i consider her one of my closest friends

The Time I Took On the Military (And Won)

Considering the staggering amount of votes this one got, here you go!

ok so it’s my sweet sixteen and i took two of my closest friends paintballing. We started off alone with just the three of us. Me and this girl formed a truce so we could take out her brother. He found a building with a roof to shoot from so i was criss crossing and sliding behind shelters.

Long story short with this guy i snuck up behind his building and shot him point blank in the ass while he was climbing a ladder.

Except now his sister is my enemy and a much larger threat.

I criss cross my way back narrowly avoiding being shot. I skid to a stop behind this bush with a really gappy fence and go GOOD ENOUGH BRING IT ON and poke my muzzle through. I cant particularly see but I remembered seeing her in a little chapel window. I aim that general direction and open fire. I immediately hear HIT. When she comes out i see where i hit her. Right between the eyes like I couldnt do that again if I tried. Ill take it.

We’re back at the base ops and these massive dudes come over like “yo wanna join us we need more players” and we’re like “oh ya bud the more the merrier” so we go over and everyone is freaking massive and there’s us three tiny lil teenagers. I over hear they’re a military team and just sigh because i know im dead this is just my luck

Apparently they wanted us so that they could simulate having civilian to protect, who were also armed. (They did a piss poor job of this seriously wtf)

So the game starts and im seperated from my friends. They’re on the opposite team.

Im sticking near the leader and just generally trying not to die. He’s giving me orders as softly and nicely as he can, thinking Im scared. I mean really who wouldnt be?

I wasnt. I was ready to kick butt. When I am silent, be afraid, im planning something.

Next thing i know he’s gone. Shot, running, hiding i dont know and i dont care i gotta move there are way too many heavily armed men in these woods for me to be comfortable

Im trekking through this woodsy area keeping as low as possible because the other team has a freaking sniper and im not dealing with that no thanks im just a tiny teenager leave me alone ok

Im doing my thing and trying to find people to shoot because everyone is mia when i see people ahead.

Not my people.

And they havent seen me yet. Im looking around looking for some decent cover or somewhere to take them by surprise and there is nothing. The entire area is just thistle bushes with massive thorns. And then my idea hits. A wicked, mischievous idea. I grin behind my mask and get ready to lay my trap.

I plop myself down right in the middle of these thistles and army crawl to the path their taking and just lay still.

These guys dont see me.

They’re not expecting someone to be in these bushes cause who is that dumb.

The one dudes boot is an inch from my hand and i spring up and yell SURPRISE before shooting him right in the chest and then the two behind him. Three down, way too many to go. I ran away cackling like a witch

Dont die dont die dont die

I head out again and meet up with some more of my group. They stick me at the back to keep me out of harms way. A valiant, if ineffective effort

Enter enemy attack.

We get split up into two groups to flank them and i end up alone again. I moving slowly, spinning in a slow circled because I am EFFED

I’m a tiny lil sixteen year old girl, all alone, with about 15 guns pointed at me. I was completely surrounded. My comrades who had fled to live and fight another day are now making haste towards me like WHO LEFT THE KID BEHIND HELP HER and im like

hell no i got this

I went absolutely ape shit on their asses.

Shots are flying around me like crazy and everyone is screaming. One of the enemies shouts FALL BACK WHAT THE FU–

I hear one if my partners like HOLY SHIT SHE’S ALIVE

I barrel over one of the attackers and side arm his gun away. I break out from the Circle of Doom and make a mad dash for cover.

I leap into the air and spin to fave them. Im not getting shot in the back I an a WARRIOR

I just start spraying with a battle cry to rattle the heavens

I smack back down to earth and land in a crouch

Every single one of the attackers were shot, usually multiple times, and i didnt get shot once. Frankly no clue how i managed but I am NOT questioning it. Luck or skill I dont care

Eventually it was down to two people. Me and the other teams captain.

He’s a big, scary dude. He had a custom gun that could pop off a frankly alarming amount of shots per second.

The odds arent exactly in my favour.

We find each other right in the middle with trenches and tiny little metal fences for cover. Im walking through like plz dont shoot me i am small be nice

The dude pops up from a trench and starts firing. No mercy here.

Fine then.

I duck behind a fence and it is the most pathetic thing i have ever seen.

I have barely enough room to crouch behind it because it’s so small. The other dude finds a nice big trench and big fence the lucky lil jerk.

So we’re poppin up like weasels trying to get a shot in. I cant hit him, he cant hit me. Up and down and up and down. My fence angles down ever so slightly so im tucked in as tightly as I could. My fence is rattling as shot after shot after shot hits. The shots stop, i poke my muzzle over the edge amd lay down some fire.

And the cycle repeats

I get tired of this little exchange so the next time he goes down i lay on some cover fire and sprint like hell for a near by trench like i am just bookin it thinking dont shoot me dont shoot me imma kill you

i slide in and pop up just as he rises to take a shot. Except im not where he thought id be.

I shot him right in the side of his bald lil head.

So i won. My team legit carried me on their shoulders back to base ops

And that’s the time I, a sixteen year old girl, beat a team of militarily trained behemoths

different titles ➙ p.j.m ➙ one

pairing: Jimin x Reader

genre: angst | fluff | smut | au 

warnings: language

summary: who would’ve thought Park Jimin, one of the richest kids in the world, would fall in love with a homeless one?


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anyways since there seems to be some confusion on who Sharon Carter is…..

  • sharon carter is not and has never been “just Captain America’s girlfriend”. In fact she’s actually the one always turning him down when he wants to start the relationship because she wants to focus on her career. and then years down the line sharon was the one who proposed to him.
  • sharon carter once shot a man to preserve Steve’s morality so he wouldn’t have to live with that weight on his shoulders. 
  • Sharon is an abuse survivor. (Both mentally and sexually). She was tortured and imprisoned and went through a very human arc where she dealt with the impact of these events.
  • She once took in a young mutant girl who was beaten because she reminded her of herself and felt empathy for her.
  • Sharon Carter was the first female director of SHIELD. 
  • Sharon Carter fucked up Arnim Zola, Sin, the Red Skull and Zemo 
  • Sharon Carter lost her baby trying to save the world from hydra
  • Sharon Carter risked her life to save Bucky Barnes even while she was brainwashed and had next to no control over what she was doing. She hadn’t even met him officially but she knew he was important to Steve and was therefore worth saving
  • Sharon is a huge commitment-phobe. One time Steve said he loved her while they were broken up and she used the cosmic cube to run away to Turkey so fast.
  • Sharon has a flying car and that’s awesome
  • She raised Steve’s and her adopted son in an alternate dimension. 
  • Steve Rogers has fantasized multiple times in canon about living a life happily ever after with her. He even painted a mural of her because he missed her so much. She was never “a replacement” for anyone
  • She has a raging temper and is the world’s most Difficult Person don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
  • She loves her aunt peggy (who, mind you, is totally different in the comics) so much she visited her constantly while she was in the nursing home.
  • Nick Fury respects the hell out of her. So does Sam Wilson who considers her one of his closest friends
  • Sharon was on the secret avengers. She spars with Valkyrie, Captain America, and Black Widow. She’s tough as nails.
  • She’s friends with Black Widow and Bobbi Morse and they have trivia night and that’s cute as heck.

tldr; she’s amazing. she’s complex and human and flawed and wonderful and doesn’t deserve any of the ire and ugly misogyny the fandom has thrown at her.

anonymous asked:

why do you identify as agender

well okay

when i was very young i was never a stereotypical young girl, i was interested in  both “female toys” & “male toys” like some other children. I hung out with boys during my youth as i related to them more than girls. I was misgendered countless times , when i  was once in the school bathroom one time a girl questioned what i was doing in there bc she thought i was a boy, one time a boy actually came up to me and asked “r u a boy or a girl” i told him girl, he said “no ur a boy” ahjshdk idk why,, anyway i was considered a “tomboy”

then came my teens, i started questioning whether i was a male or female, for awhile i thought i like girls bc i never had a crush before, i tHINK i might be aromantic bc still 2 this day all the people I thought I had crushed on turned out to be platonic, but idk im still figuring stuff out :,v I told one of my closest friends at school that I thought i might have been genderfluid, she’s still one of my closest friends (ahdjfk i found out awhile ago after telling her tht she was gonna get me a binder bc she didn’t know what to do aaH). Idk throughout my life I’ve never really believed I was a girl, but I never thought I was a boy either,, 

Then i came across the term they/them, I was really surprised and did more research on it, knowing my siblings were following my blog i said http://luxjii.tumblr.com/post/141979349744/what-r-ur-preferred-pronouns she/they instead of just they/them, at the time it didn’t really bother me, but now being called her just makes me go “yikes” and it makes me uncomfortable 

the only people I don’t mind calling me female pronouns is my family, first of bc they’ve lived w me for my whole life calling me she/her, and I don’t mind, same goes for my friends irl even tho I’d really appreciate if they used they/them ahaha. Awhile ago I actually told them I would like it if they called me they/them ,, aaa it was pretty scary/awkward bc i didn’t know if they’d think I’m just “acting like a tumblr person” idkkk, but they were OK w it, I mean I don’t think they’ve called me they/them but at least I told them,,

http://luxjii.tumblr.com/post/146843176929/rules-tag-20-followers-to-know-better-tagged-by 9 months ago i was figuring out who i was, “Gender: o, um idk non binary? genderfluid ?? agender ??? nO GENDER ???” But now I definitely know I’m agender. I’ve never seen myself as a masculine or feminine person either, just inbetween I guess, I’ve never felt like female or male , so being agender should be understandable :O

wowowow this is rlly long , if u made it through ,thank you for taking your time to understand what I’ve gone through and appreciating my gender identity !

The Prices We Pay - Chapter 1 - Part 2/?

 Rating: M

Warnings: Sex, age gap relationship, BDSM (always consensual), heavy alcohol usage, drug references, violence, daddy kink (dd/lg), and cheating. If you find any of these themes to be triggering or offensive to you in any ways, shape, or form, please reconsider reading this.

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Truth or Dare (Riverdale, Pt.4)

Summary: Betty, Archie, Veronica, Jughead, Kevin, Cheryl, and Y/N are spending the night at Y/N’s house. Kevin suggests Truth or Dare at some point and they all decide to play. Shenanigans ensue and eventually certain feelings are shared, but will they be taken seriously or laughed off? Possible angst.

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (maybe), Kevin x Reader (platonic), Archie x Reader (platonic), Betty x Reader (platonic), Veronica x Reader (platonic), Cheryl x Reader (platonic)

Beta-ed: No

A/N: Holy hell… episode 10 was really something, I don’t know whether it’s perfect or not that I decided to wait until now to post Y/N’s speech about Cheryl… I think some Cheryl fans might appreciate my nicer interpretation to our ginger after what we just saw… so obviously Cheryl’s gonna be a bit ooc tonight, enjoy!

Also let it be known I’m not a Cheryl defender, she is pretty downright manipulative, I had most of this written before the fifth episode even came out

Part 1, Part 2Part 3


Previously: Betty went over to each of the boys and hugged them as she whispered something to each of them, before making her way over to me. I stood up and met her halfway as she gripped me in a tight hug, both of us letting out a few tears. “You’re the greatest friend I could ever ask for Y/N” She whispered in my ear as she squeezed me tighter. “I meant everything I said Betty.” “I know you did, that’s what makes it perfect.”

We broke apart and sat down at our spots, wiping a few tears away. I noticed Veronica wipe her eyes quickly before she cleared her throat, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Well, I think that concludes Y/N’s interpretation of our lovely Betty Cooper here. So,” She turned to me, mischief in her eyes. “Who’s next on your hit list Y/N?”

“Cheryl,” I said, turning my body to her as we gave each other a playful glare. “If I had to compare you to an animal, you’d be a viper, beautiful and dangerous all at once. You strike with speed and precision, and you always know how much venom to use when you’re in a fight. You also have a tendency to be a bit spiteful at times too.” Cheryl mock-gasped as she swatted my arm, I giggled before continuing.

Honestly the only reason I still put up with you is because I know you can be a nice person. I’ve seen you be kind, sweet, and caring, I’ve seen you be those things, so don’t tell me that you’re not.” I emphasized before she could speak, Cheryl shut her mouth and glared. “You’ve always put up this negative front to block people out and keep them away, you do this in self-defense, just like how a viper will give a dry bite in the hopes of scaring off potential predators, Chery.” She groaned at my nickname for her. “But I know deep down you’re just like the rest of us, you have fears and insecurities and you’re stressed as all hell because of your parents; because for some reason no matter what we do we’ll never be good enough for them,” Cheryl grabbed my hand and squeezed it, I squeezed hers back before continuing.

“I know you’ll always have my back, even when we fight over the dumbest things, I know you’ll be there for me. You know me inside and out. You can always tell when something’s wrong and exactly what’s bothering me, sometimes before I even know myself. You always know the best way to cheer me up, even if it means pissing off your hellspawn parents.” Cheryl chuckled before quickly coughing, obviously trying to cover it up. Everyone else grinned at her, pleased to see a nicer side to the ginger for once. I snickered before taking in a deep to continue.

“You may be a bit aggressive at times, but I understand why. With everything that’s happened here since July,” I saw her flinch slightly, I scooted closer and turned her towards me. “It’s been horrible, and I’m truly sorry, I know how close you two were, how close the three of us were,” A few tears fell down my face as I spoke the last part a little quieter, I wiped it away and cleared my throat before continuing. “I know you need support now more than ever, and you have every right to lash out at everyone and anyone… to an extent though,” I stressed, looking at her. “There are times you need to lash out in a less destructive manner, which is where I come in.” I grinned at her.

“You’ve been my friend ever since we were five Chery, you and Jay were so nice to me that day we met at Pop’s.” We both smiled at each other, remembering that day. “I’d only just walked in when you two came up to me and asked my name. You said my hair looked pretty while JJ complimented my outfit. You two asked our parents if we could sit in our own booth while Jay flashed them a grin and took our hands to go look for one, not bothering to wait for either of our parent’s responses.” We both chuckled at the memory. “You two told me that from then on we were going to friends no matter what, you even had me sit right in between you guys, do you remember why?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow. Cheryl flushed slightly and pouted. “Yes Y/N, I do.” She sassed. “Well good, you can tell everyone here why then.” I said as I gave her a smug look.

Everyone turned their eyes to the ginger as her face flushed more. “Really Y/N, why can’t you say it?” “Because the others need to see why I chose you to be one of my friends Chery! Hearing me defend you all the time isn’t the same as seeing why I defend you so much and consider you one of my closest friends, now pluck up and tell them what you told me that day!” I laughed as Cheryl got ready to speak. “Fine,” She sighed before looking around at everyone. “I told Y/N that we were gonna be triplets from now on, because she looked so lonely and I didn’t want her to feel left out. I told her she was going to be my sister and Jason was going to be her brother.” Cheryl looked down as she tried not to cry, her bottom lip wavering slightly as she drew in a shuddering breath.

“Jason said it didn’t matter that Y/N looked a little different from us, he said that since I said we were triplets, then that’s what we were, that’s what we’ve been.” She murmured the last part as she wiped a tear away, a choked laugh coming out of her. I squeezed Cheryl’s hand and she looked up at me. “I remember we couldn’t stop asking you questions about your life,” “You said if we were going to be triplets we had to know everything about each other.” I cut in, smiling at her. She smiled back before continuing.

“We also asked if you’d made any other friends already, I didn’t want to share you with anybody else.” “You two were so clingy when we first started hanging out Cher,” I spoke up, mirth in my voice. “You and Jay always tried to keep me away from everybody else so that I would only focus on you two.” “Yeah,” Kevin spoke up. “I remember that! You and Jason would take turns keeping all of us away from Y/N!” Archie, Betty, and Jug nodded in agreement, remembering the first few weeks I moved in.

“In our defense you guys would do the same thing to us!” Cheryl argued, a playful glint in her eye as she looked at them. “Only because you started it!” Archie cut in, a smile forming on his lips. Before anyone else could say anything Veronica jumped in. “As wonderful as it is seeing Cheryl interacting with us positively, we’re gonna keep working on that don’t worry,” She directed to said ginger, I don’t think Y/N was done here.” She smiled at me as she motioned with her hand for me to continue. I thanked her before starting up again.

“As I was originally saying, you two kept asking me questions and telling me things about yourselves. We were there for hours, and when I had to leave you and JJ practically begged our parents to let me spend the night. You were so close to throwing a fit right there, and J wouldn’t even look at your parents the first time they said no. When they all finally agreed you were jumping up and down and just so excited, we didn’t go to sleep until close to 4a.m. that night.” I shook my head, laughing at the memory. Cheryl had a bittersweet smile on her face as her eyes started to water up, remembering that night as well.

“The three of us were so close growing up, you two always making sure I went to all your family events, especially the tree tapping ceremony.” We grinned at that, remembering it was coming up soon. “You and Jay always made sure I felt welcomed and loved by you two, you’ve always been there for me, whenever I’ve needed it, and I love you for that. You can always come to me when you need to get rid of anything on your chest Cheryl, I know everything about you anyways, so there’s no reason not to come to me.”

“I know how you like to dress on any given day, what your favorite movies and food are, your celebrity crush, your school crush-” Chery hit me with a pillow as she shushed me, her face blooming red all the while. I put my arms up and laughed before continuing. “I can also tell your emotions by one quick glance at you, I know what works best to make you feel better almost instantly, what songs help to calm you down…” I gripped her shoulders and shook them slightly, making sure she was paying complete attention to what I was saying.

“While you may not always be a “nice person” Cheryl, you are a good person, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. More importantly, you are your own person. You’re allowed to make decisions solely for yourself, just because you want to. You are allowed to think for yourself, despite what your parents want you to believe. You are in control, not them.” I took a deep breath, my eyes starting to water up as I gave a bittersweet smile before continuing.

“I love you Chery, and I’ll always be here for you, no matter how mad I may get at you, ALWAYS hun. You can always come to me for help, you know that. Especially if it involves those disgusting creatures that dare call themselves something as nurturing and caring as parents.” Cheryl let out a little snort at that as her eyes watered up. “Who cares what they think, they’re monsters, everything they say about you isn’t true. You’re so much more than what they tell you. You’re worth more than what they want you to believe. I’ll face their wrath with you whenever you need me to, and know that if you ever need to get away you are always welcome here. You’ll always have a family with me Cheryl, please don’t ever forget that. You’re my sister Cheryl, I love you.” I finished, my voice shaking by the end of it.

When I looked at her again Cheryl was trying so hard to keep her tears in, and when I opened my arms she practically jumped in them and started sobbing. We clutched each other for dear life as we let our tears fall freely, knowing that the others wouldn’t judge us. I could hear everyone starting to cry as well, I peeked up to see Betty and Veronica holding each other in a similar manner, crying on each other while Archie was rubbing Betty’s back as he wiped his own tears.

Kevin glared almost viciously at me through his tears as he angrily wiped at them, willing himself to calm down. When I looked at Jughead, I noticed how red his eyes were, filled to the brim with tears that surprisingly weren’t falling. Jughead got up quickly and left the room, returning a minute later with his arms full of tissue boxes. He went around the room and gave us each one, all of us mumbling something that sounded like a thanks as we graciously used the tissues to help calm ourselves down.

“You were my first real friend Y/N.” Cheryl whispered as she pulled away enough to look at me. My first real friend besides Jason, probably my only real friend. I’m sorry that I get defensive and that I can be vicious most of the time, especially to your other friends. I’m sorry I try to push you away sometimes too, just…” She paused as she drew in a quivering breath. “Just please, don’t leave me too.” I pulled her back in immediately and somehow managed hug her tighter as I whispered back. “I would never do that to you Cheryl, never.” We stayed like that as everyone around us started to calm down. Eventually we pulled apart, but we sat right next to each other, our sides practically melding together as one.

We wiped the last few tears away as I chuckled and looked around the room. “So, how’s everyone feeling?” As soon as I finished speaking Kevin threw a pillow, by the time I registered it flying in the air it hit me square in the face, Kevin growling something unintelligible (probably for the best) as he looked away from me. “Why do you keep making us cry Y/N?” Betty asked as she wiped her eyes, before I could respond Kevin jumped in. “It’s because Y/N hates us Betty!” He accused.

“If anything Kevin,” Archie spoke. “We should be blaming you, after all, you were the one who dared Y/N to do this.” He said with a sly grin. Everyone spoke their agreements as Kevin blanched. “Woah woah wait, how was I supposed to know Y/N would get so emotional and sappy, honestly I was expecting more of a “Hey Betts, you’re so sweet and innocent I love it. Cheryl, you’re fierce and a little crazy. Ronnie, you’re an amazing fashionista, and so on and so forth. I didn’t expect Y/N to go all Shakespeare on us!” He cried. We all started laughing as Kevin’s face bloomed red. “You guys are jerks.” He muttered. “Anyways… Y/N, whose next?”

A/N: So, this was fun to write. I actually had this part pretty much done since part 1, and I guess it was a good idea that I decided to wait until now to post this. I feel like it wouldn’t have been right to do a fic about Cheryl without having Jason in it as well, and since we don’t have an accurate idea about Jason’s personality, I decided to take a little creative liberty with him. Let me know what you guys thought about it!

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anonymous asked:

suriel tells nesta about the mating bond and she's angry with cassian for not telling her & mor telling nesta about her and cassians past when nesta pisses her off over Azriel but skipping out on the detail that they're not a thing, ~gotta love misunderstandings with a side of betrayal lol. your account fills me with so much joy I think I check it three times a day. You're an amazing writer and write Nessian so well, which really helps me after a bad day! Much love 10/10 lmao

This was tough to write since it’s hard to include this whole tangled web of Cassian, Azriel and Mor’s tedious relationship with Nesta included, but hopefully I did the characters justice!

Nesta was on a dangerous edge. She stood with her fists ready to train with Mor as Azriel stood nearby to survey the training. At first Rhysand’s third in command and shadowsinger were perplexed as to why Nesta requested they train with her today instead of Cassian.

But Nesta didn’t feel like talking. Nor did she owe anyone an explanation.

All she wanted was to rid herself of these emotions that threatened to make her crumble. Venting out her feelings with physical force usually helped. Which is why she was currently throwing swings at Mor and deflected each returned hit that was tossed back at her.

The two females weren’t quite friends. Not yet at least. They were allies fighting for the same side to defeat Hybern, but there always seemed to tension anytime Cassian entered the room with Nesta and Mor in it.

The change in the air crackled as Cassian would look between the two women. As though he was nervous something had been revealed before he arrived. And if that wasn’t awkward enough it became worse when Azriel would sneak into like a wraith in the shadows.

It was clear history was between Mor, Cassian and Azriel. And it was more than just a friendship or camaraderie. Nesta felt as though she was toeing around a line that connected the three members of the Inner Circle, yet she had no idea what part she played in this odd dynamic.

She was almost too afraid to find out. Whatever tangled relationship that trio shared was something Nesta didn’t want to be part of. Sure she envied their friendship and longed to join in.

Though more often then not she found most of her attention being diverted to Cassian. An odd tug in her chest pulled her toward him. Each day she found it harder to resist his easy grins and joke’s that managed to tug a brief smile on Nesta’s lips.

Yet when she finally brought up the courage to approach him Mor always seemed to be there with a bright smile that would make even the sun seem dull.

That’s how it was. Nesta was a grey cloud compared to the shining light that Mor embodied.

It hurt deep in her chest to see Cassian and Mor so close. Why couldn’t she be like that? Warm and inviting? More like the dreamer of the Night Court or even her own sister Elain?

Except now everything changed. Ever since Nesta stumbled across a trapped Suriel near the edges of the Velaris things had never been the same.

The creature had thanked her profusely and made a comment about how Illyrian Commander was lucky to have her as a mate. Nesta was in disbelief at the words coming from that yellow-toothed mouth that smiled in glee when it thought Nesta would appreciate such a compliment.

The result was quite the opposite. Especially when the Suriel revealed that Cassian had known for months that they were mates.

Months. Months without knowing something so important. All those heated glances and teasing words they exchanged…the trust Nesta thought they had built so strongly was tumbling down. She had told him so much about her past. Revealed things she had never told anybody. All because she thought Cassian was different from everyone else. That he wouldn’t pity her or keep things from her, because they thought she was a weak little girl.

Her sorrow and anger choked her throat. Her walls were raised again to defend herself. She knew now that she couldn’t trust anyone with her doubts and worries. And Cassian made it evident that he didn’t trust her with this information.

It was suffocating. Her closed in tight around her as a fortress. impenetrable to even Cassian’s concerned gaze when she began avoiding him after she arrived back to the House of Wind.

She wondered for days if he would build up the nerve to admit what he had known for so long. Yet he never did. He acted as if nothing had changed. He was all charms and sweet words meant to soften her.

But now she saw his grins as false lies and his honeyed compliments turned sour to her ears. She was not soft. She would never be soft like Elain, Mor or any other girl.

She was granite and steel. A hardened blade that would never yield to his touch that once made her skin burn with a need she never truly understood.

Cassian noticed her distant attitude when she returned from her encounter with the Suriel. She could see the slight confusion in his eyes as their growing friendship reverted back to a time when she loathed him.

He let her have space. For a moment Nesta was relieved except deep in her heart she wanted to tug on that bond. It was difficult to be apart for so long despite their seeing each other roaming through the House of Wind. A piece of Nesta’s soul was lost and she didn’t know how to get it back.

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Day Fifty-Seven

-I was thoroughly underwhelmed and relieved by the amount of customers we had last night when we opened the doors. Unfortunately, the real Black Friday shoppers apparently decided to wait until today to come in en masse, and it was more terrifying than I had ever imagined. Thankfully this did not stop Cat Lady from coming in four separate times during my shift without making a single purchase.

-A woman attempted to specify to me which items she wanted a gift receipt for. I would ask, “All of it?” She would reply, “No, just these,” gesturing to everything. This cycle went on for an entire minute at which point we finally reached the understanding that she did in fact want a gift receipt for everything.

-A gaggle of elderly guests shouted from a location I could not determine, repeating, “Excuse me. Excuse me.” in what was simultaneously a whisper and a shout. While it may be later than they would have hoped, I would now like to formally excuse them from all that they could have been asking for.

-Far too many people have come through the store treating Black Friday as a sport, seeing who can sacrifice the most manners to attain the most savings. The winner is whoever spends the least money while purchasing the most stuff. The loser, their cashiers.

-An older woman purchased $150 of Pokemon cards, but at no point did she mention any gift receipts or anything about presents at all. I hope this means that she is working her way towards being the best that there ever was and establishing that Pokemon trainers can, in fact, age past ten years.

-A woman in her sixties purchased Cards Against Humanity along with several expansions. Whether she is entirely unaware of what the game holds in store for her or entirely aware of what is to come, I want nothing more out of my life than to be the Czar.

-The only genuine winners of Black Friday are the two amazingly polite dads who came through with their toddlers in hand, boasting to each other of how much they saved on their kitchen appliances.

-I watched on in confusion and terror as a woman deliberately passed up dozens of smaller bills, one at a time, to ultimately draw out a $100 bill to pay for her $11 purchase. If her goal was to prove herself the highest of rollers in the store at the time, she accomplished this with flair.

-A sweet old woman entered my lane, a mysteriously goatee-shaped bandaid on her chin, pristine white gloves on her hands, a gray sweater with the hood altered to function as a cape perfecting her ensemble. I want her to adopt me as soon as we can both fit it into our schedule, or at least sign her as my fashion consultant and see if I can commission a cape-hooded hoodie from her.

-I handed a young girl the book she had so eagerly purchased. She excitedly took it and ran to the end of the lane as her parents continued the transaction and began to read the story aloud to all within earshot. She spun the tale of the two kittens with such passion that I was left wanting more than another chapter as the family left the store.

-I was greeted by a mother-daughter shopping duo who had also come through my lane the previous night. They were passionate about their savings, but equally concerned with my well-being and lack of sleep. If I had the energy, I would have wept a single tear as they walked away, leaving me behind to watch the closest things I had to friends in this shift attain the freedom I so dearly desired.

-”You have incredible hair,” a bald man told me wistfully, eyeing my unreasonably thick brown mop. The sadness in his eyes made me consider cutting off a lock to hand to him, but I thought better of it, lest we enter a giving-a-mouse-a-cookie style scenario.

-An elderly woman placed her bills down on the conveyor belt one by one to count them out. I picked them up as she placed down the first couple to ensure they were not swept under the belt. I gestured for her to place them in my hand rather than on the moving surface. Instead, she took this as a challenge, throwing her money across the counter, avoiding my hand as best as she could, cackling to herself as I made a mad dash to pick up each. I never expected this sort of chaotic evil to come from such a frail body, but I have learned my lesson. I will never underestimate a potential nemesis again.

-As I was walking towards the guest services counter, I passed a shrieking baby and a mother desperate to soothe him. I happened to have a strip of stickers in my pocket and, before thinking about it, swooped in to hand them to the child. They immediately ceased the crying and the mother shouted her thanks as I walked away. I am now a gracious sticker fairy and I will pursue this new path wholeheartedly.

-The information that I used to work at Forever 21 has leaked to the management, and I became the subject of a battle between a front end manager and a soft lines manager. I believe soft lines won out in the end and I may have been brought into a new line of work.

-A father attempted to heckle me, asking if I would accept his Kohl’s cash. I turned the tables on the man, telling him that I would gladly take it, but it would not lower his total at all. His family found this hilarious, laughing at him uproariously as he pouted to himself after being roasted so severely. Let this be a lesson to all cashier-hecklers: we are doing our best and our jobs are hard enough and some of us cope with humor and sometimes you will get brutally burned.

RP connections thingy

Full Name: Sasha Elizabeth Rochester
Race: Midlander Hyur
Sex: Female
Occupation: Scholar, Researcher, Alchemist, Independent Mage.

Personality type (laid back, militant, high strung, etc):

quipped with smooth words, a disarming smile, and a keen eye for what she can use to her benefit, she sees the world as her playground for lies and deception. Her demeanor is pleasant and charming, always keeping a friendly though somewhat distant disposition. Seductive, provocative and perhaps a little cheeky, she takes pleasure from keeping others off-balance.

To those she can benefit from, this mask will be kept almost permanently plastered on her face, always willing to please and seduce. Analytical to the core, she will inspect and morph into what she believes others expect her to be, from the foolish, harmless damsel in distress, to the cunning archmage. Give her a stage she desires and she will put on a show. To her, all truths are malleable and easily bent, words are nothing but child’s play. People she considers fools or threatening will see another side of her, however. And they will soon discover that the coy smile bears sharp teeth and a sharper tongue. While she doesn’t seek to harm, her patience is often limited towards those she deems incompetent, and her sweet words will turn into bitter sarcasm and condescending arrogance.

Due to a distaste towards violence, she has a strong inclination towards battles of wit when facing conflict. Sasha also implements under-handed tactics, and more than anything, persuasion. She sees fists and blades as the arms of savages, and will frown upon those who see them as their first resort.

Despite her seemingly refined demeanor, she can be quite reckless and childish in her pursuit of magical power, having an absolute fascination for aetherial phenomena. She doesn’t care that aether harms her. So long as she can feel the rush of magic surging through her veins, she will always be motivated to look for more. Due to her aetherial sensitivity, her obsession with magic has proven many times to be highly detrimental to her condition. She stubbornly insists on continuing to push herself further and further, caring not for the consequences.

Manipulative, self-destructive, scheming, secretive, and distrustful, it’s easy to portray her under a negative light when people discover that part of her nature, but in her eyes, her tactics are nothing but a shell that protects her from a harsh, ruthless world. With few enemies and even fewer friends, she feels deep affection and loyalty towards those who choose to stand by her side, even after witnessing the best and worst of her.

What does your character look like?:

Sasha has a very pale, clear complexion. She has a white birth mark on her left cheekbone, but no blemishes besides that. In a way, she looks like a porcelain doll. Her eyes are large, framed by thick, dark eyelashes. Colour-wise, they are what one would call a ‘forest green’, Green with a yellower undertone than blue. Her features could be described as delicate and femenine, with a thin nose, rounded, high cheekbones, and plump lips. Her face is relatively long, with a small chin and jaw. I would say her face is heart-shaped, and yes, her hairline does have a small widow’s peak. 

Her body, much like her face, is diligently cared for. Her waistline would be like the classical femenine hourglass. She’s considered somewhat busty, but not as much as some of her friends. Her hips are proportional to this. She’s fairly slender, but lacks any good muscle definition save for her lower torso and legs. Her arms are likely a lost cause. I’d say her frame is medium to small. She also has the ‘dimples of venus’ on her lower back. 

Favorite hobby:

  • Magic 
  • Alchemy
  • Reading
  • Forming Connections

Motto they live by:

“ Never attempt to win by force what can be won by deception.”

Favorite type of environment:

She is very fond of the night–Particularily near the sea or the ocean. She also enjoys places that she considers lively bastions of civilization, like Ul’dah. Otherwise, give her a warm, starry night, a candle, and some books. 


(I can’t write down all her connections because I will murder my fingers that way. I will name her closest allies, or those she has had for the longest time. Excluding X’elo from this one)

Edda Eglatine (@lodsamone) Edda is someone she finds deightfully entertaining and disarming, despite the fact Edda herself is played as a very awkward, uptight character. Sasha sees a kindred spirit in what she could have been, and seeks to break Edda’s uptight and timid exterior. 
Lorentz Rivers (@andarion) He put up with so much of her shit and still protects her. He also isn’t scared to knock her out when she’s being irrational or violent. I guess he’s O.K. OOC, kind of a loser nerd. 
Issabel Drake (@twelvesavethequeen) There’s a friendly competition between both of them. Sasha genuinely find her company charming and enjoyable, albeit vexxing at times. There are too many things they share in common for her not to constantly compare herself to Issabel. 
Gogonji Gegenji (@gegenji) She cares about this man as much as she admires him. In a way, she sees Gogonji as a mentor. She values his counsel and input more than any other of her allies or friends. 
Miziutte Zuiremand (@themizyin) Though their interactions are limited, she genuinely cares about Miziutte and truly wants to establish a healthy, lasting friendship with her. In a way, despite their different backgrounds, she sees a kindred spirit in academic pursuit. 

Who they admire:

Her grandmother (Caroline Chamberlain), though she admittedly does it because she idolizes her. Sasha admires Caroline as much as she fears and distrusts her. Their relationship is somewhat toxic and abusive, as they both idealize each other to the point of an unhealthy obsession to meet each other’s expectations.

What do they hope to do 10 years from now?:

Take over the world and let there be a dominion of the uncontrollable power of aeth–Okay, no. Just kidding. She hopes to become a renowned and respected archmage and scholar. Her ultimate goal is to be the kind of mage people write legends about, to her, that’s the only way she can truly honor her bloodline. She hates the fact her ancestors are so much greater than her, so she truly hopes she one day will surpass them.

Are they single? If not, who is their spouse/partner/life mate?:

 Happily married to X’elo Maimhov.

What do they look for in friends?:

People she can use. No, seriously. People she can use. 

If they walked into a bar and saw a talking slug, what would their reaction be?:

Be disgusted and fascinated. Would likely observe it for quite a long time. If the talking slug was somewhat intelligent, she may try to carry a conversation, but again, she may be utterly repulsed by the idea.


Usual Playtime: 6-7 p.m. EST

Server: Balmung

FC/Guild: <<Thorn>>

Looking for (friends, ships, hate ships, shady connections, etc.):

EVERYTHING. All of it. You want to stab her? Go ahead. 

RP Hooks:

If you’re from Sharlayan:
Sasha’s grandmother, Caroline Chamberlain, is a well-known professor and scholar who is native to Sharlayan. She doesn’t travel outside the city state much, but she certainly has a lot of connections within. It’s not difficult for me to set something up from this angle.

If you’re from Ul’dah: She does not have a terribly good reputation, but hey! She’s known for being rich! And manipulative. And dishonest. Also, people die around her a lot, especially people who are inconvenient to her. But hey! Money! Also she spends like 90% of her time in Ul’dah. 

If you’re in The Shroud: She travels to the Shroud a lot, mainly for research and alchemical ingredients. Usually goes with a bodyguard, but may go alone if she’s in a bad/incompetent mood. Aether there fucks her up.

If you’re a Mage in any city-state: Sasha loooooves fellow mages. She has a record of academic excellence and is seen as competent in most, if not all forms of magic available to the Eorzean general public. Any magic is a common ground for her.

If you have connections to the Ul’dahn or Lominsan criminal underground: Sasha’s former husband, Stefan Delumiere, used to have a big influence on the criminal underworld up until he dissappeared. He mainly dealt with the black market for “alternative medicine” (If you know what I mean). He was also known as a lying, scheming, criminal piece of shit. A complete con-man. The chances of him marrying her for the money are high.

If your character is a Noble of any sorts (or stupidly rich): Sasha is a very socially aware character, so if your character comes from a wealthy family like her own, chances are, she has heard about them. There’s also a high possibility that there are pre-existing relations between her family and your character’s own. This can be settled OOC. 

If you’re an Alchemist: She is often found in the Alchemist’s guild, but if not, she is more than open to people who share her love for Alchemy.

If you’re a scholar: Same as Alchemist. She appreciates people she can have a common ground with. 

Sasha should be back in the RP Scene next month, after a 6 month hiatus to Sharlayan. 

anonymous asked:

who are your closest writer friends on tumblr??? I need need new writers to read lol (ofc I'll still read you tho you're amazing OMFGHKL)

Oh no, oh crap, okay. I don’t talk to many people on Tumblr because I’m awkward and don’t know how to associate with many, but here the ones I talk to a lot and consider my closest friend’s!

@yoongijaes Absolutely recommend all of her fics. Especially Balloon Boy! Here is her masterlist. 

@seaseok She hasn’t posted many works yet, but the ones she has posted are so so so  good! Here is her masterlist. 

@pandamanialoveswho She, like Lala, hasn’t posted a lot. But I’m absolutely in love with her Jackson Wang fic! 

@jheartseok Ave is so goddamn talented, oh my god. I’m so in love with all of her work. Here is her masterlist. 

I’ve also talked to:



@war-of-hormoan and


a few numbered times (or maybe just once!) I hope one day we can consider each other close friends!

All of the above mentioned writer’s are all so beautifully talented. I’d definitely check them out! Also, I do have a fic rec where I’ve posted a lot of good fanfic recommendations, so if you’re looking for a good read, here is the link!

Thank you so much for reading my work, it’s very much appreciated! Have a lovely day. :D

so, ive graduated high school. im extremely excited to be moving onto the next stage of my life, but im also sad with the way some things ended. i considered this individual my very best friend for a whole year and we used to talk everyday, but her only concern was romantic love in the end. several months ago i remember telling her i noticed we drifted apart and said i missed being closer friends but her only response was that she missed being in a relationship. she told me she doesnt care about me anymore. ive never been more upset to have lost one of my greatest friends, especially while she remains friends with all my closest friends, but i feel the true value in this unfortunate predicament is seeing how little others care for individuals and finally realizing the ephemerality of friendships. i wish she knew how much it hurts and i wish people werent so selfish but theres nothing i can do to control others. i just have to keep my head up - everything’s over now

a lil appreciation post for @ghost-grantaire because she was really the first person I considered a friend in this fandom and the person I feel the closest to as well, she’s reached out to me when I needed someone, she’s my pair of eyes on a piece I feel insecure about, she’s a wonderful writer and one I admire, and she’s a beautiful person inside and out. I feel very lucky to call her a friend and I love her a lot. ❤️ (also we’re name twins and I’m never getting over that)

anonymous asked:

Do you know how to tell if an ENTJ likes you? (Romantically or platonically?)

ENTJs tend to tolerate certain people if they feel there is some benefit for them if they do so, but if you observe for some time you will start to notice little details that show whether the ENTJ is comfortable with the person and focusing on them, or if they are somewhere else wondering when they will be able to escape.

When they like you platonically:

  • Attention. A pattern I have noticed in most Extroverted types, attention is outside, looking for something new, exciting or interesting. In this case, ENTJs have a tendency towards moving quicky from person to person if they feel there is something more important being discussed in another conversation, so if they keep paying attention and bringing up new topics of conversation, what I understand is that they are interested in speaking with you, rather that trying to get information from you or something like that.
  • Time. It’s no secret how obssesed with efficiency ENTJs can be, so if they choose to spend time with you when they could be perfectly fine minding their own business, they like you.
  • Silliness. It may sound strange, but ENTJ are big goofs at heart. Around people they like they drop their bussiness-like façade and start cracking jokes, doing random things and making puns. A lot of puns. 
  • They share their feelings. VERY IMPORTANT. I happened to be around when one of my closests friends was feeling really down, and because she trusted me, she told me what was going on inside her mind. ENTJs do not open up easily, even though you talk to them everyday, they might still consider you an acquaintance. But if they let you in on their feelings, thoughts and ideas, there’s no doubt they like you. They generally dislike showing weakness, so if you get to see them (When they are sad, for example), that’s another sign they like you.

I have met some ENTJs who, due to their inferior Fi, denied their feelings for some time before accepting them, or even pushed aside the thought completely because it was not “the right time” to focus on things like that. This is however an unhealthy ENTJ behaviour, and what I mean by this is that it might take some time for the ENTJ to realise what they are feeling, mainly because they will question whether this feelings make sense or not, so sometimes the signs they like you might be confusing as their feelings are also confusing to them.

When they like you romantically:

  • Sweetness. A secret no ENTJ would like you to know is how sweet and nice they are when they truly like someone. They smile a lot, say nice things and compliment the person and believe me, if you see an ENTJ acting like that, you won’t even believe they are ENTJ to begin with. 
  • Help. ENTJs have a tendency to believe everybody should be able to handle their situation by themselves, but when they like someone, they make the exception of even taking care of the problem themselves. For example, if you have trouble with your homework, normal ENTJ reaction would be to wait for you to figure it out, help you with some things they consider difficult, and leave you alone. But if the ENTJ goes out of their way to help you they will stay by your side until you finish, let you see their homework, or spend much more time explaining something to you.
  • Stands by you. They also do it when they like you in general, but when they like you romantically, it is much more fierce. They won’t hesitate if they need to take measures to make sure someone they like is okay. For example, my ENTJ friend will make sarcastic remarks when someone tries to pick on his INFP cousin, or straight up tell them to back off. I figure they do the same with people they like.
  • Time. But in a different way from above. They are much more flexible, for example they will change their schedule to suit you and make time for the both of you to spend together, instead of waiting until you both have time.

I hope this helped. Thanks for the question :)

Ms. Powers- Part 8

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The next day Steve was unable to come to training due to being called to a last minute mission that morning but the day after that he showed up bright and early to oversee the recruits and their camouflage training. “Good morning Captain,” you addressed him. “Good morning Director General,” he coyly spoke, “I’m looking forward to seeing how this training pans out.”

“Me too,” you chuckled. “I’m hoping they took the night to think over tactics they can use to blend in better,” you checked your watch, “excuse me for a second,” you started class promptly at 0700 hours. “Alright,” you wrapped up giving them instructions, “you have 10 minutes starting….now,” the newbies raced to grab materials and rushed off into the woods.

You walked back over to Steve, “They look like they know what they’re doing,” he commented.

“I sure hope so or I’ll have my work cut out for me,” you chuckled as you lead him over to the table where you’d be waiting for the recruits to check in with you once they were found. You could tell that he was thinking hard about something by the way he stayed quieter than usual and how he sat. “What’s up? You seem…preoccupied.”

“I’m just thinking,” his words were accompanied with rosy cheeks. “Oh ok,” you smiled and brushed it off. There was a moment of silence between you before you decided to ask about how the mission went. “It went well. Not the scariest thing I’ve done,” he joked.

“And what is the scariest thing you’ve done,” you laughingly asked semi intrigued.

He sat up straight in his chair and looked down at his lap, his demeanor shifting quickly. You got mildly concerned, afraid that what you asked was wrong somehow, when he answered you in a low voice, “Ask you out on a date.”

“What,” before you could continue the first recruit came to check in with you. “Good work today Collins,” you said writing down her time. As soon as she was out of earshot you turned back to Steve,“What did you say?”

“Would you like to go out on a date…tonight….?”

“Ugh…yeah. I would.” He looked up surprised.

“Really,” you nodded unsure of what to say. “I’ll pick you up at your house tonight?” You nodded at him unable to speak.


(One day ago)

“How did your movie night with Y/N go last night Cap?” Steve turned around to face Natasha as they spoke.

“It was good. How was your night doing,whatever it is, you do?”

“Good, thanks for asking,” she replied. “So-,” she started.

“-Don’t,” Steve interrupted. “Just don’t,” he added as she raised her hands and shrugged her shoulders. He grabbed his shield and made his way off the jet ready to fight whatever he came across.

He had just taken out 3 agents and was making his way across the enemy base when he met up with Natasha. “I took out 2 guards. Sounded like they radioed for help though so be ready,” she informed him. The two of them were running trying to find the room with all the records in it. “So, when are you going to ask Y/N out?”

“Really,” he stopped as 4 guards ran towards them. He and Natasha finished the guards off rather quickly and went back to running. “Is this the best time to talk about this?”

“As good a time as any,” she lead him to the left and they entered a new building. They finally ended up in the records room and Natasha got back to what she considered the real task at hand- setting you and Steve up. “You guys are cute together and it’s clear there’s something there,” she spoke and typed to find the records.

“Romanoff, why are you so persistent on this?”

“Y/N’s one of my best friends, Rogers. She and Clint were the only two people that have never doubted me. I want her to have someone she can depend on like we can depend on her. She doesn’t…,” she thought for the right words, “she doesn’t have someone that understands what she’s gone through, and maybe she never really will, but you are the closest thing that she can get. Just think about it, ok?”


You had a long day today. After Steve left you you were left to wait for the other recruits to be found. After that you had another class to teach in the weight room and paperwork to complete from the last mission that you and the other Avengers had gone on. You were walking back to your house and looked at the clock. 5:30. You had 2 hours before Steve came and picked you up. You pulled out your phone and called Natasha. “Tash, get over to my house,” you hung up before she could probe you over the phone.

Getting home you hoped in the shower; the sweat and grime from today was caked to your body. You heard Nat enter your house about 15 minutes into the shower. 5 minutes later you stepped out and wrapped a towel around your hair and around your body. “Natasha,” you said walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water from the fridge.

“Nice look,”she eyed your towel draped body. “What was the reason for your ever urgent call,” her usual sarcastic tone filled up your kitchen.

“I know you have something to do with it,” you stated matter-of-factly. She rose her eyebrow asking you a silent question. “Steve asked me out on a date this morning.”

She looked surprised as she heard what you said. “Did he? Well, good for him. Good for you! Is that what you’re getting ready for?”

“Yes it is. He’s picking me up at 7:30. But, I wanted to scolled and thank you. Scolled you, because I don’t need you trying to play matchmaker with me, although you don’t believe me I am alright. But, I wanted to thank you because you were right.”

“I was right about what?”

“I like Steve and I think it’ll be good for me to get out and have some fun.” Nat’s face lit up as she smiled at you.

“We’ll you’re welcome. Now, let’s get you in something suitable and get your hair under control. Can you do that thing,” you pointed towards your hair.

“You mean this?” You unwrapped the towel from your head and let your, now, completely dry hair fall onto your shoulders. Being able to control water you were able to evaporate it as quickly as you wanted, making it easy to do your hair when it needed done quick. “Come on. You can help me pick out my outfit.”

An hour later you stood in front of the mirror putting in your earrings. Nat helped you pick out an outfit: jeans and a red semi-dressy tank top and your tan boots. She insisted on doing your hair which was now flowing down in nice waves. “When should Cap be here,” Nat asked from her spot on your bed as she flipped mindlessly through a magazine.

“Anytime,” you checked your watch. You ran, literally, around the house tidying any little thing that you thought looked slightly out of place. In 2 minutes you had the whole house cleaned and tidied up. “Y/N, calm down,” Nat called from upstairs in the same spot; she knew you well enough to know what you were doing. After rearranging the stuff in the fridge you heard he come down the steps. “You gunna get the door,” she said seconds before the doorbell went off. You looked quickly at her. “I saw him coming from the window. Don’t worry I haven’t gone gaining superpowers on you,” she smiled at you.

You walked to the door, composing yourself, and opened it to see a very dapper looking Steve. His smile nicely complimented his khakis and his blue button up. “Hi,” he spoke timidly.

“Hi,” you smiled back.

“I…ugh…got you this,” he produced a flower from behind his back. “I actually took it from the outskirts of the woods but there’s really no shop I can go to nearby to get some,” he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck after he handed you the flower.

“Thanks Steve, it’s beautiful. Let me put this in water real quick,” you waved him in as you rummaged around the cabinets for the vase.

“So, Steve,” Natasha began, “as one of her best friends it’s my job to give the speech.”


She cut you off, “Let it happen Y/N. Steve, if you hurt her I’ll kick your ass, treat her well, yadda yadda yadda….you know the drill.” Steve laughed and nodded his head. “I know how it goes,” he told her.

Walking towards the door you grabbed a jacket, which Steve helped you into- a perfect gentlemen. “Don’t stay out too late kids,” Nat called from your front door as you and Steve made your way away from the house.

“So where are we going?”

With his hands in his pockets he smiled as he kicked his feet forward, “I have a nice place for us we just have to get to jet and helicopter wing.”

“Oh yeah? And where is it after that?”

“I can’t give away all my surprised,” he said and changed the topic to asking about your day.

“Stay here for a second,” Steve said to you through the headset as the helicopter finally settled on the helipad. He quickly exited and ran to the side you were on, opening your door and helping you down from the copter. “Thanks,” you smiled; it had been a long, long, time since you had been treated this way.

“We are about 8 blocks away. You up for walking,” he asked as you stepped onto the streets of the busy Brooklynn.

“I’m up for anything.” He looked down at your hand for a split second, something not everyone would catch. You reached out your hand towards his and he looked up, meeting your eyes, before taking your hand and leading you off down the street.

“This place is nice,” you said as you walked in, taking it all in.

“This place has changed a lot since I was here last,” Steve, too, looked around taking it all in. “Over there they used to have a card table. And that bar was red wood not granite.” He looked around from the booth you were seated in and seemed to be in another time. “It’s changed but it still feels like home, ya’ know,” he glanced at you unsure of his words.

“Believe me I know.” The night took off as you and Steve started talking about his last mission and about his time in Brooklyn. He listed off some of his favorite spots, some of which you had actually been to back in the day, and you told him some of yours from back then. In what seemed like a matter of minutes you and Steve were talking around Brooklyn looking for the location of the places that had been there all those years ago. By the time you got back to the base it was 3 in the morning.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said standing against your front door. “I had a really nice time tonight.”

“I did to,” he smiled at his feet before meeting your gaze. “I know you have training and some meetings through the week, but, would you want to go back out Saturday?” You jumped to answer yes but you remembered something before you answered.

“I have to go see a friend Saturday and I don’t think you’d want to come to that,” you said sadly.

“I’d love to come if you want me to.”

“Really?” He nodded, “If I get to meet a friend of yours that doesn’t work here that’d be great.”

“Alright then, Saturday at noon at the jets?”

“Sounds like a date.” You both stood there for a second, unsure of what to do next. Steve took a step towards you and leaned in pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, “Goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Steve.” You walked inside and for the first time in a long time you felt like a kid again.

All I Want For Christmas Is You

The familiar tune of a holiday classic sounds softly over the din of the room filled with people chattering animatedly to each other about the nearing holiday season. Although Lena disliked the holidays, she found herself in awe of the effort that went into the decoration of the building. Beautiful balsam wreaths were wrapped intricately around the pillars throughout the space, the pleasant albeit sharp smell of cinnamon permeated the air, and in the back of the room was a large, pulchritudinous pine tree adorned with thousands of shining lights, shimmering red tinsel, and a plethora of ornaments of various shapes and sizes. It looked like a scene from one of those Hallmark movies that played on television every year.

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still-searching47  asked:

Lacey, who is your best friend that isn't Stiltskin? Stiltskin same question. What do you like to do? Is there a space equivalent of a bowling league or getting your nails done?

Lacey: I have a younger sister, Ally, whom I’m very close to, so I have a ready-made friend in her. I’m also friends with Officer Nova at Force Base and we get together for drinks quite regularly. She brings me all the latest gossip from the operations centre and I bring her all the latest gossip from the medical centre and we generally have a good laugh over a few mojitos. 

Stiltskin: I generally keep myself to myself. My closest friend is probably Morgana, who I did medical training under back on our home planet. She’s one of very few Rumplurians who remained at Force Base so we’ve always tended to stick together, and she’s like family to me. 

I also consider Lieutenant Charming a good friend; he’s the one I would go to for courtship advice should I ever need it, and he was the best man at our wedding. 

Bowling leagues and getting your nails done are still perfectly acceptable pastimes in the space age. Bowling comes with the added excitement of an anti-gravity option, which is both fraught with danger and also incredibly entertaining. All competitors must wear safety helmets and there is a goalkeeper in charge of making sure the pins don’t float away. 

Déjà Vu (Drabble) [10]

Day & Night (Drabble Series): Pt. [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7], [8], [9], [10], [11]

Genre: Angst

College AU

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1,258

A/N: I meant to update sooner, but I got a bit busy. Hope you can all enjoy this~ Thank you all so much for taking time out of your day to read this c:

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[December 2, 2016]

               The seven boys sat in a large booth at a local bar surrounded by beer, salted peanuts, and hot wings. They had all come to the conclusion that they needed to go out and let loose, because lately school had been hectic with finals right around the corner. It was rowdy in the small establishment, there were plenty of people scattered everywhere, but their voices were muffled by Weezer playing in the background.

               Despite them being in such a public setting, it felt quite intimate. The seven of them decided to take advantage of this get together to get to know each other a bit better. At this very moment they found themselves playing what Yoongi considered an unnecessarily childish game of ‘never have I ever’.

               “Never have I ever… Had sex.” Of course Namjoon would be the one to bring that up, thought Yoongi as he took a swig of his beer. It was a surprise to them when everyone took a sip, except for Jungkook who sat there flushed most likely because it was revealed that he was the only virgin.

               “Hold up, you’re not a virgin?” blurted out Namjoon gawking at Jin.

               “What? No! What are you trying to say?” the oldest hissed narrowing his eyes at his silver haired friend.

               “It’s just… I find it hard to believe.” Namjoon meekly replied.

               “Why? I’m handsome!” Jin retorted, obviously offended.

               “That’s not why, you’re just so– you.”  the other boy attempted to reason.

              “Are you sure you aren’t lying? You know, to fit in, being the oldest it would be a little embarrassing to be the only virgin here, besides Jungkook.” Hoseok teased earning a glare from both Jungkook and Jin.

              “Lying? What kind of man do you think I am? I’m telling the truth.” the toffee haired male scoffed crossing his arms.

               “Then prove it to us!” chimed Taehyung.


               “Tell us the details.” Sniggered Jimin.

               “But– I– “

               “I knew you were lying.” Taunted a smug Namjoon.

               “It happened when I went home during summer vacation my second year of college.” Everyone’s attention was now on the eldest. “I was twenty and she was seventeen.” Oddly enough that statement gave Yoongi a weird sense of déjà vu.

               “I was seventeen and he was twenty.”

               “I’d known her most of my life.”

               “I’d known him most of my life.”

               “I was her first.”

               “I was his first.”

               Yoongi’s breath hitched as Y/N’s and Jin’s words rung in his head, the reason this conversation seemed so familiar was because a couple nights ago he and Y/N had talked about their first times. Somehow the conversation had come up and because of that they both ended up revealing several intimate secrets to one another.

               “Was she pretty?” inquired Taehyung breaking Yoongi out of his thoughts.

               “Beautiful.” Their friend replied with a sincere smile.

               “Did you like her?” wondered Jungkook.

               “I loved her.” Jin muttered sheepishly. “Now get off my back.” He grumbled stuffing a boneless wing into his mouth.

               Suddenly Yoongi felt queasy, he had a strong urge to throw up. His palms were sweaty and the room was spinning, he was well aware this wasn’t because of the alcohol seeing as how he hadn’t had much and his tolerance was quite high. His breathing was slightly erratic and every time his eyes were met with the toffee haired male his insides would churn. The simple thought of one of his closest friends– best friends having slept with who he considered his girl drove him crazy. Had it been anyone else, he wouldn’t have cared, but she lost it to one of his best friend. He’d known Jin for four years now and never had he ever told him this, even now the older man didn’t disclose all of the details, but despite that Yoongi knew who Jin was talking about.

               “Yoongi?” Y/N was taken back by his sudden appearance, she was well aware that he was supposed to be hanging out with the boys tonight. “Come in.” with that Y/N stepped aside and let the troubled looking black haired boy in.

               “It was Jin.”

               Her browns furrowed together in confusion and she tilted her head slightly to the side before letting out a muddled. “What?”

               “Your first.” He added, her lips twitched down into a frown, she was still obviously puzzled. “Jin was the man you were talking about the other night, he’s the one you lost your virginity to.”

               “How did you–“

               “Jin told us– well sort of…” Yoongi paused as raked his fingers through his dark locks in a frustrated manner. “Somehow the conversation of sex came up and next thing I know Jin is telling us about his first time, although he never dropped any names… Both your stories matched up.” The man heaved a sigh before continuing. “Why didn’t you ever tell me?” his strained voice was entwined with distress, which threw her off completely.

               “I didn’t think it mattered.” She responded shrugging. “Why do you even care?” Y/N didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh, but she just couldn’t fathom why this was even a conversation.  

               “Because he’s one of my best friends!” the boy growled angrily. “You slept with my best friend!”

               “Yeah, I did, but that was three years ago. So why is it such a big deal? I didn’t even know you back then!”

               “Fuck!” the sound of his fist making contact with the nearest wall resonated throughout the cozy living room, startled by his irrational actions Y/N jumped. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, a shaky hand rested on her chest in an attempt to calm her racing heart. “Just the thought of Jin being inside of you–“

               “Stop, why are you even thinking about that? It was forever ago.”

               “And? That doesn’t change the fact that his lips were once on yours, at one point his hands were all over you, and that he too had his face buried between your legs–“

               “Yoongi!” the girl shrieked in an attempt to shut the vulgar boy up.


              After what felt like the longest sixty seconds of her life Yoongi began to walk over then stopped a couple millimeters away from her. “You’re mine…” he stated while fondly caressing her cheek. “You know that, right baby?” right when she was about to reply he crashed his lips onto hers. His slender fingers tightly gripped her chin as he possessively pressed his mouth against hers and she would have enjoyed it if it weren’t for the situation and the unpleasantly bitter taste of alcohol that lingered between kisses.  

               The brunette abruptly pulled away, her face was scrunched in disgust. “Have you been drinking?”

               “I’m not drunk if that’s what you’re wondering.”
               “Maybe not, but you’re obviously not in the right mind either.” Y/N scowled shoving the older man away from her. “Because if you were you wouldn’t have come to my home in the middle of the night to make a big deal out of something that happened ages ago.”

               “Whether it was three years ago or three hours ago, it still happened!”

              Y/N would be lying if she said she wasn’t a tinge bit frightened by his outburst, after all she had never seen him this livid. Yet, she was herself was furious as well because he was making something out of nothing.  

               “Yes, it did! But if you can’t leave what happened in the past where it belongs then you too are going to end up a part of my past.”

Why Did We Break Up, Again? - SAL VULCANO/OC: Smut

Hey, I’ll get back to requests tonight, just had this idea for a quick story that I wanted to get out. Hope that’s cool! x

“I can hear you hesitating, what’s up?” Q’s voice on the other end of the line made her laugh bitterly a little bit, running a hand through her hair.

“Is Sal going to be there?” She asked, just biting the bullet.

“Yeah… What? Have you guys not hung out since you broke up? That was like a year ago right?” He said with surprise.

“We’ve been at the same parties and stuff but this is like a smaller thing at your place, it could be awkward.” She grumbled.

“Dude, come on, you guys were good friends before you got together, it’ll just be like that again.” She could almost hear him shrugging.

“Q, you’re missing out the interim where we dated for two years and he broke my heart.” Pouring herself out a glass of juice, she shook her head to herself.

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