i don't even like him but this cap came out so pretty

I’ll Be Good - Part 1

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 2

Summary: You’re an old colleague of Natasha’s who finds herself face to face with the Winter Soldier on the wrong end of an Avengers’ op.

Warnings: swearing (honestly shocked I haven’t sworn already), mild violence

Word count: 1700 (is it lucky that my first post is 1700 even?!)

Author’s Note: I have had a spectacularly awful day and have decided that I might as well let my b.barnes tumblr go down with the ship. So I’m posting my first ever attempt at a fic. I have written 3 parts and stared at them with trepidation for a week. Pt 3 is my fav., so I’ll post at least that much unless you all tell me there are enough self-indulgent non-writers out there and I need to stop now.

Tags: is this a joke? why the hell do I even have a tags section? I can’t believe I’m doing this…
@marvelatmytrash because you’re a lovely human being an Imma need your encouragement (or to gently put me out of my misery)
@thedragonblood because you once posted for your followers to tag you and I’m sorry, be careful what you wish for.

Here goes…

This was a pretty simple mission. The interrogation last week had been fruitful and the small team were now en route to the drop off site. It was an illegal weapons trade, their goal was to stop it and capture the leaders. They had the most adept team available and it should have been simple – Clint was pilot and as usual the tactical eyes in the field. Bucky and Nat would take out the security, clearing a path for Steve to apprehend the organizers. Routine.

They landed in a heavily wooded area a mile from the site of the deal. The four of them left the jet and started making their way in when a long-range shot skimmed a nearby tree. As the team ducked for cover, Natasha examined the fresh wound on her left arm just inches above a very similar scar she had obtained a few years earlier. “Shit,” she mumbled thinking If that was Y/N, that was a warning shot, and Y/N won’t be so generous with the rest of my team.

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spectralspices  asked:

So. Secret Empire. I read it and it's just a sickening mess. Everything happening is just in service of making the Big Event Happen (like civil war 2, bluh) and the only reason I'm really excited for this is so that we can just purge nazi-cap from our collective consciousness once this is over. I don't even have a question! I'm just venting about this shitty event! Fuck nick spencer, that guy is a moron with no respect for where cap CAME from. "Oh he was a nazi the whole time" eat SHIT SPENCER

poorsimon said:Do you think there is a slight possibility that we’ll get a fantastic four book in 2017 to celebrate jack kirbys centenary? Marvel is a hot mess right now with that boring fascist captain America and every series that I was enjoying is either ending in the next couple of months or crossover events are ruining them, looks like marvel is in the same place dc was during the new 52 era

Anonymous said:Thoughts on Dark Matter/Generations/Secret Empire? Specifically for secret Empire, Cap is on of my favorite heroes and I feel like this fundamentally breaks him in a really shitty way. Not to say we won’t get good stories with him in the future, but it’s sort of like Dr. Light where every time he shows up you can’t help but think of identity crisis.

There’s been a bit of a theme to my asks the last couple days.

So yeah. Spoilers ahead, obviously: in the midst of an all-out assault on the nation and world, just as it seemed everyone would make it through like always to see another day, America was betrayed by its systems and subverted from within, culminating in an overt fascist seizing of the White House. Don’t worry though, this week Marvel’s saying it isn’t political.

The cake-topper being that as it turns out via flashback, Nazi Cap (and in response to the inevitable um, actually’s: Hydra’s seminal story under Steranko showed their leader as a character created by Stan and Jack as a Nazi, pretty much all explicit Hydra-isn’t-Nazis material are retcons by Spencer for this arc, “Hail Hydra” is an obvious analogue for another fascist chant, the ‘real Hydra’ inner circle includes Nazis and Neo-Nazis, and this Cap’s vision for America includes white children hunting black children in the street. He’s a fuckin’ Nazi) isn’t a construct of the cosmic cube, but in fact the real Steve Rogers: the Axis won World War II, but the Allies used a cosmic cube to create a fake history where Rogers was on their side and they won the war - gotta ask why they didn’t deal with the Holocaust too - with the real guy now reactivated and fulfilling his true mission. Obviously, this not only delegitimizes every story of a character created by a pair of Jewish-Americans specifically to punch Hitler right in the fucking face, but does it by stating that in the natural course of things, the Master Race of course overtakes the Earth with their sheer superiority, with the very concept of the people they would annihilate having a chance at hope or justice or freedom being a lie currently in the process of getting torn down.

This is a little bit touchy.

There’s obvious franchising reasons for this: Chris Evans has made clear he isn’t sticking around for long if at all after Avengers 4, while as of that movie Anthony Mackie will still have at least 3 films in his contract, so it’s in their interests to set Sam Wilson up in the comics as Captain America to match. Problem is, they started the process before a movie about Steve Rogers, so they had to bring him back, and now have to figure out a way to get him out of the picture for a longer period than simply old age or death. And if you want to get him out of the running for the title of One True Captain America, not only making him a Nazi, and retroactively always a Nazi at that, but classifying literally every non-Nazi Captain America story essentially in-universe fanfic? That’ll get him off the board for awhile. It’s ruinously terrible, but also quick and easy, same as it was quick and easy to move Captain Marvel and once upon a time Iron Man into the spotlight in time for their movies by making them fascists. You’ll have to ask Marvel why fascism is their go-to shocking character twist, though.

I think the source point of the issues here stems from something simple I mentioned recently: I don’t think either of the Big Two necessarily believe there’s going to be a comic book industry in 20 years, or even necessarily 10, so there’s no real reason to attempt anything other than drawing as much blood from the stone as they possibly can. Clearly the creators are trying their best, middle-management I’m sure have long-term plans, and I doubt the powers-that-be want it to fail. But sales have been dropping for years, and neither of them have demonstrated any plan of substance whatsoever to reverse that trend. They both had their moments of attempting to right the ship, and both fell through – the original Marvel NOW! and its immediate follow-ups were major successes, but half their biggest writers left in the wake of Secret Wars and so they reverted to type with endless editorial interference and bullshit crossovers, while DC’s attempt at innovation with DCYou was scattershot at best, clearly born less of a philosophy of “let’s let our best talents try bold new things!” nearly so much as “let’s do weird new things that might grab headlines”. 

Viewed in that light, many of their recent decisions start to make sense; after the New 52 trying to draw in 90s fanboys and maybe a couple teenagers fell through, DC’s explicitly banking on rolling back the clock and appealing to the core fanbase with Rebirth while simultaneously betting everything on the shock value of incorporating Watchmen, while Marvel has fallen back on its regular event-and-relaunch tactics, and if the “Make Mine Marvel” rumors are true, they’ll soon be returning to a predominately white and male cast of headliners with a handful of exceptions (hence why escape hatches were built into almost all of their recent successor characters – Mjolner was prophesied to return to the Odinson before the first issue of Jane Foster’s book, Tony Stark is only in stasis, the Ultimate Universe may or may not be waiting out there for Miles and his cast to return, etc.) They don’t think there’s a new audience to be won, or at minimum they clearly haven’t given any thought to the kind of formatting, publication, narrative or marketing breakthroughs that might let them reach that wider audience (probably part of why they’re so petrified of staying in retailers’ good graces – digital of the way of the future, but they don’t believe they’re going to see that future, therefore they’re sticking to appealing to the base while they can), and so naturally they’re going to the tried-and-true methods of drawing cash out of the existing audience until it all falls apart, by which time everyone currently at the top will have new jobs or be retired.

So that Marvel in particular has been overly contemptuous of progressive elements of their fanbase isn’t shocking. I doubt their leadership of middle-aged guys have any particular sympathy for their viewpoint, and if they don’t see them as a potential pathway to saving the industry either, then it’s not a surprise they clearly see them as a gaggle of mercurial, industry-ignorant whiners, to be discarded once the half-hearted measures at winning them over aren’t enough. And if they’ve decided they don’t give a shit about progressive ideals in the slightest beyond what’s necessary to avoid mainstream attention on their fuck-ups, and they don’t seem to be trying to bring about a workable model for the industry – especially given that they’re at this point unquestionably the secondary caretakers of these characters compared to TV and movies, so these franchises can go on without them – and they’re convinced shock value stunts and events are the only way to draw in dollars while they can, then yeah. Sure. Why wouldn’t they make Captain America a Nazi? To think that’s a bad idea would require meaningfully giving a shit about their own product, or at least thinking that anyone else will in a few years.

As for the Fantastic Four, that’s probably still in Fox’s hands, but I really do hope Al Ewing gets a crack at them someday.

kotaro-in-space  asked:

I'm glad that you'll be writing more fanfiction again~! I'd like to ask for [Aarmau] (PDH) + ❝I don’t think i can do this without you.❞

title: when you kiss me, heaven sighs

summary: soft words and softer kisses is exactly what the doctor ordered. Aarmau. Mystreet. Post MS:ES.

a/n: fun fact—Aarmau really grown on me over the past few months and I always wanted to write a sweet ficlet for the pair. Thank you for the chance and the compliment! I recommend listening to La Vie En Rose cover! The main inspo of this.

warning(s): fluff, soft love, I really need to write these two more

She flits around the room, a string of unintelligible mumbles and a few loose curses in her wake. Her hair tuck under a baseball cap with strands messily covering her face, red hoodie and baggy sweats seem to make her already small form even smaller; this is the scene he came upon.

And he couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Leaning against the doorway, Aaron cross his arms as he watches her continue to zip across the room with ‘Where is it? Where is it? Where is it?’ under her breath. When she finally takes a moment, and realize she isn’t alone, he then chuckles.

“I guess I was right about you not taking a nap, Aph,” he says softly, pushing off from the doorframe and takes a step in. The room looks as if a tornado made a visit, her things and his things were a mess on the floor, bed, and everywhere in between. She frowns, her hands wringing together nervously and she looks at her feet as her cheeks glows with embarrassment. Aaron speaks again, reaching out—and she doesn’t pull away, letting herself be pull into a hug, “Oh potato, do you wanna tell me why you look so fried?”

She snorts out a muffled “Bad pun.”

He smiles wider, removing her hat as he rests his chin on top of her head.

“I thought it was a pretty great attempt,” his fingers run through her hair, quietly untangling the knots, “I really took my time to hash that one out.”

Another snort, then a giggle. “Oh no, Aaron please— “

“Such an ap-peel-ing laugh you have there, potato.” he chuckles again, and she looks up with a defeated ‘You’re as lame as your jokes’ expression—a look meant for him and him alone. But she is, in the end, a person adores a bad joke. Even though a full smile didn’t return, she rests her head against his chest and sighs.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, after a moment passes. “I didn’t want to… worry you but I did, didn’t I?”

“Shh,” he presses a kiss and continues to speak gently, “You have nothing to apologize for. You were gone for a while and I decided to check on you.”

“…Only to find me wrecking our room…”

“Which we can clean up—after we find what you’re looking for.”

She falls quiet again. Pulling away slightly, she looks up at him with a studying look—one she gives often, as her mind mulls over what to say; choosing her words carefully. Her fingers trace a nonsensical pattern and her cheeks warm only more, biting her lip in embarrassment. “Would you really be okay with helping me?”

“I think me offering answers the question,” his hand brushes her cheek, tucking a lock behind her ear, “so what’s up, bud?”

“…don’t you mean,” she grins, “spud?”

“Pft, clever catch.” She beams at him and they both share a laugh, as he leans down to give her a small peck. She hums into the chaste kiss, her eyes softening and she whispers, “Can’t beat the pun master, sweetie.”

She stands on the tips of her toes, another smooch they share. And when he went in for a third, she laughs, happily accepting it, along with one of his cheek.

“Okay… don’t make fun of me,” she closes her eyes and shaking her head, “but… since you’re here, I might need some help with the top shelves in the closet.”

“Hmm…” he rubs his chin for a moment, narrowing his eyes, “Now I was remembering this morning, you were complaining about my height? Now the tables have turned.

She sticks out her tongue, “In my defense, you called me short.”

“I called you vertically challenged.”

Same difference.

“Well, no, I was being polite when I said it.”

She gives a loud ‘ugh’ but as he caves into his laugh, she does as well shaking her head again. “I don’t think I can do this without you— would you be a gentle giant and help me?”

“Of course, shortie.”

She playfully sticks her tongue out at him again, and he retaliates by doing the same. She turns on her heels, pushing off him as she strides to the closet—and naturally, he follows suit. Though, a few good laughs won’t change what’s happen… a light feeling of relief, seeing her smile more at ease than moments before.

He hums an old tune under his breath, and though I close my eyes; I see La Vie En Rose. A lovely, lovely life he wishes to give.

scriptureofashes  asked:

Hi! You said Homecoming prompts were open. I'm feeling angsty. Tony suffering over Civil War, Steve (maybe even Bucky?). Just... Peter's there and shows Tony how he's a part of his life now and there's some mutual, fluffy comforting (if one of them cries it's gold). Just "they hurt you badly and I will stand by you, Mr. Stark" and "Kid I will protect you with my life, don't doubt it" basically. Evidently, I'm not fond of Team Cap at the moment (only Bucky), but you do you! (Pretty please?)

@scriptureofashes So this took me a few tries to write as I am experiencing a bit of a writer’s block, but I hope I nailed the feeling you were going for? I tried to make it angsty yet keep the fluffy comfort level high and I hope I succeeded. I rather like how this turned out myself, but I’d love to hear your opinion!

Bright lighting. The unmistakable smell of antiseptic, industrial cleaning supplies and sick people in the air. He was fairly certain he was being kept a hospital bed. He groaned softly, squinting against the blinding lights.

“Mr. Stark?”

He knew that voice… Soft, young, he thinks it’s male. Was that-? “Peter?”

“Oh my god, you’re awake!”

Tony turned his head, rubbing a hand over his forehead, wincing as he pressed against some bruises and cuts. “Could you stop screaming, it’s giving me a headache.”

Peter ducked and looked down at the ground, nodding quickly. “Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m sorry, I’m just really glad you’re conscious.”

Conscious? That would indicate that he’d been unconscious for a while after Siberia. Which begged the question… “How long was I out for?”

“Three days, Mr.Stark.”

He blanked for a moment. He’d been out for three days? How badly had he been hurt…

His mind returned to the banging of metal on metal, cold steel and blue eyes as a shield came crashing down on his chest and took out his reactor. The feeling of ice seeping into his veins as he laid beaten and broken on cold concrete.

A flash of madness and a drive to kill in imperfect blue eyes, the snarl on Steve’s face…

He gasped, grasping at a soft, warm object to anchor himself as the darkness closed in around him. His chest constricted, the hole in his sternum seemed to open up once again, threatening to swallow him whole. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t see as everything had gone dark, the edges of his vision faintly showing him some dulled colors as he grasped at anything around him to pull him back up.

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Lost My Way: Kim Taehyung

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Rating: T

I wrote this a couple of days after I purchased my BTS Anaheim ticket because I just imagined this happening. Only if it did….



Oh lord.

He was screwed….

Taehyung nervously looked around, staring at his phone that had a black screen.

“No, no, no! You did not just run out of battery!” He clicked the home button multiple times in hope. But the phone did nothing, lying motionless in his hand.

“Manager Hyung is going to kill me…” The tall male gulped as he looked around, foreign faces passing by him.

“I’m definitely lost,” Taehyung muttered to himself, his stomach dropping in dread, “Why is LA so confusing?” He mumbled as he wandered around, not knowing where he was going.

It was definitely not a smart idea deciding to leave the hotel room. Especially when he and the boys were supposed to leave for Anaheim today for tomorrow’s concert.

To add to his bad luck, they were supposed to leave two hours ago, which meant he’s been out for more than six hours.

Taehyung looked back down at his phone, hoping that this was a bad joke or dream. Sadly, his phone did actually run out of battery and he couldn’t do anything about it.

His phone was dead.

He was in a foreign country.

He was alone with only five dollars remaining in his pocket.

And finally….

He had no idea where he was and how he was going to return to his hotel.

He just hoped one of the boys or the managers found the note he left. He wrote down that he was going to go sight seeing and would be back soon.

But if he didn’t return, they’ll surely send out a search party, right…?

Taehyung frowned as he realized the number of people started to decrease as the shops on the streets changed to houses and apartments.

He was feeling extremely worried as it began to get dark, the sun starting to set.

“Eomma, I’m fine,” Taehyung’s head snapped to the side as words he could understand entered his ears, a spark of hope shining in him.


“Eomma, I’m fine.”

You sighed with your phone squeezed between your ear and shoulder as you fumbled with your keys and grocery bags, trying to open the door to your house.

“Honey, you know, you don’t have to stay at that house. We should have sold it when your father and I retired and moved back to Daegu. You know, you’re welcomed to join us if you would like, your brother doesn’t admit it but he misses you as well,” your mother’s soft voice entered your ear, the worry obvious by the tone she was using.

“I’m fine, you enjoy your retired life in Korea, both you and Appa deserve it. And I’ll probably move over there as soon as I finish the major project at work and everything calms down,” you sighed in relief as the door finally opened.

“Excuse me…?”

You flinched in surprise as you heard a deep voice from behind you. You swiftly turned around, pulling your phone away from your ear.

“Eomma, I’ll call you back, saranghaeyo!” You quickly needed your conversation as you curiously faced the man who stood by your door.

He was tall, probably a head taller than your 5’4 ft (163 cm) height. He seemed around the height of your younger brother, who was 5’10.

You couldn’t get a good look at his face because his baseball cap was pulled down pretty far.

“Yes? How can I help you?” You spoke in Korean, knowing the man could speak in your mother tongue because he called out to you with it.

Taehyung nervously shuffled his feet as he tugged his hat off, “Um, I’m here on a vacation with my group of friends and I got lost,” Taehyung slowly spoke, “My phone’s battery died and I can’t find my way back to my hotel. The only thing I actually know is that I’m supposed to go to Anaheim and that I need to be there by 8 PM tomorrow…”

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dhrachth  asked:

For fic, I'd love to see something with Post-Serum!Steve interacting with people he knew from Brooklyn. It just seems kinda weird to me how, other than Bucky, it's as if Steve didn't know a single person pre-WW2.

@dhrachth, I didn’t forget about you, I promise, though I still find it hilarious that I asked for prompts with WW2 S/B and/or the HC, and the two prompts I got were for Steve never going to war and then for Steve at home without Bucky or the HC. My readers have started subverting my prompts for me! ;) I also don’t have a lot for this, because in my head Steve hits the road for bond collection pretty quickly, so I don’t know that he’d see anybody in person post-serum. (Unless it’s post-ice, but since I’m not writing post-ice, I assume you meant c.1943.)

That said:

“Got another package!” Dick shouted, coming into the pharmacy with his letterbag slung over one shoulder and his postman’s cap cocked on his bald head. “Where’s Maggie? Feels like Rogers sent another spoon.”

Maggie’s husband, Bill Harrigan - the owner of Harrigan’s Pharmaceuticals - waved a hand toward the back, nearly caught his granddaughter in the nose when she scampered off the stool in a tangle of elbows, knees and curly red hair. “I’ll get her!” Melly shrieked, clattering behind the counter and through the swinging doors into the back. “Grams! Mr. Belton’s got another letter from Steve!” Dick and Bill winced - Melly’s excitement could shatter glass. “He says there’s a spoon!”

This spoon was from San Francisco, this time. Maggie put it on the tray with the others, under the glass counter where everyone who came in could see. Melly reorganized the tray at least twice a week, couldn’t decide if the decorative silver spoons should go in alphabetical order - Boston to Washington - or in the order Steve Rogers had mailed them as the Army sent him parading around the US.

Maggie kept the most recent letter under the counter, too, because folks had a habit of dropping by to find out just where little Stevie Rogers was going next. (Not so little anymore, according to the recruiting posters, according to Ira Clearfield who swore he’d seen Steve pick up a motorcycle and three showgirls when he was whisked through Madison Square Garden without even staying long enough to spend the night.)

“He says he’s on the next ship to London,” Maggie told Mrs. Cho, reading aloud for her and the three other customers listening in. “Says they’re talking about sending him to perform for the soldiers, just like Bing Crosby!”

“Aw, hell,” young Irv Gold muttered, rolling his eyes like he was fifty and not fifteen. “Those poor suckers. Rogers can’t even take a joke - he sure as heck can’t tell one!”

“Maybe he sings,” Melly retorted, her chin in her hands as she peered dreamily at the USO poster with Steve that Bill had pinned on the wall. Maggie - who had heard Steve sing in church, whenever the boy hadn’t lost his voice to pneumonia or the flu or asthma - winced and hoped for the soldiers’ sake that Steve Rogers stuck to picking up motorcycles and pinup girls.

“Does it say when he’s coming home?” Mrs. Cho wondered, squinting at the letter from where she hunched over her cane. Steve and James had picked up her groceries every week, before James had been drafted and Steve had joined the war.

Maggie shrugged and shook her head, glanced unwillingly at the three blue stars hanging in the window at the front of their shop, Melly’s dad and his brothers - all three of Maggie’s boys away with the war.

“He doesn’t say,” she said, and it wouldn’t have mattered if he did say, because Maggie knew the Army didn’t like to let its recruits go, and little Steve Rogers had spent so much time getting into the war that Maggie couldn’t see the boy wanting to come home. “Says he’s hoping to run into James, once he gets to the front, that he’ll drag the boy on stage with him once he does.”

She doesn’t tell Mrs. Cho that Steve had asked if there was any word from his friend, asked them to check with Mrs. Barnes to see if James had sent any letters for Steve. He’d been asking for months, now, twelve letters and ten spoons and Maggie didn’t bother checking with Maureen Barnes, anymore, because she already knew that there was no word from James.

No point in telling Steve that, though. The boy might be able to pick up a motorcycle, now, but one Irish youngster couldn’t stop the war and bring all the soldiers home. (Maggie brushed her fingers across the scrap of fabric with her youngest son’s star, Jimmy eighteen and drafted just the month before, thought of how Steve had gazed at James’s uniform with a different sort of star in his eyes. One boy couldn’t stop a war - but Maggie suspected that little Steve Rogers might just be willing to try.)

tygermama  asked:

I keep picturing Steve, de-serumed, still himself, getting into fights and the other Avengers trying to protect him. He's cornered in an alley and Bucky, still confused about who he is and who Steve is, drops out of nowhere, saves Steve's butt & throws him over his shoulder, muttering in Russian. Everyone can hear Steve, through his earpiece, respond to Buck's Russian mutterings. "I thought you didn't speak Russian well" "I don't, but I know the tone and I've had this argument before"

It’s temporary, is what they’re told.

Wanda’s codename might be Scarlet Witch but this is something that is specifically not in her skillset - at least, not yet, according to their SHIELD Magical Consultant. She’ll get there, eventually. 

Magical Consultant.  It’s enough to set Tony’s teeth on edge.  He hates it when people get all mystical on him.  Said Magical Consultant at least had the decency to look sheepish about it.  Also, her nickname was funny enough to alleviate the situation.

“The short answer is that HYDRA didn’t realize that there was a magical component to Erskine’s serum.  It’s ancient and it’s powerful and that’s pretty much why your Captain is still alive, albeit in a bitty form,” Spooky said reassuringly. 

Spooky.  Hilarious, right?

“Awww,” Wanda cooed.  Her brother rolled his eyes heavenwards. 

Steve was slightly bemused at this reaction but was taking it in good grace.  So far. 

Now, the sane, sensible thing to do for a Captain America who’s currently five foot odd, ninety pounds wet, with a set of illnesses that were currently treatable by modern medicine was to relax, stay where he was safe and get cooed over by nearly every female in the new SHIELD and Avengers Initiative -

(Hell, even Maria Hill was not immune! And Darcy pretty much took one look at him and let out a squee that was heard all over the damn Tower.

Fine, Tony felt like squeeing himself.  Shut up.  Cap was adorable, okay?)

and generally wait for the day he could turn back into Super!Cap again.

They had not realized who Steven Grant Rogers really was.

Steve insisted that he take up the search for Bucky Barnes a.k.a. the Russian Winter of Death and Destruction.  See, Tony had this Great List of Enormously Bad Ideas and he ought to know, because he’d patented like 90% of the Top Ten - Stark Industries™, thank you.    But this idea of playing bait for HYDRA, hoping to draw the Winter Soldier out?

Number one.  Tony would like it stated for the record.  Number. Fucking. One.

Also, not Tony’s idea!

So of course HYDRA strikes at a time when the majority of the Avengers’ heavy hitters and fastest members are in California, dealing with actual Godzilla. 

(Yes, really.  Godzilla.  They were going to figure out where the hell it came from later, but their main concern at the moment was to get it out of L.A. and minimize the casualties.)

Also, to be fair, Steve wasn’t exactly trolling for HYDRA on this particular day - he’d just been on a food run, but it was fortunate that he’d put his earpiece on, out of habit. 

Barton was back at the Tower, recovering from an injury.  Sam - whose wings were still under repair from the last battle they had - and Natasha were also there and currently en route to Steve’s location, with a small SHIELD team that included a couple of Director “Hi-Forgot-to-tell-you-I’m-not-Dead” Coulson’s people. 

“Hold tight, Steve, we’re coming,” Natasha tells him. 

“Got nothing better to do, to be honest,” Steve wheezes.  There’s a couple of clangs.  Curses in the background.  “Glad to see they still make trash can lids like they used to.”

“Please tell me you didn’t just use a couple of trash can lids like your shield,” Tony begged, as he zipped and ducked from an angry Godzilla claw. 

“I didn’t just use a couple of trash can lids like my shield,” Steve repeats dutifully.

“Well done, Captain!” Thor booms.  Godzilla lights up with the lightning.  It roars.  But it got hurt all the same.

“God damn it,” Steve says resignedly. 

Language!”  What, like Tony could resist that one?

“Steve, where are you?” Sam asks. 

“Alleyway - somewhere along – “ Steve gets abruptly cut off.

“STEVE!”  Now it’s the entire team yelling.

They can’t believe they all hear the angry growl in the background.  But there’s some terrified screaming and it’s thankfully not Steve Rogers and yep, they all heard, “Holy fucking shit, it’s the Winter Soldier!” and “Why is the trigger not working?”

And then there’s a distinctive string of angry Russian and Steve:  “I had ‘em on the ropes, Bucky.”

More Russian.  It prompted an amused snort from Natasha.

“I did! I ain’t completely helpless – okay, fine, yes, I know you don’t think of me that way, I’m sorry, all right?”

Still another burst of Russian - Tony was seriously going to have to learn the language wasn’t he?

Pietro and Wanda both laughed at this one. 

“Sergeant Barnes is rather…. protective of the Captain, isn’t he?” Pietro said over the comms.

Sam’s turn to snort.  “Understatement, much?”

“I’m proud of you, Steve,” Natasha tells him.  “The Russian lessons are paying off?  ETA: three minutes by the way - Sam and I can make it ten if you two need a moment alone.”

“I still understand every couple words to be honest but I know that tone and we’ve had this argument before.  And just get here, you two.

Bucky sighs and he responds, with unmistakable affection, “Stepushka.”  And then there’s a strange whirring noise


“Нет, Stepushka.”

Well, that they could all understand.

“Did you just pat me on the ass - Bucky!” 

“Солнышко моё,” the Winter Soldier purrs contentedly.  And said a few more things that were, unmistakeably, endearments.

“Wow, this is the first time I’ve seen Natasha blush,” Sam says on the comms.

“Take a picture,” Barton chimes in.  “For posterity!”

They do get to meet Bucky Barnes a little later, after Thor manages to chase Godzilla into a mostly uninhabited world where he would be free to roam without going smash on an unsuspecting civilization. 

He’s not completely Bucky yet, but the way he was doting on Bitty!Cap was unmistakable, as was the sunshine smile on Cap’s face.  It got a little R-rated at the end though and everyone ran for their lives and sanity (Barton dragged along a pouting Nat while Thor took care of Darcy - they weren’t scandalized, naturally).  They should’ve known to clear out earlier, since the Soldier’s hands weren’t too far from Steve’s tiny ass since the moment they arrived at the Tower.

- end -

Note:  tygermama does it again.  Also, Steve’s adorable tiny behind is a big factor in the recovery of the Winter Soldier.  Fact.  :P

Apparently, Google tells me that the above endearment is “My sunshine” or “My sun” which is a perfectly reasonable endearment for a purring Winter Soldier to use on his tiny Captain.

anonymous asked:

RFA members finding out MC is a childhood friend? But it took both of them some time to remember because they were so little. !!SPOILERS!! I don't know if it works for 707, giving his past, unless MC was someone from the church...?


  • somehow, he managed to convince 707 to send him a picture of MC
  • and when he sees the picture
  • and connects the name…
  • wait a minute
  • the memories come rushing back to him??
  • all those times he played with MC as a child…?
  • this means MC had, at least, seen Rika before…
  • he rushed to the chatroom and sees MC connected, and without thinking sends an old picture of him and Rika
  • MC’s a little bit surprised- did Yoosung have brown hair?
  • didn’t they have a friend who was called Yoosung and had brown hair way back then…?
  • also, that blond lady… looks strangely familiar?
  • MC answers back in all caps- god!! they’re childhood friends!!!
  • Yoosung is equally as excited
  • the rest of the RFA is very confused, but they’re actually pretty happy for them
  • Yoosung is incredibly happy! 
  • even after the party, he isn’t quite over the shock; here he is, dating his childhood friend- the one he used to play in the swings with, the one that used to call him cute nicknames
  • he’ll tell everyone that he and MC were meant to be, because they used to know each other and then drifted apart, and destiny brought them back together


  • Jaehee didn’t have many friends when she was a child
  • so, those few friends were a treasured memory of her, alas a slightly burried one
  • when MC sends a picture of them to her- “for her to maybe trust them a little”, according to them, something clicks in her head
  • could that be…?
  • she asks MC in which neighbourhood they grew up- after all, it could be a coincidence, right?
  • but MC replies with the same neighbourhood she used to live in with her parents?
  • she holds back for a second, because she still can’t believe it
  • I mean, it makes sense why she and MC would get along so well, if they used to be friends….
  • Sadly, she doesn’t have any pictures of when she was so young, so she asks MC if they remember playing with “a shy little girl with long brown hair who liked to play restaurant when they were younger”
  • and MC confirms this- but MC suddenly asks her if she used to know them? because the more MC thinks about it, the more familiar she seems?
  • it’s a hypothesis, until Jaehee meets MC at the party, and she’s sure of it! that’s MC! her childhood friend and now lover!
  • she feels like if MC had been supporting her through her whole life, even from childhood- and it’s partly true


  • he had quite a few friends when he was a child, but not many he was extremely close to
  • MC was one of the few who respected his boundaries and encouraged his dreams, even when he was so young
  • when he ran away from home, he lost all contact with his old friends- including MC
  • when he sees someone with the same name enter the RFA, he finds it a bit ironic, but doesn’t jump to assumptions
  • still, MC seems to insist- “don’t I know you from somewhere, Zen?”
  • the RFA thinks MC is trying to flirt with that line, but it gets Zen thinking
  • does he… know MC?
  • since he’s sending a constant flood of selfies, MC quickly realizes that he is the boy they used to play with!
  • after all, how many people in korea had white hair, red eyes, and looked so beautiful altogether?
  • MC sends a photo of them as a child- and Zen recognizes them! it’s truly his childhood friend!
  • he’s super excited, because MC has seen him succeed in life, after they had told him as a child he’d make it big
  • when they meet for the first time, they exchange a big hug, as if they had missed each other after all this time
  • even after starting dating, Zen just can’t believe his luck. this has to be a blessing, no? how can a man be so lucky?


  • friends…
  • he doesn’t have many- not even childhood friends, just, friends in general
  • V, the RFA, Elizabeth 3rd… That’s all
  • Oh, and that kid he used to play with when V went on a vacation and ended up being good friends with
  • He vaguely remembered them, since they’d moved neighbourhoods after two years of him and them being friends
  • When MC mentioned they came from a family with significant earnings, he was curious, in which neighbourhood had MC grown up in?
  • Of course he was slightly surprised when learning it was the same as his
  • When he connected the fact MC was around his age, and looked vaguely familiar…
  • He contacted V- after all, he had to remember, right?
  • V was also surprised, and quickly brought up the fact Jumin and MC had been incredibly close
  • Jumin also brings this up in the group chat, which leads to MC having the realization mid-conversation with someone else
  • MC is incredibly happy, but also… worried? because they’d seen Jumin as a child, and the environment he’d been raised in- where he wasn’t denied anything, and simply never reprimanded- and to think he hadn’t made any other friends apart from V…
  • this fuels MC to go over to his house, and even though at first they’re afraid things will be awkward, they’re not
  • Jumin doesn’t like to admit it, but he relies on MC more than he would if he hadn’t met them in his childhood
  • his father is incredibly surprised when he hears Jumin ended up dating that little kid he used to play with when he was younger, but Jumin looks so genuinely happy nobody can complain


  • when he thinks of his childhood, it’s mostly like a giant sea of darkness marked with a few specks of shining moments here and there
  • moments where his mother was too drunk to even get near him and saeran, moments when he got to go outside along with his brother…
  • and of course, moments when he was in church
  • he met the most important people in his advance through life there
  • but also a light that shone through the dark days at home
  • it was just a casual kid that attented church with their parents- and somehow, that kid managed to get close to him
  • he remembers that when church ended early, they’d invite him to play outside. and sometimes, he’d accept.
  • they brought him candy, giggling as they gave him the sweet treats
  • he was also very grateful, because they never asked for his parents, almost as if the child had sensed it was something he disliked talking about
  • when he left to become a hacker, it hurt him so much to leave Saeran… but it also hurt him to leave that friend, MC, whom he’d grown to trust so much
  • he asked V and Rika to please take care of Saeran, but he’d also made sure to tell Rika to maybe keep an eye on MC? please?
  • Rika had promised him Saeran would be safe, and that they’d tell MC he was safe
  • when MC showed up in the RFA chat, and he quickly traced their user, he was… slightly shocked
  • he didn’t want to get his hopes up- he couldn’t, he shouldn’t
  • even after he was sure it was the MC from his childhood, he couldn’t reveal anything
  • after all, revealing his past wasn’t something he desired to do, and if somehow, the agency got to know MC was someone important to him…
  • of course, when he was to go to Rika’s apartment, it’s harder and harder to hide the fact that he remembers MC so well
  • his cold act works for a while- but the new MC and the past MC are so similar to him, it’s slowly getting to him
  • when he spills to MC, he expects them to be angry. he abandoned his brother, and he abandoned them without any explanation
  • he didn’t quite expect a hug and an “I’m sorry this has happened to you” from MC
  • he feels like he has to take care of MC, to make up for those times of worry he caused them, because it seems neither V or Rika ever spoke to MC to even tell them he’d be ok, so during the whole Mint Eye fiasco, he’s incredibly stressed
  • still, once everything is over… he has never quite felt so… at home?
  • Saeran slowly healing next to him, with MC right there- and now MC can help both him and his brother… he’s sure that from there on, things can only shine for them.
Don't forget me

“Y/n?” Dean called as he walked down the hall. “Where are you? Sam’s waiting for us in the-”
He stopped when he saw her on the edge of his bed, head bowed.

“Hey, Dean?” The newly turned teenager asked timidly. “W-who are all all of these people?”

With a cocked eye brow Dean looked over to the torn album laying in her lap, memories frozen in time captured in the papers. His heart began to ache when he realized what she was sifting through.

“Oh, um, those are really good friends of mine and Sammy. Practically like family.” He laughed weakly.

“I haven’t seen them before, how come?” She asked, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“Well,” he started. “They aren’t here any more. They’re just really good memories, memories I’ll never forget.”

“What happened to them?”

Dean took the album out of her hands and thumbed back to the front, starting with the first picture.
With a sigh he ran his finger over the photo, smiling a little at the end.

“The girl in this picture is Mary, my mom. She sure was a ray of sunshine. She gave the best hugs. I can sometimes just feel her arms wrapped around me when life gets too hard. I miss her more and more everyday.”

“What happened to her?”

“She, uh, got caught in a house fire.” Dean said carefully, scared to say the entire truth.

“Oh.” Was the only thing the teen said, heart breaking at the look in dean’s face. Sorrow was carved into his face, the kind of sorrow that was never going to fade away. The kind you cover up with a fake smile.

“And the dude in the picture next to her is John, our dad.” He continued in a shaky voice. “He saved me and Sammy from the fire, but he was too late for mom.”

“I can’t remember much of dad, but he seems pretty cool.” She said quietly.

“Well, dad was pretty cool. He sure was strict but he showed his love in his own way.”

“I bet he’s the reason you’re such a good hunter. He sure did do a good job with you.”

Dean let out a soft laugh and muttered a thanks before his smile faded, the memory of his dad and all of the fights flooding back.

“The idiot died saving my ass… Again! Never was as good as him in the hunting department.”

“Oh!! Wait I know this man!” The girl exclaimed pointing to a photo showing a man in a wheel chair with a scraggly beard and old baseball cap.
“He looks so familiar, but I can’t think of his name.”

“Does Bobby ring a bell?”

“Yea! Uncle Bobby!” She gasped. “What ever happened to him anyways?”

“Passed away doing the family business.”

“Saving people? Hunting things?”

“That’s all he ever done, isn’t it?” Dean sighed, his eyes filling up with tears.
“He was a better dad than dad was!” He laughed. “Man, I miss him.”

“And the others?” She asked, pointing to the other people in the photo.

The others were two blonde haired girls, and a dude in a trench coat.
The youngest girl was laughing, leaning on Dean for support, happiness dancing around in her eyes.

“Well, of course you know me, Sam, and cas, but the other two… That’s joe and Ellen.” He said. “Toughest sons of bitches I knew. Joe was pretty much fearless, and was more stubborn than me.”

Dean stopped and replayed her smile and laugh in his mind, missing her sweet voice. Oh what he would give just to have her here with him once more.

Her green eyes grazed over the page, stopping when she reached one that caught her eye.

“And who is the dude with short, dark hair?” She asked.

“Oh, the short nerdy kid? That’s Kevin. He was quiet and awkward like you.”

“Well, you forgot to mention he is totally hot! Jesus! Gotta hook a girl up, Dean!”

He tossed a playful glare in your direction, his eyes hard and stern but his mouth breaking into a smile, ruining the stern, parental look.

“Sorry kiddo, wouldn’t work out even if he was alive.”

“You mean he’s dead to?” She sighed.

Dean nodded his head gloomily, the corners of his mouth dropping toward the floor.

Many laughs and tears later they reached the last page where a single photo was placed, all alone.
The person in the photo had beautiful red hair and a glowing smile that lit up the room.

“And this,” Dean said sadly. “I-is Charlie, the worlds most geekiest girl in the world, but let me tell you, the girl was a genius. She could hack into anything and when it came to computers, she knew everything about it.”

“What happened to her? She doesn’t look like a hunter.”

“She wasn’t, as far as I know, but she uh, passed away doing something she shouldn’t have even been involved in in the first place.” Dean said, his voice lowering.

“Like what?” She urged on.

“Well, she passed away trying to save me. It worked, but it wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t her time, and she had to go ahead of time all because of me.”

Charlie’s voice rang in his head, the sound of her enough to make him fall to the floor in tears. “For Dean.” She repeated inside his head.
He stopped his thinking just as he remembered finding her bloody body in the bath tub that night.

He wiped away a few tears as he shut the book and laid it in front of him, his eyes roaming over the title that read “family album” and at the bottom in red words said “ family don’t end in blood.”

“Hey Dean?” She asked, making sure Dean was okay to talk. “All these people, everyone you knew, are dead. Why? Why do we have so much bad luck?”

“Part of the family business.” He shrugged.

“But the family business is saving people and hunting things. Couldn’t we save them?”

“We tried, kiddo, but you can’t save everyone.”

“Well you can save the people who are the most important to you, right?”

“Afraid not.”

Dean noticed the tears in her eyes and sad look on her face, causing him to automatically want to change the subject.

“But hey, we’ll be able to see them again! Come on now, let’s not get all sad and depressed on your birthday!” Dean said enthusiastically, trying to cheer her up.

“I guess..” She said quietly.

“Aw, come on now! Sam is waiting for us up in the kitchen! It’s time for that group photo!” Dean said as he got up and began walking towards the door.

“Wait, Dean!” She called after him, causing him to stop and turn around.
“Promise me something.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for his little sister to continue.

“If I ever get into danger, don’t risk your life for me, okay? I don’t want you to go in that book. I don’t want to look though that book just to talk to you later on. Let me be the one with their photo in that book, okay?”

Dean’s jaw dropped open and he stares at the girl in front of him like she had three heads.


“Promise me! Please?” She pleaded as a tear fell down her cheek.

“Okay, okay! I promise!”

“Just one more thing.” She said.

Dean took a deep breath and looked at her with soft eyes.

“When I leave this world-”

She stopped and remembered all of the many faces in the book, all of the different people that had already left.

“Don’t forget me.”

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you are taking requests but if you are, can you write a little drabble about Harry and Ginny decorating the tree with a gnome from the garden? Thank you and have a lovely Christmas :)

I haven’t written anything in months and I am SO RUSTY. But it’s Christmas, so please forgive me!

Harry glanced into the kitchen as he passed it, paused, then walked backwards. Staring in, he saw Ginny placing a hat on her head – a summery number made of straw, with a rather wilted flower stuck in the top. This perhaps might not have been too strange, had she not already been wearing a knitted hat with pompoms on the end and a flat cap on top of that. After placing the third and final hat on her head, Harry watched as she turned up the collar on her (clearly borrowed) cloak and added a scarf that came down to her knees.

When she reached for a pair of glasses that clearly weren’t hers, he could stand it no longer. “You forgot the moustache and false ears.” He stepped into the kitchen. “You’ll never pass the Concealment and Disguise exam without them. And that scarf looks like a health hazard. You don’t want to be tripping over your knitwear before you’ve taken down your suspected Dark Wizard. Or afterwards, come to that.”

“Oh, don’t worry about the scarf,” Ginny said, waving him off. “It’s just to keep me warm, it’s not for disguising purposes.”

“And why are you disguising yourself, again?” Harry asked. “Are you planning on sneaking into Fleur’s room and putting hair dye in her shampoo?”

Ginny scoffed. “Please, what kind of amateur do you think you’re talking to here?!” she asked. Harry apologised.

“It was itching powder in her underwear, three days ago. She’s been squirming uncomfortably ever since. Just you watch at dinner—not too close, mind.” Harry hastily turned his laugh into a hacking cough as Fleur herself passed them on her way up the stairs, looking irritable and, Harry noticed, scratching her lower back. Ginny looked the picture of innocence—if the picture of innocence regularly wore the entire contents of its wardrobe in one go.

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Special Delivery.

Rating: NC-17

Content: Language, sexual content and situations, Pizzadeliveryboy!Michael

Michael was someone I had more than just a bit of a crush on.

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2. Vampire AU - Orihime as a vampire. 

Rating: T

I do not own Bleach.

It was all incredibly cliché, and this he only noticed when it was far too late.

The downpour outside had been entirely unexpected and it brought in a few stragglers on an otherwise unproductive day. A few took to booths and perused the menus idly while they waited for the rain to ease some. The lights were dull and the music mostly bland, nothing really to make the time pass by any quicker. He had, at that point, reserved himself to wiping down the counter and rearranging the bottles behind it.

When the bell above the entrance chimed at the arrival of a newcomer, he hardly deigned to acknowledge them any further than the customary, “Welcome.”

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anonymous asked:

Sineala, I don't know who to ask. Is Captain America an asshole? I have been in Marvel for while, it started with Spidey, Avengers and now X-Men. He is really hated in X-men part of community, it's toxic hate. They label him as racist to mutants. :/

Sorry about taking so long to get back to you, anon! I… really had to think about how to phrase this.

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Don't cry (Baekhyun)

I actually wasn’t going to upload this scenario since I had literaly no idea of what to do with our baekhyunie. I had a scenario of D.O prepared and all, lololol. But I woke up this morning and TADÁN. I got an idea… and here it isss…. Enjoy! -askboxisopen-

I didn’t know where to go. My high heels hurt my feet while I walked through the lonely streets of Seoul. It rained a few hours ago, ‘cause there were a few puddles in the way but it was still dark with the moon in the middle of the sky.

So this is how it feels being dumped, huh? The sour feeling inside of disgust and the acidity of the tears forming in my eyes, that’s what I felt. Pft. How stupid I seemed at the club a few minutes ago. I should’ve known. I should’ve figured it out. He was a player and everyone knew it, but I didn’t want to hear.

I walked with my loneliness to the side, not sure where to go or what to do. I should’ve looked for a cab, but I didn’t feel like it. Not even with my feet dying on the way.

I stopped in a park, really tired both as mentally and physically. I looked for a bench and when I spot it, I walked to it. But someone got in my way, pushing me to the side and littering my dress that I didn’t care much at the moment.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I really am, I didn’t see you and… _____?”

The man talked and talked offering me his hand, and when I took it, he called my name. What were the possibilities that I was going to find someone I knew in my way home? I didn’t know a lot of people but it seemed like the odds were against me.

He took away the cap that was covering his face and greeted me with a smile. Byun Baekhyun. Yes. To finish my awful night, I obviously had to see him, the first man I loved in my entire life. The man that I haven’t seen around a year and still managed to see him in the weirdest situation.

“___!” He said, but this time happier. “What are you doing at this time of the night?”

“Oh y’know… the usual… being pushed by people, messing up my clothes, bah..” I said while standing up and he realized my feet almost a second later.

“Oh! Come, you need to sit.” He placed one arm around my shoulders for me to relay on him, but he just couldn’t see how nervous I was getting.

When we sat down, he looked at my foot with concern and I just couldn’t stop looking at him. He didn’t change at all, at least not physically. I missed him so much and I barely realized that in that moment, but he had a girlfriend and I… I was just dumped.

The thought came to me like a repackage with the feelings I had previously and before I knew it, I was crying silently.

“Does your feet hurt? … ____, does yo-“ he asked twice before looking at me and he panicked right away. “Why are you crying? Don’t cry… doe-.. does it hurts a lot? We can go to a hospital and…”

“No.. It’s okay.” I laughed a little because of his reaction but that only made me look worst with all the tears in the way. I could feel his stare. He wasn’t sure with what to do. “Why…are you staring at me?”

He made a concerned face and answered as I thought he would, with a joke. “It’s just that… I missed the class of ‘What to do when a pretty girl is crying’” I laughed with that and he smiled again, cleaning one of my tears. “I don’t live very far… you wanna come?” 

I tried walking but he refused to let me. Against my will, he placed me in his back, doing a piggy ride. It brought me the old memories of us doing this in the middle of the campus not caring what people would’ve thought. Those were good times but they were all in the past so rather than feeling happy ‘cause it happened, I felt sad ‘cause it happened.

“What were you doing in the middle of the night in the park?” I asked him and even though I wasn’t looking at his face, I knew he smiled.

“I was running. I had a lot of things in my mind so I chose to run.”

“You normally would go and talk to somebody rather than run…” I said

“Aha, you remember? Well, I would’ve done that, but the person I wanted to talk wasn’t around so…” a little moment of silent came and Baekhyun managed to not let it be awkward.

He kept talking the whole time, letting me forget the reason I was sad in the first place. When we got to his home, he opened the door and left me in the couch while he look for bandages.

His house looked cleaner than I thought it would. With a little smell of man in the place it would be weird that a girl was also living th-. Oh… his girlfriend. I looked at both sides; wondering why wasn’t any hint of her around the place.

“She left me long ago, don’t worry.” Baekhyun concentrated on my little heel wound and I concentrated on hitting my forehead. “It’s not your fault, so don’t hit yourself like that.” he scolded me, laughing a little.

“I’m sorry”

“You should be. But for leaving me.” He answered. I looked down with a little of guiltiness. “So tell me, what were you doing in the middle of the night, dressed like that?”

I talked to him, trying to avoid his stare. A few tears came down but he cleaned them, letting me talk about everything. It was kind of weird for me, telling him all my problems ten minutes after we met again. But it didn’t feel weird in the process, not even those touches he did to my face or the smiles he gave. It was heartwarming, and it brought me the chills and memories back when it was totally normal for us to talk and talk.

“You shouldn’t care much about him anymore.” He told me. “He’s a jerk, screw him.” he took my head and turned it, facing him. I was going to take his hands off of him, but he began to clean my cheeks and the lower part of my eyes.

Our eyes meet in a certain moment. I couldn’t stop looking at his eyes and his went from mine to my lips. He gave me one of those looks that made obvious what he was about to do, and approached his face to mine.

It was the first taste. For a long time I’ve wanted to taste his lips, and when I did, it was better than expected. He was slow, making sure to let me enjoy everything and also for himself enjoying the moment. As my head was between his hands, I couldn’t refuse the movement he was doing and that only made it better.

He left my lips for a moment and placed his forehead to mine. “I’m here, so don’t cry.” He told me, stroking my cheeks. I smiled a bit and nodded before coming back to his lips. 

literally everything was illegal in this justin bieber/sofia richie relationship until three seconds ago when sofia turned 18 and justin bieber is a pedophile for hanging around her before that. judging by the recent imagines of them performing oral sex outdoors, it’s gonna be really fuckin hard to convince me that they were “just friends” up until her birthday and you know what, even if they were, it only makes him a disgusting predator for waiting for an opportunity when she became legal. additionally, she turned 18 days ago; there’s been no sort of major mental development in this time, she’s still a child and he has no business being around her. everything surrounding this situation is completely disgusting.

justin bieber threatened his own fans because they called him out on his disgusting actions. he whined like a baby because people refused to put up with bullshit, just like he always does. he was passive aggressive when fans called him out on getting cornrows, on getting dreads, and in being involved in a pedophilic relationship and he went so far as to delete his whole instagram because he really felt that he was in the right about this situation.

i’ve heard all sorts of shit about this sofia richie girl and honestly idc if she’s “into” older men, it doesn’t soften the situation or put justin in any better light. she might think she’s grown, but she’s not. i was in a relationship where my significant other was older than me and i didn’t see a problem with it, until it was too late and i had to deal with the psychological manipulation, the pressure to feel older and to please them, and the depression that came with the age cap and subsequent overpowerment. I’ve been through it and it wasn’t pretty. i didn’t have anyone warning me against it, and i really hope the guy i was with rots in hell for the way he treated and manipulated me. what he was doing was wrong and he had no business being around me.

justin bieber is the adult in this situation. he’s a grown ass man and as he’s proven before, he’s completely aware of what he’s doing and how people have reacted to and warned against it and he as publicly defied all warning and shown he doesn’t care. above all, he’s an ignorant, arrogant, racist, antiblack pedophile and a grown ass white man who needs to be held accountable for his actions. im tired of the excuses and seeing white men like him being the example in the popular media. i have completely had it; i don’t want to hear his excuses nor do i want to hear any excuses anyone has to defend him. i’m sick of it.

A Touch of Reality: A Jerza fanfic

Title: A Touch of Reality

Pairing: Jerza

Rating: K+/T

Note: I’m slowly catching up on all my requests. Still a ton more to go, however. Partially inspired by @missyplatina‘s fic, “Virtual Flames”.

Summary: Well, who would’ve expected that her online friend would end up being him?

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anonymous asked:

I dunno if you still do fics but can you plz do one where someone (anyone really) casually makes a joke about murder and then Coulson's just like don't make jokes about murder I was murdered once it offends me take author's liberty with everything else but that plz cause I want and you'd do awesome cause you are pretty awesome


ok then.

this ones called “I should really start a tag for fics where the ot10 is alive and happy”


Three Strikes, You’re Out.

Strike One

Four men on a couch meant for three was never a good idea. Especially if two of those men were locked in an intense Mario Kart battle.

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Don't Get Him Started

Once Upon A Time…

A young Inkling by the name of Daisy was hanging out at Booyah Base, scanning the plaza for choice booty.  She was sitting on the railing just outside the Squid Sisters’ recording studio with a pair of binoculars in hand.  Just then, she spotted a fine looking young man standing rigidly at attention.  He didn’t seem to be looking at anyone or doing anything in particular… he just… stood there; solid like a statue.

Daisy thought to herself,

“I wonder if he’s as solid as he looks?”

before hopping off the railing and heading over to introduce herself.


Arnick, meanwhile, was standing at attention, keeping a watchful eye over the plaza.  While not technically a guard, member of law enforcement, or anything actually official, he still stood guard as his way of training in self-discipline.  It wasn’t uncommon for younger squids to poke at him, take pictures or selfies while making funny faces.  In fact, the most elaborate photo op involved a slosher, WD-40, Red Dye #5, and a stained dress.  If it weren’t for the photos circulating on Squidlr, no one would have ever believed it.

But even that couldn’t prepare Arnick for the one Inkling that, on this day of all days, would make Arnick crack.

“Hey there!”

Daisy leaned in from the side, blocking Arnick’s view.  This wasn’t new for Arnick.  He just stood there motionless.

“How’s it going?”

No answer.


Still no answer.

Daisy waved her arm in front of his face.  Arnick didn’t even blink.

“What’s the Hap, Cap?”

Still unmoving, Arnick thought to himself,

“As though I haven’t heard that line 137 times already.  Honestly, miss, it will take much more than that to break my resolve.”

Daisy looked at him for a moment before it dawned on her,

“OH!  You’re like one of those guards that can’t move no matter what I do right?”

“Isn’t it obvious?  If you’ve figured that much out, then please do go away,” Arnick thought.

But Daisy didn’t.  

Instead, she began to pace.  The possibilities of all the things she could do to him raced through her mind.  She could do anything she wanted with this guy, and he couldn’t run, couldn’t move, or do anything to stop her.  But that would be too easy.  Part of the fun of booty hunting is the actual hunting.  It’s no fun if choice booty is handed to a girl on a silver platter.  No, a girl like Daisy wouldn’t be satisfied unless she could catch her prey in her tentacles, squirming and wriggling and…

Daisy took a moment to wipe the drool from her mouth.

Getting her train of thought back on track, Daisy looked out at the plaza.  She even stood up straight, imitating Arnick’s posture.

“And that makes 384 times someone’s imitated me.  For C'thulu’s sake, just LEAVE already!” thought Arnick.

Trying to get into his head, Daisy tried to see what Arnick sees.  Across the plaza she saw a lot of young Inklings going on dates, hanging out, shopping, having fun.  It was very sweet and touching.  

“So this must be what he sees day in and day out, huh?” Daisy mused, “Okay girl, so if Sgt. Sweet Cheeks here does this often, then that means he’s probably already heard all the regular one-liners, pick up lines, zingers, jokes, gags, anecdotes, and what not.  Maybe i can get him to break if I ask the right question?  It would have to be something that he probably hasn’t heard before.  Something new.

Hmm… Corporal Cutie has probably seen a lot of stuff go down here in this plaza.  He may have even witnessed someone propos… OMG! That’s IT!”

Daisy smirked.  (And for the record, inside her head, she pronounced it “OM-Guh”.)

Arnick eyed her suspiciously.

“Oh… THAT look again.  That, ‘Oh I know exactly what will get him’ fecal-eating grin.”  Arnick began to mentally brace himself.  “Fine.  If that’s how you want to play it, then go ahead.  Do your worst.”

Daisy stepped in front of Arnick and pointed right at him.  She had it.  She knew just what to say.

“What is your favorite Ship?”

Arnick blinked.


“W-w-w-wait… What did she just say?!  Oh… Oh no… I didn’t just blink just now, did I?  Oh please tell me she didn’t see…”



This was a question that no one had ever asked him before when he was on his self-proclaimed guard duty.  But ships just happened to be one of Arnick’s interests.  When not on duty, he loved talking about ships with anyone who would be willing to listen.  They were just so fascinating.

“How in Squid Hell did she know?!”

Arnick began to sweat.  He knew that once he starts talking about ships, there’s no stopping him.  However, his self-proclaimed shift wasn’t over for another hour and a half.  Arnick could feel his eyes darting left and right despite his best efforts to remain completely still.  He knew Daisy was picking up on these tells.

And Daisy was.

“I knew it!  I KNEW IT!  I’ll have you know I’m a pretty big shipping fan myself.”

Arnick pursed his lips tightly.  His inner fanboy was screaming to be let out.  He rarely came across anyone willing to talk ships with him, and here’s a girl out of the blue who was more than happy to talk about them.  A chance like this only happens once in a blue moon.  Arnick’s inner soldier screamed back at his inner fanboy.  The two sides grappled and fought with one another for what felt like an eternity.  Who would win?  Arnick’s devotion to military protocol?  Or Arnick’s childlike glee for ships?

“So come on.  Spill it.  What’s your favorite ship?”

When the dust inside Arnick’s head settled, the fanboy emerged victorious.

“Alright.  You win.” Arnick sighed.


“It’s the HMS Octonought.”

“I DID IT!  I GOT YOU…. wait, what?”  Daisy had no idea what she had just done.

“I know.  It’s almost treason to say it, but the HMS Octonought deserves more credit.  110 years ago, the Octarian Army built it for the Great Turf War, but the design completely revolutionized naval warfare.”

It finally dawned on Daisy, “Wait, you mean, like, ACTUAL ships?”

“Not just any ship!  The HMS Octonought was the battleship that defined all battleships to come!  It traveled at 21 knots while carrying three 12-inch splat cannons.  No other ship at the time could compare!”

“Okay, wow, look, I think there’s been some…”

“As a loyalist, I have to admit that the HMS Squidmark would be my runner-up.  I mean, yes, the HMS Squidmark is the superior vessel…”


“…but she was built 7 years after the Octonought, so of COURSE she would be the superior ship.  It took over 400 splats from the Octarian Navy just to put a single dent in her hull.”


“Seriously!  400 splats.”


“But the HMS Squidmark wouldn’t exist if the Octonought wasn’t built first.”


“I know!” Arnick breathed a sigh of relief, “Finally!  Someone agrees with me on this!  There shouldn’t even be a debate about it.”

“No, that’s…”

“Wait until the lads at the Squidbeak forums hear this.  They’ll never believe it.”


“Why yes, as a matter of fact, there ARE other Inklings who think the Octonought is superior, and not only that, but a girl as well.”

Daisy could feel her brain start to ooze out from her right ear.  For a cute guy, she couldn’t understand how he could be so… BORING!  She had to get away.  She needed a distraction.



Arnick turned, and in a flash, Daisy Squid Jumped The Hell out of there.

“I don’t see anything.  Are you sure you…” Arnick could almost see the dotted outline of where Daisy was just standing.

“Oh bloody hell.  I can’t believe I actually fell for that one.”  He sighed, “Only one thing left to do then.”

Arnick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small notepad and a pen.

It had been exactly 822 days since the last time Arnick slipped while on duty.

Now, it was 0.

“Oh well.  Back to the drawing board, as they say.”

And that is why Daisy decided to observe her targets more thoroughly first before attempting to strike booty.

Hahah! This was actually pretty cute.

And it’s funny how much fun you people make of this “standing still soldier” thing even tho Arnick nor I never said he actually does this. Haha! Still, cute and funny.

Dance with Devils episode 5

(As always, this is so SPOILER FULL you’d kill me. So read at your own risk)

(Also Mage alert. I like Mage. If there’s no Rem, I’m pretty fine with seeing Mage all the time. But there’s also Rem today, so this episode is going to be awesome! as always) Edit: I’ve made some censorship lmao, too many bad words ^^

This time this post is going to be a huge mess of screenshot and livestream reactions I had watching the episode. (And when I say HUGE I mean it)
Be ready for the struggle ahah

So, they decided to give us a cute af Lindo right at the start

*Meow!* (slow down reject, I can’t giggle like this already. It’s not even three minutes!)

And when things seemed going well…


…Things got better.


THE FREACKIN’ WINDOW!!!” Stop Mage, I already love you too much! OTL

Well, the spell didn’t work on Azuna. I knew she was special (maybe related to the excorcists like Lindo, dunno, speculations about her are still vague)

Also, she just said “Lindo…” no honorifics damnrightyass relationship!! <3

ShikixRoen OTP plz. Lolled at Shiki brushing a screaming in pain Roen ahah I think Rem told him to do it lmao (’cause of last time)

Rem tho, if you won’t have the grimoire and vampires take your throne, I sincerely advice you to reconsider your fortune-teller career with your chessboard lolol

*Now here it comes the random blabbing along with feels, screens and caps lock. as usual.*

I just LOVE how realistic Ritsuka’s behaviour is! (Admirable, script writers <3)


MODEST!MAGE I like. what’s there to dislike about him??

*Mage ost came in*

*Ritsuka screaming*
*Ritsuka screaming*  
#I kill myself with these lame jokes ah ah

Seriously, Subaru Kimura fit this character soooo well I can’t say anymore if I love him or love Mage more OTL

proposing like this SEEMS LEGIT TO ME.

(I took too many screenshots during this part lol)


I’m starting to like Ritsuka and Mage interactions; they would look good as an old married couple… if Ritsu-chan wouldn’t always try to defend Rem’s reputation awww <3 <3 <3 (But I’m very openminded to a OT3)

Definitely there’s something going on with Ritsuka’s flagrance I won’t say “flavour” lol

Yeah, right, but daaaaamn Ritsuka!! What a “lucky girl” you are, my poor little baby >.< (From bad to worse, she also had to meet the drug dealers? I feel you Ritz <3)

I’ll confess I wasn’t 100% sure Rem was the real one when he showed up. You know, since last episode I’m on tentherhooks ^^

(A plane to go home??? Where in the world has Mage taken her?)

And their conversation was like:

Ri: “How did u know I was here, mate? Bro, I probably know u’re a demon ya know?”

Re: “Blah blah can’t hear you blah blah *insert kind words* blah blah *try confess to her randomly* blah blah”


Daaaaamn my feeeeelsss

Rem, just stop to be so tsundere and be honest with your feelings already!

C’mon dude.

I trust you. You can.

(But I wanted to see a deal between Rem and Mage… u.u”) ((*))

Noooo T__T tears!! My precious Ritsuka-chan having a heartbrake! I can’t bear the pain!  (T A T)

…U Mage, the mood/life saviour!! Please, be embarrassed more in your life xD




((*)) (Oh, nevermind. Here’s my deal LOL)

Really had no words watching the match. (I was speechless, covering my mouth with both hands; it was sooo good I still can’t find words to describe it. They did an awesome job with everything: animations, dubbing, dialogues, backgrounds… *standing ovation!!!*)


RITSUKA WTF R U DOING?!?!?!?? I’ve lost ten years of life, Jezz!!

(And what’s with this episode and the lack of honorifics? Lol I thought it was a special thing just for Azuna and Lindo, but now it seems quite normal!)

CREEPY SHIKI SCARING THE HELL OUT OF ME. please, I have only this heart of mine, let me live as long as possible

(Tell me next time is your time, Shiki!)

Ahahah it makes me laugh that no one cares a thing about how Rem treasure the chessboard, stealing peaces from it nonchalantly! x°D

You can say what you want, but this anime is really DEEP. I like it more than any other reverse harem I’ve ever seen! (I humbly admit I’ve seen many)

– END. –

This took me sooo long! Yatta, I did it!  ~(* 0 *)~

If you’ve read all of it, congratulation! You’re as obsessed with dwd as me, I’m glad ;)

Kudos to you all~! (now, time to write the tags *sigh*)

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've a question. Why do i keep seeing posts defending tony stark saying he is not a villain? I mean, are there actually people saying he IS a villain? I thought his actions in cacw are understandable and consistent with his character, and never meant to make him as the villain? I'm sorry if this is a stupid question but I just don't get it

Yeah you would have thought right?! (and no it’s not a stupid question!) 

but you know being Tony Stark, you can never win. 

Logically speaking everyone knows Tony Stark is NOT a villain, a villain as in Loki, Thanos, Hydra etc. But you don’t need to state ‘Tony Stark is a villain’ to villainize Tony, remember the god damn awful and ugly civil war meme? where people put problematic and morally wrong argument on Tony’s side, like they would put ‘women deserved to be treated with respect’ under Steve’s, and ‘women are only here to look pretty’ under Tony’s, and then ‘Civil war!’. I’ve lost count how many memes in similar manner I’ve seen, just because Tony is post as an antagonist against Steve doesn’t make him wrong and villainous, but many people just happily embraced it all because anti Tony is the trend now, and you know how tumblr love to drag rich white man who got off on their wrong side in a heartbeat, in Tony’s case is that he’s always been in the spotlight.

Some people didn’t want a Cap movie to be Civil war, to have Tony in it because yeah the narrative would have to be divided by Steve himself, Steve and Bucky, and now Steve and Tony as well, and also introduction to T’challa and Peter. So yeah I get the frustration as a Steve fan (like how they mute him in his own movie but that’s for another time), they probably should have just made Civil war a separate movie instead of tagging it as a Cap movie, but hey this is NOT on Tony nor RDJ, it’s on Marvel. And the movie turns out to be Steve and Bucky centric, no? Nonetheless Civil war did put Tony in the spotlight, namely because of the well written and well executed arc for Tony and much to his haters dismay, the movie narrative did not villainize Tony, instead it makes him empathetic and his actions all have back up and references from previous movies. 
So what now, oh let’s make posts to twist his good intention into manipulation. Villainize Tony Stark 101: make posts emphasise on 1) how Dictator!Stark locked up Wanda in the compound for her safety sake but ignore she did say ‘maybe it’s best that I stay’ when Clint came to break her out, 2) how ChildLabourRecruiter!Stark irresponsibly brought Peter into the fight but when Steve just dropped the jet bridge on said ‘clueless child’ no one said a thing (and can’t people see that bringing Peter in is more a marketing decision than an actual plot decision, because Civil war can definitely go on without Peter).  
3) how Traitor!Stark stood by and watch his (ex) teammates get locked up in the raft and probably orchestrated it! but ignore how Tony dropped everything and went behind Ross’s back to Steve and Bucky aid when he found out the truth.
4) how ViolentRageMonster!Stark blasted off Bucky’s arm, kicked away Bucky, I mean just put him under the bad light no one needs to be reminded that it is actually not an abuse scene but a fight scene, as in Tony was injured and hurt as much as Bucky if not worse. 

So you see the need of Tony fans making posts defending Tony Stark. Hello because people viciously accusing him for all the unjust reasons. All the accusations, criticisms towards Tony come from people who don’t even know Tony Stark as a character, who don’t even bother to watch all the Iron Man movies to understand him and his narrative, they just hate him for being here, which is fine, your choice, but please don’t make post listing false claim incorrect accusation towards him? It’s bizarre that people can criticise something without possessing the knowledge of said subject.