.

Vegeta smiles and stands, seeing no reason to stay for the rest of this catastrophe. He gets it; these children like their inadequate fathers and their boring jobs of teachers and salesmen. But had their fathers ever saved the world? Ever brought them back to life? No? Then he has no interest in praising them.

He cradles Bra in his arms as they exit, and leans in close to her ear so that only she can hear. “It’s the best Father’s Day gift I’ve ever received,” he says and means it. “Just don’t tell your brother.”

I haven’t edited this, so please forgive any errors

also I may or may not have written this while I’m drunk soooo
Imagine Dragons' Dan Reynolds Talks New Album 'Evolve' & Bigotry in Mormonism: 'To Be Gay Is Beautiful and Right and Perfect'

After Glee featured Imagine Dragons’ “It’s Time” in 2012 during an episode in which gay character Blaine sings it to his boyfriend Kurt, the band’s frontman Dan Reynolds started receiving letters from gay fans. They wrote him to praise the song but also to say his Mormon upbringing probably meant he doesn’t accept their sexual orientation.

“That was devastating and it broke my heart to get letters like that,” said Reynolds, now an outspoken ally to the LGBTQ community and recent recipient of the Trevor Project’s Hero Award for his advocacy efforts.


For your TrevorLIVE performance on June 19, you opened with “It’s Time,” which was a song the TV show Glee featured when Blaine sang it to his boyfriend Kurt. Do you remember that? And what impact do you think that moment has had on your career?

I do remember that. I just saw [Glee alum] Darren Criss a few days ago, and we reminisced about that because he sang it. Glee had a huge impact on the band because it helped our first song take off and it had a huge impact on a lot of people, especially within the gay community.

Curious Situations

Originally posted by ya-oru

Summary: Mark is still jealous and determined… but, how do you feel?

So, in contrast to the last, I thought it’d be good to get this from Reader’s perspective to show both! This is a lot shorter, but hopefully you’ll like it all the same! ;3 Also, recommend listening to this while reading! (Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys) 

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    The slamming of doors had become a constant in your life by now, but that didn’t mean they would hurt any less. Rising tempers caused another fight between you and Evan, for the past few weeks, it seemed like that was all you did anymore. There wasn’t any sentiment or love between you, just pent up frustration and misunderstandings. He’d been so upset lately… You never knew why, you’d try to help- only he would push you away and get pissy. Which in turn, would make you upset and for the first few times, you just walked away. But after a while, you began to fight back and try to figure out what was wrong. He’d never say- but the fighting seemed like an endless loop of going back and forth between each other. Then, the two of you’d storm off, either leaving the apartment or disappearing into your room.

      It was just exhausting by this point.

     Maybe that was why you spend more time with Mark.

     You knew it was probably wrong; spending time with an ex as you fight with your boyfriend- usually not the ideal situation, right? But, that was your situation. The worst part about it was that you started to have feelings for him again, yet your feelings towards Evan had only declined. You felt guilty; you weren’t cheating on him, of course, though it somehow felt like you were still betraying him. Albeit, were you even sure if you wanted to be with Evan anymore?

     You weren’t, but the sound his door makes- the pounding, smashing sound against the its frame that meant he was upset with you, it hurt and gave a gut wrenching feeling that you hated beyond belief. Whatever caused you two to fall so low, also made you want to escape- escape directly into the loving embrace of your ex and feel the warmth that you’ve missed.

     That’s why, even after the argument today, you went to see Mark in a hope that he’d be able to brighten your day in a way that Evan no longer could. 

      But, you didn’t expect to be in the situation you were in now. Stuffed together on a couch, sat between his legs and back against his chest as he absentmindedly played a game, you’d be playing along if it weren’t for your distracted mind. There were too many thoughts that buzzed about in your mind and they wouldn’t let you focus.   

     Your stare was blank and held sorrow- not many words were shared, instead, you enjoyed listening to the rhythm of his heart and the feeling of the rise and fall of his chest, it brought you peace like many times before. You felt his muscles move as he played and soon, your eyes shifted from the screen and onto him.

     A ghost of a smile crept up on your lips, this moment reminded you so much of the past.

     You missed Mark, there was no doubt about that. These were the secrets you held in your heart, and they were a lot harder to hide than you thought they’d be. It almost seemed as if Mark knew, and even more so, shared them. Could that have been possible?

     If he did, then was it even worth hiding them?

     Before you knew it, a consequential confession slipped past your lips.

     “I’m breaking up with Evan.”

     It came out as a mumble, it caught an ounce of Mark’s attention, but he hadn’t heard exactly what you said.

     “Say again?”

     “I’m breaking up with Evan.” You repeated, louder this time. It caught his full attention, he paused the game to look at you- though you could tell he wasn’t surprised. 

     “What happened?” That was his question, and quite frankly, you let out a soft laugh at that. Mark must have known, didn’t he? It was so plain to see, after all.

      You sat up, made contact with those beautiful brown orbs and as the clock ticked away, the two of you got lost in each other’s eyes. Your answer was simple and hardly audible, but he seemed to hear it as loud as day.


    Mark’s breath caught in his throat as you watched his reaction, he wasn’t upset and if anything, it looked as if a new light or wave of glee spread across his features. A hand reached out and caressed your cheek, you felt your heart racing and you swore you could hear it too. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled you closer and soon with both his and your own eyes shut, his lips brushed against yours. You returned the action that unknowingly sent his heart a flame. The silent conversation stopped, though the feelings lingered and with foreheads pressed together and smiles spread across lips, you opened your eyes to meet his warm, mesmerizing gaze.



     “I wanna be yours,” You needed to be, you were like a moth drawn to his light. Evan, well, he was a glow stick in comparison to Mark’s Olympic torch. You wanted to be with him again, you wanted to be his.

      “You’ve no idea how happy that makes me, chickadee,” And sure enough, you watched as his eyes lit up with exuberance.

     You were certain your eyes mirrored his own in this loving moment. It felt as though this moment liberated your heart from the oppressing clouds of frustration Evan created. And soon after this realization, you dove back in for another kiss from the man who freed you.


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First of all I’d like to ask people to stop calling BTS “legends”. They are not legends yet. I’m not saying that they will never be legends, but they aren’t at that level yet… the group is also only four years old.

I am in no way dissing BTS nor am I saying that they are not as good as the other groups and I am not saying that BTS doesn’t deserve what they have. My icon is Jimin for god’s sake…

So lets start with the follower count. BTS has 9M followers, there are 7 of them in the group and the members don’t have a personal twitter account or at least a public personal account. G Dragon has a little over 8M followers. 1 person with a little over 8M vs 7 people with 9M… who is the true global Korean artist? If you do the math its a little over 1M per bts member… G Dragon… one person has a little over 8M. Fans of BTS also like to say that BTS outsold G Dragon in amount of album sales. I mentioned this in a previous post about BTS’s album sales, people should really break it down and in articles they should mention that there are four versions of each album, it’s not like they pre-sold over one million with one version. However G Dragon pre-sold over one million with just one version of the album and its not even a conventional album… its a USB that you have to physically download all of the songs and photos. G Dragon is just one person and bts is a group of seven that achieved somewhat of what G Dragon… just a single person achieved… Do you understand what older kpop fans/Big Bang fans mean now? Lets also do it this way too… we all know BTS’s twitter follower count, lets add the big bang member’s twitter followers together, and it is about 15M all together, just about the same amount of followers that G Dragon has on Instagram.

I would also like to say to the BTS fans that mock Big Bang and 2ne1… If it wasn’t for them and the wonder girls billboard really wouldn’t have cared about kpop all together. Fantastic Baby, I am the best, Nobody and even SNSD’s the boys have garnered more attention,more radio play, and more coverage than DNA (and it seems like they have been getting most of their radio play in NorCal which Asian’s are more of the majority… just to clarify, I am in no way saying that non-Asians don’t listen to kpop). Fantastic Baby was even feature in Glee and Pitch Perfect. 2ne1 gained so much western attention. If Big Bang never got a nomination and walked on the EMA stage in 2011 BTS wouldn’t even be able to walk on a western stage. You have to thank Big Bang for opening the way for BTS to be in the billboard charts and walk on the stage. I don’t care what rank BTS gain on the billboard charts because if non-American fans didn’t change their VPN and overly stream the music video and make a US iTunes account BTS wouldn’t even be able to gain that ranking. how come no one is mentioning how Big Bang is the only kpop group that has 10 music videos with over 100M views?

Why is that when I mention how B.A.P has had the most #1’s on the Billboard world album chart that BTS fans practically make fun of B.A.P, its like the only way for them to feel satisfied with their group is the ranking they have and the views they have which is very sad to be honest. It seems like you are not confident in the group or you don’t feel validation as a fan or validation for listening to kpop. Maybe its because some of the fans are young and can’t afford to buy the albums physically and digitally. I have been in that position before, I started listening to kpop at a young age, the first two kpop albums I got were gifts and that was Big Bang’s Alive and G Dragon’s One Of A Kind. B.A.P’s badman was the first album I purchased on my own, I missed out on all of the Super Junior albums, four B.A.P albums and ten Big Bang albums, but I never felt like a lesser fan, nor did I feel the need shove my favorite groups in other peoples faces. There was only one time that I participated in a “mass streaming” and that was with Super Junior’s Mr. Simple, that was the first ever SM boy group music video to gain 100M views. Though looking back I probably annoyed the crap out of my friends and family for about a month or two… I even would put my phone on silent and stream the music video in class, I even made a playlist and had it loop the music video in my locker while I was in gym class. I am so embarrassed at my behavior to be honest. I also can’t believe that I actually get called a bad fan by only watching BTS’s music video once, I only watch music videos once now. Why? because I actually have stuff in my life to do… I go to cosmetology school which I am super passionate about and I have been preparing for surgery since last year which I’m getting next week 

There has also been one thing that has had me thinking ever since 2014. It seemed like after B.A.P was done promoting First Sensibility, were doing their LOE2014 tour, and after announced their hiatus BTS has started to garner attention and more fame, previously BTS was in B.A.P’s shadow. Now its just a thought, if B.A.P never went on hiatus would BTS even be where they are or would BTS still be in B.A.P’s shadow and B.A.P be where BTS is. 1004 and LOE2014 did gain quite a bit of attention too, they did quite a bit of western interviews the only thing that’s different is that none of the members were fluent in English so there was a language barrier.

I would also wish that the western media that does try to cover BTS stop acting like their fans are literally just S.Korea and the US. Outside of the Korean fans Japan has the most fans, why do you think that they cater so much to Japan, Go on so many Japanese shows, make Japanese versions of songs, and even make Japanese specific albums? Then after that its The Philippines and Singapore, btw western media… there are plenty of other countries that listen to BTS and there are plenty of Asian country that actually use English on a daily basis… just wanted to let you know that.

Through a Glass, Darkly

“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.” –1 Corinthians 13:12.

 At first, there was nothing. No light, no sound, no sense of direction. There was a strange sense of serenity to the abyss, the absence of being allowing for a complete calm.

There was no warning when the nothingness was shattered. It was abrupt, the fabric of reality warping and rippling to allow the guest to manifest. There was a burst of static, pieces of the being’s visage coming into focus, though when all had come together, he could hardly remain still. Limbs twitched, a manic grin spread further and split into laughter, blue eyes switching to black and then back. The silence was finally broken with giggles, soft and human at first and rising into uproarious, gleeful laughter.

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anonymous asked:

A teen sole saving one of the adult companions asses when they first meet? Teen sole getting frustrated when people say "you're just a kid, what do you know?" And decking them in the face and basically being very mature for their age.

((In my opinion, this wouldn’t be a common occurrence in the Fallout universe. People grow up a lot faster in harsh environments, and considering that in this universe sixteen is pretty much an adult, a teenager being talked down to doesn’t make a lot of sense. So, for the purposes of this reaction, Sole will be around twelve to thirteen.))

Cait: Focused on her current fight, she almost missed the chaos breaking out in the stands outside the arena. As she ended the match with a brutal blow to the back of the man’s head, she realized the gunfire blazing through the stands. The next thing she knew Tommy had pulled her into a corner as the battle in the bleachers continued.

Soon, the room fell silent, and… and a damn kid walked out, an over-sized wrench balanced on their thin shoulder like everything was cool. Blood stained the caps of their boots, and faint acne stood out on a grimy face. They hadn’t hit puberty yet, but the casually violent gleam in their eye spoke volumes.

“Uh, kid,” Tommy tried to begin, not quite sure what to say.

“Don’t call me kid.” The pipsqueak glared, hefting their wrench with a fierce look. “I just kicked all their asses. I ain’t a kid.”

Cait decided she liked ‘em.

Codsworth: He hummed a pleasant tune under his breath, or rather, low in his voice box. He wiped a semi-clean dishrag over the rusty car, and decided it looked much better after several hours of devoted scrubbing. (It did not.) But a clatter from the other room startled him, and the rag fell from his claw. His engine sputtering with nervous energy, he hovered back into the house, looking around for the source of the noise.

In one of the back rooms, the Mr. Handy found an adolescent, huddled in a corner of old nursery and trying not to be noticed. For a moment, something sharp and electrical rumbled in Codsworths’ torso. “Master Shaun?” he questioned, his voice soft.

They shook their head. A lock of hair shifted and revealed their face, and they didn’t resemble the old Master and Ma'am at all. A mix of relief and regret panged in the old robot’s chest. “Well. Ah.” His three-eyed gaze shifted to the toy car clutched in the young human’s hand. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

Curie: She brushed dust from her lab coat, busy pouring over a selection of microscopes and bacterial samples. Test tubes clinked as she set them down in their tray, and let out a sigh of satisfaction as she plucked her gloves from her fingers. She turned around and gasped, jerking back as she saw a child leaning over her test tubes. “Eloigne-toi de là!” she exclaimed, pulling them away. “That is very delicate!”

“Yeah, I know. Bacteria, isn’t it?” The adolescent squirmed in Curie’s grasp. “You’re making medicine and shit. I recognize those names from the words on pill bottles.”

Curie stopped, looking down at the young human with parted lips and an expression of shock on her face. “Why, yes. Yes, it is!” Glee lit up her features, and she bombarded the thirteen-year-old with question, and upon learning that they were on their own, proceeded to semi-adopt them. The kid took a bit of issue with this, but was willing to indulge Curie’s maternal yearnings as long as they got paid in potato crisps and bottlecaps.

Danse: Grumbling to himself, he sat down and leaned over a dusty desk in the Cambridge Police Station, writing out reports to be sent back to Maxson. He was engrossed in his work when something… crinkled. He stopped, looking up in confusion. “What-?”

Not a sound.

He looked back down again, and began writing. The crinkling resumed, louder and more insistent. Danse sat up, scanning the room. “Haylen, this is inappropriate. Stop this at once.”


Hoping he’d done enough, Danse looked back down, only to hear the crinkling resume as though it was right next to his ear. He growled and lunged up from his chair, but all his irritation dissipated as he caught sight of the pre-teen hiding beneath his desk, a packet of chips in their hand. “…Yo,” they said.

“Hi.” Suddenly Danse wished it was Haylen after all.

“You gonna kill me?”


“Well, shit.”

Deacon: The agent pushed his sunglasses up his nose, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he looked around the settlement marketplace. He was keeping an eye on a strange, pre-teen kid that’d wandered into the market. He watched them look over the goods like he had all the time in the world, and then, much to Deacon’s amusement, steal several small items when the shopkeepers weren’t paying attention.

But unfortunately for the confident Scavver Junior, one of the guards caught them trying to pocket a few bottles of purified water. The kid made an admirable effort, dropping excuses and smiles and squirms to  a degree that impressed even Deacon, so much so that he stepped forward, pressing a hand to the kid’s shoulder and giving the cop a quick explaination. Tossing a small pouch of caps to the guard, he whisked the kid into a dark alley before anyone could catch them. 

“Thanks,” the kid grumbled, taking out a bottle of water. 

“What - I don’t get any? I saved you from being locked up. I think I get a sip, at least.” The kid grunted and handed Deacon the bottle. He lifted it to his lips, took a drink, and when he looked back down, Scavver Junior had vanished. When his surprise faded, a slow, approving smile curved his lips.

Dogmeat: The canine snuffled the ground, dark paws padding along the dirt as he trailed the human’s scent. Dogmeat was a smart dog - no one could argue he wasn’t. And he had a bit of a knack for determining what humans were for eating, and what humans were for protecting. And judging by this human’s smell… This one felt like they needed his help.

Bounding up over a hill, Dogmeat startled the adolescent, hissing as they stumbled back on their injured leg. Approaching slowly, his tongue lolling from his mouth so as not to be threatening, the dog walked up to the human, bumping his wet nose against their palms. Noting the coppery smell of the human’s leg, he barked and darted off, racing away so fast the kid almost thought he’d abandoned them.

But he returned a few moments later, a stimpack held between his jaws, only slightly slobbered. Accepting the gift, the kid stuck the much-needed medicine into their thigh, sighing in relief. “Good doggy.” They ruffled the canine’s ears, and Dogmeat was presented with a gift of burnt Radroach meat. This arrangement made both dog and human very happy.

Hancock: He’s having a discussion with Fahrenheit outside the Old State House when the front door of Goodneighbor creaks open. On habit, he observes the new guest in the corner of his eye. Short, skinny, with a weapon bigger than they were. Classy. The tiny ones were always vicious. But he sees, with a curl of his lip, Finn going over with a sly smirk on his lips. He catches the word ‘protection,’ and holds up a finger to hush Fahrenheit.

He turns around, his coat billowing out behind him. He’s about to interrupt, about to give Finn a piece of his mind, when Tiny reaches up and clocks Finn right in the jaw, sending the man staggering back, eyes crossed. Finn shakes his head clear and steps forward with a growl, and Hancock hurriedly intervenes. One dagger to the ribs later, Finn’s no longer a problem, and Tiny’s got their arms crossed and a fierce look on their face.

The ghoul grins. “Welcome to Goodneighbor, pal. I think you’ll fit right in.”

Nick Valentine: Pouring over a stack of case files, he sighs, rubbing his temples with his metal claw. The door creaks, and he lifts his head, raising an eyebrow at the strange look on Ellie’s face. “Uh… Someone here to see you, Nick.” She steps into the room, fingers twisting in the fabric of her skirt, and the client walks in after her.

At least, Nick thinks it’s the client. Adolescents don’t generally come to private eyes. Either they need help locating a lost teddy, or something really, really bad happened to them. There’s no in between with kids. “What do you need, sport?” Valentine questions.

The kid scowls. “I’m not ‘sport.’ I’m Sole. And I need a favor. And if you’re gonna treat me like I don’t know what I’m talking about, I can take my business elsewhere.”

Nick’s eyebrows shoot into his forehead. He shares a brief look with Ellie, before gesturing to the chair opposite him at his desk. “Meant no disrespect. Please - take a seat. I’m all ears.”

MacCready: Winlock and Barnes grumble to themselves as they head back through the Third Rail. He thinks that’s the end of it, until light footsteps pad into the room, and he looks up, an eyebrow already raised before he even sees the intruder. It’s a kid, and the sour look on their face is enough to send his thoughts all the way back to Little Lamplight. “Yo. You a mercenary?” they question.

A smile tugs at his lips, but he knows grinning at this kid isn’t going to end well. He puts on his most serious face, and matches the kid’s gaze. “I am. You hiring?“ 

Seemingly pleased by the show of respect, the kid tosses a heavy sack of caps into his lap. “Sure as shit am.”

By the weight of it alone, Mac knows the bag is more than enough to buy his service. He grins. “Show me where to shoot, boss.”

Piper: “So who’s your friend, Nat?” She questions, looking between her sister and the pre-teen buying a paper. 

“I’m not her friend. I’m a customer,” the kid responds sharply. “Just passing through.” They hold out the paper, lifting their chin and making a show of reading the articles. Piper has to hold in a giggle. 

“Oh, of course. Sorry, my mistake.” The desire to smirk makes her lips twitch. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

The kid narrows their eyes at her, not sure if she’s joking or being serious. “I dunno. Got any free caps lying around?”

“No, but I’ve got Colas and Gum Drops inside.” She tilts her head, gesturing to the house next door. She smiles. “That sound good enough?”

“Sorry,” they smirk in reply. “My mom told me never to take candy from strangers.”

Preston: Sweat beads down his face as he fires into the crowd of raiders below him. He’s switched to a different target, finger curling around the trigger when he realizes that it’s not a raider he’s aiming for. “Hey!” he shouts, without thinking. “Kid! Get out of here!”

Then, distantly, over the sound of gunfire and laser bursts: “Fuck off!”

He’s too busy trying not to die to be surprised. Though that changes when a few careful shots from the kid down a couple raiders, and soon it’s just them, standing in the middle of the road. “Jesus,” he murmurs. “Hey! What’re you doing out here?” he calls down.

A beat. “Looking for caps. The hell does it look like?”

The Minuteman is a bit taken aback. “Where are your parents?” He can feel the eyeroll from here.

“What the fuck do you think? I just killed these dudes for you, can you be a little less patronizing?”

A faint flush rises on Preston’s neck. “Uh. Sure. Yeah! Sorry!”

Strong: Excuse me? No self-respecting pre-teen (badass or otherwise) is going to willingly engage a clan of Super Mutants three times their size. Some crazy bastard is sending out a radio signal atop some skyscraper? Fuck that shit. Rex Goodman is gonna get eaten, and while that’s a shame, they aren’t about to go risking life and limb for a crazy person thirty stories up. No sir.

X6-88: He first encounters them while out on a mission. He’s passing through a semi-populated area, and scans the nearby buildings for life. He finds it, alright, scaring the (possibly literal) shit out of a hapless child. “Jesus!” The small human leaps to their feet, fumbling for a rifle and pointing it square at X6’s chest. “Back the fuck off, buddy.”

The Courser doesn’t flinch. “Have you seen anything out of the ordinary, here? I am looking for information?”

“Are you fucking deaf, asswad? And what’s up with that accent? Seriously.”

X6 takes a deliberate step forward. “I asked you a question.”

The human’s hands curl around their weapon. “And I told you to back, the fuck, off. Buddy.”

The Courser doesn’t like the human’s insolent tone, and strides forward, prepared to clasp his hands around their neck. But sensing his aggression, they turn, leaping out a nearby window and vanishing. He lunges for the window, sticking his head out and looking around. No sight of them.


((Thanks for the ask, anon! I know it might be different than what you intended or expected, but I thought it was fun. I hope you liked it! Also… can you tell what Fallout child I took inspiration from? :P ))

Lynne’s Featured Fics

Title: Be My Muse

Author: Mercury-Skies

Rating: NC-17

Status: Complete

Word Count:  49,323

Summary:  Kurt is an Art student at NYU who is partnered with the mysterious but talented Blaine Anderson for a piece on identity and finds himself instantly captivated and longing to know more. Blaine is a good guy with a bad reputation stemming from his Freshman year whose issues often get the better of him. Blaine, defensive and bitter, finds hope in Kurt.

Tropes/Genre: future!fic, college!Klaine, angst, blangst, drug use, hurt/comfort, romance

Lynne’s review:  There are certain fics that when you go back years later to reread, you fall in love with all over again. This is one of those fics. I reread this to write my review since I hadn’t read it in some time. Completely in love yet again. Let me begin by saying that this fic is probably (other than Yadiva’s fics) the farthest away from my usual fare that I can get. I am a fluff n smut n humor kinda gal. While this fic has smut, it’s definitely not funny, nor very fluffy (there is sweet fluff with Cooper’s daughter Bella however).

Please don’t let that deter you.  First and foremost, this is a LOVE story. A deeply devoted, intense, powerful, all encompassing love story. Although it’s not called a “soulmate” fic, I really consider these two souls in this story to be soulmates. From the moment they meet, you can literally feel their connection. This ride is intense, and often times very difficult to read - it’s raw, emotional and real. But remember it’s a LOVE STORY. A beautiful, unforgettable, love story. Against all odds (see what I did there?), they save each other.

Oh, and the fact that Blaine speaks Italian to Kurt…BONUS FEELS!

Read at: AO3 or Tumblr

There are 8 more stories in this verse - I highly recommend them all.


Title:  That Naked Fic                 

Author: CertainTendencies

Rating: R                                    

Status: Complete

Word Count: 8,000

Summary:  Darren sees Chris naked. Darren can’t stop thinking about Chris naked. Darren totally wants to bang kiss date Chris.

Tropes/Genres: CrissColfer fanfiction, fluff, humor, romance, canon!CC

Review:  I’ve read this story so many times that I’ve lost count.  I adore the way she writes CrissColfer.  It’s so fresh and natural - their banter is very realistic.  There’s humor and humility, snarkiness and shyness. I highly suggest you all read every fic she’s ever written, and this one is a great place to start.

Read at: Tumblr

Zinnia’s Featured Fics

Title: Little Boy Who Lives Down The Lane

Author: Cimmerians

Rating: M

Status: Complete

Word Count: 30,738

Summary: The Klaine version of a dark fairytale. This story contains character death, pederasty, violence, and a deep streak of human nastiness. Do not read if these things upset you.

Tropes/Genres: AU, angst, character death, mystery, romance

Review: This story will demand your fully undivided attention. Make sure your mind is clear and you are free of distractions before you read it, because the minute you start to think you’ve figured it all out, you’ll be spun around another 180 degrees. To say Kurt and his backstory will surprise you is an understatement. A tragically twisted story that will astonish you, induce a couple of belly laughs at the banter even among all the somber themes two teenage boys face, and make you fall in love with them all over again.

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Title: Like You Mean It

Author: CertainTendencies

Rating: NC-17

Status: Complete

Word Count: 11,952

Summary: The boys engage in a little friendly competition.

Tropes/Genres: CrissColfer Fanfiction. Fluff, Humor, Romance.

Review: I could not believe I had not read this fic until yesterday. A short read that starts out funny and light and “goes places”. Very well written. The characterization was incredible. There’s only one way a kissing competition can end. 

Read at: Tumblr

Childish Indulgences

Category: Oneshot

Rating: G

Notes/Warnings: None

     “Do we have a rake in the shed?”

    “A what?” Loki turned to glance at me from his position in the armchair, placing his leather-bound book on the side table, confusion muddling his aristocratic features.

    “A rake. You know, for the leaves,” I replied, stepping over to the arched window and pulling aside the thick velvet drape, looking down upon on our expansive, fenced yard, the carefully tended grass completely concealed by a thick blanket of rich, robust reds and oranges from the towering maple trees.

    “Darling, I’ve told you, if you’re unhappy with the state of the landscaping, I can send for a gardener.” Uninterested, Loki picked his book back up and continued reading. “You needn’t worry yourself with backbreaking work.”

    “I know, but we’re on Midgard for the season, and I like to do things for myself when we’re here, and not have servants do them for me. For goodness sake, neither of us even knew how to do our own laundry until a few weeks ago.” I tossed a thin jacket on over my red-toned flannel shirt and slim-fitting jeans, an outfit hastily selected before a trip to the farmer’s market that morning. “Now, with or without your help, I’m going outside and raking.”

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Welcome to the Convince Me Initiative's 17th contest of CREATIVE CRACKSHIPS!

What does this mean:  
We take 6 suggestions from our followers, and we use them for our contest!

Crackships-  The top 6, as submitted by you, the voters, are:

  1. Any sort: Erik X (from Creature Feature) and Mila Kunis
  2. Any: Matthew Daddario and Harry Shum Jr.
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Step One (Chen)

Enjoy! And please have a little read of this~ I’d really appreciate your help! ♥

It’s a good place to start.

His eyelashes are so long, you wonder, staring back at your brother’s sleeping best friend, the younger boy’s head perched comfortably between your shoulder and the back of the sofa. Minseok had invited the two of you along to one of his weekly “movie indulgence nights” and put on some depressing movie that honestly, you weren’t watching due to the dashingly handsome boy beside you anyway.

Jongdae came to every one he was invited to, but then when didn’t Jongdae come over when invited? When wasn’t Jongdae in your home? It felt like he lived there more than Minseok did.

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